After much anticipation the Nike Medicine Ball Trainer 3 has finally been released. The inspiration is obvious and the colorway looking really nice and classic. This shit is properrr.
Saw this Nixon watch at the mall today and really wanted it, but my bread was lookin type low after spending over a 120 dollars on polos. Anyway, I still got my heart set on that glow in the dark nooka watch, but this nixon jump off is coming shortly thereafter. The money is gonna be right in a short ass minute so watch out. Also, my mans (A.) has rented out a building for a clothing store and I have been going in on it with him and we will be opening soon in elmira. I got my permit back from Albany for my label...so that will be jumpin out the window soon. Check the blog for updates because I have been working with a Cat I grew up with to get the website and shit. (The coding is a motherfucker--but dude is a wiz).
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like a Sunset
Dying with the Rising of the Moon
Gone too soon
Gone (and we would add ENTIRELY) too Soon
Last night was a crazy one.
So I spent most of the evening in emotional ups and downs--which is what happens when you are stuck in relationship purgatory if you will. Coming off a busy day, some people like to relax. Me, I wanna go out and blow some steam, drink some beers, and have some fun. Well at least that’s what I wanted to do last night. So after some time of doing the “Should I / Shouldn’t I” bullshit, I got a BlackBerry message from my homegirl Dez saying, “I got an extra ticket if you decide to come”. What was the ticket for? DJ SupaFlash was hosting a "Kool Aid" party. Not to be mistaken with THE KOOL-AID DRINK! That may not mean anything to anyone who doesn’t know what a kool aid party is– but for those that do – wow.
DJ SupaFlash + Kool-Aid
Yeah. I know.
The shit was bananas. The crowd wasn’t packed with a bunch of youts, everyone was in positive moods, people were dancing, singing out the words, and OBVIOUSLY the music was amazing.
So I wake up “this morning” at like noon and I feel paper against my face. I’m like, “What the fuck is this? I better be laying in a pool of money!” lol. I look up and I have a wristband on as if I just left an all inclusive resort with my high school’s graduating class or some shit. The wristband said, “kool-aid. – do your duty & shake that booty!!!”
I mean, shit. I know subliminal messaging works, but damn. Motherfuckers was doing some serious bootyshaking last night yo hahahaha!!
Shout out to everyone I seen last night that hailed me up. Shout out to Dez for the ticket, the whole LS fam, the group of friends that came through the shop and broke a corkscrew in a bottle of wine, My Man Bernie, Var from Maple for always hooking it up, Brock – I don’t remember whether I actually found you or not homey!, and on and on and on.. and a special, special, special shout out goes to my homegirl Sophia. Last night was amazing. A – maze – zing! It’s always good to see you!!!
OK – so quick story before I sign off:
My “homegirl”, says her sister’s gonna be there. I’m like whatevers. Then when we get there, I realize that her sister is actually a girl that I thought was just her friend. Not that that matters, but anyways.. Her sister turns to me and goes, “So I was looking through some of my old pictures and I realized that when I first came to Philadelphia, you sold me some weed”. LOL. I was like, “Are you from Westchester?!” and she’s like, “Yeah, I was friends with Reggie and he said that he could get me some weed and he showed up at my house with YOU”.WTF WAS SHE DOING IN NY!?! ANYWAY...SMALL WORLD! LMAO!! I was fucking dying yo. What are the chances?? So apparently she took a picture, and in the picture she said that I’m wearing a batting glove!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!! On some mid-90’s Hip-Hop shit! Holy fuck, I was laughing my ass off, foreal. She said she’ll send me the pic, and when she does I may or may not post it up for you guys to see! lol.
Aight, I’m out now foreal.
Have a good week everybody!
Be Easyyyy.
“People who grow rich almost always improve their sex life because more people want to have sex with them. That’s just the way human beings work. Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. Money did not make me happy. But it definitely improved my sex life.”
-Felix Dennis
Now I can't say enough about this dude right here. He is absolutely here to change the music game. He reminds me of old school hip hop, like with a meaning to it. I like this dude--real talk, Wale I been a fan man.EVERYBODY check him out.
Why do I believe what I believe? Is it more due to what I’ve been taught or what I’ve learned in my life? This is a must know for anyone who really wants to define their own life…but how? I’ve come up with one solution so far…to believe in nothing! And when I say nothing, that includes oneself. I think this process will naturally produce more objective inquiries about everything, thus allowing one to get to the core reason of the belief.
With that said, do you think your life would change for the better or the worse with such a drastic paradigm shift?
I believe that what is right is totally relative to perspective. The human mind can, will and does justify anything that it wants! There is no absolute right or wrong, a real scary thought for those who have a need to believe in absolutes.
The beautiful part of this way of thinking is that you have complete control of what’s right for you. Anytime that someone attempts to thrust their idea upon me, I always put it through the “how’s does this benefit me” filter. And why shouldn’t I? I know that at any given time, no man is ever beyond doing something that another man thinks is a total waste of time.
The dangerous component of this way of thinking is man himself. Sigmund Freud said, “Men are more moral than they think and far more immoral than they can imagine.” The issue I take with this is why does it seem that the “moral” tend to always let the “immoral” control them? Even in this day of having what seems to be infinite access to information, I wonder if it could be something that’s innate which causes this condition to continue?
The reason why I call our innate sensibilities into question is that the intellectuals who are in control will always play on emotions and never to intellect. You know the tactic, tell them what they want to hear but never what they need to hear. It’s so fucking obvious to me! And no matter how much information is revealed, the same patterns continue. Maybe Aristotle was dead on when he said, “It is thus clear that, just as some are by nature free, and others are by nature slaves, and for these latter the condition of slavery is both beneficial and just.”
But hey like I said earlier, “The human mind can, will and does justify anything that it wants!”
Oh you best believe that truth can be identified and articulated amongst the myriad emotions and motivations of a man’s heart - that is a bold and foolhardy statement.It is said that a respect for the things that you do not understand is the true beginning of wisdom. Therefore - to position wisdom in the eye of the individual opens the door to a realm of floored multiplicity. There are as many opinions as there are voices - but truth has always been and will always be truth. That truth is truth to you is not truth.As for me? The older I get, the more I realize how little I actually do know.
I feel like deep down inside I never can seem to get things remotely correct. I know I am highly intelligent, however, can that work against me? I think that it has in some instances and I am working relatively hard to overcome that. I say relatively because I can't sit here and lie and say I bust my ass at it, but everyday I try to be a little bit better. Do I always succeed? No.
I got a girl who loves me to death, who wants me to do the right thing--always. I will be the first to say that I obviously love this person back, however, it is highly difficult to change overnight. Misunderstood? I think I am--but a lot of that I blame on myself. But I will be alright.
Be easy.
Remember Aunt Viv from” Fresh Prince of Bel-Air”? The original Aunt Viv? Well Janet Hubert has a new tell-all/memoirs out called Perfection Is Not A Sitcom Mom where she talks about the un-princely conduct of former co-star Will Smith Here’s an excerpt:
“Smith had people around him who made sure no one outshone him. I was happy to see Don Cheadle become the quality actor that he is, and often wondered how he made it past one episode, as Hilary’s boyfriend, being such a fierce actor. No one could be on ‘The Tonight Show,’ that first season, except Will. And I mean no one.”
Aunt Viv's hatin ass also went on to recall an incident where another actor was cut from a guest spot on the show after being too impressive at an early rehearsal for that episode.
“I recall the lovely and incredibly talented Countess Vaughn coming to guest star. Oh my God! The day of table read, she was pee-in-your-pants funny. The writers were howling, we were howling, so I knew she was history – banished into the cornfield. Many years later, after she had her own show, I had to tell her when she asked me why. ‘Miss Janet why did I get cut from the episode,’ she asked? Simply, my darling, you were too good,” she recollected.
FUCK AUNT VIV!
Ha! You know you saw that post title and got amped. I'll have the song up soooooon. Trust.
When white people think about regular salt, all they can think about is sodium and poor health. When they think about Sea Salt they think about France. So it’s no surprise that it has become so popular.
But Sea Salt is like Trader Joes, Banksy, or The Shins-entry level to their respective field. Therefore, it is important that you learn about other more expensive salts so that you can complain about not having them. To a white person, this shows that you know and love expensive things but feel sad that you can’t yet afford them.
From here you can fill up an entire evening by making the same complaints about art, real estate or Europe. Black People: This Is Our Destiny! LMFAO
