Charles in chaaaaaaaaaarge of our daaaaaaaaaays and our liiiiiiiiiiiiiives......or is is niiiiiiiiiiiiiiights....whatever. Photoshoot for THIS MAN on Friday. I'm working on the concept...the name of the album is the same as the EP...."The Moment of Truth" I can see something GREAT in my mind...but dude is so humble that he doesn't really want to be in the picture....of his OWN ALBUM. NOT ME! LOL if I ever release an album that junk will reek of A2-D2...listening to his song "four-play" now....he's gotten much better since the ep...but this song is still mad disturbing....
anyway.
DAAAAAAG HATE TO HATE TO HATE TO HATE TO HATE TO say it, but dude sounds like Jay on "Kingdom Values"...can I be anymore emphatic while saying DAG?!
DAG.
Iight love,
Scream at me.
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Saturday, October 25, 2003
Clever, Ohio - Milk capital of the cityverse
Okay. I saw Kill Bill. It was sensational. I still think Q.Tarantino is a racist chauvinist, but Googamooga, his broad foreheaded self can sure enough yank a camera around. I enjoyed watching the movie, and didn't want it to stop. But it's not something I'd tell folks to go see. Anyone who doesn't like the movie is simply jealous. It's nothing to be taken seriously. I don't think Q. knows how to be serious. Watching this movie is like laughing with your good-for-nothing class-skipping, substance-abusing-and-they-know-they're-wrong friend who will never go anywhere in life...they can make you laugh, but you never really expect much from them. You know it's racist, you know it's sexist, but it doesn't matter....If a chimp jumped up and called you a nigger, you wouldn't care, because he's a chimp...but he sure can make some funny faces....
Okay.
Okay.
Friday, October 24, 2003
Monday, October 20, 2003
Sita's skin is made of leather.
And that's why I'll use her as an example.
(i'm not angry or upset, so don't' consider this some kind of aggressive attack...merely a commentary based on a recent and relevant happening)
Last night she said that it was sad that I attended a Christian concert.
Fine.
She then proceeded to ask me why I talk more about Jesus on the blog than I do when she and I yell on the phone.
dysfunctional.
we are.
Anyway, that really bothered me.
I don't even know what to say about it.
See, I wasn't/amn't at all offended that she thinks my pastimes are unworthy....
I actually spend every single weekend at a Christian hip hop spot.
It's in my blood.
I think it's one of the most beautiful things I know.
So that didn't bother me...
that's like a stranger walking up to you and laughing at you because you're holding you're girlfriend's hand...
they just get the..."and who are you, again?" look...
but then on another level, Nsa's far from a stranger.
She's like a skin growth that keeps coming back.
Like the mole under my right eye that I've grown to love...
Yet she too, understands me not.
And i'm so far beyond some mtv-stained 1996 desire to be "understood"
But damn, I say.
What kind of comment is that?
What could it have possibly meant?
I see it all around me.
People say things to each other that are so potentially (not even HURTING) but discouraging...
like SHIT, Sita, what would you RATHER have me do with my free time?
Tell me.
and it's so much easier to rebound from hurt than discouragement.
I'm not fishing for an apology.
Everyone's so scared to love and be loved that we wind up doing what we're afraid will be done.
And that's not our heart....
At least I hope it's not.
Things come out of our mouths
I'm sick of this world, and of the way that we treat each other.
Have a good day.
Don't forget to SCREAM.
(i'm not angry or upset, so don't' consider this some kind of aggressive attack...merely a commentary based on a recent and relevant happening)
Last night she said that it was sad that I attended a Christian concert.
Fine.
She then proceeded to ask me why I talk more about Jesus on the blog than I do when she and I yell on the phone.
dysfunctional.
we are.
Anyway, that really bothered me.
I don't even know what to say about it.
See, I wasn't/amn't at all offended that she thinks my pastimes are unworthy....
I actually spend every single weekend at a Christian hip hop spot.
It's in my blood.
I think it's one of the most beautiful things I know.
So that didn't bother me...
that's like a stranger walking up to you and laughing at you because you're holding you're girlfriend's hand...
they just get the..."and who are you, again?" look...
but then on another level, Nsa's far from a stranger.
She's like a skin growth that keeps coming back.
Like the mole under my right eye that I've grown to love...
Yet she too, understands me not.
And i'm so far beyond some mtv-stained 1996 desire to be "understood"
But damn, I say.
What kind of comment is that?
What could it have possibly meant?
I see it all around me.
People say things to each other that are so potentially (not even HURTING) but discouraging...
like SHIT, Sita, what would you RATHER have me do with my free time?
Tell me.
and it's so much easier to rebound from hurt than discouragement.
I'm not fishing for an apology.
Everyone's so scared to love and be loved that we wind up doing what we're afraid will be done.
And that's not our heart....
At least I hope it's not.
Things come out of our mouths
I'm sick of this world, and of the way that we treat each other.
Have a good day.
Don't forget to SCREAM.
Sunday, October 19, 2003
dysfunctional
we are. what else is new?
I just went to a Toby Mac, Souljahz, and Kirk Franklin Concert.
I missed the Souljahz because I wasn't trying to go at all. Then Rick called me screamin at me to come down. (It was just around the corner at TLA on 4th and South). Allow me to explainate.
I don't like Kirk Franklin, and I think that T. Mac tries too hard to be "hip hop"
I went anyway, and I left with a new respect for both of them.
First of all, Toby Mac rocks harder than Stonehenge.
Second of all, Kirk disclosed that "erry'thang ain't gravy."
He said he was abandonned and then adopted by the age of 4.
He was rejected by his church when he had a kid at age 17.
His sister is a crack addict in the pen, and he had a "strong" porn addiction for 18 years.
Say muhfriggin word.
Like I said, I'm addicted to honesty.
Kirk's the man.
Plus DJ MAJ was on the one-duces, so....y'know.
Heard tonight was:
"All my people on this side, SCREAM!"
I just went to a Toby Mac, Souljahz, and Kirk Franklin Concert.
I missed the Souljahz because I wasn't trying to go at all. Then Rick called me screamin at me to come down. (It was just around the corner at TLA on 4th and South). Allow me to explainate.
I don't like Kirk Franklin, and I think that T. Mac tries too hard to be "hip hop"
I went anyway, and I left with a new respect for both of them.
First of all, Toby Mac rocks harder than Stonehenge.
Second of all, Kirk disclosed that "erry'thang ain't gravy."
He said he was abandonned and then adopted by the age of 4.
He was rejected by his church when he had a kid at age 17.
His sister is a crack addict in the pen, and he had a "strong" porn addiction for 18 years.
Say muhfriggin word.
Like I said, I'm addicted to honesty.
Kirk's the man.
Plus DJ MAJ was on the one-duces, so....y'know.
Heard tonight was:
"All my people on this side, SCREAM!"
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Have some. I'll love you.
EIGHT O'CLOCK
Whispering Pines
211 Jericho Turnpike
Old Westbury, NY 11568
EIGHT O'CLOCK
Relax. Breathe Slow.
Whispering Pines
211 Jericho Turnpike
Old Westbury, NY 11568
EIGHT O'CLOCK
Relax. Breathe Slow.
GREY Panthers
The old head panthers have a group of militant old heads.
black heads.
grey panthers.
unite.
black heads.
grey panthers.
unite.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
I feel just this good
My chest feels all warm as if life has never been better...
I'm hard pressed not to jump out of the window and fly around the city giving love.
I don't know why. I don't feel worthy, but I feel SO good right now.
When I usually say this it's sarcastic, but this time I mean it:
It should be against the law to feel this good..
I don't know why, either. I'm stacked behind midterms and projects...
but none of that matters.
Thank you Jesus.
Shout out to the people I love.
Scream.
i love how my young fella flipped this instrumental.
your love.mp3
I'm hard pressed not to jump out of the window and fly around the city giving love.
I don't know why. I don't feel worthy, but I feel SO good right now.
When I usually say this it's sarcastic, but this time I mean it:
It should be against the law to feel this good..
I don't know why, either. I'm stacked behind midterms and projects...
but none of that matters.
Thank you Jesus.
Shout out to the people I love.
Scream.
i love how my young fella flipped this instrumental.
your love.mp3
Friday, October 10, 2003
No Adam for sex
I'm hyped about my current project...It's 95% done. I just have to fill in some empty space over the ending monologue. I'm going to do a montage of video portraits like Spike Lee does...I never try to imitate the man, but in racking my brain, and in a cross critique session we had in class, it occurred to me how great that would be.
Okay...help a brother out.
I have a pint of Ben and Jerry's in front of me...
I'm used to the LOW FAT fudge brownie, but this is FULL fat Chunky Monkey.
I'm eating it to keep one of my appetites satiated so that I won't really think about my other raging appetite.
Also, I can use my meal plan to buy pints of ice cream....thanks TU.
So the assessed damage, whether it's in one sitting or two (anything else would be uncivilized) is
1200 calories, 80 grams of fat....
I'm glad my sister doesn't know about this blog.
She'd yell at me for being so self-conscious.
Speaking of odd behavior for a guy...
I chilled with Marty (a girl) tonight, and it was SO dry.
I made ZERO movements.
Both of us watching tv on a futon..nothing happening...
I was half-willing to 'LET' something happen, but I wasn't about to make the first.
And neither did she. She has a boyfriend "back home", but given her constant flirtations, I was waiting at any moment to have to stand up, pry her off of me, and leave in a righteous fit. That time never came, and everytime she got up for something (she was cooking ribs) I thought she was going to sit back down closer to me....negative. No need to tell me how horrible I am. I know. And unless you know me, you won't fully understand why you've either just read the funniest thing or the saddest thing in your life.
(Yo...1/4 of the pint left....never buying this again...too rich, too much chocolate...and it's DARK chocolate...so I've effectively just INCREASED the psychochemical chances that my thoughts will not be the purest this evening.)
I have a strong desire to see a lot of plays that are out now.
God help me. This whole post feels very gay.
don't worry guys, I'm gonna go scratch myself and whistle at a female.
"Psssst....Red shirt.....Psssst."
Hosana.
*sigh*
Pint finished.
Peace.
Now it's up for you to decide whether I took ridiculously long to post, or whether I'm just a ravenous eater.
Okay...help a brother out.
I have a pint of Ben and Jerry's in front of me...
I'm used to the LOW FAT fudge brownie, but this is FULL fat Chunky Monkey.
I'm eating it to keep one of my appetites satiated so that I won't really think about my other raging appetite.
Also, I can use my meal plan to buy pints of ice cream....thanks TU.
So the assessed damage, whether it's in one sitting or two (anything else would be uncivilized) is
1200 calories, 80 grams of fat....
I'm glad my sister doesn't know about this blog.
She'd yell at me for being so self-conscious.
Speaking of odd behavior for a guy...
I chilled with Marty (a girl) tonight, and it was SO dry.
I made ZERO movements.
Both of us watching tv on a futon..nothing happening...
I was half-willing to 'LET' something happen, but I wasn't about to make the first.
And neither did she. She has a boyfriend "back home", but given her constant flirtations, I was waiting at any moment to have to stand up, pry her off of me, and leave in a righteous fit. That time never came, and everytime she got up for something (she was cooking ribs) I thought she was going to sit back down closer to me....negative. No need to tell me how horrible I am. I know. And unless you know me, you won't fully understand why you've either just read the funniest thing or the saddest thing in your life.
(Yo...1/4 of the pint left....never buying this again...too rich, too much chocolate...and it's DARK chocolate...so I've effectively just INCREASED the psychochemical chances that my thoughts will not be the purest this evening.)
I have a strong desire to see a lot of plays that are out now.
God help me. This whole post feels very gay.
don't worry guys, I'm gonna go scratch myself and whistle at a female.
"Psssst....Red shirt.....Psssst."
Hosana.
*sigh*
Pint finished.
Peace.
Now it's up for you to decide whether I took ridiculously long to post, or whether I'm just a ravenous eater.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Well
uhm the archives are building up. I may bring that back...I just moved them so Adam and Juan upload away. Where it says /usr/www/Stu/netim/ type in your name after netim/ & if it's a really big file just tell me.
Thursday, October 02, 2003
God, God, God....
What would people think about a discussion about God?
I keep meeting people who believe in Jesus, but can't really jibe with traditional APPROACHES to God...
If anyone else has pigeon john's CD' there's a great part that says:
Heh it's kinda risky
When me and friends start drinking whiskey
Now we spinning and grinning and feeling frisky
Throwing bottles out the window like a frisbee
Outside yelling at the stars tipsy
Trying to find God screaming where is he?
Friends grabbing on my sleeves trying to save me
Covering my mouth and thoughts that He gave me
I think it's natural to question God. That's why I always fight with Nsa—because I do give a damn. We don't question stuff that we don't want to believe. I personally don't waste time arguing if I don't care about you. The same way, to me, questioning God and really trying to understand His Love and Grace and Mercy and WRATH...I'm not scared to.
Anyone else?
My point is that God is God. He can take a few shots from us.
The only rule is that instead of trying to invalidate the Bible, we should try to understand why it's true, not whether it is actually true.
That's like saying "feathers float, so gravity's not real."
Because I'm a deconstructionist...which means that any aspect of language can be questioned and therefore every argument falls apart. We can't do that. We have to agree on one fixed point in the universe, and then figure out how it's all built from there.
Anyone? Anyone?
Da_Truth.mp3
screaming
I keep meeting people who believe in Jesus, but can't really jibe with traditional APPROACHES to God...
If anyone else has pigeon john's CD' there's a great part that says:
Heh it's kinda risky
When me and friends start drinking whiskey
Now we spinning and grinning and feeling frisky
Throwing bottles out the window like a frisbee
Outside yelling at the stars tipsy
Trying to find God screaming where is he?
Friends grabbing on my sleeves trying to save me
Covering my mouth and thoughts that He gave me
I think it's natural to question God. That's why I always fight with Nsa—because I do give a damn. We don't question stuff that we don't want to believe. I personally don't waste time arguing if I don't care about you. The same way, to me, questioning God and really trying to understand His Love and Grace and Mercy and WRATH...I'm not scared to.
Anyone else?
My point is that God is God. He can take a few shots from us.
The only rule is that instead of trying to invalidate the Bible, we should try to understand why it's true, not whether it is actually true.
That's like saying "feathers float, so gravity's not real."
Because I'm a deconstructionist...which means that any aspect of language can be questioned and therefore every argument falls apart. We can't do that. We have to agree on one fixed point in the universe, and then figure out how it's all built from there.
Anyone? Anyone?
Da_Truth.mp3
screaming
koomuhlodda koomuhlodda koomuhlodda veeestay
I just consumed about 140 grams of fat's worth of mixed nuts.
Why did I go to the Korean market and buy mixed nuts and soysauce?!
That's crazy. All I really want is some homebrewed iced green tea.
The masturbation book says that some old smart guy said (and rightly so) that:
"Lust is the craving for salt of a person who is dying of thirst."
Word. It just feels weird that in the past 2 days, I've raced through about 110 pages purely about masturbation. Such things seem unnatural. But that's the point of the book. But I'd feel just as strange reading for the past few days about vomiting, or sweating, or "bloodletting."
Enough about jack.
Scream
Why did I go to the Korean market and buy mixed nuts and soysauce?!
That's crazy. All I really want is some homebrewed iced green tea.
The masturbation book says that some old smart guy said (and rightly so) that:
"Lust is the craving for salt of a person who is dying of thirst."
Word. It just feels weird that in the past 2 days, I've raced through about 110 pages purely about masturbation. Such things seem unnatural. But that's the point of the book. But I'd feel just as strange reading for the past few days about vomiting, or sweating, or "bloodletting."
Enough about jack.
Scream
poppa's workin on a new website BLISTER!
i just pretend when I see the word Jueves that it doesn't say "Thursday", but "Don't cry, Adam, Jesus loves you..."
see if that one made sense.
Juan and Nsa make me want to vomit.
I'm ready for a life-partner—a female one, that is.
(Gotta be specific round my way)
I finished the electronic press kit for Rock Soul Entertainment.
What an adventure.
I went from giddy and fricken excited to wanting the world to end.
But it's done, and it's fairly powder freekin fresh if you ask Adam.
So the book is a Christian book about masturbation.
It's making me mad though, because this guy's a pretty lenient person, and he's white.
His arguments aren't as tight as they could be, and he assumes a lot, and deduces alot, and infers a lot.
But he's right...whether I change my views on seeing it as right or wrong, the factual information the book provides has really been liberating...PEEP THIS ONE....Did y'all party people know that the Graham Cracker was invented to keep kids from jacking/jilling off?! It's literally called an "anti-masturbatory food" Holler if you hear me. Now we know why summer campers get smores forced down their gauches.
book: "The Struggle"
author " Gerali
there, Nsa. Now you can feel good about your habits.
i just pretend when I see the word Jueves that it doesn't say "Thursday", but "Don't cry, Adam, Jesus loves you..."
see if that one made sense.
Juan and Nsa make me want to vomit.
I'm ready for a life-partner—a female one, that is.
(Gotta be specific round my way)
I finished the electronic press kit for Rock Soul Entertainment.
What an adventure.
I went from giddy and fricken excited to wanting the world to end.
But it's done, and it's fairly powder freekin fresh if you ask Adam.
So the book is a Christian book about masturbation.
It's making me mad though, because this guy's a pretty lenient person, and he's white.
His arguments aren't as tight as they could be, and he assumes a lot, and deduces alot, and infers a lot.
But he's right...whether I change my views on seeing it as right or wrong, the factual information the book provides has really been liberating...PEEP THIS ONE....Did y'all party people know that the Graham Cracker was invented to keep kids from jacking/jilling off?! It's literally called an "anti-masturbatory food" Holler if you hear me. Now we know why summer campers get smores forced down their gauches.
book: "The Struggle"
author " Gerali
there, Nsa. Now you can feel good about your habits.