I just found out that the oldest community of freed African slaves in the U. S. is right here on Staten Island.
I would say that I wish I'd known sooner, but I know now.
(and knowing is half the battle....)
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
Today's musical paradox
So, I was shirking my line-learning duties just now (as I have been for the past 5 or so hours) and scanning some audio streams. Something wack-ish came on so I clicked on AfroRadio, and on popped Love TKO. Yay.
So, as I swayed and I began to croon (hah!) along to the verse. I came to the realization that this is one of those songs that people will probably never really hear the words to. Oh, the words will be memorized and sung - but the only thing anyone ever really listens to is the molten-granite-smooth beat.
A beat which is, well, directly indicative of sex. It's drawz gettin' music if ever there was.
The words, however, are all about Teddy throwing the big, fat middle digit at love. As fed up as the two-time loser sounds, it seems like luscious nether regions is the farthest thing from his mind. Le proof (from the second verse):
Tried to take control of the love
Love took control of me
'Cause you lose all thoughts, sense of time
And have a change of mind
Takin' the bumps and the bruises
Of all the things of a two-time loser
Tryin' to hold on, faith is gone (<- damn, bruh, don't give up...)
It's just another sad song (<- then again, you know what, you're right. Eff it.)
Not really mood music....
Now listen to this.
Once it gets into the chorus, you'll probably notice your hips begin a small, involuntary swirling motion.
By the time you here "TKO", the pugilistic metaphor makes a quite different inference from that apparently intended by the writer.
Don't play. You know you've wondered on more than one occasion what it would be like to have some nookie that would cause you to blackout for 8 to 10 seconds (male tendencies toward post-coital slumber, notwithstanding).
It's like somebody in charge of the money told Teddy, "OK, man, continue to write all this sad, woeful, the-whole-town-is-laffin'-@-me stuff if you must, but it's time to sell some concert tickets. Make me a banger."
Bang, indeed. Bang.
Bang Bang Bang.
BANG
I'm just sayin'...
So, as I swayed and I began to croon (hah!) along to the verse. I came to the realization that this is one of those songs that people will probably never really hear the words to. Oh, the words will be memorized and sung - but the only thing anyone ever really listens to is the molten-granite-smooth beat.
A beat which is, well, directly indicative of sex. It's drawz gettin' music if ever there was.
The words, however, are all about Teddy throwing the big, fat middle digit at love. As fed up as the two-time loser sounds, it seems like luscious nether regions is the farthest thing from his mind. Le proof (from the second verse):
Tried to take control of the love
Love took control of me
'Cause you lose all thoughts, sense of time
And have a change of mind
Takin' the bumps and the bruises
Of all the things of a two-time loser
Tryin' to hold on, faith is gone (<- damn, bruh, don't give up...)
It's just another sad song (<- then again, you know what, you're right. Eff it.)
Not really mood music....
Now listen to this.
Once it gets into the chorus, you'll probably notice your hips begin a small, involuntary swirling motion.
By the time you here "TKO", the pugilistic metaphor makes a quite different inference from that apparently intended by the writer.
Don't play. You know you've wondered on more than one occasion what it would be like to have some nookie that would cause you to blackout for 8 to 10 seconds (male tendencies toward post-coital slumber, notwithstanding).
It's like somebody in charge of the money told Teddy, "OK, man, continue to write all this sad, woeful, the-whole-town-is-laffin'-@-me stuff if you must, but it's time to sell some concert tickets. Make me a banger."
Bang, indeed. Bang.
Bang Bang Bang.
BANG
I'm just sayin'...
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Craig Brewer - Expert on the Black Experience (sic)
From now on, I'm going to tell all the Black folk I know that have been trying for years to get their screenplays (which generally involve Black folk) produced to contact one Craig Brewer.
He's seems to have figured out the mystery.
He's seems to have figured out the mystery.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
The past week
Went to see March of the Penguins. It contains the best directed, least gratuitous love scene to ever leave an image on emulsion (aka: film).
After seeing said film, sat on a bench at 110th and B'Way 'til about two in the morning. During this time I witnessed my first purse-snatching. Didn't see the grab itself, but I saw this cat hot-footin' it across the street with these people hollering "thief" behind him. I thought for a moment if I should take chase (even though I was prolly too far away to help), but there was no need. The dude that was yelling "thief" was actually catching up to the snatcher. The really impressive part is that he was deccked out in full Ambercrombie regalia: worn baseball cap, polo and - I kid you not - flip-flops. He ran dude down in flip-flops. He had people applauding his performance; Jeremy Wariner's influence extends to public safety.
Day before yesterday: I was coming up from the train tunnel at South Ferry. A young black man asks me am I an Isrealite. This is due to the current state of my facial hair, where there's no mustache, but there is a beard (albeit a thin one). Why's this of note? Only because it's something I've not been asked before. Of course, you really have to see them preach on the street to understand...
Um, not much else. My checking account got down to $8.20. That's always fun.
After seeing said film, sat on a bench at 110th and B'Way 'til about two in the morning. During this time I witnessed my first purse-snatching. Didn't see the grab itself, but I saw this cat hot-footin' it across the street with these people hollering "thief" behind him. I thought for a moment if I should take chase (even though I was prolly too far away to help), but there was no need. The dude that was yelling "thief" was actually catching up to the snatcher. The really impressive part is that he was deccked out in full Ambercrombie regalia: worn baseball cap, polo and - I kid you not - flip-flops. He ran dude down in flip-flops. He had people applauding his performance; Jeremy Wariner's influence extends to public safety.
Day before yesterday: I was coming up from the train tunnel at South Ferry. A young black man asks me am I an Isrealite. This is due to the current state of my facial hair, where there's no mustache, but there is a beard (albeit a thin one). Why's this of note? Only because it's something I've not been asked before. Of course, you really have to see them preach on the street to understand...
Um, not much else. My checking account got down to $8.20. That's always fun.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
I hate reclining chairs office chairs
Due to two back strains and having taken classes in Alexander Techinique, I now despise chairs that recline on a spring.
Sit up. You'll get more done that way.
Should you happen to need to lean back, go here.
Sit up. You'll get more done that way.
Should you happen to need to lean back, go here.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
For the Good Times
(as in "Lay your head on my pillow)
I just looked up the lyrics for this song ('cuz things can get a little indecipherable when Rev. Green really starts feeling all that soul).
This song is deep.
But I am partial to sung prose...feels more sincere in a way.
To me, at any rate.
I just looked up the lyrics for this song ('cuz things can get a little indecipherable when Rev. Green really starts feeling all that soul).
This song is deep.
But I am partial to sung prose...feels more sincere in a way.
To me, at any rate.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
IMPORTANT BOONDOCKS NEWS!!!!!!
Cartoon Network is showing stills from Boondocks during Adult Swim; along with saying that i'ts coming to air in October.
I'm led to actually believe it might happen this time.
I'm led to actually believe it might happen this time.
Someone just asked me
to prepare two small foam balls for shipment to Paris.
foam balls
Paris?
please tell me there's someone else in the world is stupefied by this
foam balls
Paris?
please tell me there's someone else in the world is stupefied by this
On this Cover of the October Black Tail Magazine:
"Phoenix and Butter: Bubble-Butt Booty Sisters Go Clit to Clit"
Now, aside from my general disparaging view of pornography, I must give them their due for headline alliteration that would impress the editors of the Daily News (fine NYC fishwrap for those who don't know). They even manage to include some fine intentional creative redundancy (<--- see, redundant).
This was displayed at a news stand with the bubble-butts on the cover obscured by a neighboring publication. I wonder, given the propensity for magazines aimed at Black men to be covered with Black women's butts, if the proprietor of the stand didn't realize that it is a pornographic magazine.
Or maybe he/she just a connoiseur of a well crafted language...
Now, aside from my general disparaging view of pornography, I must give them their due for headline alliteration that would impress the editors of the Daily News (fine NYC fishwrap for those who don't know). They even manage to include some fine intentional creative redundancy (<--- see, redundant).
This was displayed at a news stand with the bubble-butts on the cover obscured by a neighboring publication. I wonder, given the propensity for magazines aimed at Black men to be covered with Black women's butts, if the proprietor of the stand didn't realize that it is a pornographic magazine.
Or maybe he/she just a connoiseur of a well crafted language...
Bidpay Sucks
Make sure that, before you bid, you look at what forms of payment the seller takes.
Bidpay is the wack, money order-based alternative to PayPal.
Instead of making money off the seller, it off the buyer; but it allows fewer options. You can only choose between two brands of credit card to purchase the money order, the money order costs more, and you have to wait for it to be delivered.
It is the payment system of cheap-ass sellers.
And, yes, I've sold before and gotten hit with the charge for accepting cc payments through PayPal. If you don't want to pay that 2.5%, just say you won't take cc payments in the auctions/sale.
Just to clarify - Bidpay sucks.
Bidpay is the wack, money order-based alternative to PayPal.
Instead of making money off the seller, it off the buyer; but it allows fewer options. You can only choose between two brands of credit card to purchase the money order, the money order costs more, and you have to wait for it to be delivered.
It is the payment system of cheap-ass sellers.
And, yes, I've sold before and gotten hit with the charge for accepting cc payments through PayPal. If you don't want to pay that 2.5%, just say you won't take cc payments in the auctions/sale.
Just to clarify - Bidpay sucks.
Monday, July 25, 2005
I'm back at that
temp assignment I hated so much 2 months ago.
This time they had me coming 15 minutes earlier than the agency told me so I "prepare breakfast for everyone".
This time I succumbed to the urge to inform the lady at the agency that food prep was not listed as one of my skills. Since it was my fault for not asking if they were offering the same cash, I told her that the next time Psyop calls, I'll need more money. She replied saying that she'd see if she could get me another dollar but could not promise it. I question my worthiness of so great a feat on my meager behalf...
Well, I'm here now. The food prep seems to have been successful. It was rainy when I got here and I was wearing porous shoes, so I was expecting it to be a bad day. So far, it actually been fairly without annoyance. I guess, since I was expecting it to be crap, it's not so bad this time.
Of course, if my Fairy Temp-Assignment Godmother could give more precise information, I would've known what to expect the first time...
As always, we'll see how it goes.
addendum:
I'm far more entertaining when I'm thoroughly pissed ...
("pissed"meaning "annoyed" for our British viewers)
This time they had me coming 15 minutes earlier than the agency told me so I "prepare breakfast for everyone".
This time I succumbed to the urge to inform the lady at the agency that food prep was not listed as one of my skills. Since it was my fault for not asking if they were offering the same cash, I told her that the next time Psyop calls, I'll need more money. She replied saying that she'd see if she could get me another dollar but could not promise it. I question my worthiness of so great a feat on my meager behalf...
Well, I'm here now. The food prep seems to have been successful. It was rainy when I got here and I was wearing porous shoes, so I was expecting it to be a bad day. So far, it actually been fairly without annoyance. I guess, since I was expecting it to be crap, it's not so bad this time.
Of course, if my Fairy Temp-Assignment Godmother could give more precise information, I would've known what to expect the first time...
As always, we'll see how it goes.
addendum:
I'm far more entertaining when I'm thoroughly pissed ...
("pissed"meaning "annoyed" for our British viewers)
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Gizmo was just standing in my
doorway, and I told him to "come here". He looked at me and walked away.
It was then that I realized that Gizmo is like a cat.
That barks.
And doesn't use a litter box.
Without the grace.
It was then that I realized that Gizmo is like a cat.
That barks.
And doesn't use a litter box.
Without the grace.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
I have a classmate
named Flordelino Lagundino (who just happens to be on the cover of this month's American Theatre Mag).
We talk for and hour or two every month or so. It's generally actor stuff, but they're usually rather stimulating discussions. Not necessarily revolutionary stuff, but hearing stuff you already know said by somebody else can be helpful.
Hell, maybe some of it is revolutionary.
I think they'd make good transcripted discussions (the like you might find in American Theatre Mag...)
In local climate news....
I will now O-Fishully stop claiming Houston, TX to be the most humid place on Earth.
Today, when I was on the bus getting ready to get off at the ferry, there was a fog as thick that of a Spring morning before a thunderstorm
at noon
with the unobscured sun at noontime high
in the middle of summer.
Sticky to death
I was just walking on Manhattan at 8pm, wearing a short sleaved cotton shirt and thin, loose-fitting cargo shorts, and I was still dripping. Dripping like drops of sweat falling from my back from 'neath my shirt.
That ain't a metafor, that's what happened.
This is ridiculous.
We talk for and hour or two every month or so. It's generally actor stuff, but they're usually rather stimulating discussions. Not necessarily revolutionary stuff, but hearing stuff you already know said by somebody else can be helpful.
Hell, maybe some of it is revolutionary.
I think they'd make good transcripted discussions (the like you might find in American Theatre Mag...)
In local climate news....
I will now O-Fishully stop claiming Houston, TX to be the most humid place on Earth.
Today, when I was on the bus getting ready to get off at the ferry, there was a fog as thick that of a Spring morning before a thunderstorm
at noon
with the unobscured sun at noontime high
in the middle of summer.
Sticky to death
I was just walking on Manhattan at 8pm, wearing a short sleaved cotton shirt and thin, loose-fitting cargo shorts, and I was still dripping. Dripping like drops of sweat falling from my back from 'neath my shirt.
That ain't a metafor, that's what happened.
This is ridiculous.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
I'm watching one of the many
shows on food that comes on WLIW here in New York. This one is on sandwiches. I started surfing and came back and as soon as looked up, I new this segment was in Houston. The weren't showing anything particularly recognizeable, but I knew it. It just looked like Houston. And it was.
The spot was about a place called Thelma's that I've never heard of before. The next time I'm in Houston, however, I must go. She has a catfish sandwich that has TWO full filets on it.
Damn.
Damn, I miss home.
There's like NO catfish in Manhattan.
DAMN.
The spot was about a place called Thelma's that I've never heard of before. The next time I'm in Houston, however, I must go. She has a catfish sandwich that has TWO full filets on it.
Damn.
Damn, I miss home.
There's like NO catfish in Manhattan.
DAMN.
Friday, July 15, 2005
After a week full of decent amounts of sleep
and waking up at almost normal hours, I prepare to go to the Bronx to work for 8 hours with nary a hour of sleep.
joy!!!
joy!!!
Monday, July 11, 2005
At this moment
I'm sitting in my room with toilet paper in my ears because Gizmo is still barking (non-stop) at fireworks that were set off about an hour ago.
If you try to put him somewhere in the house where he can't hear them, he'll yelp on a high pitch that, I'm fairly certain, actually makes ears bleed.
Fireworks set off by geniuses who seemed to have failed to notice that the 4th of July is officially a week in the past.
Yesterday I spent time with a Chow mutt that is a third Gizmo's age, yet seems to have 3 times the sense: he actually got quiet when commanded to. I was amazed and wistful.
Small dogs are morons.
I miss Frick.
If you try to put him somewhere in the house where he can't hear them, he'll yelp on a high pitch that, I'm fairly certain, actually makes ears bleed.
Fireworks set off by geniuses who seemed to have failed to notice that the 4th of July is officially a week in the past.
Yesterday I spent time with a Chow mutt that is a third Gizmo's age, yet seems to have 3 times the sense: he actually got quiet when commanded to. I was amazed and wistful.
Small dogs are morons.
I miss Frick.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Marvin?
So, Marvin Gaye go this relatively unknown song call "Sanctified Lady" that I was listening to on the ol' internet the other day. I've heard it before, but on this day I heard more...:
in it are the lyrics:
Some girls suck, some don't dare.
Some girls f^ck, some don't dare.
Why am I just now hearing this?
and you thought hardcore started with the nwa....
he musta been listining to some prince when he made that joint.
in it are the lyrics:
Some girls suck, some don't dare.
Some girls f^ck, some don't dare.
Why am I just now hearing this?
and you thought hardcore started with the nwa....
he musta been listining to some prince when he made that joint.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
New Yorkers continue to encourage the stereotype
Me: (answers phone with biz name)
Caller: (requests office head)
Me: One second - (remembers, pause) who's calling?
Caller responds with what I initially think is "Sid Matta". In fact he's just said "shouldn't matter"..."He should take the call".
Just the kind of thing thats going to get me a (perhaps self-prescribed) invitation to leave early.
Assholes shouldn't be allowed to use the phone this early in the morning.
Caller: (requests office head)
Me: One second - (remembers, pause) who's calling?
Caller responds with what I initially think is "Sid Matta". In fact he's just said "shouldn't matter"..."He should take the call".
Just the kind of thing thats going to get me a (perhaps self-prescribed) invitation to leave early.
Assholes shouldn't be allowed to use the phone this early in the morning.
must not one eat to work?
I was just looking at this documentary about pollack fishing in Alaska. It was your basic environmentalist v. industry story. In this case it was over the dwindling numbers of stellar sea lions in and whether this was due to overfishing of the fish that most likely is in your filet.
The last part I saw, a lady whose position seemed to be that the lower sea lion numbers is due to climate change made a statement regarding human needs.
She stated first that "people must work" (i.e., you need a job). Then she stated that "people must eat".
money first, then food...
But, when was the last time you tried to work without eating? I wonder how universal is the tendency to think about the "need" for money rather then the need for things that actually sustain human life. Not that I don't do it too.
Doesn't it seem like there should be a place that you can just go up and grab a snack, just cuz you need it, where money's not even a question?
Oh, wait they already got that: (insert gregarious family member's name here)'s house.
pray, eat, sleep, work
in that order
peace
The last part I saw, a lady whose position seemed to be that the lower sea lion numbers is due to climate change made a statement regarding human needs.
She stated first that "people must work" (i.e., you need a job). Then she stated that "people must eat".
money first, then food...
But, when was the last time you tried to work without eating? I wonder how universal is the tendency to think about the "need" for money rather then the need for things that actually sustain human life. Not that I don't do it too.
Doesn't it seem like there should be a place that you can just go up and grab a snack, just cuz you need it, where money's not even a question?
Oh, wait they already got that: (insert gregarious family member's name here)'s house.
pray, eat, sleep, work
in that order
peace
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Why is it
only 10:26?
Perhaps if I worked in a morgue, I'd have to worry about people worrying me less.
Working sucks
Work sucks.
It sucks.
It sucks.
It sucks.
It sucks.
Sucks.
Sucks, sucks.
sucks
And ties suck too; them and their damned top buttons.
I should be trooping through Philly with John Kay right now,
but I'm stuck.
at WORK.
Forget universal healthcare, I want infinitely paid rent.
There's a whole lot I don't like right now - auditioning/acting, New York, most New Yorkers, tourists, me -
but the thing I'd have to say I'm feeling the least is work.
And next week I'll be begging God for some more.
So I can pay rent.
And my CC bill.
And my cellphone bill.
And my car ins.
And try to put something away toward my loans.
And try to keep some money to eat with,
for gas,
to catch a periodic film or play or music.
Nevertheless,
it's still only 10:35.
Perhaps if I worked in a morgue, I'd have to worry about people worrying me less.
Working sucks
Work sucks.
It sucks.
It sucks.
It sucks.
It sucks.
Sucks.
Sucks, sucks.
sucks
And ties suck too; them and their damned top buttons.
I should be trooping through Philly with John Kay right now,
but I'm stuck.
at WORK.
Forget universal healthcare, I want infinitely paid rent.
There's a whole lot I don't like right now - auditioning/acting, New York, most New Yorkers, tourists, me -
but the thing I'd have to say I'm feeling the least is work.
And next week I'll be begging God for some more.
So I can pay rent.
And my CC bill.
And my cellphone bill.
And my car ins.
And try to put something away toward my loans.
And try to keep some money to eat with,
for gas,
to catch a periodic film or play or music.
Nevertheless,
it's still only 10:35.
Luther sings his last...
So, being a perennial passenger on the late bus (and because I forgot to update AvantGo on my iPAQ before leaving for work Friday), I just yesterday found out that Luther Vandross finally passed.
A portion of a text message I sent someone pretty much sums up my position:
"... I'm sittin' here listening to his stuff, getting sadder and sadder. I guess I'm just at the age"...
When I was little, I couldn't stand LV (or any slow songs for that matter). That changed right about the time I started noticing girls.
I'm sick of people dying.
(sigh)
A portion of a text message I sent someone pretty much sums up my position:
"... I'm sittin' here listening to his stuff, getting sadder and sadder. I guess I'm just at the age"...
When I was little, I couldn't stand LV (or any slow songs for that matter). That changed right about the time I started noticing girls.
I'm sick of people dying.
(sigh)
Thursday, June 30, 2005
I have officially given up on
photography. My first camera crapped out and is in pieces after I tried to fix it.
The second camera I bought turned out to be much less than I wanted.
The one I just bought lasted about 4 hours before it crapped out. $37.50 down the tubes. They want $150.00 to fix. Uh, huh.
And, so, I take my leave. Maybe I'll keep my lenses with the hope that Pentax puts out a decent digital soon.
The second camera I bought turned out to be much less than I wanted.
The one I just bought lasted about 4 hours before it crapped out. $37.50 down the tubes. They want $150.00 to fix. Uh, huh.
And, so, I take my leave. Maybe I'll keep my lenses with the hope that Pentax puts out a decent digital soon.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
For a Reebok?!?!?
Either someone at the Reebok website made a small typo, or them @!%$#s done lost they minds.
Click here. Then click the Nautical Python shoe under "What's New"
Click here. Then click the Nautical Python shoe under "What's New"
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Remember the little sister from Family Matters?
Yeah, the original cute kid before Urkel became the star and before they brought in that was replaced by that little attempt-at-reinvigorating-ratings-look-he-dances-like-Michael Jackson-kid with the hair that was about twice as many years too late as he was old.
Her name is Jaimee Foxworth. And, for a while, she was doing porn.
How is it I'm always the last to find out abou this stuff?
Her name is Jaimee Foxworth. And, for a while, she was doing porn.
How is it I'm always the last to find out abou this stuff?
Friday, June 17, 2005
Gotta be on
the 6a boat to make it to the Bronx for this job. Its 3:10a. It's going to be on of those days.
Today I was in the lower east side kind of north and west of Little Italy (whatever that's called) so I could get an inner tube for my bike. I was trudging aroung for a Chase (tm) bank and found one at Spring and B'Way. It's one of those places in the town where everyone likes to dress like their poor, yet spend Dolce & Gabana money doing it. As I head in, there's a woman there who opens the door for me. She's doing this for everyone, announcing that one of the ATM's is out of cash but still good for deposits, and shaking a change cup in one hand. If the last item on that list didn't make it clear for you, this lady is NOT an employee of JP Morgan Chase.
So she's doing her thing and, on the way out, I hand her a dollar and tell her, "I like your hustle". She mentioned that she was enjoying it, too, with a short breath and went back to her self-assumed duties.
For her creativity, she gets the very first O-Fishul(c) Nice Hustle of the Week Award.
Today I was in the lower east side kind of north and west of Little Italy (whatever that's called) so I could get an inner tube for my bike. I was trudging aroung for a Chase (tm) bank and found one at Spring and B'Way. It's one of those places in the town where everyone likes to dress like their poor, yet spend Dolce & Gabana money doing it. As I head in, there's a woman there who opens the door for me. She's doing this for everyone, announcing that one of the ATM's is out of cash but still good for deposits, and shaking a change cup in one hand. If the last item on that list didn't make it clear for you, this lady is NOT an employee of JP Morgan Chase.
So she's doing her thing and, on the way out, I hand her a dollar and tell her, "I like your hustle". She mentioned that she was enjoying it, too, with a short breath and went back to her self-assumed duties.
For her creativity, she gets the very first O-Fishul(c) Nice Hustle of the Week Award.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Thinking of going to an Amusement Park
this summer?
Perhaps you should peruse this website.
Or this one.
Or, if you've already collected e'body's money and got the non-refundable group rate, you shouldn't.
Perhaps you should peruse this website.
Or this one.
Or, if you've already collected e'body's money and got the non-refundable group rate, you shouldn't.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Random *ish
* At approximately 3:38pm on Thursday, June 2, 2005, I realized that the name PM Dawn is a paradox.
Unless you live really close to one of the poles.
* Watched the beginning of the Tony Awards tonight and saw someone that I auditioned with for an Olive Garden commercial performing in the opening medley of musicals.
It seems that the Tony Awards are consistenly less clumsy than other award shows. Who would have figured that live stage performers would be best at presenting a live, staged show.
* Are you aware that Hampton University has a dress code?
I'd laff at them, but there were certain times when I wish that such a code existed, not merely at my humble alma mater, but as a key piece of the Constitution.
* NYC finally hit a legitimate 80 degrees F. The downside to this is that downtown Manhattan will feel 2 degrees warmer while the subway feels 10 degrees warmer and 70% stickier.
Unless you live really close to one of the poles.
* Watched the beginning of the Tony Awards tonight and saw someone that I auditioned with for an Olive Garden commercial performing in the opening medley of musicals.
It seems that the Tony Awards are consistenly less clumsy than other award shows. Who would have figured that live stage performers would be best at presenting a live, staged show.
* Are you aware that Hampton University has a dress code?
I'd laff at them, but there were certain times when I wish that such a code existed, not merely at my humble alma mater, but as a key piece of the Constitution.
* NYC finally hit a legitimate 80 degrees F. The downside to this is that downtown Manhattan will feel 2 degrees warmer while the subway feels 10 degrees warmer and 70% stickier.
Monday, May 30, 2005
A Warning:
I think talking to me may cause people some sort of mental/emotional disturbance,
Perhaps I am crazy, and have never realized it, and make other people crazy
with my craziness, or they go crazy trying to understand my craziness,
Or they end up going crazy trying to work around my craziness.
But I'm probably just an ass, and use crazy as my excuse.
(aknfawm23@%<@ $ 2'n @VT<.......wmlah)
Perhaps I am crazy, and have never realized it, and make other people crazy
with my craziness, or they go crazy trying to understand my craziness,
Or they end up going crazy trying to work around my craziness.
But I'm probably just an ass, and use crazy as my excuse.
(aknfawm23@%<@ $ 2'n @VT<.......wmlah)
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Random ramble
First, perhaps those posting comments anonymously would be good (brave) enough to tag the end of your posts with some form of differentiation so we know which posts are to be associated with others...
Now other stuff:
There seems to be some misunderstanding about the temp assignment that stank: it's over. It was only a three day deal. Well that one was only 3 days. Of course, I was asked if I could come in next week. "Unfortunately" I had "something" to "do".
With regard to the callbacks mentioned a few weeks ago: I've been cast in a showcase (small pay, not bound by contract) play to go up in September it's called Giant-N-Variation (no pics, yet, but other useful info....maybe).
The other piece I auditioned for that week did not cast me. One day people will believe me when I say that I can tell when the director is not seeing what he/she wants. The callback was fun (at times), but I kind of wish they hadn't called me back. Still glad I did the audition, though.
This week is "Fleet Week" here in NYC (which basically a mass shore leave or a tribute to the military men & women of the seas - depends on your personal view). It's unique this year becasue the Pakistani Navy is partipipating. No doubt to show us just how much closer they are to being true homo sapiens thanks to the glorious and ordained intervention of our leader and father "Dubya".
It's been kind of a strange experience for me seeing them here. I wonder if I'm the only one that notices them so much. Today I was watching them and realized, even this city of every shade and combinatin thereof, these men were like aliens to me. Admitedly I had the thought of what if one fo these cats wants to do some kill Americans type-stuff. But it NYC - you will, some point suspect every person you meet here is about to try to kill you. Urban charm.
What really struck me about these cats, is how muchseeing them was like seeing American sailors, but not in an assimilated way. Some of them had these long beards that American military muscleheads won't be allowing for at least 75 years. It was just the way they were sticking together, chatting with each other & whatnot. It was just kind of plainly human...yeah, I was on some 'ol' we are the world, everybody's the same type stuff
Lastly, I went and auditioned for the little indie film, and the lady who's doing it turned out to be from Arcadia, La. Which, if you're familiar with La. and the fact that there are like 12 million people in this city, you understand the fairly low odds of this happening. She said "Grambling" and it was the first time I'd heard the way it was supposed to sound in some time.
Yay, suthen folks.
peace
Now other stuff:
There seems to be some misunderstanding about the temp assignment that stank: it's over. It was only a three day deal. Well that one was only 3 days. Of course, I was asked if I could come in next week. "Unfortunately" I had "something" to "do".
With regard to the callbacks mentioned a few weeks ago: I've been cast in a showcase (small pay, not bound by contract) play to go up in September it's called Giant-N-Variation (no pics, yet, but other useful info....maybe).
The other piece I auditioned for that week did not cast me. One day people will believe me when I say that I can tell when the director is not seeing what he/she wants. The callback was fun (at times), but I kind of wish they hadn't called me back. Still glad I did the audition, though.
This week is "Fleet Week" here in NYC (which basically a mass shore leave or a tribute to the military men & women of the seas - depends on your personal view). It's unique this year becasue the Pakistani Navy is partipipating. No doubt to show us just how much closer they are to being true homo sapiens thanks to the glorious and ordained intervention of our leader and father "Dubya".
It's been kind of a strange experience for me seeing them here. I wonder if I'm the only one that notices them so much. Today I was watching them and realized, even this city of every shade and combinatin thereof, these men were like aliens to me. Admitedly I had the thought of what if one fo these cats wants to do some kill Americans type-stuff. But it NYC - you will, some point suspect every person you meet here is about to try to kill you. Urban charm.
What really struck me about these cats, is how muchseeing them was like seeing American sailors, but not in an assimilated way. Some of them had these long beards that American military muscleheads won't be allowing for at least 75 years. It was just the way they were sticking together, chatting with each other & whatnot. It was just kind of plainly human...yeah, I was on some 'ol' we are the world, everybody's the same type stuff
Lastly, I went and auditioned for the little indie film, and the lady who's doing it turned out to be from Arcadia, La. Which, if you're familiar with La. and the fact that there are like 12 million people in this city, you understand the fairly low odds of this happening. She said "Grambling" and it was the first time I'd heard the way it was supposed to sound in some time.
Yay, suthen folks.
peace
Monday, May 23, 2005
Update on this job I hate
It was going unusually pleasant. I got some free Thai food, but as soon as I heard it was there I knew that meant there would be that much more cleaning to do.
Well, tonight's pissedoffdedness started around 7p when I got about 3 calls at once and had the audacity to page someone instead of send them their call directly - which I would have been doing if she would plant her ass in the general vicinty of her desk with relative permanence.
Then came 8 o'clock and those dishes. After picking up a few dirty dishes from downstairs (which could easily have been taken upstairs before nukkas left for the day), I went to put them near the sink and saw that some genious had placed a damn-near half-full plate in the sink right underneath the faucet which meant subsequent genious ran water directly into (anger is sparked). The trash can really is only five ginger steps to the left. Then there was the table that had all the food on it. At first it wasn't a big deal, but the more I touched food containers and got various forms of curry on my hands and saw how much of said curry was on the table itself, the more it occurred to me that I was going to have to fight the urge to call a meeting at this place I'll never see again, and suggest to them that they might consider washing their owners dishes as they used them (anger rises).
The last straw was pretty much after getting all of the glasses from upstairs (understand, I'm now on the third floor) that seemed to not be in use. This exercise was forcibly interrupted by people trying to get a dog to be nice to me. Understand, I'm not EVEN concerned with this dog. But since it growled (barely) at me, this dude actually takes stuff out of my hand so I can pat the dog. The dog is walking on three good legs. Why would I be worried about it. If it tries to get crunk, the bitch (yes, it is a female) will be down to 1 - especially while I'm trying to get this $#1t put away so I can leave.
So, I get downstairs and, as I'm unloading the dishwasher (the poor design of which really doesn't allow much of a load), a glass on the counter slips and shatters before I can catch it. The topper? While I'm sweeping, I go to wipe what must be water running down my hand, but I notice that it's a nice, bright red (anger peaks). So now I really want to curse somebody. After I get a makeshift tourniquet on my finger and go back to loading the machine, bunny of "send my calls up here" fame brings down some glasses. After her last trip, she's gives a split second "goodnight" and runs her sorry ass out de do'. Now if you hear some glass shatter and then see somebody with an entire paper towel 3M(tm) taped around their pinky (not and exaggeration) gingerly foolin with a counter-full of dishes, might it occur to you to at least ask if a bwoy might could use a hand? Perhaps by this point she could sense my displeasure. To her credit, on one trip she did comment that the people there were pigs, so her I guess she did at least try to commiserate.
I will be definately clarifying my marketable skillset with ol' temp girl tomorrow.
lawd havissmercy 'pon muh soul...
Well, tonight's pissedoffdedness started around 7p when I got about 3 calls at once and had the audacity to page someone instead of send them their call directly - which I would have been doing if she would plant her ass in the general vicinty of her desk with relative permanence.
Then came 8 o'clock and those dishes. After picking up a few dirty dishes from downstairs (which could easily have been taken upstairs before nukkas left for the day), I went to put them near the sink and saw that some genious had placed a damn-near half-full plate in the sink right underneath the faucet which meant subsequent genious ran water directly into (anger is sparked). The trash can really is only five ginger steps to the left. Then there was the table that had all the food on it. At first it wasn't a big deal, but the more I touched food containers and got various forms of curry on my hands and saw how much of said curry was on the table itself, the more it occurred to me that I was going to have to fight the urge to call a meeting at this place I'll never see again, and suggest to them that they might consider washing their owners dishes as they used them (anger rises).
The last straw was pretty much after getting all of the glasses from upstairs (understand, I'm now on the third floor) that seemed to not be in use. This exercise was forcibly interrupted by people trying to get a dog to be nice to me. Understand, I'm not EVEN concerned with this dog. But since it growled (barely) at me, this dude actually takes stuff out of my hand so I can pat the dog. The dog is walking on three good legs. Why would I be worried about it. If it tries to get crunk, the bitch (yes, it is a female) will be down to 1 - especially while I'm trying to get this $#1t put away so I can leave.
So, I get downstairs and, as I'm unloading the dishwasher (the poor design of which really doesn't allow much of a load), a glass on the counter slips and shatters before I can catch it. The topper? While I'm sweeping, I go to wipe what must be water running down my hand, but I notice that it's a nice, bright red (anger peaks). So now I really want to curse somebody. After I get a makeshift tourniquet on my finger and go back to loading the machine, bunny of "send my calls up here" fame brings down some glasses. After her last trip, she's gives a split second "goodnight" and runs her sorry ass out de do'. Now if you hear some glass shatter and then see somebody with an entire paper towel 3M(tm) taped around their pinky (not and exaggeration) gingerly foolin with a counter-full of dishes, might it occur to you to at least ask if a bwoy might could use a hand? Perhaps by this point she could sense my displeasure. To her credit, on one trip she did comment that the people there were pigs, so her I guess she did at least try to commiserate.
I will be definately clarifying my marketable skillset with ol' temp girl tomorrow.
lawd havissmercy 'pon muh soul...
COMMON album release appearances
Various places along the nor'eastern corridor you can catch Common (as in Sense) doing signings and performances for his al-bum release (BE).
Click in this general vicinity if you'd like a sample of said al-bum.
That nukk betta send me a tour T size LG fuh all this here free cyber-street promotin' I'm doing....
Click in this general vicinity if you'd like a sample of said al-bum.
That nukk betta send me a tour T size LG fuh all this here free cyber-street promotin' I'm doing....
Friday, May 20, 2005
I just don't see how I'm going to make it....
Dude :"Can we, ehhh, introduce the policy that you'll let us know before you transfer the calls?"
(as opposed to, "Please let us know who it is before you transfer a call")
Me: "Sure"
Two minutes later
PA who's doing two or three jobs who's also assigned to show me how to do 1.5 of her two or three jobs: "Make sure that you tell them who it is before you transfer a call".
Me: "Yeah. I got it."
Me On The Inside: "!@#dammit I heard the first mo$%^^#$!@#$ what told me that s$@."
Then, being pissed off, I goof up a simple call transfer.
I see absolutely no way that I'm going to make it 9p tonight, much less 9p Tuesday.
And I haven't even had to deal with logging a package yet.
Did I mention that I was told how to call the car service? Again: I type shit. I answer shit. I copy shit.
That's it.
In roughly that order.
(as opposed to, "Please let us know who it is before you transfer a call")
Me: "Sure"
Two minutes later
PA who's doing two or three jobs who's also assigned to show me how to do 1.5 of her two or three jobs: "Make sure that you tell them who it is before you transfer a call".
Me: "Yeah. I got it."
Me On The Inside: "!@#dammit I heard the first mo$%^^#$!@#$ what told me that s$@."
Then, being pissed off, I goof up a simple call transfer.
I see absolutely no way that I'm going to make it 9p tonight, much less 9p Tuesday.
And I haven't even had to deal with logging a package yet.
Did I mention that I was told how to call the car service? Again: I type shit. I answer shit. I copy shit.
That's it.
In roughly that order.
this assignment is currently sucking it
Reasons this already sucks:
It's dreary outside
I got here 40 minutes late
After answering the first three calls fine, I've completely botched the last two
I'm apparently expected to pick up dishes/food, load and start the dishwasher before I leave, and "check with the clients in the conference room to see if they need anything".
the !@#$ !?!?!?!?!????
That doesn't really sound like clerical work to me and I believe those services cost a bit more than the $11 per I'm getting for this.
Having this internet access is cool and all, but I can wait 'til I get home if I have to put up with this @#@#.
It's dreary outside
I got here 40 minutes late
After answering the first three calls fine, I've completely botched the last two
I'm apparently expected to pick up dishes/food, load and start the dishwasher before I leave, and "check with the clients in the conference room to see if they need anything".
the !@#$ !?!?!?!?!????
That doesn't really sound like clerical work to me and I believe those services cost a bit more than the $11 per I'm getting for this.
Having this internet access is cool and all, but I can wait 'til I get home if I have to put up with this @#@#.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Don't push...
This one's an audio post. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while & and I had a nice experience to start with yesterday.
This entry was recorded about a minute after it took place.
Enjoy
Oh, yeah; it's about 1.3MB, so slower connections beware. I'll try to record them smaller in the future.
And, if you haven't figured it out yet, you have to click on the first sentence.
To those who've heard me speak before: I'm not trying to sound like that on purpose, it's just what happens when I stay in the same place too long. Imagine the fun when I move to Scotland. Though my vocal malleability is sexy, no?
To those who ain't herd me speek b'fo: if you think hearing this will ruin the glorious veil of mystery, typed transcripts are available for $10.00.
Bow down to my technical superiority.
PEace
This entry was recorded about a minute after it took place.
Enjoy
Oh, yeah; it's about 1.3MB, so slower connections beware. I'll try to record them smaller in the future.
And, if you haven't figured it out yet, you have to click on the first sentence.
To those who've heard me speak before: I'm not trying to sound like that on purpose, it's just what happens when I stay in the same place too long. Imagine the fun when I move to Scotland. Though my vocal malleability is sexy, no?
To those who ain't herd me speek b'fo: if you think hearing this will ruin the glorious veil of mystery, typed transcripts are available for $10.00.
Bow down to my technical superiority.
PEace
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
This week
is starting off sucking it.
Of course, the last time my seek started off really sucking it (week before last) the subsequent it ended fairly decent.
We'll see how it goes.
Jeeves, get me my walking trousers, I believe I'll go for a jaunt...
Of course, the last time my seek started off really sucking it (week before last) the subsequent it ended fairly decent.
We'll see how it goes.
Jeeves, get me my walking trousers, I believe I'll go for a jaunt...
Friday, May 06, 2005
3 things that made me smile this week
In chronological order:
1. After disembarking the boat, I was walking to my bus stop when I saw a Black Jewish man in front of me wearing one of the flyer yarmulkas ever: dark mauve leather.
Yeah.
What.
2. This past Wednesday night I was leaving the Whole Foods in Union Square. As I was walking to the subway entrance I saw guy with a real, live ghetto blaster. It had "AFRO" spray painted on the front and he was blasting ---- More Bounce to the Ounce (big, teary, doe eyes of joy). He got to a spot, set the blaster down and started working on his pop/lock.
Again, Hollye, I am not making this up.
3. Today, while in the groshree sto, a lady and two small girls passed by me. One girl was in the higher single digits, and the other was closer to the 4-6 range and was riding in the buggy. As she passed by me, she points and says, "pretty hair".
(cheese)
(blush)
shut up...
& One thing that made me mad:
After returning home from this shopping trip, I heard a domestic disturbance. This is not the first time I've heard this and believed it to be coming from the apartment right above mine. When I heard slamming in addition to a child crying I went upstairs to see if I needed to alert authorities, but all was quiet on that floor. I then went to the second floor and heard the argument. I believe it was an Asian couple that I've seen in the building before. The thing that really got me was that I believe that child I heard was actually a grown woman sobbing.
1. After disembarking the boat, I was walking to my bus stop when I saw a Black Jewish man in front of me wearing one of the flyer yarmulkas ever: dark mauve leather.
Yeah.
What.
2. This past Wednesday night I was leaving the Whole Foods in Union Square. As I was walking to the subway entrance I saw guy with a real, live ghetto blaster. It had "AFRO" spray painted on the front and he was blasting ---- More Bounce to the Ounce (big, teary, doe eyes of joy). He got to a spot, set the blaster down and started working on his pop/lock.
Again, Hollye, I am not making this up.
3. Today, while in the groshree sto, a lady and two small girls passed by me. One girl was in the higher single digits, and the other was closer to the 4-6 range and was riding in the buggy. As she passed by me, she points and says, "pretty hair".
(cheese)
(blush)
shut up...
& One thing that made me mad:
After returning home from this shopping trip, I heard a domestic disturbance. This is not the first time I've heard this and believed it to be coming from the apartment right above mine. When I heard slamming in addition to a child crying I went upstairs to see if I needed to alert authorities, but all was quiet on that floor. I then went to the second floor and heard the argument. I believe it was an Asian couple that I've seen in the building before. The thing that really got me was that I believe that child I heard was actually a grown woman sobbing.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Monday, May 02, 2005
(eyes wide open)
I went to the callback for "Driving on the Left Side" today. I pretty much just got home. While I was just playing with the dog I missed a call. Checked the msg.
And it was Boomerang Theater inviting me to a callback on Wednsday.
After nothing, two in the same week. This was the first time that I've auditioned with Shakespeare in the city. I don't know whether to glad or mad at all the other classical piece auditions that I've missed....
(eyes still wide open)
I went to the callback for "Driving on the Left Side" today. I pretty much just got home. While I was just playing with the dog I missed a call. Checked the msg.
And it was Boomerang Theater inviting me to a callback on Wednsday.
After nothing, two in the same week. This was the first time that I've auditioned with Shakespeare in the city. I don't know whether to glad or mad at all the other classical piece auditions that I've missed....
(eyes still wide open)
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Murphy's Law loves me
Of course, after a week of ranting at every opportunity about how pissed I am that I paid my $130 in union fees this Monday, I get a callback from an Equity Principle Audition (required auditions for Equity members for union shows). It's for a play called "Driving on the Left Side" (Joy, stop singing Pass the Dutchie"). It required singing, preferably a reggae song. Since I neither knew by heart nor had the music to a reggae song, I had to bring some of that actor-in-NYC-on-the-spot-audition-type hustle: I did an island rendition Lord's Prayer sung (Sister Mahalia set the precedent - a fact I was ready to present those watching, if necessary).
Today I auditioned for the part of an aspiring rapper in an indie film. They asked the auditioners to bring in some East coast rap to perform. Unfortunately, I only read the full e-mail this morning, so I only new this a few hours before the audition. All that I know off-hand is Cee-Lo's verse from Cell Therapy. It would have to suffice.
So, I went in, did it - had to start over once 'cuz I didn't give myself time to feel the beat right, and then did it. It proved to be quite cathartic - and I'm not even sure what I was being cathart-ized from. I really enjoyed performing that. Actually, every time I perform that verse - as poetry, rapped, or whatever - I enjoy it.
We'll see how it goes...
PEace
Today I auditioned for the part of an aspiring rapper in an indie film. They asked the auditioners to bring in some East coast rap to perform. Unfortunately, I only read the full e-mail this morning, so I only new this a few hours before the audition. All that I know off-hand is Cee-Lo's verse from Cell Therapy. It would have to suffice.
So, I went in, did it - had to start over once 'cuz I didn't give myself time to feel the beat right, and then did it. It proved to be quite cathartic - and I'm not even sure what I was being cathart-ized from. I really enjoyed performing that. Actually, every time I perform that verse - as poetry, rapped, or whatever - I enjoy it.
We'll see how it goes...
PEace
Monday, April 25, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Last week I was in an elevator with Samuel L. Jackson.
No, I did not speak to him.
He was speaking to his wife. And as one would normally do in this situation, I left the two to their conversation.
One person I mentioned the occurrence to claimed that, if he/she see someone who's (famous), he/she is going to approach/speak to them. She seemed to feel that regardless of whether or not this celebrity appeared to not wish to be bothered.
I, however, choose to be far more selective about whom I choose to jock.
Most of the people on that very short list are dead, anyway.
what can I say. I'm hard to impress.
That, or I think people should be treated as people regardless of whether their profession happens to cause many, many people to know their names.
No, I did not speak to him.
He was speaking to his wife. And as one would normally do in this situation, I left the two to their conversation.
One person I mentioned the occurrence to claimed that, if he/she see someone who's (famous), he/she is going to approach/speak to them. She seemed to feel that regardless of whether or not this celebrity appeared to not wish to be bothered.
I, however, choose to be far more selective about whom I choose to jock.
Most of the people on that very short list are dead, anyway.
what can I say. I'm hard to impress.
That, or I think people should be treated as people regardless of whether their profession happens to cause many, many people to know their names.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
About Boyd....
A gentleman by the name of Boyd Vance passed away last night. He was the executive director of ProArts Collective - one of the few organizations focused on producing and encouraging the arts among people of color and certainly the main producer and facilitator of Black theater in Austin, TX.Probably without really realizing it, Boyd helped me believe that I could be a professional actor. Before meeting him, I'd never been in a Black play. Before meeting him, I'd never paid my rent by performing on stage. Through an associate introduced to me by him, I received the opportunity to join Actor's Equity (and again get paid for performing on stage).
Boyd helped me have fun, helped me make a living, introduced me to people who touched me, helped me grow as a performer and was the object of what, I think, is still the greatest one-liner I'll ever deliver (I wonder if anybody from Jitney remembers it).
Yet, I'm only one of a rather large group of people who can say Boyd did the same for them.
The measure of Boyd as a singer, actor, entertainer, director, producer, etc. is not what I feel he should considered by - and there are plenty who rate him fairly high in those. That measure should be of his impact as a catalyst. Boyd created and gave people chances. And I can now only hope that he hears me when I give thanks in my prayers tonight for all that God, through him, gave me.
I believe that is how we will continue to know Boyd Vance, as a catalyst.
Well, that and being a certified, absolutely unrelenting nut....
Thanks for the cookies and punch, bruh.
aka "Shealy"
(after 11 years and the advent of Wikipedia, someone had done this.
it makes me happy to know someone did.
Friday, April 08, 2005
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editor's note: At the user's request, comments were disabled on this post because, well, it's just not "that kind of post". Apologies for hurt feelings should be considered offered. - ed.
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Monday, April 04, 2005
Mystery posts
I just found two posts that were never posted. One of them is about corporate America and how they will kill you. Don't even TRY to tell me it's a coincidence.
Here they be:
Feb. 10, 2005
Nov. 15, 2004
(scroll down to the second entry on this one)
Here they be:
Feb. 10, 2005
Nov. 15, 2004
(scroll down to the second entry on this one)
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
(ramblerambleramble)
Masters pursue their craft constantly - it is first and foremost in their minds. They pursue it relentlessly – at times to the detriment of their most intimate. Their concentration so draws their focus from the average daily chore of life that it can induce to be social impairment…
And I've realized that I'm not that way about anything, acting included - not that I'm going to stop acting or that I'll never be that way about acting. I just know that I'm not that way about it now.
I went into grad school intending for acting to be that "thing" for me, but I guess you can't really choose it. Although, I guess that assumes a "thing" exists for everyone.
Maybe only some of us are given to the focus that leads to mastery of craft.
OR... maybe we CAN all achieve some great level of mastery, we just have to make the decision to be a master - like, mastery is its own achievement separate from a field of achievement like acting, etc.
Of course, like everything else in the world, it's probably something in the middle.
Or - whatever...
And I've realized that I'm not that way about anything, acting included - not that I'm going to stop acting or that I'll never be that way about acting. I just know that I'm not that way about it now.
I went into grad school intending for acting to be that "thing" for me, but I guess you can't really choose it. Although, I guess that assumes a "thing" exists for everyone.
Maybe only some of us are given to the focus that leads to mastery of craft.
OR... maybe we CAN all achieve some great level of mastery, we just have to make the decision to be a master - like, mastery is its own achievement separate from a field of achievement like acting, etc.
Of course, like everything else in the world, it's probably something in the middle.
Or - whatever...
Monday, March 21, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
The next new hotness
The new junior high fad gaining momentum in NY and coming to a rap-wear/mall kiosk near you: Scrolling LED belts.
That's right. Now you can personalize your style at the waist daily via the latest in light emitting diode technology.
http://www.nycscrolls.com/
I saw two girls with these on on the bus already.
Hollye, I can't make this stuff up.
That's right. Now you can personalize your style at the waist daily via the latest in light emitting diode technology.
http://www.nycscrolls.com/
I saw two girls with these on on the bus already.
Hollye, I can't make this stuff up.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Look at Cartoon Network Be Progressive
Justice League Unlimited on Cartoon Network just started by showing a mixed couple (BM, WM)climbing up a mesa in Nevada. Of course, they immediately ate it - sucked into some mechanical, parasite-mass type thing that can replicate using any substance (Stargate Replicators, anyone?).
Maybe Bruce Wayne and Supes will figure out a way to re-form them by the end of the episode - but I ain't holdin' out hope.
Maybe Bruce Wayne and Supes will figure out a way to re-form them by the end of the episode - but I ain't holdin' out hope.
I'm beginning to understand how New York winters drive people crazy.
It's not really through sheer intensity (though it can, on occasion, impress that way to).
It's through ridiculous longevity.
It's almost the second week of March, and we're still getting consecutive days of snow.
Not a lot, but...
It's like water torture...with snow.
Here comes the snow again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion...
It's not really through sheer intensity (though it can, on occasion, impress that way to).
It's through ridiculous longevity.
It's almost the second week of March, and we're still getting consecutive days of snow.
Not a lot, but...
It's like water torture...with snow.
Here comes the snow again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion...
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
So, I'm starting yet another week off wack...
Was late to a meeting (that wouldn't have taken place on time anyway; still, me and tardiness MUST un-acquaint ourselves).
Didn't manage to yank my largess out of bed until 2pm today.
Just realized that, for at least the past few days, I've been handing out resumes that don't have any contact info on it.
In other news, this actually happened to me:
I was walking down a stairwell at the 14th St. orange line stop. I stopped halfway down to rethink getting on the subway. While I was in thought, a gentleman enters the stairwell and says:
"Yo, look out man. Watchya back, man, I gotta go."
And he begins urinating in the stairwell.
In one of those blissful hour-long 3 millisecond moments that we have where we realize what someone is doing/saying, it occurred to me to vacate. I think I did so in time to avoid splatter. Said gentleman did not appear to be homeless or particularly unstable.
So, New Yorkers really do treat the subway like a toilet.
Ingenious, I tell you. Ingenious.
Didn't manage to yank my largess out of bed until 2pm today.
Just realized that, for at least the past few days, I've been handing out resumes that don't have any contact info on it.
In other news, this actually happened to me:
I was walking down a stairwell at the 14th St. orange line stop. I stopped halfway down to rethink getting on the subway. While I was in thought, a gentleman enters the stairwell and says:
"Yo, look out man. Watchya back, man, I gotta go."
And he begins urinating in the stairwell.
In one of those blissful hour-long 3 millisecond moments that we have where we realize what someone is doing/saying, it occurred to me to vacate. I think I did so in time to avoid splatter. Said gentleman did not appear to be homeless or particularly unstable.
So, New Yorkers really do treat the subway like a toilet.
Ingenious, I tell you. Ingenious.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
cable PUBLIC ACCESS channel, Time Warner Staten Island
12a eastern
I'm flipping through the channels when I see a woman completely naked jiggling around a stage. Jaw agape, another comes out, of color. At some point I see on the backdrop that this is some sort of "Ms. Black Nude" contest. I hit "info" on the cable box and it tells me "Industrial Television". I've watched this show before and flip back and forth a few times trying to see if the title is wrong. I've seen these little goofy looking wet T-shirt contests on one of these access channels before, but NOTHING like this. While back on the station trying to figure out what the hell is going on, two white men in black face and babble in what is, at best, the worst depiction of black dialect I've ever heard.
Then they show an old Looney Tunes episode featuring a jungle bunny stereotype.
Then they show an abridged version of a movie that seems basically to be about a Black Panther-type group starring a young Billie Dee Williams... and containing a love scene that features yet another nude black woman (got pissed off and changed it, turned back).
Then:
- a Cool Whip commercial featuring Bookman from Good Times
- a Crest commercial with a Black professor and his two sons
Next movie: "Way of the Black Dragon" - again the intro featuring to white men in blackface (speaking a pidgin' that I've never heard emanate from the mouths of black folk), except now they're wearing chinaman eye glasses - certainly hate to leave out a minority group.
Next movie: a silent movie having something to do with a trading post in Central Africa, which means, of course, more naked Black women. In the event I need to clarify: this had nothing to do with anything that actually takes place in Africa, it was just early film era masturbatory material.
And to finish: a "burlesque" film of a black woman.
So.... should I be upset?
12a eastern
I'm flipping through the channels when I see a woman completely naked jiggling around a stage. Jaw agape, another comes out, of color. At some point I see on the backdrop that this is some sort of "Ms. Black Nude" contest. I hit "info" on the cable box and it tells me "Industrial Television". I've watched this show before and flip back and forth a few times trying to see if the title is wrong. I've seen these little goofy looking wet T-shirt contests on one of these access channels before, but NOTHING like this. While back on the station trying to figure out what the hell is going on, two white men in black face and babble in what is, at best, the worst depiction of black dialect I've ever heard.
Then they show an old Looney Tunes episode featuring a jungle bunny stereotype.
Then they show an abridged version of a movie that seems basically to be about a Black Panther-type group starring a young Billie Dee Williams... and containing a love scene that features yet another nude black woman (got pissed off and changed it, turned back).
Then:
- a Cool Whip commercial featuring Bookman from Good Times
- a Crest commercial with a Black professor and his two sons
Next movie: "Way of the Black Dragon" - again the intro featuring to white men in blackface (speaking a pidgin' that I've never heard emanate from the mouths of black folk), except now they're wearing chinaman eye glasses - certainly hate to leave out a minority group.
Next movie: a silent movie having something to do with a trading post in Central Africa, which means, of course, more naked Black women. In the event I need to clarify: this had nothing to do with anything that actually takes place in Africa, it was just early film era masturbatory material.
And to finish: a "burlesque" film of a black woman.
So.... should I be upset?
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
As though "American Idol" wasn't already annoying enough, now there's LL.
(sigh)
In other news, a make-up artist working on Jimmy Kimmel's show has alleged that Snoop and his boys messed her up with spiked champagne and gang-raped her. He's suing for extortion. Look this up on the internet. The story gets pretty deep with the details of her allegations.
(sigh)
In other news, a make-up artist working on Jimmy Kimmel's show has alleged that Snoop and his boys messed her up with spiked champagne and gang-raped her. He's suing for extortion. Look this up on the internet. The story gets pretty deep with the details of her allegations.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Mere moments ago did I realize that the Black doctor that gets cut in half in The Omen II is none other than Meshach Taylor.
Damien... that little scamp.
Damien... that little scamp.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
As of yet, I've never completed a show with the feeling that I would repeat a production with all the same people involved. Often, I'm running headlong for the door.
Lemme guess: that says more about me than the stuff I've done. Right?
That may be a slight exaggeration....
I guess it could just be the throbbing pain going down the left side of my cranium talking.
Lemme guess: that says more about me than the stuff I've done. Right?
That may be a slight exaggeration....
I guess it could just be the throbbing pain going down the left side of my cranium talking.
Friday, January 21, 2005
innocent eyes?
I helped out as a reader for the class taught by one of the major casting directors in town last night. She was having her class read Dave Chappelle and I was reading - you guessed - Dave Chappelle (insert black actor here).
She stated that she felt part of the attraction with Chappelle is that he has these "innocent eyes", so he can say these outrageous things and you don't hold it against him.
Okay...
Well, each student was doing a practice screen test, and at the end the the teacher/CD had me do one. Afterward, a student made basically the same comment about me as the teacher made about Chappelle.
So I have "innocent eyes"..... then why do I keep scaring white women and small children when i walk down the street?
She stated that she felt part of the attraction with Chappelle is that he has these "innocent eyes", so he can say these outrageous things and you don't hold it against him.
Okay...
Well, each student was doing a practice screen test, and at the end the the teacher/CD had me do one. Afterward, a student made basically the same comment about me as the teacher made about Chappelle.
So I have "innocent eyes"..... then why do I keep scaring white women and small children when i walk down the street?
And you know what else? Headshots suck.
You HAVE to get 100 shots at $1 each. "They can't print just 50"? What? And digital retouching is $35 PER shot retouched - for like 5 minutes of work. And that's a deal? My stretch-marked ass that's a deal...
I'm supposed to by auditioning for the Barbershop TV series. We'll see how that goes.
If today isn't a better day, I'm gonna catch a brain tumor trying to keep from snapping at somebody.
You HAVE to get 100 shots at $1 each. "They can't print just 50"? What? And digital retouching is $35 PER shot retouched - for like 5 minutes of work. And that's a deal? My stretch-marked ass that's a deal...
I'm supposed to by auditioning for the Barbershop TV series. We'll see how that goes.
If today isn't a better day, I'm gonna catch a brain tumor trying to keep from snapping at somebody.
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ike them, and I'm mad 'cuz I don't thin
k they like me,and I don't know if I sh
ould say something 'cuz I gotta see the
m on a regular basis for a while, but i
f I don't say something then gonna feel
stupid for not saying something........
uh.
yeah.
nt to like me, who I think they don't l
ike,who I'm not sure whether or not I l
ike them, and I'm mad 'cuz I don't thin
k they like me,and I don't know if I sh
ould say something 'cuz I gotta see the
m on a regular basis for a while, but i
f I don't say something then gonna feel
stupid for not saying something........
uh.
yeah.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Don't go to the Park in New York at night
Alright, I think I've finally healed enough to tell this story...
Back in December, I was going to a poetry reading in Harlem (I'm trying to do a better job of fulfilling my duties as an artsy Negro). I got there early and decided to walk down 125th. Particularly if you live somewhere that doesn't have much in the way of a black population, 125 on a Saturday is amazing, maybe even surreal. You walk down the street and see nothing but black faces go in and out of stores that are being managed by and employing mostly black faces. You see philosophical and religious debate going on the street as the 12 Tribes, NOI, (insert your favorite religious/political/separatist group here), etc. continue to try to save black folk from themselves and the occasional passerby challenges their particular doctrine. You walk past black sheets covered in stacks of the newest CD's @ 2 for $5 or 5 for $10 and two week old movies already on DVD (sometimes it's hard for an actor to fight the temptation...). You may also see groups of 12-yr-old boys up against store walls for trying to steal (out of need for recreation). I really had to make sure that I was awake when I looked up at St. Nicholas and realized that Michael Bivens was crossing in front of me (personally, I would've gone into hiding after Hootie Mac).
The reading was taking place at a new culture store that was right next to the National Black Theater (that has a façade that should be considered as one of NYC's must see statues). Down from that I noticed a large structure that I decided to investigate. I go down to it and realized that it was the swim center in the middle of Marcus Garvey Park. I decided to explore around the park to kill time before the reading. Now, at this point it's about 6:30 in the pm, and it's fall so it's already nighttime dark in the city. I walked a little and found a path leading up a round the swim center, so I checked that out. While looking at the swim center, I see this baby carriage just sitting on the path ahead. This is where things begin to get "interesting". I see this carriage and think, "I should check this out to make sure that something hasn't happened. The carriage is up that path toward a less lit part of the park. Up ahead toward the left is this cat that appears so talking on a cellphone - and there's nobody but us there. So, I go a little closer to this carriage and decide that people in New York consider strollers disposable and leave it alone. I've also decided that old dude on the phone ain't interested in me. There's some steps leading up this rock hill type situation, and I decide to investigate that. Thinking that it's a path that I'd already been on when I was in Harlem before I kept heading up. However, I realized that it wasn't the path I thought when it ended at this big plaza with a VERY few lights.
I didn't see anybody there and I thought, wow, as out of the way and unlit as this is I'm surprised there aren't people up here doing things that they shouldn't. Across from me I could see a ledge and headed toward that. On my way I realized that there were four or five people about 50 yards off to my left. There were no big groups and I thought they were just couple standing around and some others scattered around, though the spider sense was still set to alert status. I went to the ledge and looked, it wasn't really high enough to see much other than the park, so I headed back. On my way back, one of the people had crossed and headed to the stairs. I looked back over to the couple and realized that one of them was now kneeling in front of the other. In about 3 milliseconds, it occurred to me that this might be the place the crackheads service johns at, and I decided to move faster. On my way down the stairs, the person that had crossed was standing on the left side. As I passed him, I said wassup. Just as I did so, he turned and I noticed his right hand at about crotch level. I just caught of his jimmy johnson in his hand and finally realized that this was the place that the outdoor freaks came to engage in their public acts of sexual gratification. To make matters more fun, he started coming down the stairs as I was leaving. I got the distinct impression this dude was trying to catch up with me. When I got back down to the street, I quite conspicuously crossed before the intersection, so if I followed me, I knew that he was following me. Instead he crossed to the other side of the street, but heading in the same direction as me. Right before I crossed 125, I glanced over and he seemed to be looking back at me like, "don't tell nobody I was over there".
In summation: don't go to Marcus Garvey park after dark. Unless you want watch people masturbate. In that case, by all means.....
Back in December, I was going to a poetry reading in Harlem (I'm trying to do a better job of fulfilling my duties as an artsy Negro). I got there early and decided to walk down 125th. Particularly if you live somewhere that doesn't have much in the way of a black population, 125 on a Saturday is amazing, maybe even surreal. You walk down the street and see nothing but black faces go in and out of stores that are being managed by and employing mostly black faces. You see philosophical and religious debate going on the street as the 12 Tribes, NOI, (insert your favorite religious/political/separatist group here), etc. continue to try to save black folk from themselves and the occasional passerby challenges their particular doctrine. You walk past black sheets covered in stacks of the newest CD's @ 2 for $5 or 5 for $10 and two week old movies already on DVD (sometimes it's hard for an actor to fight the temptation...). You may also see groups of 12-yr-old boys up against store walls for trying to steal (out of need for recreation). I really had to make sure that I was awake when I looked up at St. Nicholas and realized that Michael Bivens was crossing in front of me (personally, I would've gone into hiding after Hootie Mac).
The reading was taking place at a new culture store that was right next to the National Black Theater (that has a façade that should be considered as one of NYC's must see statues). Down from that I noticed a large structure that I decided to investigate. I go down to it and realized that it was the swim center in the middle of Marcus Garvey Park. I decided to explore around the park to kill time before the reading. Now, at this point it's about 6:30 in the pm, and it's fall so it's already nighttime dark in the city. I walked a little and found a path leading up a round the swim center, so I checked that out. While looking at the swim center, I see this baby carriage just sitting on the path ahead. This is where things begin to get "interesting". I see this carriage and think, "I should check this out to make sure that something hasn't happened. The carriage is up that path toward a less lit part of the park. Up ahead toward the left is this cat that appears so talking on a cellphone - and there's nobody but us there. So, I go a little closer to this carriage and decide that people in New York consider strollers disposable and leave it alone. I've also decided that old dude on the phone ain't interested in me. There's some steps leading up this rock hill type situation, and I decide to investigate that. Thinking that it's a path that I'd already been on when I was in Harlem before I kept heading up. However, I realized that it wasn't the path I thought when it ended at this big plaza with a VERY few lights.
I didn't see anybody there and I thought, wow, as out of the way and unlit as this is I'm surprised there aren't people up here doing things that they shouldn't. Across from me I could see a ledge and headed toward that. On my way I realized that there were four or five people about 50 yards off to my left. There were no big groups and I thought they were just couple standing around and some others scattered around, though the spider sense was still set to alert status. I went to the ledge and looked, it wasn't really high enough to see much other than the park, so I headed back. On my way back, one of the people had crossed and headed to the stairs. I looked back over to the couple and realized that one of them was now kneeling in front of the other. In about 3 milliseconds, it occurred to me that this might be the place the crackheads service johns at, and I decided to move faster. On my way down the stairs, the person that had crossed was standing on the left side. As I passed him, I said wassup. Just as I did so, he turned and I noticed his right hand at about crotch level. I just caught of his jimmy johnson in his hand and finally realized that this was the place that the outdoor freaks came to engage in their public acts of sexual gratification. To make matters more fun, he started coming down the stairs as I was leaving. I got the distinct impression this dude was trying to catch up with me. When I got back down to the street, I quite conspicuously crossed before the intersection, so if I followed me, I knew that he was following me. Instead he crossed to the other side of the street, but heading in the same direction as me. Right before I crossed 125, I glanced over and he seemed to be looking back at me like, "don't tell nobody I was over there".
In summation: don't go to Marcus Garvey park after dark. Unless you want watch people masturbate. In that case, by all means.....
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Pretty Sky
I don't know if many people know, but NYC is on the coast and, therefore, provides opportunities to see some amazing sunsets. I just happened to get home to get on the boat in time to see one today. The sky was glowing with this red/purple blaze right behind the Statue. Particularly impressive since the rest of the day was completely grey, wet, and windy.
I may just get a camera phone yet...
I may just get a camera phone yet...
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
My shoo 'sploded...
On my way to see about making some money wit UPS yesterday (aka: hustlin'), and I noticed my foot was feeling cold. Said to myself, "dag, I guess I shoulda worn the rain shoes" (cuz it was wet, not rainin' but wet). Then I realized it was only one foot that was moist.
I turned my foot over to check my shoe and it smiled back at me - the sole was cracked all the way from port to starboard. To make matters more fun, I had to go puddle-trudging around Canarsie for two more hours since the hayride known as the L train took an hour to get me from the Broadway Junction stop to 105th (me missing a stop was included in that, still...).
So I have to go buy some new shoes today. AND the UPS crap turned out to be for naught.
'Scuse me while I go ho.
I turned my foot over to check my shoe and it smiled back at me - the sole was cracked all the way from port to starboard. To make matters more fun, I had to go puddle-trudging around Canarsie for two more hours since the hayride known as the L train took an hour to get me from the Broadway Junction stop to 105th (me missing a stop was included in that, still...).
So I have to go buy some new shoes today. AND the UPS crap turned out to be for naught.
'Scuse me while I go ho.
Saturday, December 04, 2004
I have not words to communicate how much I despise Fox News
An exchange between Neil Cavuto and some Token Blond Woman on "Cavuto on Business" during Fox's "The Cost of Freedom Block":
NC: "Who names their son 'Kojo' anyway"
TBW: "Somebody named 'Kofi'"
I find that FAR more offensive than the C. Rice cartoon below.
You just don't know.
You just don't know...
NC: "Who names their son 'Kojo' anyway"
TBW: "Somebody named 'Kofi'"
I find that FAR more offensive than the C. Rice cartoon below.
You just don't know.
You just don't know...
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Tag Team started southern hip-hop?
So, I'm watching one of VH-1's little best-of/worst-of lists (their version of reality TV shows - cheap and quick). This particular iteration is "100 greatest one hit wonders".
They get to number 97 and it's Tag Teams classic whoomp there it is (the lack of capitalization is very on purpose). During its heyday, and about 4 years afterward, I would refuse to remain within earshot of this song. I never liked it. I admit to having liked ice, ice baby when I was little (I came to my senses later). I, however, have recognized the utter garbageness of Tag Team’s little moneymaker as soon as it came out (if only more others had as well...).
Now, after a decade, it rings merely innocuous - so I let the channel stay on while I browsed the Internet. During this segment, a requisite Negro woman named Danyel Smith was recruited to give insight into why this song was ever so great. Her first insight was that the great thing about it was that, no matter who you are, when you heard the song you had to dance (or leave swearing as was the case with me). Lastly this genius declared that current down south rappers should recognize Tag Team as one of the founders of southern hip hop!!!
WHAT?!?!
First of damn all, I'm fairly certain the Geto Boys had gotten things underway for southern hip hop a couple of years prior to the release of this little ditty. OutKast, if I'm not mistaken, released a little collection of songs around '92 or so. Plus, I didn't realize that whoomp, such and so forth was hip-hop. I thought it was a party song or that it came under the special category of southeast bass music!? If it counts as hip hop, then 2live Crew spoke for the South since the late 80's (yes, Danyel, Florida is located in the South, though I hope beyond hope that 2live crew does not speak for hip-hop).
Stupid commentary makes me tired. It's my fault for turning on the tv.
BTW: 95 South's version was better. Well, it hit harder anyway. I'm not sure that modifiers with positive connotations can really be applied here...
They get to number 97 and it's Tag Teams classic whoomp there it is (the lack of capitalization is very on purpose). During its heyday, and about 4 years afterward, I would refuse to remain within earshot of this song. I never liked it. I admit to having liked ice, ice baby when I was little (I came to my senses later). I, however, have recognized the utter garbageness of Tag Team’s little moneymaker as soon as it came out (if only more others had as well...).
Now, after a decade, it rings merely innocuous - so I let the channel stay on while I browsed the Internet. During this segment, a requisite Negro woman named Danyel Smith was recruited to give insight into why this song was ever so great. Her first insight was that the great thing about it was that, no matter who you are, when you heard the song you had to dance (or leave swearing as was the case with me). Lastly this genius declared that current down south rappers should recognize Tag Team as one of the founders of southern hip hop!!!
WHAT?!?!
First of damn all, I'm fairly certain the Geto Boys had gotten things underway for southern hip hop a couple of years prior to the release of this little ditty. OutKast, if I'm not mistaken, released a little collection of songs around '92 or so. Plus, I didn't realize that whoomp, such and so forth was hip-hop. I thought it was a party song or that it came under the special category of southeast bass music!? If it counts as hip hop, then 2live Crew spoke for the South since the late 80's (yes, Danyel, Florida is located in the South, though I hope beyond hope that 2live crew does not speak for hip-hop).
Stupid commentary makes me tired. It's my fault for turning on the tv.
BTW: 95 South's version was better. Well, it hit harder anyway. I'm not sure that modifiers with positive connotations can really be applied here...
Monday, November 22, 2004
What's wrong with this picture....
Below is a political cartoon. Please read the whole thing and give your immediate reaction by clicking on Comment.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
The Once.... and Only Once Child of Destiny
Michelle has solidified her place as the next former Destiny's chile...
I know there's still two people who haven't seen it, so click here for the evidence.
Notice the look on Kelly's face: she seen this before and is again glad it ain't her....
BTW: With straight hair Beyonce looks like Nicole Richie. Kelly just looks like she'll do whatever she's told...
I know there's still two people who haven't seen it, so click here for the evidence.
Notice the look on Kelly's face: she seen this before and is again glad it ain't her....
BTW: With straight hair Beyonce looks like Nicole Richie. Kelly just looks like she'll do whatever she's told...
Monday, November 15, 2004
Roxanne Shante became a doctor??!?!
The below is signature from the Okayplayer.com message boards (billyshakespeare). I've GOT to verify this. If true, why the hell hadn't I heard this (C. Powell commentrary to come later).
“Um when I decided that I no longer, when Roxanne Shante no longer wanted to make records…I signed with Warner Elektra Atlantic…and part of my contract, they put like what they called a bonus clause, was that they would pay for my education because I was so young. So they felt like ’Ohhhh yeah throw it in there, I mean come on, she’s 15. She’s already had a baby. You know she’s probably just gonna go back and get a GED if anything.’ And I recalled that, I remembered, and I said you know what, I’m going to school. And every body was like ‘All Shante, don’t do that right now. You’re at the peak of your career. You shouldn’t leave. You’re really popular…If you leave now people gone forget about you da da da.’ I said, good I want them to forget about me because I’m gonna forget about them. So I left.
So now they said, ‘where you gonna go to school’, I told them and they said ‘okay fine, go.’ Cuz they figured I would do one semester and it would get too hard, and I would eventually leave. And I SOCKED it to em, PhD!! Went all the way to Cornell Medical. And what they started doing is, they started actually sending me letters like ‘Well how long, when is your expected date to stop pursuing your education.’ Because they knew that they could not withdraw the clause
So they figured that I would, you know and I socked it to them. I socked it to them for over $175,000 worth of education.
Who needs a royalty check!!!”
Corparate Amerikkka is trying to kill you. Slowly.
If only they could formulate a chocolate that would solidify around it while it was still hot, it would be the perfect self induced death.
Click here to see it.
Click here to see it.
New Blog design
You'll notice things look different... I wanted to let people be able to post comments and I need to do some work on my (semi) custom design to allow that.
So, yeah, I'm working on that. In the meantime enjoy this template provided by Blogger. I don't like using someone else's design, so I will probably be switching it often until my design is working.
Lastly, look for a new open blog to which anyone can publish anything they want. It was originally going to be a poetry thing, but I don't want people to feel they can't participate because they "don't write poetry".
Anyway, have fun commenting on all those old messages.
peace
So, yeah, I'm working on that. In the meantime enjoy this template provided by Blogger. I don't like using someone else's design, so I will probably be switching it often until my design is working.
Lastly, look for a new open blog to which anyone can publish anything they want. It was originally going to be a poetry thing, but I don't want people to feel they can't participate because they "don't write poetry".
Anyway, have fun commenting on all those old messages.
peace
Sunday, November 14, 2004
I hate losing stuff
I'm currently moping over losing one of my SD cards (small memory card about the size of a postage stamp - a GLORIOUS little piece of technology, it is) and how junky my little room as I try to find it. I swear it was right here on the computer desk next to my monitor. I'm confident my roomate’s small ball of chew (aka West Highland terrier) hasn't gotten to it. If he has - well, somebody's going to be moving....
I'm currently toying with the idea of starting a blog that people can post poetry to. I've just got to figure out how people but "reply to" boxes on their sites.... if you know how to do this, feel free to clue me in: cwalkerjr@juno.com.
BTW: I'm an actor. Somebody please cast me. I need attention.
UPDATE -
The SD card was found in my roomates room. It was only indirectly the dog's fault.
I'm currently toying with the idea of starting a blog that people can post poetry to. I've just got to figure out how people but "reply to" boxes on their sites.... if you know how to do this, feel free to clue me in: cwalkerjr@juno.com.
BTW: I'm an actor. Somebody please cast me. I need attention.
UPDATE -
The SD card was found in my roomates room. It was only indirectly the dog's fault.
AND
I've been cast in my first play in New York. It's only two nights and about 30 minutes, but it's something.
I've been cast in my first play in New York. It's only two nights and about 30 minutes, but it's something.
Monday, November 08, 2004
I love De La Soul
Ok, so I only found out that latest De La album was out two days after it was released - a travesty.
I went and got it today - Disc-o-Rama on W. 4th neat 6th ave.... $10.89 for a brand new album. Don't take much thought, now does it.
I love De La Soul
The album is called the Grind Date. The liner is a calendar. It even has a hole punched so you can hang it. De La is the hip-hop G.O.A.T.
I love De La Soul.
I went and got it today - Disc-o-Rama on W. 4th neat 6th ave.... $10.89 for a brand new album. Don't take much thought, now does it.
I love De La Soul
The album is called the Grind Date. The liner is a calendar. It even has a hole punched so you can hang it. De La is the hip-hop G.O.A.T.
I love De La Soul.
Friday, November 05, 2004
Um. They changed the name. Get it right.
Did you know that Bombay, India has officially been renamed Mumbai - yet certain large American (New York Times/Los Angeles Times) media outlets continue to refer to it by the former name?
Of course I prefer to refer to the current American president by his proper name, Grand Ruler Richard Cheney.
So, like, whatever. Right?
Of course I prefer to refer to the current American president by his proper name, Grand Ruler Richard Cheney.
So, like, whatever. Right?
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Yay nature
On the way home on the boat yesterday, there was a HUGE, orange harvest moon hanging between Manhattan & Brooklyn. It was so low on the horizon, it looked like somebody'd erected a giant glowing pumpkin on the side of the Manhattan Bridge.
Too bad I had no camera...
Too bad I had no camera...
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Friday, October 29, 2004
STARTLING NEWS FROM THE NBA:
The Utah Jazz have finally redesigned their uniforms. Apparently, Salt Lake City is finally coming to grips with the fact their favoritest negro ever and the greatest of the great white hopes in the NBA have moved on...
Sunday, October 17, 2004
pullupyadampants
I was getting on the boat the other day and saw what must be a world record for the lowest hanging britches ever.
Little dude in front of me was wearing a dashing Roca Wear ensemble, and the crotch of his pants was quite literally down to his ankles.
Do not misunderstand, I am very much a proponent of comfortably loose pants. I, however, have a test: if you pull your shirt above your waist and more than the waistband of your drawers are showing (assuming they're not pulled above your navel), then you apparently need a size smaller.
Other indicators that your breeches may have too much sag:
When wearing your light colored pants, you step onto curbs tentatively because you're worried about sullying the seat of them causing the young ladies to mistakenly think that you've soiled yourself.
You can't walk over 1-liter Coke(c) bottle without knocking it over.
People in the fashion district keep asking who designed your denim sarong...
Other indicators that your breeches may have too much sag:
When wearing your light colored pants, you step onto curbs tentatively because you're worried about sullying the seat of them causing the young ladies to mistakenly think that you've soiled yourself.
You can't walk over 1-liter Coke(c) bottle without knocking it over.
People in the fashion district keep asking who designed your denim sarong...
These NYC cats take sag to a whole other (ridiculous) level.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
My first official hang-out night in NYC
I've now officially "hung-out" in "The City".
After chatting with a former UT'er and his friends and then going to Junior's with another, I went to my roommate's girlfriend's birthday celebration (that was a long sentence...).
I took the boat back and rode home with two of the guests from the party. On the ride home, I was just getting out of the car when a strange, gurgly burp came from the rider in the back seat. We checked to see if he was OK because this young man had had a good few drinks. He said he was all right. I then caught a whiff of something slightly alcohol based with just a hint of digestive fluid. In the next second the back door was opening and the gentleman was quite calmly throwing up quite an amount of liquor.
I can't fathom the idea of voluntarily taking part in an activity after which it is fairly likely that I will vomit. That seems as though it would cause problems when chatting up the ladies. This is why I don't drink.
Of course, the image of me chatting to women at the bar would probably be a mite humorous to most who know me....
'Twas an interesting day indeed
After chatting with a former UT'er and his friends and then going to Junior's with another, I went to my roommate's girlfriend's birthday celebration (that was a long sentence...).
I took the boat back and rode home with two of the guests from the party. On the ride home, I was just getting out of the car when a strange, gurgly burp came from the rider in the back seat. We checked to see if he was OK because this young man had had a good few drinks. He said he was all right. I then caught a whiff of something slightly alcohol based with just a hint of digestive fluid. In the next second the back door was opening and the gentleman was quite calmly throwing up quite an amount of liquor.
I can't fathom the idea of voluntarily taking part in an activity after which it is fairly likely that I will vomit. That seems as though it would cause problems when chatting up the ladies. This is why I don't drink.
Of course, the image of me chatting to women at the bar would probably be a mite humorous to most who know me....
'Twas an interesting day indeed
Friday, October 01, 2004
Friday, September 24, 2004
Only 2 months in and Things Are Already getting Freudian
So...
I had a non-successful audition for a part on a pilot (that I wasn't really right for yet still managed to get enthusiastic about) yesterday. I was feeling a mite fretful after it, so I came on back to the apartment and decided to get a couple of hours of sleep that may have done me some good prior to the audition.
I drank a ginger beer (that's not alcohol, Dad, calm down) and passed out. I then proceeded to have a dream where I had a chance meeting with Danny Glover and he told me to get in contact with his production company.
Wow...nothing like subconscious desperation.
Another way the world should change:
There should be a rule that an auditioner should not be allowed to end an audition with the phrase "see you later". It gives the chanceless actor something to hang a false hope on when they need to get focused on not sucking at the next audition.
I had a non-successful audition for a part on a pilot (that I wasn't really right for yet still managed to get enthusiastic about) yesterday. I was feeling a mite fretful after it, so I came on back to the apartment and decided to get a couple of hours of sleep that may have done me some good prior to the audition.
I drank a ginger beer (that's not alcohol, Dad, calm down) and passed out. I then proceeded to have a dream where I had a chance meeting with Danny Glover and he told me to get in contact with his production company.
Wow...nothing like subconscious desperation.
Another way the world should change:
There should be a rule that an auditioner should not be allowed to end an audition with the phrase "see you later". It gives the chanceless actor something to hang a false hope on when they need to get focused on not sucking at the next audition.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
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