good things take time
and i've run out of impatience
Big Boi's solo effort dropped and in
grand fashion I've found a relic
of prosperity in OutKast
yet again...
Always there with something immeasurable
musical projects often required multiple listens
to fully digest.
So, uncanny being right on time
was the Stray Bullets Mixtape from Dungeon Family
First generator Cee-Lo Green.
With the effervescent Janelle Monae splattering magazines from Vogue to TRACE
and Threestax (aka Sunny Valentine) all over Ciara's "Ride" remix
I've had a good friday.
the Lo, mixtape emerged from the blogosphere a few weeks ago
and the Nike commercial featuring Dre was something I found on youtube
a short wile ago also...he's mashed up with the Beatles doing just what he
fancies to bring us "All Together Now."
the other nature of 'Kast's galactic funky ride thru the A-Town
surprised me first on facebook showing up as a friends profile picture rocking a Woodward Academy hoodie.
For those who don't know its the perfect fit for a member of the group forging southern duality thru the musical cosmos.
Woodward is an ex military non parochial private school in College Park, GA just a few miles from Tri Cities High School where the duo met. My personal alma mater, WA is a world away from Freaknik and yesterday's fried folklore of Atlanta's urban cuisine.
Somehow, the hoodie I now make infamous, surfaced in the video for "Shine Blockas" off the latest full length DF release: Sir Lucius Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty.
the fellas who captivated my attention in 96 with ATLiens, notwithstanding their seminal 1994 introduction, are still relevant and working in the most fickle of industries - my blog and playlist!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
the birth of daze and tomorrows unfolding window
I started this blog to chronicle not only my life, but my personal feelings. Early posts indicate my affinity for the pursuance of a dream. No one ever really dies. She was/ is smart. The kinda smart that is able to change the world around her... And in the face I found so tender, I began my quest for Zelda. I got the idea that she, like many bloomers, wasn't always celebrated for her looks - ravishing dark skin and natural hair. Her look has grown on the world. And in step with the cosmopolitan, she was seen in gorgeous locks and later in a short curly do. Yes, her flavors always spoke to me. And I smile a little as I reminisce.
Life got tough and all I know is that she adapted. That same spirit of internal competition and intelligence garnered her much success at an early age and I have no proof - or doubt - that she is still at the leading edge of the curve. She was quiet (at times) and a visionary, I admired her stylistic details. That same drive may have contributed to the downfall of our encounter.
My readers, that encounter forever changed me and though I have moved on with my life, I allow my honest self to never forget the world series that wasn't.
Perhaps liking someone to her core scared her. My sister expressed similar sentiments over a guy she "could no longer pursue." And at the core of it was his ability to alter her consciousness. To get to her. And this frightened her to def. She described him as terrible...
Well, some five years later - I feel compelled to read from an archived chapter. For a day. I really don't know, but hear glimpses of the story in Janelle Monae's Archandroid. And there is danger in my eyes, for I have to go myself and find the other side of being 'Locked Inside." The greatest gift I've received is hearing my story unfold in music. I will continue to listen and accept the captivation before me as God's confirmation of LOVE.
So much going on with school and a new special genius has found her way to my rescue. And I pray for her. She is more deserving of happiness than many I've known. I do not pity her - I'm amazed! She is worthy of exploration - which I could see taking a lifetime...
Just in time to see a bulbous purple cloud in the distance from my balcony float amongst the whispy (possible cirrus) tide in the sky... and for a moment to look into my past and walk into my future.
Life got tough and all I know is that she adapted. That same spirit of internal competition and intelligence garnered her much success at an early age and I have no proof - or doubt - that she is still at the leading edge of the curve. She was quiet (at times) and a visionary, I admired her stylistic details. That same drive may have contributed to the downfall of our encounter.
My readers, that encounter forever changed me and though I have moved on with my life, I allow my honest self to never forget the world series that wasn't.
Perhaps liking someone to her core scared her. My sister expressed similar sentiments over a guy she "could no longer pursue." And at the core of it was his ability to alter her consciousness. To get to her. And this frightened her to def. She described him as terrible...
Well, some five years later - I feel compelled to read from an archived chapter. For a day. I really don't know, but hear glimpses of the story in Janelle Monae's Archandroid. And there is danger in my eyes, for I have to go myself and find the other side of being 'Locked Inside." The greatest gift I've received is hearing my story unfold in music. I will continue to listen and accept the captivation before me as God's confirmation of LOVE.
So much going on with school and a new special genius has found her way to my rescue. And I pray for her. She is more deserving of happiness than many I've known. I do not pity her - I'm amazed! She is worthy of exploration - which I could see taking a lifetime...
Just in time to see a bulbous purple cloud in the distance from my balcony float amongst the whispy (possible cirrus) tide in the sky... and for a moment to look into my past and walk into my future.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sitting Tall (Studying Hard)
i had an encounter with my future today!
i was in office max making copies of the brachial plexus and was questioned about the illustration by a customer
I told him I was in PT school.
the older East Indian looking man inquired about my studies seeking advise about some discomfort he was having in the back of his legs/thigh region.
even though my education is in its early phase I was called upon by the community to assist in helping out. i offered my free consultation which included asking about the chair he usually sits in at home before feeling discomfort... I questioned him about the seat's depth, specifically b/c he has having soreness in the back of his thigh. lo and behold, he confirmed that when sitting near the back of the chair, he felt discomfort, but when he sat at the end of the chair he felt fine. he also said he sleeps in the chair (at the back of the chair) and feels discomfort when he wakes up.
interestingly, I learned about such discomfort when fitting patients for wheel chairs...
how interesting that I was tested in a real life situation and was able to use my limited knowledge to potentially confirm some symptoms and or causation!
I've got a while...and a long green mile to go, but I'm on my way!
2points for learning!
i was in office max making copies of the brachial plexus and was questioned about the illustration by a customer
I told him I was in PT school.
the older East Indian looking man inquired about my studies seeking advise about some discomfort he was having in the back of his legs/thigh region.
even though my education is in its early phase I was called upon by the community to assist in helping out. i offered my free consultation which included asking about the chair he usually sits in at home before feeling discomfort... I questioned him about the seat's depth, specifically b/c he has having soreness in the back of his thigh. lo and behold, he confirmed that when sitting near the back of the chair, he felt discomfort, but when he sat at the end of the chair he felt fine. he also said he sleeps in the chair (at the back of the chair) and feels discomfort when he wakes up.
interestingly, I learned about such discomfort when fitting patients for wheel chairs...
how interesting that I was tested in a real life situation and was able to use my limited knowledge to potentially confirm some symptoms and or causation!
I've got a while...and a long green mile to go, but I'm on my way!
2points for learning!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
setting the pace
lucid dreams every night... i guess its the new bed
studying everyday (i pray it stays in my head!)
I'm being fed by new lessons
the school is great
no time to wait, 1st class at eight!
I'll holla!
studying everyday (i pray it stays in my head!)
I'm being fed by new lessons
the school is great
no time to wait, 1st class at eight!
I'll holla!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
students
the first day of grad school proved both interesting and challenging.
as to prepare us for the road that lives ahead, we were introduced to medical physiology, skills, and massage as mostly an introductory greeting to the modus operandi of the university and the specific culture of each course.
physiology has some very specific content and we begin our lecture on the electrical excitation of the cardiovascular system.
skills is a course that teaches about some of the functional duties of the clinician
massage is self explanatory.
I am meeting many of my 65 peers slowly yet, with smiles.
we are a unique bunch and i hope to form lasting bonds, as we undoubtedly need the support and assistance of each other. there are benefits to us all doing well, besides the obvious - i hope and seek to hold up my end of the bargain.
stay tuned space cadets... our flight is just beginning...
-d
as to prepare us for the road that lives ahead, we were introduced to medical physiology, skills, and massage as mostly an introductory greeting to the modus operandi of the university and the specific culture of each course.
physiology has some very specific content and we begin our lecture on the electrical excitation of the cardiovascular system.
skills is a course that teaches about some of the functional duties of the clinician
massage is self explanatory.
I am meeting many of my 65 peers slowly yet, with smiles.
we are a unique bunch and i hope to form lasting bonds, as we undoubtedly need the support and assistance of each other. there are benefits to us all doing well, besides the obvious - i hope and seek to hold up my end of the bargain.
stay tuned space cadets... our flight is just beginning...
-d
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Houses
once upon a melody...
stillness
feather breaths protrude
children
with big city sneakers
disguised as loafers
when the dance is over
between the blade and the dew
find morning a comical chaser
to a deftly ordered evening
what will you do when
the heaviness
of houses
captures you...
"Don't Move"
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Grey's Anatomy
Transitions... the grey area between two definging phases of life. And of course, I'm faced with potentially life altering decisions to make in the midst of instability.
I don't feel pulled in different directions as much as I feel the heaviness of my security. Each decision I make can make or break relationships which strangely seem to be the most dynamic and "unimportant" aspects of my young life. To Be, or Not to Be...
And why again should I have an answer for that question? A few moons ago I was open to what/whomever the Universe provided. I was feeling lonely, feelin my "swag", and feelin like I deserved more. And more arrived in my life in the form of sistas. I guess confidence is detectable. For so long, I played the quiet role. Much to the disbelief of quality sistas...one asked me, "why [I] wasn't [swimming] with the earthy chicks," in the abundant land of Atlanta. My best answer came from our literal interaction...hearts are fragile/male energy is "confirming," leading, and the decision maker. So, I was smartly avoiding female contact in both body and soul. The little taste I'd received of my own heart's longing made me no stranger to the swell of emotions that come from meeting a "potential," but no more prepared to be the "busy one" with little time for a commitment.
I surprised myself.
From the Grey Anatomy of the man I'm becoming, I find both flaw, virtue, and flavas. I seldom address the needs of my loins and safely so. When I decide its time for me to be affectionate it is a confusing matter. Hearts are undoubetdly in the mix, so a departure from my norms to satisfy my soul involves duality.
In short, I can be the "bad guy." But, there is so much good in me, in my intentions, in my focus, that I'll risk - not every person on this earth singing praises to God for me. I have to accept and am accepting some people are just not for me and that's okay. Some interactions are flawed no matter the intention. Physical intimacy outside of a committed relationship is totally grey.
I've learned from enough conversations from sistas that this grey area can easily lead to unbalanced emotional outpourings. I'll try to be my best...If I fall short.
Blame me. Forgive me. Hear me.
But, a brotha on his way will be highly sought after... I'm sure its just begun.
So, to my future self, be prepared... what you do today with ultimately change tomorrow.
(picking up my nut$z)
And I'm interested in the future
I don't feel pulled in different directions as much as I feel the heaviness of my security. Each decision I make can make or break relationships which strangely seem to be the most dynamic and "unimportant" aspects of my young life. To Be, or Not to Be...
And why again should I have an answer for that question? A few moons ago I was open to what/whomever the Universe provided. I was feeling lonely, feelin my "swag", and feelin like I deserved more. And more arrived in my life in the form of sistas. I guess confidence is detectable. For so long, I played the quiet role. Much to the disbelief of quality sistas...one asked me, "why [I] wasn't [swimming] with the earthy chicks," in the abundant land of Atlanta. My best answer came from our literal interaction...hearts are fragile/male energy is "confirming," leading, and the decision maker. So, I was smartly avoiding female contact in both body and soul. The little taste I'd received of my own heart's longing made me no stranger to the swell of emotions that come from meeting a "potential," but no more prepared to be the "busy one" with little time for a commitment.
I surprised myself.
From the Grey Anatomy of the man I'm becoming, I find both flaw, virtue, and flavas. I seldom address the needs of my loins and safely so. When I decide its time for me to be affectionate it is a confusing matter. Hearts are undoubetdly in the mix, so a departure from my norms to satisfy my soul involves duality.
In short, I can be the "bad guy." But, there is so much good in me, in my intentions, in my focus, that I'll risk - not every person on this earth singing praises to God for me. I have to accept and am accepting some people are just not for me and that's okay. Some interactions are flawed no matter the intention. Physical intimacy outside of a committed relationship is totally grey.
I've learned from enough conversations from sistas that this grey area can easily lead to unbalanced emotional outpourings. I'll try to be my best...If I fall short.
Blame me. Forgive me. Hear me.
But, a brotha on his way will be highly sought after... I'm sure its just begun.
So, to my future self, be prepared... what you do today with ultimately change tomorrow.
(picking up my nut$z)
And I'm interested in the future
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