Yet are found to be epicurean

We're young

2011-01-12T18:22:00.001-08:00

If you wanna be a rapper tomorrow, do it.
If you wanna sell t-shirts tomorrow, do it.
If you wanna be a stylist tomorrow, do it.
Photographer? Do it.
etc..
etc...

We've got so much time ahead of us that it would make no sense not to try anything, right? Right.

Black Star Country

2011-01-12T02:37:00.000-08:00

I have been stationed in Ghana since September 13th, 2010. I began my journey in a small village named Ofaakor 2 hours outside the capitol, Accra. No flushing toilets, No showers, eating the same not so tasty food all the time, but the people are happy. Over time it makes yo realize that there's no point in feeling bad for people when they are happy. There is an exchange of knowledge of how they live and how you live, which could either make you appreciate life more and/or realize that all the petty things in life that we complain about are stupid and irrelevant. I learned more than enough lessons from living in this village for 4 months, including robberies, arguments, lack of work, lack of food and misguided emotions.

I am currently stationed in a town 30 minutes outside of Kumasi named Tanoso. I visited Kumasi about 2 months before I moved here and the people here are much different than in the Accra region. The people are nicer and more understanding of not wanting to be bothered just because you are a foreigner. The School I am currently working at is alot more welcoming and the students arent stubborn and arrogant like the other school. I now have flushing toilets, internet access, showers(still no hot water) and my German friends also work and live here with me. Me and my German friend Stefano are now writing a album together and hes teaching me some guitar so im really enjoying this new place and feel alot more productive. More work gets done when you have less day to day stress on your shoulders and you can actually teach and actually help people.

On a final note, every time I look online and see the petty things that I once complained about and that people at home continue to make big deals out of, I shake my head. Its not your fault, just want to encourage people to get out of the big bubble called America that we were raised in. Theres so much in our society that can keep us busy that we dont look past it but we have to....

Headed to South Africa after this, then my trip across Europe maybe September...we will see :]

Samir S

2011-01-11T20:26:00.001-08:00

The stylist idea didn't work out guys.

"What the fuck are you gonna do Nya?!"

Be a twenty something who writes poetry and wears clothes that have been sitting on the floor for the past week.

Sounds like a plan my man.

Let's not beat around the bush.

2010-11-15T10:01:00.001-08:00

This is a poem about weed.

Maria, I can't escape you.
your presence never goes dully noted
Sweet summer Maria, I admit that I am devoted.
to you
and to anything you want to do.

Maria, let's go to the moon
You're the fire, I'm the ice.
I kiss your cheek and you burn my lungs, the way that I inhale you.
Don't wanna lose a trace of you-
to the atmosphere
I want you here,
to hold you dear.
So kiss my mouth,
I'm dreaming south of sanity.

Maria, you're the epitome of love,
immune to ego,
allergic to vanity.
You're what these other girls imitate but cannot be.
Cause I've found that this life is a scorching sun,
but Maria, you're my canopy
Though just your scent is key to the skies,
and so I'm flying handsomely,
or beautifully.
One word from your lips, and everything is new to me.

My eyes are glass, my stare deranged,
but that's just what you do to me.
So do to me what you might,
I won't fight, or bite back-
unless you'd like that.

Maria, I think it's time that-
we start moving just a little bit faster
ignore the storms that might ensue,
and just enjoy me and you.
Truth, sometimes it feels like we're the only ones really alive
As if you sensed the warmth in my eyes and went deeper inside,
to where my heart resides.

Maria, Maria,
Sweet Summer Maria.
The night is young,
so let me light you up.

OCD: Wake up

2010-11-10T19:18:00.000-08:00

#Phillybuls

Godspeed OCD.

I love.

2010-10-27T08:44:00.000-07:00

Peace.

Someone once told me that knowledge (like love) is in the atmosphere and it cannot be attained, for we have had it all along. That when we learn something we are merely discovering a truth that we already live and abide by. That what we call "attainning knowledge" is actually translating the truth into everyday means of communication. More specifically, Language.

Communication is a very interesting phenomenon. It is what brings us together, tears us apart, and shapes who we are even. If you've ever studied a language before, you've probably realized that the concept of language shapes how we all think fundamentally.

For instance:
Spanish language demonstrates male dominance in there use of nouns and pronouns. Spanish culture is also defined, in a way, by male dominance.

Chinese is a language that utulizes characters instead of words. The meanings and interpretations of certain phrases and words are based more on the strokes that make up each character. The chinese also read from right to left rather than from left to right; which requires more usage of the left brain.

There was a scene in Amistad where Roger Sherman Baldwin had to give Cinque the bad news that they had to try the case again after winning Cinque and his fellow Africans their freedom. Cinque and his interpreter, James Covey, responded, "You said that there would be a judgement, and if we won the judgement we go home free!"

Baldwin was like, "Naw that's not what I said!"

Then Covey was like "Naw, you said that!"

Then Baldwin was like "Naw, I said 'If we win at the state level you can go home' an shit."

Covey was like "Yeah, that's what you said!"

Baldwin replied, "Okay okay!! I said it! But I shouldn't have!"

"Now, what I should've said..."

Covey interrupted, "Naw, I can't translate that. There's no word for should or shouldn't; either you do, or you don't."

In short, language kind of defines us and refines us to a world of barriers in so many ways. Each specific language makes people think a certain way. To me, that is a sad truth because all that means is that there are things that the American man or woman will never have the opportunity to realize. There are truths that our Language keeps away from in order to center us in on the English truth. There are Russians that will never have the insight of an African (and vice versa). And Christians that will forever be shaded from the enlightenment of Islam (and vice versa). All this means to me, is that we live in a capable world that holds itself back through segregation.

Why is it that the phrase, "I love." is considered a fragmented sentence in the English language? Why do I have to add a "you" or "him" or "her" for it to be grammatically correct? Why our we tought lies by our own language without even knowing that we are lying to ourselves?

I cannot say "I love you" truthfully. When the truth is that "I love." simple and plain. Why is love portrayed in the dictionairy as "a warm attachment...or devotion" when those two words represent bonds that require two seperate entities? Love is not shared, it is within. That is a truth that I have ALWAYS had and abided by. So why is it that my Language won't allow me to express that truth?

Along with others...

A lie can only be spoken, but never revealed. Nor lived, nor felt. Those sensations are reserved for the truth. Which is what we live, and never what we speak.

Man On The Moon II: The Legend Of Mr. Rager Artwork

2010-10-17T09:15:00.000-07:00

This looks like the Pursuit Of Happiness video..In one frame.

Kid Cudi: Erase me

2010-10-12T09:25:00.000-07:00

Happy Friday

2010-10-07T20:04:00.001-07:00

It's possible (factual actually) that there is more than a half an hour left until the blessed Friday, but why wait? What are the chances of a comet plummeting from the sky, through your roof, and unto your neatly coifed hair? Slim to none. But there's still a chance, right?

"I'm waiting until _____."

No! Don't you wait! You do whatever it is that you're planning right now. Life requires more urgency than what we give her. What's the chance that we'll regret not feeding her urgency when she leaves us?! A lot to a little.

Wake up! Tell that girl you love her, right now! give that man your heart, right now! Make those noodles, right now! Clean the bathroom, right now! Do what you have to do! What are you waiting for?!

Are you waiting for my man (above) to pass the blunt? It's not gonna happen! Never chump! So do what you have (or have the urge) to do!

Right now!

Cha heers.

Gilbere Forte: I'm so appalled

2010-09-30T11:33:00.000-07:00

Video credit: Jerome White

Gilbere Forte' - I'm So Appalled (Official Music Video) from Jerome White on Vimeo.

There's a lot of talent in our pretty little city...So much that it can be overwhelming if you happen to stumble upon it all at one time. I'll do you a favor and introduce it gradually. I wouldn't want your death on my hands.

Gilbere Forte
"Lyin to the frats that you used to sell crack. Them pockets full of money from ya mama's income tax."

Cee lo Green: Fuck you

2010-09-30T10:56:00.001-07:00

Cee Lo Green - Fuck You (Official Video) from acs92003 on Vimeo.

If you don't know this song by now than you should learn it. After you learn it, you take a look around you and pinpoint a girl who claims to be "fancy" ( Word to the wise: A true fancy girl would never actually claim to be). Once you find her, you hit her with the ____ you!

Do it for me.
Do it for you.
Do it for her own sake.

N.E.R.D album cover: Nothing

2010-09-24T17:20:00.001-07:00

I think it'd be fair to say that we can expect a good funk from this album based on the cover.

Check out the new website.
(Hint, scroll your mouse over the three eyed monster for a quick thrill)

Via Earstyle

The Black Ivy

2010-09-23T12:39:00.000-07:00

There are some days when I look around at the other members of my race and have to say, "The fuck is you doin?"

When in need of good music you can't turn on the radio anymore. My genuine belief is that whoever created Pandora was forced to sit and listen to Charlamagne in the morning for more than five minutes during their daily commute. What happened to music with substance? Idols with substance? Walking a block in the city is close to impossible without hearing a crack head reference (this is actually no different from a year ago but now the butts of the jokes aren't limited to crazy white females..Soulja Boy, Cudi, what?)

Ask the majority of African American females what their ideal partner is like, but don't expect more than two words (Trey Songz). This isn't an attempt to throw shade at the musically inclined or physically gifted either, but, what about the Cory Booker's of the world? Does anyone else desire an educated man? Give Nicki Minaj's dick a break for a moment, and think about the Carol Moselely Braun's out there, pushing for a better tomorrow.
Does anyone remember 2008? We were all fueled by the Obama excitement, talking politics and ambitions? Do you remember how for a week everyone wanted a Barack or a Michelle in their lives? Now it's 2010 and it seems that some of us have forgotten what reading the newspaper feels like (this applies to me too, holding the newspaper requires a little bit more energy than what I would like to give). It sucks but, it seems like we don't value or desire educated and motivated idols as much as we should.

A lot of African Americans in the immediate spotlight these days portray us to be just as ignorant and "promisedlandless" as we were before offered education and opportunity. It sucks, but there's hope in the different breed out there; The educated African American.

Some of us thirst for success while others are thirsting to get rich quick by any means necessary. I've done it. You might contemplate selling, stealing, and doing anything possible to appear successful in the eyes of your peers. It sucks. I forgot (maybe you forgot too) that there's a route that promises success if you promise it your all. This route is called education.

Education isn't necessarily obtained in a classroom. One could learn more in a day by interning than by sitting at a desk and "learning" about Neuroscience. At least that's the go to argument against paying for education, but how does one get the internship? Cliche' though it might sound, an education is the key to a building with many, many open doors. Get yours.

The Black Ivy from Street Etiquette on Vimeo.

As of 2010 there are 105 historically black colleges and universities. While none of the top ranked colleges and universities in the United States are historically black,
could you learn more as a person at an HBCU? If you've never attended an all black college than you probably will never understand the feeling that is to be described within these next two paragraphs. Actually you probably won't understand at all. You have no chance at understanding. You'll say, "That's not the real world." True, but I've been to the "real" world, and I prefer the reality that HBCU's offer.

Despite the chaos of the financial process, despite the weaves and hair extensions that are sure to be in every bathroom sink, and despite the list of complaints that I was able to come up with during my freshmen year..I've never felt more at home than when surrounded by 2,400 other African American strangers.

Rushing to class at 7:57 am and looking over your shoulder to see another five or so black students doing the same exact thing is empowering. Why? It's nice to know that other people run on CP time. No, but really, there's something about knowing that we've all made the decision to be in the same place, surrounded by faces like ours, that I might never be able to explain. Fried Chicken Wednesdays, Step shows, Black teachers (but let's not forget the occasional language challenged Immigrant teacher), the yard, running into folks that you knew from your Jack & Jill days. Black faces pursuing a better life by means of an education, every which way that you turn. There is nothing like it.

HBCU's were established in the face of segregation and blah blah blah but over time they've turned into something more than the second choice for the genius boy who couldn't go to an Ivy league school because of his race. Everyone chooses the HBCU for a different reason. I chose it for a change of scenery, my sister chose Spelman because she too wanted a change of scenery (along with a chance at sisterhood other than ours). Some have never known an education without black faces, and other's have never known an education with black faces.

But that's the beauty of it all! Educated black faces holding themselves to a higher standard.

"Pledging to learn for eternity, never allowing negativity to define me. Session one, year one, classic beginnings with Black Ivy."

Now, you watch that video up there. Who do you want to be? Where do you want to learn to be that person?

Chiddy Bang: Good life

2010-09-20T22:07:00.001-07:00

These two gentlemen have come a long way. Do you remember when this was posted a little over a year ago? No itunes, no download links in sight..Just Chiddy Bang on Imeem (which has since plummeted into the 30 second clip world. Boo hoo.)

Here we are two or three videos later. And while this video isn't the most interesting or amusing thing I've seen most recently, something could still be said for the drumming on the garbage can. Right? If not we will just have to take the sound into consideration. Yeah,there are no "smile along with Ye'" puns or tupac-esque verses, but the sound that they've managed to create here is refreshing all the same.

Enjoy.

Crevices of the mind: Something

2010-09-19T15:29:00.000-07:00

This should be pretty self explanatory for those of you with brains and hearts.

Ease with love won't exist for me.

I'm plagued with the bad lucks, or bad fucks.

The "Sit down and shut ups."

So honestly I'm fed up-

cause I work too hard for a heart this soft,

and for a bitch to be nagging me this often.

I'm bitchin' but this bitch of a thought is nagging me often.

Over time do all hearts crumble rather than soften?

These days I worry that I should cough and-

Have a piece of my passion come up

staring at me like "ha ha. You fucked up!

by even trying the shit."

Well, shit. Damn bitch.

And I never really used the world until shown the true meaning of it.

So, DAMN. BITCH.

Now she it, and she it, and she it.

Aww sheeeeeit.

Because I warned me about this

yet somehow I'm back to where it all begins..

I'm sitting, smitten, rhyming word ends with how that smile makes me get.

Now she's got my fire lit,

and my intentions scorched with less than innocence.

Well, in a sense, on a nice day, when the nay-says see things my way..

This isn't wrong at all.

Cause I've got nothing, but you have got it all.

without even knowing it.

My mind, like trees, you're blowing it.

My soul's like, "At ease. You're showing it."

So the little things break me down in a large way

and my heart say,

"Fuck it. We weren't tryin' to feel this way anyway."

In seconds the beauty of it becomes aggressive and hectic.

Please tell me, where is this headed?

Come take this ache from my heart and release it where my head is.

And if you can't..I mean,

just show me the guillotine.

Cause I would rather be headless and dead than-

running around with an organ sore for time spent out of friendship.

I want more.

Fuck morals.

See my morals say, "Fuck this friendshit cause your heart's already in this."

I wish to end this.

On the other hand, I wouldn't even trade this for the Moon

that I value so dearly.

Queen of my dreams.

Might I see you soon?

If not sleep, than this high deep will place you near me.

So this is what it is.

Don't fear me, just hear me.

Though emotionally illiterate I read this so clearly.

"Don't chase what's not running. It won't be for nothing if it is something."

In other words, "Don't fuck it up though you wanna."

I want it,

but less than lust would tell me.

And though this cotton heart compels me

it might be best to just stand here, wonderin'.

Cream of The Planet

2010-08-09T13:35:00.000-07:00

I am fully aware that life is worth living.

2010-08-08T22:29:00.000-07:00

You will be missed. Don't come back till you learned something kid!

Sassytahn, photogenic ass. haha

Chin Whaddup!

Stencil shit.
Fuck Security.
Certain things make me want to use as little focus as possible. It leaves the mind in search of more detail. That's how I be lookin' at life.
Now, tell me Q'doba ain't got it. Then keep a straight face, fooh.

Peeeaaace. We didn't get to build with them as much as we wished. But meeting them was definately an experience.

...I'm on the patch.

The fall of an empire.

2010-08-05T09:47:00.000-07:00

I will be completely honest. The lyrics to Kanye's "Power" makes me sick to my stomache. But this preview to the music video that I spotted at Frank151 is a little more involved on an intellectual level than the actual song is. I guess to respect Kanye as an artist, one has to realize that he is an ARTIST and not a rapper.

Mind-poluting lyrics sell records.
Mind-Blowing artistry...blows minds.

Words to live by, rappers.

peeeaaace.

A life story...

2010-08-03T23:02:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there was this kid who went to all the parties and lived the college life. Every night that he partied (which wasn't every night, but plenty out of the week), he learned something new about lif, love, sincerity and other things of that sort. Some nights, he would spend sweeping a girl right off of her feet. Starting conversation just to make her feel comfortable; Asking her to dance to join her in her comfort; Swaying her heart from side to side, up to down, anywhere it could never imagine going. Then, he would take her outside, hold her hands, look into her eyes, and whatever happened from there...happened. What most didn't understand though - between the ones that gossip, the ones that just notice and the ones that simply fall victim - was that each girl was just a different girl, and each night a different night.

Some nights he spent alone on a chair or on a couch with just a red cup to keep him company; Just watching the party go on from behind the glass wall he constructed in his head. He watched people flirt, saw others argue, heard people reconnect with one another; basically witnessed love in several forms and enjoyed every minute of it. And to him, this was no better or worse than the nights he encountered love on his own. Each night was the same. They all started at different times and ended in different fashions, but all in all...each night, each girl, each happening were all equally as special. Just in their own different ways.

peaeaeace.

The Bill Cosby Experience

2010-08-03T09:23:00.000-07:00

"Yooo I checked out your blog. Good read good vibes. I dunno if you like electro stuff but I just dropped this compilation of mixes today. Cosby's all up in it." -DJ Sylo

Haha, Word.

I haven't heard a mix with references so versaitile that sounds so good. The whole thing was ILL! from the Kanye/N.A.S.A. bit, to the little two cents from Bill Cosby in between songs. I even heard some Rob Base towards the end. Nice.

This shit does the pudding pop.

Download HERE

I appreciate the love & the good mix as well.

-peeeaaace

I used to half step & still want it all

2010-07-29T17:58:00.000-07:00

A good song is usually easy to relate to. But some can't attest to how everybody's getting money and how everybody is out here grinding and living the perfect life. At times we are slackers, lairs, cheaters, assholes, push-overs, all dat. Too many people lie to themselves, singing "My Chick Bad" when clearly they wifed a duck; or singing "Whothefuckareyalll!" at the top of their lungs, when they turned their back on all their real friends and made a bunch of new cooler friends at their college who accept them for who they aren't.

Stop frontin'.

It's good to dream, but sometimes it's better to see your reality for what it is and still be able smile when your starring at that special someone in the mirror.

Ryshon Jones - Still Remember To Smile

"My dreams over power my realities, living for GOD so I aint shit if he ain't proud of me."

DOWNLOAD

Summer 2010

2010-07-28T03:15:00.000-07:00

Staying Alive

2010-07-27T13:22:00.000-07:00

When I wake up in the morning, my initial thought is "How do I see the world today, and how can I get someone else to see it too?" Because somedays I wake up and say "Fuck the world" or "Fuck girls," and some days I wake up wanting to embrace the world and enjoy every small detail of it. No matter what I see or feel though, I always have the same urge to make things better. Only because I know there were people before me that have. And all I really want out of life is basically to have someone wake up in the morning, feel like shit, think of me and the things I did in my lifetime, and have a strong urge to impact the world like I did. In a nutshell, I aspire to inspire...like them.

Helen Keller

Spike Lee

J Dilla

Nas

Mos Def

Jimi Hendrix

Herman Hesse

Mohatma Gandhi

George Orwell

Bob Dylan

Blu

Barack Obama

Jack Johnson.

under the influence.

peeeaaace.

There will always be more to love about life.

2010-07-24T21:55:00.000-07:00

But there is nothing more to life than love.

-peeeaaace.

Just do it

2010-07-15T13:19:00.000-07:00

This is your life. Do what you love, and do it often. If you don’t like something, change it. If you don’t like your job, quit. If you don’t have enough time, stop watching TV. If you are looking for the love of your life, stop; they will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love. Stop over-analyzing; life is simple. All emotions are beautiful. When you eat, appreciate every last bite. Travel often; getting lost will help you find yourself. Some opportunities only come once: seize them. Open your mind, arms, and heart to new things and people. We are united in our differences. Ask the next person you see what their passion is, and share your inspiring dream with them. Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them, so go out and start creating. Life is short. Live your dream, and wear your passion.

Stolen from Kreemo Blog

World Cup 2010

2010-07-14T19:50:00.000-07:00

From what I could see I was one of the few black people downtown to watch the event on the huge monitor. Amazing how emotional people were but I must admit I was pretty fuckin hype when my team SPAIN wrecked The Netherlands. Spain and Ghana are my favorite soccer team so im happy to see one of them take it all.

History & Future

2010-07-13T09:01:00.000-07:00

Seated there (doing what he might do) is my buddy "Dru Chris" of Artists & repertoire. I'd like to think that history was being made before and after this picture was taken, right in the comfort of my own patio. I won't go into details (because honestly, I don't know how to without stopping) but just know that the future has come to fruition.

Show me a good time, aw yeah, aw yeah.

Big Sean- High Rise

2010-07-07T16:15:00.000-07:00

I've never been a big fan of Big Sean. So I won't waste much of my time or yours giving my opinion on the guy. But this song actually doesn't make me want to grimace when I sit down to listen, and the video actually makes me like him just a tad bit more. (Not like, just like more than dislike).

I still wish he hadn't attempted to rhyme "whateveritwasthathesaid" with "pilates", and that he hadn't tried to remind us for the umphteenth time that he wears "high end" clothing. So no, I still don't think he's underrated, but if this song is anything like what he has planned...Than Big Sean might be bearable in the future.

You thought I was kidding

2010-07-06T08:17:00.000-07:00

A couple of the wires in my heart are broke

2010-06-28T11:52:00.000-07:00

Certain songs just land directly on your heart at the right moment. Whether you're high, drunk, sober, sad, or lonely. Said song can't be forgotten no matter how hard you try.

Or there's the other end. You might have heard this song when you were far too gone to remember what it was, and have been searching for it since, but nothing else can fill it's place. (Hah, so music's a little bit like love. Isn't it?)

My "love" is Symphonies by Dan Black. I was moments away from clicking the "Dashboard Confessional" station on Pandora when this came on. And I thought to myself, "This song is my baby. I'm gonna marry her and buy her a $5,000 makeup bag when she's upset with me."

Not really, but I didn't think that it could get any better, and like always, I was wrong.

dan black symphonies from cherrydayko on Vimeo.

And there was the other version (which was good too, but I would not leave the original for this one)

Dan Black feat. Kid Cudi "Symphonies" from chic & artistic on Vimeo.

But the point is, that there is no point. I just really wanted everyone to enjoy this song (and video) as much as I do.

And if you've lost this kind of song/love..I hope that you find it friend. Otherwise nothing will ever be right again.

S.I.R. - Kisses & Goodnight

2010-06-28T11:51:00.000-07:00

I haven't heard from my man in a minute but I'm guessing he's about jump start something that should have been jump started long ago. Trust me. His name is S.i.r. and he has been depriving hip hop of...actual hip hop for as long as I've known him atLEAST (which isn't that long, but still). Give it spin, it's only a preview.

DJ SYLO PRSENTS:S.I.R. KISSES&GOODNIGHT by smoothsir

The Mixtape: "Excuse me s.i.r." link will be posted late july.

peaeaeace.

What is there to say

2010-06-26T12:44:00.000-07:00

Golden Society

2010-06-25T18:54:00.001-07:00

I normally don't fuck with supras, at all. But something about these caught my eye. I don't know what it could be. Maybe it was the white shoe laces? The black lines on the midsole? Oh, I guess it could be the fact that it's a tall gold sneaker. That could be it.

Did you buy them Nya? You didn't actually buy them right?

Pair my fascination with a nice sale and purchases are bound to be made.
So yes, I fucking bought them.

*Septashrug*

Say what you will.

Just the other night

2010-06-23T11:05:00.000-07:00

18th Annual Islamic Heritage Festival

2010-06-20T11:25:00.000-07:00

Freeway

Jack Frost

Random Lady, hot and tired

The People

I want you (Video)- Theophilus London

2010-06-08T13:40:00.001-07:00

THEOPHILUS LONDON "I WANT YOU" (OFFICIAL VIDEO) dir. VASHTIE from va$htie on Vimeo.

Lights year ahead. She don't wear prada.

Nike Air Zoom Barcelona

2010-06-07T01:21:00.000-07:00

I like Nike's innovation lately. Actually, one can't help but wonder if they're actually running out of ideas(What else could possibly possess you to create sock fed frankensteins?).

If someone could smack the genius who thought to crowd our local shoe stores with Jordan fusions, it would be greatly appreciated.

In any case, I think they got it right this time. I think I see elements of 180's, Jordan VII's, and maybe even Barkley's (the strap)?

Good job Nike.

If everyones name were Gucci Mane

2010-06-06T23:58:00.000-07:00

We would all wear houses around our necks.

Instead of protecting ourselves with condoms, we would opt to glue diamonds on our dicks.

And instead of condom residue, she'd get diamonds on her tongue, meaning she might choke on them.

We would all love street niggas. Love them.

"Lemon pepper wangs in freeze cups" would actually be relevant at some vendor location.

Everyone else would be stoopid if they spelled stupid correctly.

First we'd get her name, THEN we'd get her number.
I mean, what the hell were we thinking before!?!?!

All the students would leave Spelman to come and be Gucci girls.

We would live at bus stops. Waiting for girls.

Susie would be the only bitch we ever loved.

If she were a prostitute, we wouldn't object to her payment plan.

Sadly, Susie would actually be a smut who failed to love us back.

Axe, Curve, and Versace would all go out of business very quickly. The only cologne we'd need would be Dro. Strong Dro.

Photo shoots would take place everywhere. With the broad, in the mall, at the club, with their girls..Anywhere that a camera phone is handy.

Society would suffer the loss of several ho's every time that we hit the beach and had to take our shirts off.

Two words, LEMON. TEETH.

White diamonds would be referred to as "Caucasian"

White girls? Susie, or Sarah. Nothing else.

The US bureau of citizenship would constantly be at our houses for our many immigrant cars.

The terms cold, chilly, frosty, frigid, wintry, etc would not exist. Everything would be BURR.

(See If everyones name was Lil Wayne )

N.E.R.D X Temple

2010-05-02T15:31:00.000-07:00

Pause at 3: 18. Who do you see in the audience?

Yeaaaaaah I see(nt) you!

Temple heads, how excited are you to see your campus, your friends?

Happy Philly Day!

2010-05-02T13:24:00.000-07:00

From SP to UPtown to the "Townships" and "Vills" that try claiming it as well.

WE LOVE THIS CITY

& I was @ the Troc not too long ago. All the Philly Royalty was there...except Beans, but it's cool.

Article & More pics to come w/ the launch of PhillyHipHopReader.com comming soon!

#phillyday - TT that

peeeaaace.

J. Cole First single- Who dat

2010-04-29T11:26:00.000-07:00

Diggy in Denim.

2010-04-29T11:09:00.000-07:00

..One of the few "celebrities" that I hate to fuck with, but fuck with.

Lyrics

2010-04-11T16:17:00.000-07:00

"I like that song."

Oh do you? Do you really? I'm like everyone else at times. I like listening to idiocy on the way to a party or while gettting dressed in the morning too. But who else is a slave to lyrics?

"I like lyrics."

Oh you do?? We are one in the same! There is something about a lyric powerful enough to stick to my soul that will always captivate me. I'm guilty of listening to the same song for hours on end simply for the purpose of understanding everything. I'm also guilty of sitting on the train, looking out the window and relating to a sad love song that relates love to bird eggs, a summer day, or plain ol' pain.

Metaphors make the world go round'. From Trigga Trey, to Lupe, to U2. Here are a few songs with lyrics loud enough to deafen a sonic boom.

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Little Razorblade- The pink spiders

Hey hey little razorblade girl you're so so serious
You're only pretty when you walk away
And you act oblivious
But I've got the keys so lets put it into drive

And you're right that it's wrong
to spend the night alone.
You stand on the shore as I'm treading water
and wave as I sink like a stone.

Hey hey little razorblade girl you're so so obnoxious
This lucid dream is not reality and it makes me so anxious.

Perfect Situation-Weezer

Get your hands off the girl,
Can't you see that she belongs to me?
And I don't appreciate this excess company.
Though I can't satisfy all the needs she has
And so she starts to wander...
Can you blame her?

Don't wanna come down- Trey Songz

I'm Mark Anthony & your JLo...wit a halo. Do ya thing, Flap ya wings.
You got feathers, I got leather.
He could tip you,
I could weather-
The storm.
It's gone, so I'ma let the top down while..
I got the whip slowed down, windows down
Wrist on shine , it's so loud.
And baby it's nine if u askin' bout the cloud
I'm so high, don't wanna come down.

Love Lost

Oh how I yearn for your touch. I'm so lonely now that you left me.
If I could run away you know I would.
And I'm hurtin cause girl I never loved you like I should
When your love is lost, your whole world's thrown off, when the one you need dont need you.
What do you do when love is lost?

Hey soul sister- Train

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brain.
I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind
Your sweet moon beam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream.
I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided, who's one of my kind.

Drops of jupiter

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day,
and head back to the milky way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Hands down- Dashboard confessional

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep.
This air is blessed, you share with me.
This night is wild, so calm and dull,
These hearts they race, from self control.
Your legs are smooth as they graze mine.
We're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all.

Keri Hilson-Knock you down

They say I move too quick, but we can't let the moment pass us
Let the hourglass pass right into ashes,let the wind blow the ash right before my glasses.
So I wrote this love letter right before my classes
How could a goddess ask, someone that's only average
for advice? OMG, you listen to that bitch?
Whoa, it's me.
Baby this is tragic, cause we had it, we was magic

Angel- Pharrell

She's an angel.
She's the girl, I want to share my dreams
She's an angel.
I don't care if she can't fly over things,
she's an angel.
I don't care if you can't see her wings
Watch her fly.
She's in my dreams when I sleep, but when I wake she's gone so I weep.

The Prayer- Kid Cudi

Baby how I dream of being free since my birth.
Cursed, but the demons I confronted would disperse
Have you ever heard of some shit so real
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel?

Alive

Aint nothing wrong, I'll be feasting on something brave.
A sexy lady who's pure, she has the cure.
I hope she can find a man within the beast, and
I hope she saves me from the curse I have to be.
I hope she figures out a way to save my soul, to save my heart.

Ain't got you- Kevin Michael

All I ever wanted was to love you
Girl I never meant to cause you pain
And I only have myself to blame
Now you're gone and I can't stop thinking of you
Every time I hear your name
I think of what I've done again and again

Little Bit- Drake

The pressure's on
Both hearts beat like a metronon
Both n'sync like a justin song
Feels so right but it's just soo wrong

Houstalantavegas

Carry you inside get you some water and undress you
I give you my all, and the next morning you'll forget:
Who, or Why, or How, or When
Tonight is probably about to happen all over again.
And she live in a mindset that I could never move to.
Until you find yourself, it's impossible to lose you, because I never had you.
Although I would be glad to.
I probably go and tattoo- your name on my heart,
I swear, I start- To think,
that I'm going crazy

Complicated- Robin Thicke

I wish I could lose all of my blues
I wish I could stop putting my blues on u
I wish I could love, I wish that my goods
Outweighed my bads enough
You know it's killing me.
Baby how can I let you go?
Suddenly theres nothing I need more

Love you- Maxwell

Listen to the way I feel when love can change you, love arranges you.
Heaven blessed the day God sent you here.
Hoping that love don't disappear
Feel you in ways I can't understand
Honey, baby, tell me I can be your man.

Dream on- Aerosmith

Every time I look in the mirror all these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone, it went by, like dusk to dawn.
Isn't that the way everybody's got their dues in life to pay?
Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes.

Vertigo- U2

Lights go down, it's dark, the jungle is your head.
Can't rule your heart, a feeling so much stronger than a thought
Your eyes are wide, and though your soul, it can't be bought
Your mind can wander.

Coming clean- Gym class heroes

And it's all part of the game, it's just the same ol' thing with a different name.
And you can try and drown the pain, but we both swim too well to submerge ourselves.
And I'm tired of the shame of being a fool too cool to maintain two dames.
And all I need is time
Please forgive me, darlin' the blame's all mine.

Good Vibrations

I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
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Close my eyes
She's somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look into her eyes
She goes with me to a blossom world

The Emperor's soundtrack- Lupe Fiasco

Here we are now, entertain us
Change don't change us ever since the game trained us-
We came up like worms in the rain
I dream, my chain became a loose noose that was used to hang us.
So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth
And two feet creep like its Elm Street.
Cause I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the hard
And I will never sleep

Gold Watch

And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem,
and the low tolerance for them telling me how to lean.
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen.
See the wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king.
Now God don't like ugly, ain't too happy bout pretty
I am ignorance's enemy so stay out of the vicinity of..

I want you- Common

We were like two birds that were able to fly.
I try to pick the right words to say to the sky.
Some days I would try but wasn't able to cry.
I never been good at saying goodbye.
I take a deep breath when the times is hard,
when I reminisce over you, my God.
I spent many years trying to be the heartthrob,
I guess it's only right that I got my heart robbed.
The scent of a room that reminds me of you
A hint of perfume it reminds me of you
Take a look at the moon it reminds me of you
Hope the stars and the gods align me and you

The badness- J. Cole

Feel like Im riding on a chartered plane of broken hearted pain.
Turbulence is constant my pilot has gone insane.
If I can find a parachute to parasail, maybe these parasites of paranoia won't prevail
Character dope as hell, but where is my parallel sweetheart?
Deep thoughts lost in my brain so I sleep hard-
Nights with no progress
Man I'm thinking like Ill probably find a Lockness in the projects before I find this-
Object of my love, this object of my heart.
Guitar strings have strum in search of my counterpart
Bound to start drinking or smoking, sinking this ocean.
Leaping through the badness hoping I'm reaching for closeness.

Diary- Wale

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like.
Short days, long nights.
By the phone, no call.
Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me goin' down that road.
Heart made of stone, far away from home.
Black woman you cold.
Every problem you ever had with another man I gotta face.
Started off on thin ice, I'm still here but I cant skate,
Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, don't think,
Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat.
Queen, you deserve the title but she reject what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them,.
Tried them didnt work, diary of a black girl.

Beach Chair- Jay z

No compromise.
No compass comes with this life, just eyes.
So to map it out you must look inside
Sure books can guide you but your heart defines you
Chica.
You corazon is what brought us home.
In great shape like Heidi Klum
Maricon, I am on-
Permanent Vaca
Life is but a beach chair
-
Some said HOV, how you get so fly
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky.
My physical's a shell, so when I say farewell
My soul will find an even higher plane to dwell
So fly you shall
So have no fear, just know that
Life is but a beach chair

The Lost Docs.....

2010-04-02T22:11:00.000-07:00

Sneak Peek of my work on the Lost Docs photoshoot.....more pictures, introductions, website and music soon.

Performance April 9th

Adultery

2010-04-01T21:52:00.000-07:00

I've been cheating. I'm cheating right now.

No, no. Not like how your girlfriend is cheating on you with me..More along the lines of "I have these pictures on facebook let me upload them to flickr then to my blog" cheating. I apologize.

I've been up to a few things my friends. Your girlfriends, an internship, schoolwork, weekends, and photography.

Today (tonight) you'll see some of the latter.

(Sidenote: These have not been edited. This is just shadow work.)

I haven't been busy..But I've been busy, yaw mean?

It's about that time, isn't it?

2010-03-30T20:44:00.000-07:00

Foreword: Listen folks, I'm lazy. I've had 3/4's of this done since december but I haven't had the discipline to sit down & finish it. But, at the request of Ms. Sydney Charae Taylor, I have finally completed the...

Best of 2009
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What'd you do for new years friend? Were you shitfaced? Enjoying time with family? All alone? Hey, whatever story you decide to stick with I promise to believe you.

It was a long year, new changes, new faces, new places. A recession that failed to keep us down, a recession that succeeded in raising prices. New artists for us to hate, new artists for us to love. Fuck it, it was a great year all things considered.

With that, it would only be right for me to list my favorite products, aspects, and people of the year.

Enjoy.

Favorite overall blog

Late boots

After reading this blog for a good year or something I finally want to share. But, I don't want to ruin your opinion of the blog by telling you my opinion of the blog. So I will not taint the mind that is soon to be developed. Just go take a look, I won't blame you if you never come here again.

Late boots

Favorite local blog

Orcl worldwide

This goes hand in hand with my favorite breakout brand of the year. What I really like/look for in a blog is witty commentary, real person perspective, and uhh stuff. Needless to say this falls under all three categories.

Favorite boots

Clarks desert boot

By now I'm sure that this might be everyone's favorite boot. Why not? All that anyone should ask for from a shoe is that can withstand the test of time, test of endurance, test of drinkspillage, test of thestare", and that it will look better at the end of every long day. Through wear and tear my once "Sand" colored Clarks have now turned into a more "silt"y type of color, and continue to look great.

Favorite sneaker

Not the Space jams

Oh you got the space jams friend? Yeah me too. I understand that you probably stole money from the cash register, robbed old women, and stood outside for a day in order to get them..But that still doesn't validate the uncomfortable toe area if you were like me and bought them true to size. A 6.5 is not supposed to feel like a 6. (Yes,even with hype and that "ahh I got mine" feeling, a shoe is still supposed to be comfortable. I don't care if Lil Wayne mentions them in his song). More importantly, after our space jams have been through rain, dirt, parties and whathaveyou they are going to look like shit and your (ok, my) toes are going to be bruised.

But enough about my not favorite shoe. My go to sneaker for this year was picked up for $88 dollars in 2008 at Ubiq on a whim. No lines, no reseller prices and no scuffable patent leather. The Jordan CDP III will likely remain my favorite sneaker through 2010 because it can pass the same tests as my Clarks. Meaning, I know that my midsoles have dirt and other unmentionables caked on them..I just choose not to clean it. Have you ever passed out on your bed in Supra's? I don't recommend it but, if by chance you have the opportunity (and right mind) to pass out in III's..By all means..go for it.

Favorite concert

Kid Cudi X 88 Keys X Asher Roth

The electric factory brings back memories even without acknowledging the artists I've seen there. Paying $4 for a fountain soda in a waxy paper cup, Paying $30 for a cotton t-shirt, getting frisked, watching some girl crowd surf (and get dropped by a group of douchebags), smelling chocolate blunts getting lit up a few heads back.. blah blah blah. I guess that you could call all of that "atmosphere". Could you imagine fist pumping to "Embrace the Martian", blindly waving your arms to some Asher Roth song that no one's ever heard of, or shaking your head at 88 Key's sandals without it? What if you had room to move forward without touching someone? Fathom jumping with the crowd..Without the sweaty crowd. It just wouldn't be the same would it?

Cudi might have left our mouths open with his performance, Asher might have made us wish that we could wear Ball shorts onstage and still be envied, and 88 keys might have umm jumped around a lot...But it might not have been the same concert without the venue. Fuck it, I'm changing the category. Favorite Venue of the year The Electric Factory

Favorite jacket

Do you remember as kids when it was important to have the brightest colored jacket? I went through Neon green, Neon Orange, Neon yellow, other shades of Neons, Red's, etc etc. Combined with those sneakers that had the color changing goo on the toe box, or various pairs with midsoles that blinked red & green when I took mighty mighty seven year old steps..There was really no one seeing me in terms of clashing.

Now older (and arguably wiser) I've learned to settle for more neutral jackets. Far past the north face phase, the American Apparel "this is cool looking but doesn't keep me too warm" phase, and have finally settled down to the "This is $48 and is made with wool so I'll buy it and hope for the best" phase.

Guess what? I bought this jacket for $48 and much to my relief..It keeps me warm.

Favorite denim

APC New Cure

I've been wearing the same pair of jeans for over a year now. The crotch hole, whiskers, chapstick & wallet imprints on the back pockets, and knee fades tell me that my jeans have character....Unfortunately those are just signs of old jeans to the rest of society. Not many people seem to relate to that proud feeling of turning cardboard stiff jeans (that I had to sleep in for two weeks, stride with caution for fear of bending a knee that hadn't been moved with the exception of taking showers, and worry about relentlessly until the day that I could finally call them comfortable) into a second skin.

There are many, many emotions in this world and though I've tried (searching google, thesaurus, dictionaries, etc) I've yet to find one that can capture everything that I feel about my jeans.

Through grass stains, and loose ends of cotton..My jeans are more reliable than most of my friends.

-I've moved on to a pair of petit standards since this was written. They are loved as well.

Favorite new artist

Kid Cudi

Man on the Moon was different. Different to the point that if you weren't already a fan you might have formed some opinions about Mr. Mescudi's mental state. Also different to the point that a fan of the mixtapes might not have bought the album. Personally, I was a fan of everything and anything Kid Cudi came out with. The variety of lyrical content, producers, featured artists, and etc throughout his budding career showed me that he can do well without being confined to one specific genre..Yes he's a "rapper" but think about it, is he really just a rapper? No.

Favorite album

Fuck it, my favorite album of the year did not come out in 2009. My ear canal doesn't see much to begin with but it is completely blind to time. My favorite album came out a few years ago. N.E.R.D's "FLY OR DIE" is the only CD that I can picture listening to for the rest of my life and discovering new meanings within lyrics everyday. An album that requires thought but not a specific mental state..Is an ALBUM.

This is an album my friends.

Favorite gadget

Ipod touch

While my ipod doesn't give me the "Crackberry itch" while I'm away from it (hide someone's blackberry then watch how their eyes won't focus on one place, and study how their fingers fidget) if I were to misplace this, I'd be very upset with myself and the rest of the world.

Favorite hat

Anything that either A. Keeps my head warm OR B. Looks fucking cool!

Favorite breakout brand

ORCL

"ORCL? What's that?" wasn't an uncommon phrase this summer/fall but once they got on, they got on. The lookbook was amazing, this coming seasons lookbook is bound to be amazing. The shirts are comfy, the faces of the brand are good people. There is everything and nothing to hate on at the same time. Grab yourself a tee before it's too late.

Dope shit

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That's all folks. I hope that you laughed (maybe cried when I hit a nerve), and enjoyed the end to the hiatus. We're back.

CHIT Spring 10'

2010-02-28T13:20:00.000-08:00

How we've missed you.

You are guilty of one of the following. Don't argue. You are.

2010-02-23T20:38:00.001-08:00

Crevices of the mind: Friendship

2010-02-11T15:44:00.000-08:00

I'll warn you all before you read this..I might get a tad bit mushy and over dramatic. Shit, you might not want to read this if we're not close..You might get jealous haha. *COUGHS* I may or may not be under the influence of something but that is far beyond the point.

I love my niggas. Past & Present.

A best friend is the best thing that you can have next to money, an abundance of "Sunday Bests" & an entertained sex drive. I have to ask though (cliche as the question might be)..When the guala, wardrobe, and sexual appetite are gone..What (rather, WHO) are you going to have?

My ace boon coons and I can reign over Mt. Airy, the mall, the cheesecake factory, the r7, suburban station, the train tracks on the hill, on my roof or wherethefuckever and just appreciate each other's company. The times that I enjoy the most are when we just stand around, sit around or lay around; Saying everything but absolutely nothing at the same time.

In spite of it all (the fights, the lies, the rainy days, and the third parties) I know that there are certain folks that I will always have love for. Love like, "We haven't had a real conversation in months but if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, a dorm room to sneak into, or my last dollar..I have you, undoubtedly." That is LOVE.

My definition of "best friend" is different for every single person (I'm sure that it's a relative term anyway). It'd just be unrealistic to expect identical behaviors & actions from different people. The beauty of having multiple best friends is that I share something original and untainted with each of them.

Telling someone that they can have "MAYBE one or two" best friends is like telling a hopeless romantic that they can only fall in love once. No no no! Do you want a series of suicides on your hands, partner?!?!?! Fuck that.

Friendship is something that you can't put a limit on and because it involves love, you can't just throw it away either. Certain situations might alter a relationship with a friend, but even a series of bad circumstances won't stain one of my friendships

Yadadamean? A bond is something that you don't just kick to the curb. Imagine waking up to a world without someone that you haven't spoken to in months (over something petty). That type of situation would eat at my soul until I was no more. How about you?
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..and fuck it, some of our kodak moments for emphasis.

...Nine broken paragraphs & Ten individuals later, I think I'm done being with being sensitive.

All the same, "My friends, I wish the best for you forever on."

The red cup theory

2010-02-06T12:52:00.000-08:00

You're browsing facebook, you come across a party album. *CLICK*. "WOOOOW! RED CUPS, PEOPLE!!!". Looks like an awesome time right? Little do you know that he hates her, he is fucking her, and the her in the corner will be kicked out of school by next semester for god knows what.

BUT, the red cups tell you otherwise. Look at me, I'm having a great time.

..Until five minutes later when I was praying to the porcelain goddess. My drunken tweets might know more about that night than I do.

But fuck it.

Red cups= Fun...right?

An angry rant from..Mr. West

2010-02-03T18:37:00.001-08:00

"WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE, REMEMBER THE FEARLESS, REMEMBER THE DREAMERS, REMEMBER THOSE WHO REPRESENT THE GHETTO...THE FAIRY TALE OF NOTHING TO SOMETHING. I'M BRIEFLY SADDENED BY NEGATIVE COMMENTS, BUT I HAVE TO REMEMBER THOSE PEOPLE ARE SCARED, INCAPABLE OR JUST PLAIN IDIOTS. WE ARE THE FUCKING ROCK STARS BABY. NO COCAINE, JUST LIFE MY NIGGAS!! NO COCAINE, JUST LIFE! IT'S FUNNY TO ME WHEN FASHION BLOGGERS DOWN OUR OUFITS AND THEN SUPER JOCK OUTLANDISH SHIT ON THE RUNWAY BUT THEN THEY DRESS MAD PRUDE AND DON'T LIVE FASHION. WE LIVE IT MAN. FUCK THAT, WE LIVE IT!!! WE LIVE IT SO HARD PEOPLE LIVE THROUGH US! WE REPRESENT YOUR INNER SPIRIT!! THE CHILD IN US ALL, THE BRUTAL HONESTY, THE NAIVETY, THE BRAVE WARRIOR, THE ADRENALINE THAT ALLOWS A MOTHER TO LIFT A CAR IF HER CHILD WAS TRAPPED UNDER IT! REMEMBER, THERE WAS A TIME WHEN EVERYBODY DISSED MICHAEL JACKSON EVERY CHANCE THEY COULD. IMAGINE THE PRESSURE OF BEING A TRUE ICON. VERY FEW HUMAN BEINGS ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE CONSTANT HATE!!! IF WE DON'T DO WHAT YOU FEEL IS THE SHIT, YOU BEAT US UP VERBALLY AND MENTALLY, LIKE A CATHOLIC SCHOOL TEACHER BEATING A CREATIVE STUDENT INTO SUBMISSION. I CAN HEAR YOU SCREAMING 'COLOR INSIDE THE LINES!!!' WELL FUCK YOUR COLORING BOOK, COLOR BY NUMBERS APPROACH TO LIFE. AT THE END OF THE DAY WHO ARE WE HURTING??? OH "THE NEW BLACK???" SINCE BARACK IS PRESIDENT BLACKS DON'T LIKE FUR COATS, RED LEATHER, AND FRIED CHICKEN ANY MORE?! WHEN YOU TRULY UNDERSTAND CULTURAL SETTINGS, BOUNDARIES, AND OUR MODERN DAY CASTE SYSTEMS, THEN YOU CAN FEEL THE GLORY AND PAIN FROM THE DAYS OF KINGS IN AFRICA TO THE NEW KINGS OF THE MEDIA. LET THE BALL PLAYERS DANCE AFTER THEY SCORE! IT'S LIFE MY NIGGAS, IT'S LIFE! REMEMBER CLOTHING IS A CHOICE. WE WERE BORN NAKED!!! FRESH IS AN OPINION, LOVE IS OBJECTIVE, TASTE IS SELECTIVE, AND EXPRESSION IS MY FAVORITE ELECTIVE. NO MORE POLITICS OR APOLOGIES!!!"

Thoughts anybody?

Personally, I'd like Kanye to focus on making another quality album.

and hey..Kanye, where were you during the grammy's?

Winter 10'

2010-02-02T18:44:00.000-08:00

The Sartorialist

Notable Kid Cudi quotes

2010-02-02T17:32:00.000-08:00

"Raaaaaaaaaage"

"And the Devil in a hot pink dress tryin' to ask me for one dance "

"Shut your mouth before I fuck it."

"PHILLY, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP? WHAT THE FUCK MAN???"

"Dear god, me too. I like the hot bitches."

"Now I give a shit bout less more than a little bit"

"Now super duper fame gets me super duper brain"

"How you doin' Officer? Nice moustache"

"I still wife her up even with her flat chest"

"Girls that I dated, I am not mad yo. Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho."

"This game is more than spending money and fucking dimes."

"And you smell good just like some new shoes ..Just like my bathing apes"

"So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out & free my scalp "

"Once upon a time nobody gave a fuck. It's all said and done and my cock's been sucked. So now I'm in the cut, alcohol in the wound. My hearts an open sore that I hope heals soon. I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancun. Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon."

"Tall. Clutchin my kid cudi bizz-allz."

"I was too artsy, known to be a clown "

"I know it's easy to imagine, but it's easier to just do, see, if you can't do what you imagine, then what is imagination to you?"

"the type that make you tell a bitch just dance"

"I don't care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk, I'm doin’ my thing"

"Baptize myself in the river of Henn-essy "

Commes des garcons Spring/Summer 2010

2010-01-27T17:39:00.000-08:00

Tank chair

2010-01-27T17:32:00.000-08:00

PHARRELL WILLIAMS x BKRW video INTERVIEW from Jay SMITH on Vimeo.

Take your eyes from the mustache, briefly. And listen to him speak.

Pharrell is such an interesting individual.

To the Polo Snoot.

2010-01-10T15:08:00.000-08:00

It always seems to be those who struggle with their own individuality that have the most to say about what other's are doing; Case in point, Polo boots

A third of Philadelphia is in Uggs, another third in Nike, and the final third is in polo boots. Don't get me wrong, (I made up those statistics) and had made my fair share of jokes until the day that I actually picked up a ranger boot and then looked down at my own feet.

At the time I had been wearing a pair of Palladiums and after tracing my finger over the Polo's boots leather, then my leather, putting both shoes side to side and noticing too many simialarities, I thought, "The only difference is the label and price". Naturally the Palladium were cheaper, the Timberland's on the feet of the guy beside me were also eerily similiar to both, AND $150 as well.

The only eyeopening difference? The polo boots were the nicest of the three pairs.. Ignore the man on the horse, ignore "polo" on the heel and what do you have? A boot that will keep your toe armed warriors looking chic and snug in the cold. So tell me, if Kanye West hadn't worn his timberlands to the BET awards last year would you have seen your local blipster in a pair? If complex magazine hadn't showcased palladium how many people do you think might actually consider them? If 3 males on your bus (that's transporting at least 30 people) weren't wearing the same model of Polo boots..Would you really cast your nose up?

EVERY male on the bus also undoubtedly owns a white tee (hanes) like the one that you have at the bottom of your laundry basket. What justified that white tee but scares you away from the "cookie boot"? Your white tee is better than their white tee for some reason, right? And your space jams, aqua's, and three's.. I bet they're better than everyone else's for whatever reason too.

$175 (or more) for a sneaker that might be worn three times this year (twice to difference sneaker events, once in your bedroom). I bet that all of your so called "sneakerhead friends" will have them also..Or $150 for a pair of attractive boots that you might also see on strangers around the city but are much, much more comfortable than your timbs that you now proudly stomp around in (but were dissing a year ago)?

"Ha, I'm not in that unoriginal category. I wear clarks". I hate to wipe the smile off of your face but yes, you are., Brilliant choice in terms of style but the $55 that you saved doesn't compensate for your wet & frozen toes when winter laughs at the fact that your boots were made for the desert (and not the snow ridden streets of Philadelphia) or the fact that some of us saw the same "NOBODY has these" crepe soled boot on Sidney Lo (ska Skidknee) years ago.

And unless you are a worker in the 1920's, your red wings were showcased in a room, thrown unto a catwalk, and caught the eye of someone who would later spoon feed the idea to you, for more than 2x the cost of retail in 1920.

Yet you're better than the 14 year old in polo boots, hm. How is it that his "extended middle finger and grimace" picture is any more unoriginal than your "creative dslr and squinted eye" picture that you took in the mirror? A lot of "artsy & original" people seem to have those also.

None of this is to call you (nor I) posers. It's more like, uh..How do you figure? Why is your neighborhood "lo head" a copycat when he's only a copycat of his immediate environment? Most things that most people are wearing would throw them into the copycat grouping as well if looked at in depth.

The ONLY thing new under the sun is individual distinction, the same distinction that might seperate your hanes tee from his (or hers).

In short, don't diss the polo boot, Either A: own up to the fact that you wouldn't be able to find a way to unassociate your choice of winter footwear with the city's latest trend,B: go to The Ralph Lauren store and see what the fuss is about, or C: Say nothing at all.

Couldn't fit on your wall. (no homo?)

2010-01-10T12:32:00.000-08:00

Mr. Sharif,

I am sorry to inform you that a restraining order has been placed you from my facebook page. If you don't mind I'd like to just run through the key requests that it wittholds:

First, you are not to be within 30 miles of my facebook page. Translated to the use of the internet, you cannot be on anyone's page who is a mutual friend of mine, unless you do not see my name and picture in the "friends in common box" that you can find on the left column of your page.

Second, if you are to ACCIDENTALLY stumble upon a page that displays a link to MY page, you are to keep the cursor at a minimum distance of 6 inches away from the link. If you violate that request, you will be given a 10 second relief period to get the hell away from my page.

Third, when I feel that you have made progress, you will be granted the priviledge of viewing my page with one exception: do not...I repeat, DO NOT mention the iluminati, freemasonry, or whatever else suggests anything of the sort.

Until then, fuck off my page.

Playstation 3 Blazers

2010-01-10T10:47:00.000-08:00

Copped these for 30 on Friday :].....kinda hype that I found them cause I wanted them for awhile

Hard Rock:

2010-01-09T11:02:00.000-08:00

Good Times.

i didn't forget about the freakniks. I got you.

peeeaaace.

I. Freakniks: The News

2010-01-07T10:14:00.000-08:00

Okay...

Preface

First, I would like to once again shout out Chinedu for the heads up (which This time, i recieved in a less direct manner). Before I get to the actual news though, I should let you know that this is comming to you in the form of two seperate posts; One to "tell you it", and one to tell you what I think of it 'cause I'm honestly going to need some time to articulate my thoughts on this.

....It's about Lil Wayne, and T-Pain. And They be on some other shit so I'm sure you understand.

Try to ignore certain websites that will misinform you. There will be no cartoon with Ron Browz, Kanye West, and T-Wayne (haha) called Auto-Tunes. Lil Wayne will not play a "drugged out midget with dreads." (haha). C'mon, that's nonsense!

Don't be fooled.....he's actually playing Jesus Christ (haha!!!) on a cartoon entitled Freakniks airing on Adult Swim March 21st. =)

....and T-Pain plays the "Ghost of Spring break, the Spirit of Freaknik"

I will be back,
peeeaaace.

Preeeaaach.

2010-01-06T12:16:00.000-08:00

via ffffound

peeeaaace.

Crevices of the mind: Fashion

2010-01-06T12:14:00.000-08:00

Before I start ranting..No, I'm not finished the "Best 0f 2009" yet..I didn't forget about it though!

Now unto the rant.

I change my career as often as I change clothes. But today, yesterday, the day before, the week before and the month before.. I wanted to be a stylist. "You shouldn't care so much about what you wear and you won't make any money that way, they're only clothes"

Not everyone can understand that with the exception of a hungover Saturday or Sunday, I think about what I wear and it really wouldn't be a good day if I just rolled out of bed and threw on a sweatshirt. Does that sound shallow to you? Maybe you don't understand either, what is your definition of personal style? Steez?...Fashion?

Style; A quality of imagination and individuality expressed in one's actions and tastes.

Steez; I jumped up from my sleeping arrangement, rubbed my eyes threw on a white tee and turned my steez on. My steez is never to be confused with your "swag"

Fashion is the opposite of effortless. Fashion is that certain je ne sais crois worn above the collarbone that says "Fuck you, I do care. Maybe a little bit too much even".

Fashion is standing in the mirror for an hour asking yourself "what about this outfit is mine? How do I separate this shirt from the logo? What makes this my belt, and not Louis Vuitton's?". Fashion is borrowing an idea, and turning it into something that you can call your own. Fashion is that "Must you consistently dress up for class" look that you get from your peers adorning sweatpants and crusty eyes.

Fashion is a commitment to quality and originality. Fashion is turning a laptop case into a briefcase, turning an "Oh you bought that because Pharrell wears it" t-shirt into a "Fuck you, I bought it because I had the money and it compliments the hypnotiq stain on my jordans" T- SHIRT.

Fashion is dirty. Fashion is clean. Fashion says "I'm taking a risk wearing this outside of my room but fuck it, and them if they have a problem".

Fashion is timeless. Fashion is the ageless classic. Fashion is cuffed khakis, and slacks. Fashion is tucked in cashmere shirts with $20 plimsoles. Fashion is an untucked and wrinkled white tee paired with $300 gucci sneakers.

Fashion can't be limited to heels, chukkas, oxfords, laceups, or boots..Fashion is talking to your suitcase full of streetwear apparel "I own YOU. You don't own me." Fashion goes as far as dirtied white vans, "I'll only ever be worn on this occasion" nikes, and Jordans that you swapped out for wingtips at the last minute

FASHION is the fading ink on a receipt, telling you that the price doesn't matter. Fashion is in a steel doored, security guarded "luxury items" store. Fashion is in a small thrift store on walnut street that you might pass by if you're not looking for it. Fashion is in your Mom's blazer that you borrowed, or inside of the shrunken wool fibers of your brother's vneck sweater

Fashion is a lot like love, it is wherever you find it and can't be limited to a certain socio economic level, clique, genre, brand, or price range.

Yeah, labels make fashion but, can you really put just one label on it?

If I don't change my mind, and I don't make any money..I'll be sure to apologize to anyone who still doesn't understand the significance .

...happy new year. =)

2010-01-01T22:36:00.000-08:00

Umm... just thought i'd inform you all on mos def's proactiveness lately.
cuz he's been busy..

Party Done - Medina Greene ft. Mos Def
Just Begun - Reflection Eternal ft. Jay Electronica (also grindin'), J. Cole (new nigga) & Mos Def
24 Hr. Karate School - Ski Beatz ft. Mos Def
Taxi - Curren$y (produced by Mos Def)
On the Vista - BlakRoc (Mos Def's on it)

A couple hot vids:

Casa Bey

Super Magic

& He will be doing a cameo on the next Gorrilaz LP under the alias of SunMoonStars....This all dates back to like late november. You been hearin' about this???? Probly not.

fuck what you heard he's killin' the game.

-peeeaaace

Crevices of the Mind: Best Jam Session, barely any music.

2009-12-24T21:10:00.000-08:00

In the movie Up in the Air, George Clooney plays a motivational speaker that advocates everything but commitment. Whenever he would do a speach, he would ask his audience to imagine that they were going on a trip..or vacation. And he'd ask, "What would you put in your bag?" Old friends? New shoes? Ipod? Sentiments, like pictures that remind you of old friends? "Pictures are for people that can't remember," he said. I remember that. And I've thought about that a lot over the time. Pictures are memories. Agreed. But memories aren't always reminders, nor are they always for ones who can't remember. Sometimes....Most times....shit, every time...memories play the role of a teacher. A memory cannot only help you remeber but also open your eyes to things that you've never even known or realized to begin with. Memories show you more than what was. Memories show you what will become.

& this lil' youngbol' here?? is not the past, nor the present. He is the future, which is beyond us ALL. I love him just because he exists. And I embrace that feeling, even though I wonder how love could fall from the sky the way it does for him. I don't understand...

But nonetheless, I'm so glad that the past left me such a great present.

A merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

-peeeaaace.

Prepare for

2009-12-21T23:06:00.001-08:00

The best of 2009: We Ride Septa edition

Hey you (Yes YOU),

2009-12-15T22:06:00.000-08:00

One day you wake up and the world that you're preparing to walk out into won't be the the same as it was yesterday. Sure, the sky will still blue (masking the CFC'S seeping out of our ozone), the air will smell the same, the people you meet will be unchanged, there will still be that undetermined stain on the sidewalk, in the mirror you'll greeted by the same face..But the same things won't matter anymore.

You might wake up and put on a pair of Visvims instead of Jordan's, Jordan's instead of Nike's, Nike's instead of no name's..Or you might just wear a different brand of socks. Maybe the change won't be physical either..Maybe on this particular day you decided to say "hi" to that girl who always gets on at the stop after yours, or maybe you'll finally punch that douche bag in the face, there might even be a chance that you say something "douchey-er" than you normally would, maybe you'll get punched in the face.

Whenever that day is I hope that you come to this blog and find a reason to smile, frown, be perplexed, or become annoyed that we've yet to post for the 4th consecutive day. On that day that you wake up and the world has changed, I hope that your faith, hate, love, boredom (or whatever brings you to We Ride Septa regularly) does not change.

Bear with us

: )

"Noise Sweatshirt"

2009-12-10T07:20:00.001-08:00

Dope.....

"I didn't know central was so diverse." -Arlene Ackerman

2009-12-09T19:17:00.000-08:00

So, the superintendent of the Philadelphia School District comes to the alma mater of both me and Nya - formally known as CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL (byotch). During an assembly, the students basically boo'd her off as she was introduced to the stage....

Agreed - Central students are jackasses, okay. Fine. But that does not excuse Dr. Ackerman (the Supa).

Here's the situation at hand: Dr. Ackerman wants to make philadelphia a more successful environment with the plan to uplift 85 public elemntary, middle, and high schools with a more hands-on personell and a better application and acceptance system that makes school with great success a little more accessible to the less fortunate. That's great =D, round of applause.

I'm sure she comes with great intentions, and if not....big surprise, she's a politician. But w/e. I think that making all the underacheiving schools better is excellent, as long as it has nothing to do with imagine 2014 (But it does. read up). But, because this little agenda involves loosely accepting less qualified students into special admission schools, central don't real fux wit it.

This is basically a case of, "I'm trying to bring affirmative action into the school system to make this city better." Little does Dr. Ackleman know, the exact opposite will happen and central will eventually ooz down into a neighborhood school. Central knows though..that's why theye boo'd her ass.

I guess every central student knows exactly what it's like to be a "rich white man" in America right now. I mean, here you have someone that wants to create equal opprotunity for the less fortunate, and the more fortunate boo's her off stage. The ones with priveledge, and opprotunity, and a future ahead of them boo's this person that wants the rest of the school system to have what they have. Not knowing that the money to build their new classy library was the money taken away from schools that underacheive because they dont have money to begin with.

But hey, know one wants to make a difference at their own expense. Right, rich white guy? Riight.

Politics just entertain me. that's why I watch CNN like it's MTV. I'm just sayin

-peeeeeeeaaaaace

The Crevice of the mind: Beginnings

2009-12-03T22:06:00.000-08:00

Just to clear up the confusion, "The Crevices of the Mind" contributor to the bottom left is no longer a contributor. That was Samir & I's joint name while we were the only writers on this blog.

Any who. I don't know what it is about that combination of words that gets me but, it just sounds too beautiful not to be written multiple times. Possibly because it really is (and describes) everyone's innermost thoughts, emotions, grievances, etc..Or perhaps because I find it to be catchy (kind of like cuh, or fuck it). In any case, some time last April I was inspired enough by the words to consecrate a multiple stanza'ed set of rhyming thoughts. After presenting it to my Mom, Sister, and inevitably facebook..It was forgotten about.

Prior to any thought of the poem, I was alone (with the exception of my camera) in a dark hallway in the Senate building shortly after the inauguration. Months after that, a friend and I ventured outside of our Hall to find that the campus was absolutely gorgeous when barely lit and soaked. And tonight after searching Hewleus for a worthy post, I've discovered that when put together, the combination depicts the closest thing (on earth) to my phantasm of that holy place.

Know this though, I said on earth for a reason. If for whatever reason God were to read this, bless me with a spaceship, diving suit, camcorder, and a lobotomy; I would be able to show you my actual mental image.

Until that happens, this will have to do.

Welcome to the Crevices of the Mind

Eighteen with the world ahead of her
stars to the left of her
and the sun shines down on her perpetual dreams.
Purposely she's placed them with forever so she'd never lose sight of what she'd seen.
See she's been chasing forever with a steam.
So lost to find it-
as she rolls up her sleeves
to breathe air from the life intended just for she.
Oh, the moons beams a smile, intended just for she.
So her intentions in life match her aspirations perfectly
and vividly,
intuition screams,
"you'll cross the sky to light up the night like astronomy.
Destined to be seen, seperate from all commodities.
Extend bare palms in exchange for comraderies.
If found comatose they'd dissect you like lobotomies."

So she kept a surgeons hand on her thoughts,
deliberate and cautious with a fear to get lost,
in the crevices of the mind. Beware at all cost,
deeper than depth lies the valley of frost.
Memories of a void in the soul, refusal to be whole-
after she'd let her guard down and took the armor off.
Stripped of all and dignity, she fought-
only to fall and find that she'd lost
hope and life
but her angel lifted her
and that dark tasted light-
as she inhaled an engine's exhaust.
High enough to touch the sun, when the plane shutoff
and the angel left her to fly and kiss the clouds so soft.

So gently she descended past the stars and time that she'd wrought,
touching only the sins that she'd been and the rights that she'd wronged.
Blowing cosmic powder on the lyrics of a song that she'd yet to write.
Still it's melody haunts her mind in the black of the night.
So loneliness has gone.

and now forever calls you,on and on-
in pursuit it seems she's running on and on.
No destination just, on and on.
The wings are off, just on and on-
top of the world where the entrance is drawn-
in green and red
noise is dead and a sight beyond it she's yet to find.
In circles on and on and on and on until she breaks cycle into the crevices of the mind

Silver Collection Jordan VI

2009-12-01T11:36:00.000-08:00

The crevices of The mind

2009-11-29T22:27:00.000-08:00

Hewleus Prime (my laptop) is stuffed to the very last mb of his Memory with my photo's, poetry, english essays, video's, and music. If Hewleus could speak I'm sure that he'd tell me that he's too young to harbor everything that I have ever thought/felt. But he cannot talk, and each day when I'm not taking advantage of everything social in my dorm, writing on the blog, melting my brain in class, or staring at the creme' ceiling; Hewleus is learning more & more about me. He keeps sending me little signs (virtual memory too low) and frankly I've grown just as tired of it.

So I sat and I thought about it, "Why give all of myself to someone who doesn't appreciate me? There must be someone, something out there that sits in wait of something new to lay their eyes over, to laugh at, to grimace at, to take and call their own with no regard to how I feel about it...There must be somewhere, someplace that I can put all of this nonsense."

..And that's when it hit me, it is possible that someone visits this blog daily, looking for something new to read or to think about; with no avail. In fact, you're reading this now because you're hoping that I won't dissapoint you.

I do not plan to.

Welcome to the Crevices of the mind, free of anything that you've seen anywhere else. Photography, poetry, random thoughts, maybe a video here or there. Everything that you will see under anything entitled "The Crevices of The Mind" is a direct product of the mind, body and soul.

Here is a poem that I wrote a little while ago, with matters of the heart on my mind obviously. I hope that you enjoy and I'd appreciate your comments.

Welcome again,

"They say that love's a destination,

so for now I'm complacent, patient.

Pacing myself, slowing my heart beat for the day that I might face it.

Fed up with the facades and fools growing closer to the spaces

that love dwells.

Contanminating a land not meant to be tainted

by time,

but of it I know well.

Hours have past these years at last,

growing closer to the day that I'd be under spell

once again, through fields of dreams and the backwoods of hell

where once I fainted.

And faintly became amazed at the ways

that under daze sanity and sense do fade like the ringing of the bells,

marking the end of days fueled by youth and well

Breathing's not so easy, not so alone now.

Grown now, surrounded by glazed eyes,

drone's who's intentions only time will tell.

Is it love that I have within my sights?

Only time will tell.

And only this rhyme can tell my tale of a heart that failed to beat slow enough

rapid contractions caused my actions to act like I was so in love,

which I was.

But for some I guess that's the killer of a buzz that they call crush

So her crush was crushed,

and I got crushed.

Came back from a cloud called love

and she took flight to the sky called lust

See she might never flee to a place that she couldn't feel when her eyelids fell

The cloud was too high for her to perceive so her eyelids fell,

in wait of the sun to highlight the sky and undo the spell-

under which we'd fallen.

And that made things too hard to believe.

Lung full of sky but too hard to breathe.

Wheezing was the sound of my evenings

but easy.

Here I am now, with nothing but time by my feet

that creep closer to the land of the sweet

believe me, my mind has aged and my heart's been seasoned.

For just long enough to leave me staring at the ceiling sleepless,

feeling a little bit beaten wishing love woud relieve me-

or passion would free me from this journey.

This cursed traverse where mental roads have burnt me,

screamed on the inside so only my demons could have heard me

and turned me to neglect the progress that I might have made.

Slave to the story from a book that's been misplaced,

titled lost love, binded in leather, pleasure, and feathers from the birds of space-

stars I mean with ink that's green and a map on the last page.

At a place that few have traveled to by mind than chose to erase-

the directions for protection of a heart who could no longer fight it

or it's inhabitants.

Back from this place, loss on my face,

but feel regret for time lost?

I haven't since.

Nor do I wish to rewind it,

I'm not a victim but a culprit of misguiding

It seems to me that in light or on a scribe love is where you find it,

or choose to write it.

etched on a tree, or in a set of pretty brown eyes that I've found to be blinding

or trying, with every step that I take temptation is hiding.

Disguised as lips or fingertips that confine me from writing and flying in hopes of finding-

where love dwells."

9. Siddartha.

2009-11-28T09:18:00.000-08:00

Siddartha is a great book. It taught me a lot about time, and how it should be spent. We all live so worried because time is running short, running out, and yet it is running non-stop. And no one seems to notice that time is simply running us.

"The concept of time is embedded in me. I can turn off all my clocks and alter my own wristwatch to run backwards (r.i.p. grandpop ike!), but when it's all said and done, my obligation to cope with society (and not be considered a mad man) requires me to cope with the illusion of time. All my life, I have known time to be everything. Time is money, money is resource. Time is numbered because "life's shorrt". Some have more time than others. Therefor, time is of value; all of this is true. Time is one thing that binds us all together into what we call...socity. It's something that we all know, but take for granted because the concept of time is embedded in all of us. It is society's heartbeat that circulates substance into us all collectively by the second. We need time as a whole, but between you and I, it is only an illusion. It is not a factor. It does not exist. Between you and I, there is only right now. Not the hint of our tomorrows, nor the shadows of the past...only now."

R.I.P. Grandpop

-peeeeeeaaaaace

Round something

2009-11-22T13:11:00.000-08:00

Mondays

Divided X American Apparel X APC X Vans

American Apparel X 10 deep X American Apparel X Jordan

American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Jordan

Tuesdays

Thrift X American Apparel X American Apparel X Sperry

American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Nike

BDG X Theory X American Apparel X American Apparel X Clarks

American Apparel X Undrcrwn X APC X Vans

Wednesdays

CHIT X American Apparel X Jordan

CHIT X American Apparel X APC X Vans

Thrift X American Apparel X American Apparel X Vans

Divided X American Apparel X Jordan

Thursdays

American Apparel X American Apparel X Nike

BDG X Ice Cream X APC X Nike

American Apparel X American Apparel X American Apparel X Clarks

Divided X American Apparel X Clarks

Fridays

American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Vans

Divided X American Apparel X Clarks

Ralph Lauren X American Apparel X Clarks

I apologize for an intense lack of words on the blog lately.
WRS will be returning to the normalcy within the next few weeks (during winter break). Bear with us.

Air Jordan 2010

2009-11-21T13:46:00.000-08:00

8. redskins cheerleader

2009-11-19T23:58:00.000-08:00

7. ingredientx.com

2009-11-19T22:55:00.000-08:00

At first glance, it may not seem like something to take seriously but he drops a lot of science! AND IT'S FUNNY

APC Winter 2009

2009-11-16T17:29:00.000-08:00

6. Booty Pop

2009-11-15T11:17:00.000-08:00

lol...This is what it's come to, huh.

5. Mos Def X MF DOOM

2009-11-09T14:46:00.000-08:00

Mos Def doin Meet Grinder off of Madvillain

I smell a collaaaaaaaaaab!
& Shouts to Chenidu for the heads up.

-peeeeeeeaaaaace

4.

2009-11-07T17:57:00.000-08:00

Young Ryan Leslie.

3. Priority!

2009-11-07T15:53:00.001-08:00

shit I could live by.

-peeeeeeeaaaaace
Priority - Mos Def

2. SEPTA...wtf

2009-11-03T18:41:00.000-08:00

-peeeeeeeaaaaace

1.

2009-11-02T21:50:00.000-08:00

So, I made a trip out to the Art Museum this Sunday. Unplanned, unexpected, but whatever. I was feeling a little "blah" at the time and I just wanted to fi...uhgh, It's hard to explain.

Thomas Eakins - The Gross Clinic
Made A visit to the art museum this Sunday, and saw some REALLY cool shit.

Kay Sage - Tomorrow Is Never

Georges Braque - Violin and Newspaper
(He has this awesome thing for violins. lol)

Jasper Johns - Skin With O'hara Poem

Lee Krasner - Composition

Andy Warhol - Little Electric Chair
(I'd look him up, he has some really cool "Pop Art")

Jackson Pollock - No. 1

Sometimes you may feel lonely, or just sad or pathetic...And that's great. Becuase in the midst of all that misery, being able to comiserate with the things that you love most is the greatest feeling. I think I might've exposed myself to so many different things this sunday. I can't even really describe the peace in mind I have right now, but I can say that I do have peace in mind. I'm babbling....there is a point to this though.

*AH!
Try going out to an art gallrey once or twice. Shit, hit up the Art Museum! I don't how appealing these'll look on your computer screen, but I can definately tell you they're no where near as touching as the real thing..

-peeeeeeeaaaaace

Phuck yeah.

2009-10-28T20:30:00.000-07:00

Phillies lead world series 1-0. (6-1)

Cliff Lee went to work. Chase Utley went to work. Jimmy Rollins screwed up our shutout.

It's cool though, I can settle for that blowout. lol
Can't wait till Pedro starts pitching tomorrow. Smh

Cover of, a song I love

2009-10-26T20:52:00.000-07:00

The FRAY - Heartless from IE HAGY on Vimeo.

As much as I love Mr. West, this song sounds a lot better coming from The Fray. That is, if you excuse the awkwardness of their use of "homies and yo".

Sydni Yoshie Rounds

2009-10-25T12:17:00.000-07:00

Back when my sole concerns in the world were sneakers and the WDYWT thread on ISS, Sydni Yoshie was Queen. Beautiful, creative, outspoken, and Eighteen; she embodied anything that I had ever thought about. Her photography was different, impressive. In the close to two years since she's passed I've seen too many pictures from "photographers" with nothing more than a focused subject and a blurred background..Sydni's Photo's all seemed to concretize who she was, and that artistic region of the mind that everyone has, but few showcase.

Browsing a tattoo thread, she had posted a picture of hers; a watch who's hands were on the number's of her brother's death. The tattoo was unique and all the more heartbreaking when she too passed away, a victim of reckless driving.

Funny how a close to complete stranger can have such a profound effect on someones life; Six months after her death I got my first camera and haven't been able to find anything that ignites my passion more, with the exception of writing. It's amazing how someone can change your life without even trying, just by being themselves.

With that I reiterate, be yourself and touch a life.

R.I.P Sydni Yoshie Rounds

This should be easy

2009-10-25T11:26:00.000-07:00

University life has turned into everything that I expected it to be; The drinking, the parties, the madness in the residence halls, the cafeteria food that makes you long for broccoli and beef (..fresh, and REAL from home), the bad room mate, the good room mate, the ramen, the good teachers, the bad teachers, the "broken alarms clocks", midterms that cause some to stay in their rooms for days (afterwards)..The students.

Dear Readers,

As much I love being down here, and enjoying this charmed life..I might be dead by the end of this year. All jokes aside there have been two deaths on campus that I know of, one kidnapping, and at least three separate "region" fights. You probably won't ever hear about any of it because that's how well they can keep stuff hidden.

Less than one hundred yards away from my residence hall a girl was robbed, and then stabbed to death by a group of locals, another girl was kidnapped in broad daylight in front of the dining hall. Groups from New York and DC felt the need to prove to each other (physically) which city "goes the hardest", more ambulances outside of my dorm.

Somehow I'm beginning to question my personal safety, and my decision to stay here or to transfer to Temple U.

If it weren't for the friends I've made and the confidence that I have in my teachers I'd probably be gone by the end of this semester. Everything down here has grown on me, despite anything that I might have said, this is not a bad school.

Homesickness doesn't bother me anymore, I like missing Philadelphia. Who's to say that the crimes on campus at Temple aren't as heinous and well hidden?

What to do..What to do?

Being in the middle of nowhere is okay with me. Worrying that there might be a masked killer in the corn field bothers me a bit, but it could just as easily be someone in my Composition class, or any troubled local.

..Reader I am asking you(s), I'm in need of an opinion outside of family & friends..

What to do?

Round 9/10/11

2009-10-25T10:59:00.000-07:00

Mondays

American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Vans

American Apparel X American Apparel X American Apparel X Clarks

BDG X Divided X Clarks

Tuesdays

American Apparel X American Apparel X Supra

American Apparel X APC X Jordan

CHIT X Americal Apparel X Jordan

Wednesdays

Ralph Lauren X City Sports X APC X Vans

Nike X American Apparel X Nike

CHIT X American Apparel X Jordan

Thursdays

Divided X American Apparel X APC X Vans

BBC X American Apparel X Jordan

NERD X American Apparel X Vans

Fridays (-1)

Stussy X American Apparel X Clarks

American Apparel X American Apparel X Nike

Kanye West, Spike Jonze: We were once a fairy tale

2009-10-18T21:00:00.000-07:00

I don't want to ruin this with my biased opinion. So comment!

What do you think?

"Sometimes it be like that"

Real Talk

2009-10-18T11:05:00.000-07:00

Do you think the perfect girl exists for you?

I personally don't think one exists for me.

Over the past couple of years, I've been building this fasaud of what the perfect girl would be in my mind. Many people tell me (and I'm sure a lot of you can relate) that, "Your standards are too high" or that, "You want to much" but why can't I have what I really want? Oh yeah, because apparently, she doesn't exist. Nonetheless, my perfect girl would:

1. First and foremost be smart.

If we cannot hold a conversation, I'm automatically not attracted, despite appearance. I want to be able to talk all day about nothing or just a small part of the day about everything. But at the same time, I don't like it when girls are so smart that they can never learn anything new from you. All im tryna do is have good conversation at the dinner after the movie.

2. Have a nice sense of clothing and fashion.

I tell myself that I don't really care so much about fashion anymore, but clearly I'm just lying to myself as always. More importantly than me looking somewhat presentable with my small pants, unpressed clothes and dirty shoes, is my lady- girl always looking great, to me at least. Clothes never have, and never will define a person, but the way they wear them says a lot about their personality. And honestly, I think girls look their best when they're just "PA", "CA" or "DC" chillin, sweats and a hoody. But dressing up is always nice too.

3. Respect the fact that everyone needs their downtime.

In the past, I could have been accused of being very overbearing, but that's only because I wanted everything to work my way, and quickly. But a while ago, I realized that forcing the matter with girls, or anything in life, never gets the job done correctly. Patience is a virtue, and understanding is a skill. Someone who posses both of those characteristics is special.

4. Have a good sense of humor.

If I can't laugh with her, she's probably not the one. This ties in a lot with conversation but, humor is one thing that is key to me. If you know me very well, or very little for that matter, then you know I laugh pretty much all the time at pretty much everything. If you can give me a hearty laugh, then I probably fucks with you.

5. Be badddddddddd, in every sense of the new-aged term.

Nice skin complexion, nice face, nice hair, nice style, nice smile, nice laugh, nice body. Always getting holla'd at by every guy, but sensible to know that it will never amount to anything more besides sex.

There is probably some girl out there like that, but she's probably with some noodly guy, or at least I'll never get her.

You Demanded It

2009-10-17T14:11:00.000-07:00

Paranormal Activity...It was so realistic...It almost seemed unscripted

Kudos go directly Micah Sloat (playing Micah) and Katie Featherston (playing Katie) for keeping the movie refreshingly "real".

“One of the things I wanted to do was create something that people could say defined horror for their generation,” concludes Peli, “the way after ‘Psycho’ people said they would never take another shower; after ‘Jaws’ and ‘Open Water’ that they would never again swim in the ocean; and after ’Blair Witch’ that they would never again go camping in the woods. I figured, well, sleeping at home is something you can’t really avoid. So if I can make people scared of being at home, ‘Paranormal Activity’ might do something.” -Oren Peli (Producer)

I think it was pure genious.

Timberland: Earthkeepers 2.0

2009-10-15T18:32:00.000-07:00

Ever since my friend told me about the 3 K's hidden in the Tree that is the TImberland logo, I made a conscious decision not to wear BUTTERS, no BEEF AND BROCOLI'S, and damn sure no GOTdamn BUTNAKEDS (even though I could never find the third K myself; Could you??). But then I saw this ad about boots with the sole made from scraps of old tires. In my head I'm saying, "Timberland's goin green??"

When I think of Timberland the first thing that comes to mind is....Lumberjack. But okay, Timberland's Goin green, I'm happy.
:D

It's supposedly designed to be taken apart and reused after you're done wearin' it out.

Awesome. Who thought Lumberjacks could recycle. XD

Round Seven/ Eight

2009-10-15T08:54:00.000-07:00

Mondays

American Apparel X American Apparel X APC X Sperry

The Northface X American Apparel X APC X Vans

Tuesdays

Divided X American Apparel X Clarks

No one really wants to know

Wednesdays

Stussy X American Apparel X Jordan

Gap X APC X Vans

Thursdays

Divided X American Apparel X Sperry

American Apparel X American Apparel X American Apparel X Vans

Fridays

American Apparel X American Apparel X Hanes X APC X Vans

American Apparel X Hanes X American Apparel X Vans

ORCL worldwide

2009-10-13T11:03:00.000-07:00

During our Due for Love Charity event (that was a flop to say the least), the ORCL team looked out. Not just because Ralph had given his word but because there was a genuine interest in helping other people. Although I wasn't there I know that we were let down by more than one person who had given their word for that day.

But from what I hear, the ORCL Team came through, put their shit out for sale, stuck around, donated, and helped to make sure that the cause was not completely lost. That is a lot of love from someone(s) who were not obligated to even show up.

Initially I was too embarassed to even speak about the event because I was so dissapointed; my pride aside, it wasn't planned well enough and there weren't enough reliable individuals involved. Still, it was a learning experience for everyone who did show up.

In the future we plan to do another benefit event, but I'd just like the ORCL team to know that what they did was not forgotten, and that it was much appreciated.

Personal connections to the brand aside, they are killing it. The website, photoshoot, blog, and online store is like nothing I could have imagined from an up & coming brand. Frankly if I were another brand I would want to be in collaboration as soon as possible and pay respect where it is due.

Right now ORCL is on a pedestal for a few reasons. Quality product, quality people, and a priority placed in quality period. Take a look around the site and you'll see that not one area has been half-assed. To be perfectly blunt with you, that's brolic as shit.

Helping out local artists & clothing ventures comes second nature for me but I'd like to state clearly that I am not doing this just to help out. I actually believe in the ORCL mission after every impression that they've made. The impression? Not to be confused with ego, or a false sense of importance but, charisma.

Poke around a site, read the blog posts, laugh at the t-shirt descriptions..And you will agree with me, it screams.

Charisma

The happy medium

2009-10-12T22:22:00.000-07:00

After being held in the land of the bamas (DC) for three hours before arriving back in our beautiful city Philadelphia for the weekend, I did three things.

Cut my hair (again)

Dyed my hair (...again)

Not blog.

Since I have no children to feed besides the one resting underneath my epidermis, and above my never region (my stummy, not an actual child), you can look forward to a wonderfully colored spectrum of inconsistency. Maybe two posts in a week, maybe three, maybe one..And if it's really that type of week..

Anyway, a very miniscule and secluded section of my conscious tells me that it would only be right to put in a little bit of effort now.

...An even smaller part of me agrees, but is willing to compromise. The result? Feigned effort in the form of (best of the best) pictures copied from Complex News.

Enjoy.

Lenny Kravitz: Let Love rule

2009-10-07T17:10:00.000-07:00

A cheesy opening to a music video can do wonders for a typical Wednesday night. Do you remember nights with nothing on the agenda but a bowl of popcorn, 80's movies and a blanket (Update: A Snuggie)? Watching the first two minutes of this video makes me feel like I just got finished with one of those nights and am getting ready to head upstairs. The rest of it is more along the lines of "..Wtf happened to killing a dude, and being in love?".

Letting love rule might mean to hang atop movie credits (that you will later destroy) and to let your dry cleaning float in the air.I honestly thought about it for a moment or fifty to see if it made sense. The only thing close to reason I came up with was "Airing your dirty laundry?"

But that doesn't work either, he'd paid for the dry cleaning because it is in the plastic bag...If anyone figures this out, let me know immediately.

Regardless, the video is entertaining and the repetitiveness of the song is not annoying because, we love Lenny over here.

Hey you, yes you.

2009-10-05T19:23:00.000-07:00

I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet mister me too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yep yeah you too
I know, I know, yep yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet mister me too

The benefits of..

2009-10-04T10:21:00.000-07:00

Don't laugh at the title. This is a serious subject.

...Or I am at a loss for topics and have grown tired of writing due to 6 page Composition essays due at midnight.

But don't laugh.

A healthy intimate relationship between two parties can have many benefits, that are not limited to sexual gratification. And because it is a breezy Sunday afternoon with nothing in the air but crisping leaves, the smell of fish fry in the caf, and no classes to be heard of..I will list them for you.

But let us not misinterpret this post as a cry for everyone to buddy up and share their std's with just one partner. Use protection kids.

With that out of the way, I now present to you the benefits that I only rephrased and did not think of by myself. Thank the homies for this one.

The Benefits of having just one sexual partner

You are guaranteed to remember their name in the morning

Actually, the likelihood of you calling them out of their name is very slim, unless you're an idiot.

Don't be an idiot.

They are actually obligated to have sex with you on a consistent basis

The gym won't be necessary, calorie burning will be done in bed.

Spending money on dates? A thing of the past.

Your sleep will not be interrupted by thoughts such as, "That itches..Is that a normal itch? What kind of itch is that? In the morning I'd better..."

You're not wrong for catching feelings.

Wait, wait. Ya niggas cannot (I repeat) CANNOT call you a bitch for catching feelings.

More importantly, you can sing "pillow talk" to them whenever you feel it is appropriate.

"lildartheindiann: its yours"

"lildartheindiann: oh oh one more
lildartheindiann: it wasnt yours at first
lildartheindiann: but now it is!"

Hard To Explain

2009-10-01T16:40:00.000-07:00

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the lack of posting. I would probably hate me by now if I were you. Sadly, school has just been impossible for me lately.

Nice fits Tindal.

The Good
- ORCL website launched Orclworldwide.com, amazing.
- AP US history and Pre-Calc tests were today, so finally I'm no longer stressed about those.
- I'm a peer counselor and I pretty much have all of my friends' younger siblings in my class.
- Supreme Messenger bag came in so I have a great three bookbag rotation from school.
- Jokes with Quran <3.
- Upcoming Kane West concert

The Bad
- Little to no sleep per night.
- I've got everything figured out, but for some reason I can never find what real love is about.
- Driver's Ed isn't fun anymore.
- I don't get my license for another three months.

The Ugly
- My feet.
- Pretty girls who think they're the shit (but are not).

R0ck1n D3m h3at3rzzzzzzz 0n @ c0ld D@y!!!

Thanks, Charlie.

For Sale/Trade: Sz 10 Jawden XI. Text me if you have my number/ email me: Hezekiah615@gmail.com if interested.

APC Fall/Winter 2009

2009-09-28T20:10:00.000-07:00

APC is my (second) go to brand for a reason. Not only do they provide me with denim that I can abuse close to everyday. But they also provide me with items to add to my list of things that I would like to buy but will most likely forget about.

Seriously though folks, invest in some APC denim. I have had my New Cures since December and they have held up (and faded) beautifully with the exception of a minor crotch rip.