"Toot Toot go down the hole..."


So a couple of mornings ago I wake up before everyone, BS on my computer for a bit then go potty. As usual the toilet handle is unresponsive to ur usual gentle twist. THough I never touch a toilet handle with more than one or two fingers, cus you don't know who does what and such. So... yeah... usually all it takes is a gentle push past a certain point and voila. Today, not so much. In fact, not at all.
You can hear the start of what would be the flush but the handle has turned all that it can turn. So I lift the lid and just raise the lever that pushing the handle usually raises, and of course the toilet flushes and I go on my way. Now part of me hoped that those who followed me would do as I did, but this was not to be. I heard another get up and use the restroom. they seemed to have a bit more difficulty than I did. Then I went to sleep. When I awoke I heard others fumble with the bathroom. Yet eventually they all seemed to emerge victorious in their experience.
I came to find out that unlike me, someone used a bit of excessive force in their attempt to expel their excriment. Now the same lever that was so securely attached before was now in the murky depth of the plumbing water. One of the house guest had fashioned a hook from a wire hanger. I hereby introduce our new handle. Being the least bothered by it, i passively wait for the next outing to go purchase a new handle. I already know that I will be the one who has to fix it. I just wish I could have therefore been the one to have broken it. Though i never want to claim poverty because I don't intend to stay in a poor state of mind, I can easily understand the "Broke Phi Broke" skits on Late Registration (Kanye's sophomore album).
WE FLUSH OUR TOILET WITH A HANGAR!!! LOL, mayn that's ghetto!! I'ma put this in a song somehow.

Peace.

Gotta hand it to them...


I like to thank Uchenna once again for this clip of this administration getting their *ss handed to them. This could only be trumped were the commentator to have a sidekick that said "Yeah!!" Or a amalgamed group of spectators who offered one united "oooooooo"!! Here:

MSNBC: News Commentary

The funny thing is ... this is one of the more conservative channels.
Tsk Tsk Tsk...
"Mayn... Bush is fucking up!" ~ Dave Chappelle

Peace.

The Damn Truth


This here is for everyone who has ever been asked "What are you going to do when you graduate?" Big ups to the inmates at T-Block.
The Damn Truth Manifesto

Peace.

Follical follies

So... tonight I have crossed another milestone of life. Having purchased the necessary equipment earlier today, tonight I cut my own hair. It was past due. One day I may grow my hair out, but my hair is like a girlfriend that I don't exactly work well with. At first, it's great, then not so much. I start to ignore the problem, and keep busy. Then i start to look for ways out. In this case, I was stuck. My boy that usually cuts my hair is not coming back to MA. And all my other dome chopping chums are MIA. Thus I was left to me. I don't trust other people cutting my head anyway, unless it's for near nothing. My favorite moment was when i essntially had a mohawk. Neverthe less I am cute now. As well, I cleaned up the evidence quite well, so it would be hard to tell where I cut my hair. I'm very sneaky. Anyway, you should see me so you could marvel at my one-handed, tiny-mirror-using, hair-cutting skills. Not like i'm a total novice, I've cut another person's hair... multiple times. Me do good. Me look pretty one day.

Peace.

SOS


Can I tell you that I love my people? We just keep on going. No help from anybody, ever. We get sh*tted on and keep on moving up. We are destined for greatness.
My favorite member right now is Kanye West. I've always liked him; especially the more others dislike him cus I think he is more real than most of the cats you see. Even the mere fact that he takes time to point out his own hypocrisy is distinctly noble to me. Aside from that I'm even more pleased with his recent stance on the current situation. Mainly because he has a STANCE meaning he hath taken a STAND. I like it when folks are like "f*ck my endorsements, this sh*t is foul!" People are rich enough already, why should those in power hold back? They should be the first ones calling for change. Especially since so many of the rest of us follow them. Keep an eye on Diddy, I would not be surprised if he runs for political office in the future.
In the meantime visit the BET Saving Our Selves site. If you can't give anything monetary, at least send up a prayer.

Mos Def - Umi Says
Peace.

(AI) Artificial Intelligence...

THE IDEA
On monday, my boy Zach Raynor(www.zachraynor.com) suggests that we try out for American Idol. We as in 'he won't do it unless I do it with him', so i'm like "sure" and then we reason it out. We play catch with phrases like "what have we got to lose" and other excuses to let our inner superstars out for a minute.
We tell Alejandro our excuses and eventually win him over. We figure we will at least make it to Hollywood, but we figure this year they are looking for a Justin Timberlake so they would probably arrange a way for us to be ousted before challanging him. If they asked why we were competing, we (Zach and I) would say that we wanted to sing against the other in the finals.

THE LINE
Tuesday morning we wake up at 3:30AM. We pick Zach up by 4:30AM and then head to Gilette stadium. We are there and in line by 6AM. LONG line, but strangely less people than we figured would be there. I mean it's a good thing, but still somewhat sad. At least this means we have a better chance of getting in. We really aren't worried about the first round, more so it's the second round when they REALLY decide who they want to put on TV, and then after that it's mostly fluff.
7AM and we've moved about 20ft in this rediculously long line at this pace we expect to be at the front by 5PM. By now we've started making acquaintances in line cus Zach is a superstar so he draws attention and I'm a gent so I smile and acknowledge people who make I contact with me. So we move a couple more feet in line, but we are much better at manuevering in the line so when we move we just fill all the gaps and wind up 15ft past the people were next to each time. So then we make new acquaintances while we just entertain ourselves. Through unseen portions of the line ahead of us you hear cheers and such, most likely for the news crews that are around. We aren't concerned with them. Instead a new concern arrises; i feel a drop or three.
8AM... It's pouring, like seriously pouring. I squat down and use people as my umbrella, but then my leg starts hurting from what i believe now is a pulled quad (thigh muscle) from moving my girlfriends stuff from the 2nd floor apartment to the 3rd floor dorm room. I'm not the type to take a break cus i just want it done, so yeah...I think in my 'work through the pain' mode i worked into a pulled quad.
11AM... We're finally nearing the front of the line. By now we've made acquaintances that we pull with us whenever we manuever through the line. It is still raining rediculously hard, as in it did not pass rather the cloud brought all of its homies to piss on us too. After a couple of hours of managing to duck under strangers' umbrellas while the umbrellas next to them poured the water in 8 directions away from their holder directly onto us, Zach acquired a HUGE umbrella from someone in line. This woman was seriously just holding this huge umbrella while standing under a smaller umbrella of her friend. People never make the most sense, so rather than pointing this out Zach asked for the big umbrella and then we all moved up under the guise of not wanting to be more drenched than we were.

THE OLD LADY
So about 30mins later we were at the front of the line. After hours of getting drenched and longfully wanting to be at the front of the line so we could go through the bag check then stand under the covered entrance to the stadium, it stops raining as we get to the front; like a final diss. Now it's like "Go under the cover for what? ... We caught it all the hours of rain."
Now we are behind maybe 5 people and infront of everyone else. The next group to be let through will be about 25 people. Now about 3 people back from Zach is this woman who calls forward to her daughter and the daughter's grandmother. Something about bringing her purse back. The grandmother is like 'just move up in the line'. The mother is like 'there are too many people just send it back'. The grandmother is like 'hold on I will bring it to you'. Now everyone else in the line is looking at them like are you really going to push past all the people to hand a purse over. Before I could suggest anything the woman asks Zach and Alejandro if he could push aside as well as the tightly packed people behind him. Zach replies exactly as I'm thinking he politely says 'Ma'am if you wait for like 2 mins the line-attendant will move all of us into the open area infront of the bag check and you get do what you need to then.' The old lady is like that 'doesn't make any sense' and proceeds to start to push past Zach and Alejandro. Now you can hear the politeness starting to fade in his voice as he again says "Ma'am if you just wait 2 mins we can all move out your way but right now it's packed too tight." The grandmother doesn't listen and instead pulls the mother past everyone else for what was clearly a cut in line, cus noone passed any purse. So the old lady says something about us being rude to mother and daughter. Now we don't say anything about how unlikely it is that her child is going to be the next American Idol (i'm not saying she was ugly, but ....well... if she was the last woman on earth, it would take me a few weeks to warm up to her looks), instead Zach just asks me if that was completely pointless which means talking over the rather short grandmother. I, as well as everyone around me, smiles holding back a laugh of agreement. The grandmother looks up at Zach and says "young man you need to start acting more like an idol"... I shake may head. Zach is the WRONG person to come at like that. He already has an easily flared attitude and the past few hours of tight line, umbrella showers and "northern hospitality" (an oxymoron) have not fostered his best mood. Only the frequent little bit of singing we have done has soothed this savage beast. So Zach looks at the old lady with the famed black neck roll and "I'm sorry, and how should an idol act?" The lady trying to get smart says "You're here triyng out, you tell me..." Not missing a beat Zach (who was educated at about the most-respected institution in the nation) replies "Oh no no, see you obviously no how an idol is supposed to act because you told me I should act like one, so PLEASE educate me cus apparently I don't know!" The grandmothers stumble for a comeback is quelled by the mother and daughter who say "Grandmother don't waste your time, there is no use talking to him." Zach looks at me shaking my head and the other people trying hard not to laugh at the old lady, and says "I'm not starting, anything she feels a need to talk to me." We spectators smile and nod while trying not to laugh at the old woman still trying to muster an impossibly smarter comeback. Check and mate. The line-attendant waves us on into the bag check, which I and Alejandro pass through quickly cus we had no bags. Zach soon joins us in line. Shortly after we are ushered into the the entrance and pick up audition rules, the coveted wristband of admittance and a ticket.
We go find our seat according to our tickets in time to hear the latter half of an assistant producer telling us basically what was on the rules sheets we just picked up as well as answering crowd questions, etc. Among the interesting information is finding out that we were in the first three sections. Then we head back to the car just before noon.

WEDNESDAY (AUDITION DAY)
So we do the early morning thing all over again and get there about 6:30AM. Only this time we get to go straight to our seats. As an extra little burn we notice that they are still admitting people today. No line or anything, just walk in and get ur wristband, rules, and ticket. It's ok though, we're still among the first three sections. Zach had tried out two years ago and heard the words that haunted him until this year, "Individuals like you make this hard to say, but we have already picked the people we want in this year." Then the producer looked to his constituents and agreed. So this year that won't be the problem. However we are still concerned that they are looking for a white male singer, since there has yet to be a white male winner.
In the meantime, we are joking around and singing. Most of the people our age are from Berkelee College of music. We chill at our seats cracking jokes from "Meet The Browns" (a Tyler Perry play - think Black families and Black baptist churches). The two young ladies in front of us joins in and we all are laughing and having a good time. Zach takes trips to the bathroom from time to time and really lets out there, apparently his vocals impressed some folks whose raised eyebrows and nods signify their respect he tells us. It starts raining again so we head up to the concessions area, but most of the stands are closed so it's just a place to chill from the rain. We practice a bit but mostly rest our voices. I practiced the day before so I'm cool, a little nervous but confident. We sit in some random chairs and watch the area fill more as the rain heavies. There really isn't anyone that worries us. It's more sad than inspiring. I'm sure there are people we hadn't seen yet, but still... You had your Aguilera/Mariah wannabes who made sure to have one hand up signifying their attempt at vocal runs/trills. Then rest were some sort of Carrie Underwood blend in all shapes and sizes. No Tamyra Grays or Fonzells really, again more sad than relieving. I would say the guys looked better than the girls, but I didn't hear anyone really.
Eventually our section gets up, we watch as a guy we know goes up. He's there for a long time, but eventually walks to the left. Zach says the guy can REALLY sing, so it's surprising to see him go left. However, the guy is as big as Ruben Studdard, but also like 6'5". Eventually we are up, and rather being split up among the 12 booths of producers, Zach and I are together at the first booth with what seems to be the BOSS. She is a middle-aged woman with a leathery Hollywood tan. Who has a fake smile planted on her face. She watches the people before us and tells them "Thank you but your voices aren't at the level we are looking for Season 5." We are up... the girl next to Zach sings her 30 seconds. She seems shy and stares at the tent ceiling the whole time. Her voice seems to barely reach the 5feet to the producer and PA. Then it's Zach turns, and he smiles and breaks into his 30 seconds a powerful ballad which he entertainingly delivers. Then it's my turn and I laughingly smile then break into Luther Vandross - Superstar... I did it well; about as good as Ruben and well enough to advance. Then the girl after me went she was alright, better than the first girl. "Thank you but your voices aren't at the level we are looking for Season 5", which is apparently the "bye"-line.

THE REST
As we were leaving, Zach let me know that she was the same woman he had when he tried out two years ago for the first round (he made it to the second round where he heard the "sorry") and that he performed better this time than he did then. So tune in this year and watch with us to see who made it from Boston as well as who they will "guide" the audience into choosing as this year's winner.

Superstar! Peace!

Revere...

I have the feeling that my blog will continually be less and less interesting and less and less used. More so cus my days will become more and more business oriented, and I am not really trying to put business things in my blog, cus where is the fun in that. When i'm done w/ business for the day the last thing i want to do is recap the day. Nope. So...consider this a disclaimer. I will let you know of anything that I can, but don't expect that to come too frequently.

Peace.

My bad...


Hey, i am really sorry. I've been busy. In my absence I built or had a hand in building this (and anything connected to this) site: Vetto Casado
In a couple of hours I shall be moving into my new place in Revere, MA. I am excited. Well, about as excited as I get over things. Yep.
That's it for now.

Peace.

Bansky slaps the wall...

People rarely do the things that make the most sense. For instance, why is the most outspoken person against the absurdity of the Israeli/Palestinian dispute not speaking at all? If you don't get what i'm really saying, nevermind.

West Bank Barrier art...

Peace (for real).

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.