Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Golden Age

Crazy symbolism in this.

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there's a Golden Age
Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round

Like I said "Love's Light is Laughter"
Like the sun spitting happiness into the hereafter
Oh here it comes like a natural disaster
Ah blowing up like a ghetto blaster

All light beings
Come on now make haste
Clap your hands
If you think you're in the right place
Thunder all surrounding
Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding
Palm to the palm you can feel it pounding

Monday, January 26, 2009

Mr. Charming


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Click the link to download This Charming Mixtape

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Dear Obama

Thanks and Have Fun Running the Country: A Collection of Kids’ Letters to President Obama, written by the kids at 826 Valencia Writing and Tutorial Center

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Dear President Obama,

I am small, quiet, smart. I love to swim and play basketball. My mom and dad are from the Dominican Republic. I am going to the Dominican Republic next year. I think you should try to change the world by building shelters for the people who live in the streets. It’s the beginning of January, and it’s cold. Good luck being the president.
— Pamela Mejia, age 11, Boston

Dear Pres. Obama,

Good job on winning. I heard about Area 51. I wanted to ask you if there are any U.F.O.’s there. I think that you should tell people in public the truth about Area 51. You would just maybe say, “That we will take care of it.” And do it.
— Edwin Jara, age 9, New York
kids say the darndest things

Friday, January 23, 2009

India: Revisited

So I haven't really put up too many photos from Kerala. Especially ones of me. Don't know why. Maybe I'm just now able to process it. So here ya go!

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The first picture I took in the Amritapuri Ashram. All the windows were barred up. I stayed in this room for only a few hours before they moved me to a temporary dorm with the most amazing view! It was so high that the elevator couldn't reach it. I had to walk to the other side of the building and STILL climb three more flights to get there. Imagine doing that 4 times a day, wearing a saari, in the hot ass sun.
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I often wore the traditional clothes. Especially in the ashram, I wore all white, kum kum, the whole nine. Kum Kum is a powder of chalky stick you mix with water and apply to the head. They also call it bindi.
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We were asked to volunteer a majority of our time to the ashram, BUT, for many different reasons, most of which were not my fault, I did not have a daily 'seva'. Instead, I spent most of my time here! This balcony had the most breath taking view of the ocean and the backwaters. Every morning at 4am the villagers would start playing music. The breeze was wonderful, the sky was so clear, and I did a lot of thinking right in that spot. This is a shot of the bridge, boats, and backwaters of Valical, the small village across the way.
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When my roommate left for Germany and I came to the realization that I couldn't stand one more day in that ashram, I packed my shit, called a cab, and was out! I was terrified about leaving but I knew I had no choice. Sometimes, when you gotta go, no matter where it is, you just gotta go. The ride took 4 hours and we got lost once we hit the town I wanted to stay in. Some how we crossed a picket line and almost got into it between the soldiers and the protesters. But I made it. And I knew once I was there, I was where I was suppose to be. Marble balcony, wide airy rooms, jungle right outside my door. Perfect. Except, the monkeys were thugs!

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I met some really great people while in Kumily. There were a few families I got to know in particular. The kids were so much fun and the women were so great to me. All in all, the best part of the trip.


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When I left Kumily for good, I hopped in a cab with Baba and went to Fort Cochin. I met more peeps and explored the town, but I couldn't wait to go home. Well...it was a bitter sweet feeling really. After traveling for that long on your own you get really use to the silence, the moving, the temporary time that seemed to never end. I could picture going to another town but home was a hard thing to grasp. Yet all things have their time and place, and everything is truly everything!

Random Nights

Sutra was our second stop of that night. The first party...not my cup of tea. But after it, I just needed to get tipsy and be around my folk. Baby Fava was DJin so Jenn and I came tru! Bumped in to Bola, Dorjan & my favorite dancehall queen Kaylin!

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The Girls @ Suzie Wong's
My Samurai Senorita back from Dubai.
Inauguration night and some guest appearances. It was crazy crowded, the chickens were cluckin' but we had a good time!
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Happy Birthday T!

A century later, and look what you've made possible. You live on through us.
Theresa

Thursday, January 22, 2009

A Map For Saturday

This Bordaineque documentary follows the journeys of an American kid who leaves home to travel around the world. Doors open, doors close, but the pace is ever constant. The true essence of solo trips and long time travels is hard to capture but the film does a great job of bottling the highs, low, goodbyes, and hellos. A nice reminder of times forgotten, only a small group of young adults can truly understand. Here's to wishing the group gets a little bit bigger!

visit A Map For Saturdays for more info.                                                                                   Explore

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

In Light of It All

Nothing is set in stone. It is impossible to KNOW, ANYTHING, FOR CERTAIN. In fact, to cling onto 'knowing' is to limit one's self. 'God' does not exist in limitation. And we would drive ourselves crazy attempting to be all knowing like The Almighty. I ride where the people go. I donot bend to their wishes but I value their concerns.

We have all learned much from this past year's political events. I can say that I have learned a lot about myself. Politics can bring out the best and worst in people because at the roots of the matter we all are passionate about our values and our dreams. I had a dream. But after this past weekend I have realized that underneath that dream was fear. I'm not talking about Obama. I am talking about myself and the obstacles I was too proud to acknowledge. These obstacles are not what ordinary people would consider huge, but for me, they are as big as any. They aren't about saving a nation, helping a world, being a queen, or riding on a high horse. They are about family, focus, and personal respect. I have realized that to truly be a goddess is to take care of the most basic of things, not for the world, but for one's self. Because we deserve it and because that is the duty we have to ourselves. Simple, cut and dry. I am laying down my childish ways because I am no longer a child. And as an adult we do not have the luxury to run away from our responsibilities. We owe it to the others around us to contribute to the collective with positive words, constructive comments, and at times, no comment at all. We as adults understand that giving over our hopes, dreams, and responsibilities to one man or a group of men is negligent and disrespectful; not only to ourselves but to the greater good. We would only be doing a disservice to the person, people, and principles we hold so high. 

I stand now, happily in the middle. On one hand there is a mass of smiling folk, joyous, and ready for the renewal of an empire. On the other hand I see a quiet and scattered lot who reach for the ways of a forgotten time and who want freedom in all its multi-dimensional glory. I reach too. And I feel sad about the many who label those particular ideas as counter productive because both are right. We all want the same thing. We simply desire to go about it differently. The Black Diaspora is indeed diverse. Our cultures come in every shade and hue. Our ideas and solutions are as varied today as they were before, during, and post-slavery. The time to break free from that slave mind has always been now, in order that we see life's happenings as symbols to learn from instead of ditches to fall in. Yes,  I have uttered many negative words toward the ulterior motives and reasons behind our president's rise to office. And I stand firmly in questioning the funders, backers, and invisible hands that play chess with our lives. But I can see now that a self-righteous attitude won't help the people and it damn sure doesn't help me. To the core I love the people and have looked upon them as the inspiration for much of my personal growth. Looking now, on the millions cheering together I see where their dreams lie and what they still hold to be true. What they need to see and believe in, in order to make leaps toward freeing themselves from mental bondage. High Science is not a common reference point for most. They are not Moors, Nuwabians, or Panthers. They are folks who need this and have galvanized these events to come to pass. They have spoken...so we must listen. But as adults, we still have a responsibility to ourselves to walk, not blindly into the future, but level headed, and committed to overcoming obstacles big or small, while assisting the ones who cannot. The days of screaming conscious ideology to the masses is over. 
Feel is the new Know  
Now, back to One.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Francis Farewell Starlight

My new musical obsession! I talk about it everywhere I go. Ladies and Gents...my life will never be the same! lol
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And check the new interview with Mr. Starlight Man in Paper Magazine. Also check the guys' blog and download the EP! A Modern Promise, is great but the live music is even better.

Greg Enemy!

Came across this guy on Twitter, checked his site, downloaded his EP, and LOVED IT!
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You can expect to hear the Outkast influence in GE's flow, however it doesn't take away from the skill level and content. Us East Coast artists are often ignorant to mid-west style, or rather, the fusion of many styles that is a signature of the often overlooked region. And even though he doesn't hail from our movement's beautiful borough, Greg Enemy fits right in with the rest of us. All in all it's just good ol' fashion lyricism! I recommend my favorite track, for which the EP is titled.
For more on Greg Enemy visit his site GregEnemy

Sunday, January 11, 2009

I Can't Believe My Ears!

Just got put on to these guys and I'm tellin you...they ain't nothin to fuck wit. From the performance to the visual aesthetic, these guys are on point. God, this is why I do music!
Francis And The Lights: A Modern Promise



Out of control!

Life Lessons

Lesson #5

If you're psychologically unstable...Don't do drugs. Substances don't tame the crazy, they inflame the crazy. If you wanna feel a rush do some public speaking. And if you're trying to feed your head, exercise it first.

Friday, January 9, 2009

They Put A White Man In My Head

But I put a whole bunch of hood niggas in there, so he got scared away.

A Paul Mooney clip a day...

I &hearts Jay Elect.



Untitled from Jay Electronica on Vimeo.
If you don't know...you're lost! He's my president Elect!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Curated by Mega: ColdSweat

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DJ DirtyJeenius
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O.J.
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DJ Dances With White Girls

Oakland Killing

When I saw footage of this young man being shot I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Oscar Grant III, a 22 year old from Oakland, was being held by police at the BART station with friends. The situation and the young people being held seemed calm but one cop drew his gun and shot Grant in the back. Footage was taken by many on lookers recording the inscedent with their phones and cameras.

The youth of Oakland gathered to protest on New Year's Day and things got heated. Police sprayed tear gas, assaulted protesters, and arrested citizens.

In spite of the violence, the kids out there did a great job in getting the word out, mobilizing, and using whatever means they could to document. In my opinion, the unrest was not primarily due to racial tension, it was more about the youth of the city displaying their anger with police brutality.

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Fuckin hilarious...Jah Jah, you've done it again.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Life Just Ain't The Same

Wrote a alil sum, for the first time in two months...
Got a sad face on. Don't feel the same when I'm not in the groove. In fact, it feels alot like that scene from Mo' Betta' Blues when Bleek's lips are all fucked up so he can't play his trumpet. He just lays there for months, lookin like Howard Hughes, butt-naked and locked in his film room. Okay...It's NO WHERE NEAR that bugged but truth be told I've got the blues. Folks ask me, "well why can't you just do something yourself?". WELL, because the MC needs the beat. I mean, I could write a'capella till my fingers whittle down to nubs and it still wouldn't be enough. To make a complete song; to truly create a piece of music, a writer needs...well...music.

Makes me wanna get Fruity Loops and start playin around with it. Matter of fact...that's just what I'll do! 

Monday, January 5, 2009

Diva

For all my 'too cool for school' kids who don't wanna admit they sing Single Ladies to the top of their lungs when no one's around! It's different for Ol' Bey Once, but I think it was pulled off beautifully. Choreography; fierce. Fashion; double-fierce. Dare I say, its edginess deserves an 'avant garde' stamp of approval?! But she's so main stream...I'll reserve my Art Nouveau label for artists a bit more indie. But it's still good all the same.


Life Lessons

Lesson #4

Before getting drunk with friends, please, remind yourself that they are your friends. Because when you're intoxicated, perhaps you'll be too belligerent to remember, trust, or even recognize friend from foe! You might fuck around and fight a friend, tryna keep you out a fight. So either meditate on their faces, get their voices down pat, or know your limit!

(inspired by a wild night with The Girls. We were all barkin' on eachother for no reason...good times)

Death Proof

The first part is okay...but the Quentin Tarantino film, released in 2007, really gets good with these ladies! From the scene with the clerk pushing an advanced copy of Vogue, girl talk in the car, and the diner, to Zoe playing Ship's Mast, almost dying from the car chase with Kurt Russell, and the trio getting revenge, this film will forever be a classic!
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"...Fuck me, swingin' balls, out!"

"I'm sorry I called you Black Bitch!"
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A girl after my own heart, ha!

Cold Sweat

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Curated by Mega! @Happy Ending

Sunday, January 4, 2009

To Be A Girl In This World...In This Time

I wonder what kind of woman I would have been if I wasn't constantly reminded that I was "a girl" as a kid...makes you feel vulnerable, makes you close up, roughin' up, become confused. I am a person. A woman. A complete being. I deserve to feel free to be.

Throwing off my chains. Sexy time has now commenced!

The Best To Ever Do It

She's been in Italian, UK, French, Brazilian, Chinese, American, German, Greek, Japanese, & Spanish Vogue (and I'm probably missing a few other countries)
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Plus she's a beast on the runway! Now if only she stopped hittin' people...she's be superwoman!

Summer Fun: Portraits

Found these shots from the summer and I thought I'd throw 'em up. I miss the heat!!!
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