Roses are red

violets are blue.

you're hair is red.

this posts is for you.

<3

You're so consistent. Can't wait for my voice lessons.

Hotep.

So, i think i'll call you la mar... the la is intentional...

I'm all about gender equality mare-bear... You know that.

Thanks for the tie-dye.

I'm glad you read my blog.

Now I need to get you to read Marx.

Hotep.

P.S. I saw your powerpoint on HIV/AIDS in Africa. I'm proud of you. Keep moving in the right direction.

"I'm just do'n what I got to do" - Wale

Today I realized I'm more like Scottie Pippen... (than Michael Jordan)

And, I'm actually okay with that.

anyway:

Happy Birthday Friend(s).

Hope you're days as dope as that the new lupe mix tape...

(Chicago, stand up.)

Or at least better than my fire safety video.

All is love, there is no time we can't make up. Serious.

Hotep.

plagiarism.

The

Sea

Really

Just

Might

Be

A

Better

Place

To

Think

About

The

Inevitable

Future...

Los Campesinos.

hotep.

This is stream of consciousness at its finest. Faulkner is rolling in his grave.

First the Kyoto Protocol... then this...

Dear Government: Just stop lying and really I won't care...

They finally got the LHC up and running... (micro-black holes!?) They ran it... and we're all still here... So, I'm saying 30 years and we'll see significant advances in space and time travel. Love.

I've been watching some old Jordan cuts... You gotta learn from the best... But I'm ready to shoot... I now know why he shot with 5 seconds... Because when the ball leaves your hand, you're no longer in control...

Hotep.

P.S. I'm no longer a football player, a collegiate athlete, gosh I'm just a dork now- kinda weird... Nerd Power. I guess I'll always have the scars and stories...

P.P.S. NASA has a TV station. Rad.

Shit is finally starting to hit the fan... in omnia paratus... [sigh]

It's been a while coming, but I have to say it:

Hip hop isn't a black thing. It is a cultural thing.

Don't believe me (why should you?)

Peep game:

Culture (obviously) varies over space and time.

(and thousands of other 'objective' variables that some losers spend their entire life analyzing)

But K'naan has managed to slip through the cracks. Wale didn't. And my biases are starting to stand out like a black kid at an "elite" liberal arts college...

Just gotta keep swimming...

Hotep.

I'm broken. Franny is getting no love. But, things are looking up... somehow...

My Roots review:

AWESOME.

it's like they broke into my apartment, checked to see what songs I liked and only played those... seriously.

Setlist: (best I can remember)

Web.

The Seed.

How I Got Over.

[Does it matter after these three songs... no.]

Here is a picture of the fiasco.

Yea-- I was pretty much onstage with Black thought.

I would go into more detail, but it really wouldn't capture anything... and plus I had to just get this out of the way because I'm going to see my (musical) crush. this weekend... and I need to be ready to write just incase it turns into how i met your mother...

Hotep.

P.S. Made my first post at youcantfakeit (dot-com) peep game here.

yea, trite and emo, but more/better to come... these things take time...

[I guess i have to be careful about pluralistic writing now that I have a (some) new reader(s)]