Take that bass out your voice you talk to me in treble

This grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted ankles
Experience is missable, so I approach it from all angles

chaos. a word with mixed meanings and hidden undertones. it can be many things. it could by one. it could be none. chaos begets chaos.

Chaos is as state of. an aura of. a feeling of. a lack of. a sense of.

Confusion
anarcHy
bedlAm
vOlatility
diSorder

it is a physical, mental, emotional, physiological, psychological, and spiritual roller coaster of unpredictability and uncertainty.

The cadence off and on like the motion of Tai Chi

for example, in march of 2007, we have examples of ....

teens making toddlers smoke trees...

6th graders having sex in class...

fathers making their sons stab their mothers...

and the rich getting richer...and 14 of the world's 946 billionaires are right here in the Bay State.

If you don't know by now, let me acquaint you with my steez

guetamala can flip the script and make it easier to fire corrupt cops, yet we are still stuck on stupid...

right here in our own backyard (New Bedford, MA), US immigration rules have reared their ugly side and it is grotesquely hideous, cold, and nauseating. i just cannot fathom how money can be justifiably spent to fly people to Texas without being able to contact their families, etc. It is simply unconscionable to me to raid factories when it is clear that all the anti-immigrant sentiment is mostly directed at the latin americans who are here illegally, but not the Europeans, namely Irish, who are here in large numbers as well. Do Cuba and Haiti sound familiar?

I got $5 on it that Bush will not be making any surprise visits anywhere while he his in South America, namely Venezuela. Him and Chavez will be dapping up anytime soon. But, man, you gotta love the protesters. Ain't nothing like a fighting spirit to get you fired up.

Yeah, we your rhyme sayers
who lead you like a beacon of light, out of the chaos
Cutting down overzealous players who stare
when the winners of the game walk in well prepared
climbing the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the people living under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap
made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some thunder
All of that was out my window when I was younger
-Talib Kweli & Bahamadia, "Chaos"

When you get that notion, put your backfield in motion

The first thing I thought of when I saw this Nike add was that Da Butt joint by E.U. from back in the day. Spike Lee directed the video and many a wedding reception in my youth was spent laughing and dancing hysterically to that song.

[Insert Name Here] got a bugg ole butt! Oh Yeah!



But Nike has been on a real come-up lately. For starters, they have the whole custom kick game on lock-down. And now they are taking the urban edge theme and putting it into overdrive. The most recent commercial, 2nd Coming, which is an introduction to the latest installment of the Air Force line features a dope, slow beat conjured up by Just Blaze with Juelz Santana wobbling over the riffs. It is a seriously ill joint; I can picture a slow b-boy-bop down the block in some unlaced Tims. Plus, peep this behind-the-scenes snippet of the recording process and how hyped the composer gets towards the end to perfect the sound. And, of course, nowadays no one is safe from a mash-up. The Kobe ones did it for me. They won't be too hard to find.

light a cigar in the corridor of the crib

Some things are forever, some things are not
It's the things we remember that gave the world shock

some things just cannot stray from memory. like sweet potatoes and red rice. chicken and waffles for breakfast. crab cracks and kool-aid. chicken wings and duck sauce.

some things are better off left repressed so you can move forward instead of backwards.
like lima beans and pork chops. liver and onions. sunny delight and syrup sandwiches. and white rice...daily.

i am inclined to lament the fact that i have not had a regularly-scheduled home cooked meal in over a decade. but instead, i got me some new shiny pots and pans. so i think i'm gonna rock out with my cock out and reminisce over the dishes i used to be able to prepare and try to do some time traveling like that old show, Quantum Leap.

I used to make a mean macaroni and cheese. and not that kraft ish. son was on some straight ronzoni and eggs and etc tip. i think i still got it. we'll see though. i find myself casually trying to eat a little more healthier each passing week, yet splurging on some extremely unhealthy artery-clogging deliciousness by week's end. i am so glad i still play ball as much as i do (which ain't even that often). i'd be one fat bastard if i wasn't speed-walking up and down the court every week.

but back to food...

i've been dibbling and dabbling a little bit here and there. some baked chicken here. some tuna fish there. some broccoli rice here. some chiken noodle soup there. ain't no one to cook for anyway, so whatever. but i think i'll just add it to the experimentation list. that's the list of shT i would like to do, but probably won't do. you know, like climb a mountain, go bunjee jumping; shT like that. unless i really feel like it. which is more a matter of which way the wind is blowing than any other sort of lottery determined selection process aside from pulling something out of thin air.

i'm a dreamer
nostalgic is the state of mind
-Nas, "Can't Forget About You"

one fiyah. mo fiyah.

a mad old chant, but still mad fun. good times, fam. mad good times. i'm looking forward to seeing some of my extended family in a few weeks. looking forward to catching up of life's changes, up, and downs. breaking bread with folks who i once used to go half on a combination plate on and we'd split the eggroll. building with folks on an intellectual level sans the meat-market approach to networking that some people prefer to take. laying low for a few days in a sea of progressive black people making moves while staying grounded in reality. Ain't nothing like some good ole NSBE Luv.