I've HAD IT (my way)...


Alright, i can't take it anymore. I am straight up tired of Burger King's ignorant *ss commercials. Really?! Ask Black people before you market to them. What dumb*ss do you have working for you that you thought "Rebel Unit". I mean sure the chicken on dubs was bad, but you learn to let some ignorant mess slide. After a while it's like a neighbors dog that keeps trying to hump your leg. There only so much that you can tolerate. I don't know if it's true but folks say you gotta kick them in the nuts. Well, I REALLY want to kick Burger King in the nuts right now. Like one of those good cock back and then run and drop kick the mess out of 'em deals. Of course this isn't the most ignorant mess on TV but it sure does irk you. Keep watching TV, maybe you'll understand.
Big ups to The Daily Show, Adult Swim and especially Chappelle's Show (slowly slipping in good sense to the fold).

Peace.

Get Lifted... (Short Version)

Saw De La Soul, Common & John Legend in concert. It was great. Basically me, Zach Raynor, and Major Johnson (two singers I know) went. So you know we were just singing all night long and having a great time. Rahzel kicked it off holding it down. Then De La Soul got the hands in the air. Common put on a great show, even breakdancing (windmills and everything). Then John Legend killed it (more or less) just sanging all your favorite tunes from the album and a few other amenities like the Selfish (remix). Then we went to the after party because another singer we know (Lee Wilson) was performing. And then we just hung out cracking jokes and chilling with some folks, it was a blast. I love musicians and people who love music. Also, i really like concerts... and earplugs.
May earplugs reign.

Peace.

Test this out...


So the Mrs and I are walking back from Harvard and this guy is just standing on the sidewalk doing the superman hands on his hips stance peering down the sidewalk in our direction. We look at each other like, "What the...." Just as we get about arm's length away, another man comes running up and superman bends down pressing on his shoes and asks him how they fit. Turns out he is standing outside of a sportswear shop.

We are relieved, cus superman is not crazy. We are very glad that he has work. However, when did people start taking shoes for test drives (test runs)?! Really?! The world gets more odd. Just gets much more odd.

Peace.

Him & Her


The other day my girl, my friend, and I went out to eat. We are there going through conversation when this couple walks in. The woman caught my attention cus from periphial vision she was fine. But in the two seconds of a glance you get when you have a girlfriend I noticed something. I took another glance, but the friend saw me so i just tell them straight up. "I think that woman is a man."

Of course this halts all conversation, you can't just let that mess slide by the wayside. So they both break they necks looking. But they can only see her ... him... him/her from the back. So we engage in speculation and excuses.

They get a few more brief stares in and after a while they agree that she's:

Wearing a wig
Cain't walk in heels to save her life
Has an odd lack of curves
Has a strong jawline

By the time the couple left the girls had convinced themselves that him/her was not "all woman". I don't think any is wrong, it just caught my attention. Honestly, i think it's cute that they found each other. Unless he doesn't know. Then he's in for the SERIOUS surprise. Maybe he thinks she's fine and that's why folks are staring. You never know, but i know that i would love to see that moment of truth.

Dat's it.
Peace.

Decision Makers...

So apparently NASA had to call off a launch recently because a portion of the ship that manages fuel consumption was damaged. The chance of fatality in the mission was just shy of certain. From there NASA deliberated 5mins then decided to call off the launch. My thing is...

...what about 'certain death' takes 5 minutes to scrap.

______________________________
Nasa Launch Staff (Harry): Well it looks like we have a problem. There's about a 50% chance the shuttle will expunge it's fuel and drop back to the earth.

Nasa Staff (Norman): "Hmmm..."

(Harry): "Geez. 50%. Should we send them or not, there's got to be a way to decide this. Screw it. Anybody got a quarter, we'll flip for it... Anybody..."

(Norman): "Wake up people... quarter... got one?"

(Harry): "You seriously going to tell me no one has a quarter. Oh my ... who are you people?! Screw it, let's do ODDs and EVENs. Alright, call it. Odds or even?"

(Norman): "Ummm... evens."

(Harry): "OK."

:: They shake and throw out the fingers. ::

(Harry): "Norm, that's three fing... You've never played ODDs and EVENs have you?! Great! You're a freaking rocket scientist... You know what?! Screw it!! NO LAUNCH!"
______________________________

Yep...
...
...
... rocket scientists.

That has to be the most pimp thing you can say... "Yeah, I'm a rocket scientist."

Peace.

Hi,

I am simply writing to say hello. It has been a while. I'm in the midst of doing things for the business so i have little to no time for things that are not that. It is essentially killing the relationships i have with people outside of the business. Not only with time, but it has become apparent that i'm so detached from the rest of life that I am seemingly left speechless in non-business related topics. Besides certain things that come on 'The Daily Show' and 'Adult Swim'. Case in point this blog... oh well. There will be a trade-off; some means of balance. :-)


Peace.

Writing material...


It's so funny, i have SO much I can write about right now, but i can't write about ANY of it right now. Keep coming back, cus there will be a time i can just go "there was this one time...." and just go off. Provided i don't bust my situation at that time... but still. Wow, i am essentially overflowing with everything i can't say. But i will summise it with... life is a trip.

Peace...

Too busy to write...


Well, write more than this. Most of my time goes to the company. Check it out.
Precize Productions

We're actually really nice, we just need to reach people in the music industry. Soon enough though.

Peace.

The MOS DEF-initely...

I don't know if i've logged this, but northeast mosquitos are insanely tiny yet just as annoying. This problem is only compounded by the lack of A/C up north, thus we got to put the windows up to stay cool. (Minor help staying cool, but hey, cooler is cooler.) Point is it is easily believable that they pass through the screens. This leads to that sucky paranoia where you think you are being bitten by mosquitos more than you actually are. In fact your never definitely sure that they are even in the room. Can you understand why I hate them so much? They drive you crazy. The ONLY creatures i go out of my way to kill. I actually enjoy their demise. Death to all mosquitos!! Insecticide! (This blog has no real point other than to place a new post between the last and the next one.)

Peace.

You suck at life...


When you have to argue that you are NOT dead... you suck at life.
President Mugabe of Zimbabwe denies that he died last week. You can't write this stuff.
President Mugabe: I am not dead!

Peace.

Who lines up ducks anyway...

I'm writing songs. Commercial R&B songs. It's actually hard, I can't get deep, cus I'll lose people or have folks saying "What's that mean?" but I can't get too light or else I'll sound like everybody else and/or corny. Though they are almost one and the same. Darn the masses, if they wanted more we could give them more, but more fails miserably and leaves people unemployed.
Dah well, K.I.S.S. is the phrase.
In a hot room steady writing songs with my days.
Getting thangs in line for the next movement.
What do you do?

Peace.

Jane Doe...

So a friend of mine recently started a blog and in it she mentioned her views on platonic relationships. Her view is that they are completely possible, whereas I view them as rare. She mentioned this and I believe it to be true, in most cases one party has unreturned attraction to the other. Instead of courting the person however they settle for friendship. I think the only cases where this doesn't happen is between homosexual males and women; which it may still happen in one of those "If he wasn't gay..." type of deals. See the thing is... people usually hang with folks that are around the same attractiveness as they are, were we to quantify attractiveness that is, give it a number and such. In fact, lets say i'm a 7 (out of 10)... then most of my close friends are probably 6,7,8s. This is the norm. Some folks have the friend that's a 3 or so, but you know how those things work out. At some point they've probably worked out the issues of "You pretty, I'm ugly... blah blah blah" until both are secure in who they are. However there are studies that conclude to what I said before. (Go find them.) The point is... if you are around someone long enough that you have no reason not to find attractive (meaning you very well should) then eventually the thought will cross your mind (probably multiple times). The way it works is that one or both of you is in a relationship already or some other hindering circumstance. Or (like alot of people) you believe that intimacy changes the friendship or something like that so you never let anything occur from fear of losing the friendship (that's a norm - hence the cliché: "I don't want to ruin our friendship"). Which is quite useful if your not the type of person who has those types of interpersonal fences, cus it's a good way to let someone down easy.
Now for those people who have a more liberal view on interpersonal relationships, sh*ts just not that crucial. As well, alot of would-be drama is saved due to that view; except when involved with non-liberals. (Liberal in this sense having nothing to do with politcal stance, more so the degree of nonchalance with which you cross the norms of relationships...be they friendly or romance.) So for these liberal people it's you and your friend and you both are nonchalant so mess never gets awkward cus there's no reason for it to be so why not explore? That's the thing that I wish more people could understand. Life is only as awkward as you accept it to be. In many cases you could brush mess off as 'not that crucial'. You're attractive, you're friends attractive, and the only thing stopping you is that you think thing will be awkward... that's BS. But that's how people operate, while the rest of us live happy freaky lives.
People rarely do the things that make the most sense. They really should. What would Plato do? The real platonic relationship is between those who very well could be intimate together but just choose not to; not for any reason but simply that they never feel like it. When they do they do, when they don't they don't. I would be interested in meeting those who have this mentality. I feel like we would be very cool. Dah well.
Peace.

Different Area Codes...

So... it is official. I have been to NYC.

I have walked the streets (a bit) and ridden the subway.

Looked out the 30th floor window of the place I stayed everyday to the Brooklyn bridge (we just south of the lower east side of Manhattan; which seems near the west side of the island, but nevermind that).

Good ole Cliff St. It was fun.


Also I discovered the addictive substance that is Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. The whole game really is one big racial slur that you just can't get that mad at cus yeah... there were/are people like that. So... dah well. Fun game though. Plus it's rare that the protagonist of anything is Black, so... yay!
Alright, me go now, they have digital cable at the place i'm staying. That means a WHOLE BUNCH of channels.
Peace.

Gala...

We (me and the Mrs.) just returned from the senior Gala. I got to where a Tux. I looked damn sexy. The Mrs. had this little black number (which I picked out.) Compliments all night. I like being sexy. Vanity is good in small doses. It's like crack. A little crack never hurt anyone. (The former statement is completely untrue, lol. Wow.)

-Peace

Redefining Hip Hop

We came we saw, we broke the muhphukin' stage! Melodesiac is the new new. God bless.
Check out the website.

-Peace

Come see my band...



Hip-Hop Anonymous
Sunday, May 15, 2005
21+ $7
Harpers Ferry
156 Brighton Ave.
Allston, MA
Peace.

Bilal Concert...

Coming soon...

The Translator...

The morning of my birthday, I walked from the southeast end of campus to the northeast end to start work on a final project. I get to the comp sci building and realize that I can't get in because I gave a friend my ID. So i call them and ask them if i can come pick it up from their place (the southwest side of campus). It's agreed. I start walking over to her spot. At the top of the hill, I see a gentlemen coming down a side street to my right, and this lady emerges from the building to my left looking for attention as if she is supposed to meet him. "Sir" she exclaims, "Sir! Can you help me?" I look to my right at the gentleman before I realize that she is addressing me. She's frazzled and hurried. It's currently 9:52AM = She explains that she is looking for the American Translators Association certification exam. So I let her know that I honestly had no idea what she was talking about but would see if I could help her. I'm from Texas, we have an inherent hospitality.
9:53AM = We check the largest room in the building she came from (she hadn't checked there yet).
9:54AM = I called my homegirl who was going to open the Campus Center at 10AM to see if she possible was there a bit early and could let us in, "No, but i'll be there in two minutes." she said. So we head down to the Campus Center to meet her.
9:54AM = I call Tufts University Police Department (TUPD) to ask if they know about any exams on campus since they are supposed to be given a list of all room reservations. They tell me they don't know anything about it.
9:56AM = At the Campus Center we wait for about 2 minutes and then the lady (obvioiusly getting more and more frantic) so she suggests that we go to the Dining Hall where she originally got the information to go to the wrong building. So we go there.
9:58AM = The lady talks with some manager in the back who resolves to call TUPD just as I had, this time he puts the french lady on the phone. She askes and they quickly respond.
10:01AM = The lady wants to run to Cabot to catch the start of the exam. She can't run nearly as well as I can, so i feel bad cus I don't want to burn off, but I don't want to just be lightly jogging along side her like I don't take her problem seriously. So i suggest that I will run ahead and find the room its in then come get her. Agreed.
10:04AM = Found the room, go back get her, she goes in talks to the test administrator and explains her situation. Everything is good, and I go off on my business.

I'm nice.
Peace.

I am: 1% Republican.

"You're a complete liberal, utterly without a trace of Republicanism. Your strength is as the strength of ten because your heart is pure. (You hope.)"

Are You A Republican?

I actually don't think the questions were liberal enough.
Oh well. Not surprising.

Nassa

The Real History Channel.
The Old Negro Space Program


Um, I'm wrapping up finals, so take this and love it.
Peace.