War:

In a moment of reflection I am trying to figure out what is the lesson/mantra I need to know in order to get through the day to day. I would consider myself a 'grander scheme of things' kind of person, so I try to keep things in that perspective. The forefront oft gets blurry as I move through life in a semi consciousness. Unfortunately I no longer have that luxury and must find gratification that occurs sooner, as my tenacity is hardening around the edges. I am not scared of becoming bitter because I keep busy in my many interests, but, I would like to think that my journey would only be difficult through rational obstacles. And, thinking about it, its not the brightest idea I've had or conclusion I've drawn. So, I am starting over and restructuring my thoughts and coping mechanisms. I think I got this.

...yeah

*cue Young Jeezy "I Got This"

Energies

Recently, I was thinking about the word please.

The verb and the request...for mercy...for a favour

When used infrequently it becomes foreign 

and its function 

and meaning becomes a question

Did I remember it the right way?

Please stop-

Please don't stop

Please love me the way I love you

Please let me be right 

Please don't make me say it

...I am pleased.

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BLACK DYNAMITE!

I saw Black Dynamite at a preview screening this past Thursday. It was an interesting circumstance because I did not really know what to expect from the movie and I had spent the last half an hour dedicated to shots of Jack to be "nice" while I viewed it. I will say that it was not that necessary to do so. The shit was funny.

So, my friend and I, are walking swiftly down the block after he uses the bathroom at a bar where their shots of Jack are sixteen dollars each... I was none too pleased. Get to the movie theater and I am standing next to Cipha Sounds, and I am like, this is incredible. I say Cipha, I am lifetime Hot 97 listener and I just want to say congratulations on your success and progression. I waited 5 seconds, I listen to your show in the morning, you are so funny. He is thanking me, genuinely while moving aside, as I am speaking while the director is addressing the audience, talking about the reason he decided to do this project. Needless, to say all I got was an impression of his "blaxploitation voice" and to see Michael Jai White, in person. He is very handsome. But Cipha shook my hand so the movie was the icing.

Delighted and slightly inebriated, the film begins, and I was exposed to pure entertainment. All I can really say is; at several points of the movie I was heard saying either, no, I can't, or I am ready for the credits to roll. And when I say that, it means that I am so overwhelmed by the magnitude of greatness that I almost can not bear it. Was that vague enough?

The success of this movie is that the actors are really good. The satire was done in such a way that it playfully makes fun of the Blaxploitation genre while admitting that it was entertainment that could be enjoyed. The project is well executed and as I sit and try to think of excerpts all I can do is laugh hysterically and insist that you go see it.

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PS. On my way out, Cipha was handing out flyers, my friend asked where Rosenberg was, we heard someone say, right here.

Enough About You

I have been doing a lot of looking at society and interpreting people through my eyes and perspective. Which is not a problem because what I do believe is true- most everyone is off-kilter in one way or another, it is just about how you can filter and adjust. Unfortunately, life's ills make it difficult for most do so.  I suffer because I am trying too hard to understand why I am not getting the responses that make the most sense to me. And, I would like to consider myself a rolling ball of sanity, (c) Chidi Asoluka; my logic and motivations are of my own creation and constitute my personal integrity. 

Unwavering, I have to have enough confidence in my personal construction to not be concerned with that which I can not coalesce. It makes it easer when the bullshit filters itself. 

I could not have it any other way. 

Hide out to Ride out

This past Saturday, my brother, biblicallynice.blogspot.com, and I decided to go out for a wine open bar as the after party for his friend's roommate's showing of her new collection. (I went to their show at Pink Elephant for Fashion Week in February,  http://toolbox1130.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html, their link to their lookbook, and subsequently their website, is http://untitled1111.com/Untitled_11_11_fall_09_lookbook.html)

After verifying the address and hopstopping, we, my brother and I get ready to hit Chinatown. All, I have to say is thank goodness for the neighborhood maps and cardinal directions. When we arrive at Doyers Street, a small street with a crook leading you from Bowery to another alley way looking street, it looked like we took a wrong turn somewhere. My brother said he always thinks he will get ninja-starred to death in Chinatown. If it were to be anywhere, this street was the place. I just got a flashback to one of my favourite movies, Death to Smoochy, where Spinner gets killed and dumped in a street that resembled this one. 

Tangential? I know. Sorry? No. 

Anyway... the address of the venue, Apotheke, has us standing in front of a well maintained yet closed Chinese restaurant. The doors, solid wood, were uncharacteristic of a restaurant of that nature but still did not betray what was lying behind them. After looking around an empty street, we venture inside. A subdued setting with red lighting, hinting at a den of sin or secrecy, with four men in labcoats standing behind a bar. My brother and I were the only black people in there and I decided to wear black jeans, a white tee and construction timbs. But, it wasn't that awkward. An amazing ambience and a menu of drinks that will liken themselves to a bucket list. I do urge you to give it a try.

Here is a link to ther drink menu... http://www.apothekebar.com/index2abar.html

Look into it. 

Imaginary Relationships

... what exists in the negative space.

negative space: n, empty space, space surrounding an object or form.

It is what provides context and dimension for the positive image or form. I will be using it in reference to relationships, and that which is not mentioned but becomes implicit, and how that lack of communication becomes problematic.

It is all imaginary until spoken about. 

Needless to say, I have millions of examples of people taking a mile from the precisely measured inch I have given.

And I just want to know why, when people have plans for me, they do not share them. It would make my existence less confusing. The issue is, at least in my personal hetero experience, I meet men, we express a genuine interest and then I am supposed to forget that there at least 3 billion more out here. I do not do stage directions, I do directives. I seek to observe, analyze, understand and communicate, that's how relationships work. Not this, oh well  I am just going to skip these steps and act like we have an understanding that they have a certain precedent, when none of it was spoken about at all. And I am not taking one circumstance and making it general to hype myself up. Trust. 

I usually opt with the gradient of difficult to dumb and see how much I can get away with. 

Until, I just have to put my foot down. I get feigned surprise and a lot of "Nah, its not like that". Because its usually men acting like its not about sex instead of being upfront. But, saying the word-sex/fuck/smash/beat-preceded by "if you're just trying to" and succeeded by "just say that" is like shedding a light when everyone wants to act like they are not doing/seeking what they actually are doing/seeking. Its stupid and causes headache. Keep it 100, you'd be better off when trying to find a proper match. Everyone is out here sending their representatives confusing people that have no time to waste on superficial representation of reality. Fuck off. 

And that, my friends, is where imaginary relationships come from.

Really.