A lie

is a curse...

A curse broken only with the truth.

The longer the duration the lie has existed,
the more insistent one must be with the truth.

A lie is a cancer.
The truth is a healer.

Lower your pride,
raise your voice.

Beckon, "send me a healer!

Lord, send me a healer..."

Ari's Eyes - Victor Wooten

Ari's Eyes - Victor Wooten Bass Day 2002: http://youtu.be/3mBfTe9owUw

"When I die..

...you better second-line."




(kermitruffins)

Senility

I just put an empty mug in the microwave on high for 1 minute, 15 seconds.

(sigh)

The chin wins again

Me: (walking into joint)

Dude: slightly wide-eyed look

Me: quick-Nodding recognition, looking away

Dude: Dude!

Me: thinking this must be a tv recognition moment

Dude: Nice beard!

Me: (moment of recognition)

Me: Thanks.

Twice this past week, I was complimented on my beard.

Kinda knew what was coming. That's not a completely rare occurrence. Y'all young boys need to step your beard game up.

Last night I was told, "you're a good leader".

That's something I've thought I'm not very good at, but kinda wanted to be and thought was an ability I'd not claimed.

(fear)

It was the first time that's been said to me. I didn't even realize that I was "leading".

Maybe that's the best kind of leadership.

Or just the kind that works for me.

Say cheese

I just had my first "I have to take your picture " actor recognition experience.

Interesting.

And I didn't even run away.

Just overheard outside the Vanderbilt

"...'cuz he a limp-dicked fag - and no disrespect to gay people..."

I just played "Flava in Ya Ear"...

and I think I'm reliving that moment when I realized I don't like "Wild
Thing".

(as in Tone-Loc)

Histry

I just saw a man limping the wrong way down the 8th ave bike path wearing a SWAC championship shirt with GSU on the right.

We are currently a marginal Division III team.

And that doesn't completely bother me.

My philosophical opposition has begun overtaking my interest/enthusiasm.

Not that I no longer cut for the home team,

I'm just more concerned about the home team doing something more important than touchdowns and shallow state hubris. 


I think.

Formality

One day...

If you are looking

(observant),

you may see a man,

walking casually,

with locked tresses so long that he has to hold them draped over a bent arm:

like a royal or noble keeping the tails of his robes out of the dust.

Plumage

Today I was told my beard looks fake. Earlier this week (or last?) I was asked if I dyed it ("really, it's jet black?).

And yet, I come from them red-haired sometimes red-toned folk... 

Yo soy

muy, MUY,

full of isht.

confused.

thoroughly.

Sitting in the courtyard of the library

on an ever less-seasonally cool Saturday afternoon...

after several minutes of power nap...

reading a couple chapters of Burroughs (with his overwrought ass)...

may not be "everything".

Today, however,

it is enough.

I am currently

listening to the Yancey Boys page on Soundlcoud after having learned
that the verse that I always thought was Baatin in "Raise It Up" is
actually J and now understanding why Kweli said that Dilla was one of
the greatest triple threats ever.

And, no, that wasn't a run-on sentence. :-P

In other Kweli news: Don Lemon has apparently solidified himself as The
New Symbolic Tom not long after Jesse reasserted his lack of relevance.

Funny thing about uprisings and movements...funny how they tend to reveal the
the old, the new, the malleable, the stagnant, the quick, the dead, the
growing, the inert.

If I was smart and ambitious, I would be blogging long and hard about
Ferguson and letting everybody in the world know and going there and
sticking my face in front of cameras and talking opinionating,

but I'm only half of those two things only half of the time so.

Yeah. Happy End-Of-Summer.

;-#

"Create no images of God.

Accept the images that God has provided. They are everywhere, in everything."



EARTHSEED: THE BOOKS OF THE LIVING

One Self - "hollow human beings"

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HqEYvcG63yg

I was just approached by a stranger

on her phone while in Soho Park asking  whether I'd been on a certain tv program. She apologized. It was only slightly weird.

I'm pretty sure

I no longer feel strongly about anything...

Not about anything that matters or is permanent anyway.