Black Woman

•10 April 2010 • 5 Comments

Why don’t black men date/marry more black women? Why are black men marrying white women at a rate of 32% in California? And why won’t black women branch of into dating other races as willingly as their male counterparts? The subject came up on Facebook and got pretty intense. I felt everybody needs to hear what I said about it.

Black women are goddesses. And I really can’t see why a black man would want anything less. Yes I said less. Black women have been raped, devalued, and neglected as a whole since the first slave ship crossed the Atlantic. And the black men who were their kings and princes have consistently rewarded their loyalty with more neglect and indifference. The strength it must take to watch your husbands, fathers, brothers, and sons humiliated and stripped of their glory and still see the god that dwells in them; still give their life for that man’s seed after he leaves her for a lighter, more “beautiful” woman. Continue reading ‘Black Woman’

How To Make It In America [HBO]

•9 February 2010 • Leave a Comment

With an east-coast Entourage feel, this new series on HBO about 2 guys making names for themselves is looking like solid gold. And HBO is being “super-legit” [that's a Chazi term] about the first episode, airing it in its entirety through Youtube a week before it airs on Feb. 14th. Thanks for the freebe HBO. This series might turn out to be my next big crush.

Timelapse Painting Yeah – Pat Perry

•8 January 2010 • 1 Comment

Lets pretend i’ve been posting regularly and that i haven’t missed a beat at all.

i came across this video while checking my Society6 studio earlier tonight [new sketches to be uploaded soon]. i love the uses of primary colors. check it out. and support Pat Perry.


Smooth

•5 August 2009 • Leave a Comment

Simply because I can…

F[Your]L

•3 August 2009 • Leave a Comment

wtf!?

Most of us all know what it feels like to mess up. We’ve all made a decision, at least once, that, once final, is immediately recognized as a life changing mistake. Had you come to that realization maybe 3 hours earlier, the story would be different. It would be a story you tell at BBQ’s with friends or family dinners. Instead, you went ahead and made a fool of yourself. Half the time, you can take solace in the fact that you were the only fool, however lonely that may feel. Sure it was a stupid mistake, but no one was hurt in the process.

There are, however, instances in which the innocent are the victims- and it was your mistake that brought them suffering. I have made one such mistake. Not my first of this kind, but certainly of the largest scale, by far. How I wish I could take this burden from them. After all, the bottom line remains clear: I brought them into this mess. Of course reason would say that they had a choice too; that, although it was at my urging, they made a costly mistake as well. But I cannot escape the bare truth: it was I that lead them to disaster.

How does one resolve such a situation? When you have completely changed the landscape of someones future, and you are powerless to fix it, how do you make amends? Words don’t rebuild lives.

Coldplay – Strawberry Swing | Video

•22 July 2009 • Leave a Comment

this blew my mind. animated video done entirely in sidewalk chalk on a street. wow. talk about patience.

the MoonLight Train

•21 July 2009 • 1 Comment

Yeah… so its been awhile… again.time to play catch up.

I went to Berkeley for a week during my 3 week summer break. never before have i enjoyed sleeping so much. of course the sole reason for my trip was the wonderful Chazi. she took me to SF, where we rode the ferry to Sausalito and toured the Dr. Suess art gallery, napped in the park under a crystal clear blue sky, and watched as the Bay area’s signature fog enveloped the island just as we were leaving.

the adventure continued at the Rose Garden with Casey the English major and Isa the “Film Studies major” [who i believe was a flower in her past life] as we blew bubbles, laid beneath big trees, doodled on benches with sidewalk chalk, and the conquered the Concrete Slide [Casey is nut-so for going down head first haha]. i was reminded that day that a clear blue sky viewed thru the breaks in the sunlit leaves of green was among life’s many simple masterpieces.

the Berkeley foothill had much to offer. from the $5 pizza at Fat Slice, to the $10 junk and jewelery hawked by the bums and “Buddhists” on Telegraph, even the iTunes-sized library of music on file at Rasputin’s, there is something for everyone. I’m sure one day I’ll try to soak it all in. no doubt it would be easier if my mind wasn’t preoccupied with one Chazi. it amazed me to find that an hour in her company could change the complexion of an entire day. from her silly mannerisms and habits [like rambling on and on at the speed of light about stick bugs and biology] to little things she does that make me smile [like squeezing my hand at random moments while we walk down the street], she is seems to define happiness with her existence.

chazi

not sure where this train is going. but i know i’m enjoying the ride.

 
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