Phi Nu Theta?

I get a text from a friend this morning saying there is a play entitled 'The Eclectic Society'. Based on the one and only Eclectic Society of Wesleyan University before it had to integrate, pre Kennedy assassination. At the time Eclectic was a male-only, intellectual society, of wealthy white men. The tradition and history is deeper and richer than that I have shared but needless to say it has evolved into something broader and richer, relatively speaking, as well as notorious. I am very interested as to the subtext of a play about a society that still exists but is not even an apparition of what it once was. Those that write the history make decisions of and for immortality.

Link to the theater in Philly, where it premiered.


A synopsis...

The Eclectic Society will make its world premiere at the Walnut Street Theatre, located at 825 Walnut St., in Philadelphia at 8 p.m. Jan. 27 and run through March 7. Performances are Tuesday through Saturday at 8 p.m. and Sunday evenings at 7 p.m., with matinees on Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays at 2 p.m. Tickets range from $10 to $60, with premium tickets available for $115. For tickets, visit www.walnutstreettheatre.org or call (215) 574-3550

I brunch hard

Because, being an adult means you can drink in the middle of the day and talk about the ass you made of yourself the night before and be considered sophisticated.




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Mulling it Over: DipliMatters of the Heart

My valentine, a middle school frenemy turned adult friend, is not coming to the east coast as she expected so we can not do brunch and an exhibition as was planned.

Sidebar: http://www.kunstverein.us/next.html, I overheard two people … transfers the aural experience of the telephone into a variety of sensorial media, including a participatory kite flying performance on February 14th to open the exhibition, and in homage to Elisha Gray, or history’s “second best”; and On March 18th, the artists’ partners will commemorate Bell and Watson’s relationship with a reading of the first telephone transcript between the inventors.

Needless to say, platonic valentines are all I know. It is funny how people that (ex)claim to hate Valentine's Day always want something to do with someone, as if we are shaking our fists at the cosmos that have sentenced us to celibacy (the actual use of the word means to be single, I am leaving intimacy out of it). I am not including myself, but I would not count me out either. All to prove that this manufactured commercial holiday can not keep everyone in a parenthetical relationship or, as they are more commonly known, situation, from wanting to be official, cue Cassie, even if for a second, when that first heart appears in the Duane Reade the day after New Year's. For the most part, the need for validation signals insecurity. This will be one of the two or three times a year I allow myself to question whether or not my lack of desire for a relationship, that warrants attention on designated days, is the way I should be going if I am going to be someone's wife and have their children, one day, some day, maybe, ...next lifetime? I need a sign to know that I am not enabling irrevocable damage to my emotional growth and security because I am finding discomfort in sharing and vulnerability.

Now that that moment is over. I can safely say that I wish the best in love and life to everyone, single, attached, those that did not know they were single and those that did not know they were atttached, I will remain unfettered and let what was written unveil itself and I will fill in the rest.

At the end of the day you are either on some:


or



For the happy single person (namely, me):



Good luck with everything!

I have been thinking....

Apparently for a really long time. 

With the hype that has been surrounding the long awaited sequel to Raekwon the Chef's, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... I have been confused as to what Hip Hop purists have been complaining about. 

Last night I was conversing with my brother, biblicallynice.blogspot.com, about what it is that is making everyone say that this was/is a 'good look' for hip hop. Do not misunderstand what I am saying, the album is a solid effort and without sounding retro, it brought me back to a place I forgot. The hard, gritty sounds of people that are hungry and dedicated, who lead real lives before/ throughout their entry to the 'game' and have things to discuss. Delicately balancing the ill's of their behaviours, environs, and circumstances with the fact that they still must do what they have to do to survive. That being... selling crack. I mean the nigga's name is the Chef. Is it this ephemeral past we are holding on to, that has us thinking that, as long as the artist is not lying about the amount of money they have and their level in the drug dealing hierarchy, or the fact that they were actually middle-class but, in order to sell they must fabricate the realities of the impoverished that rhyming about selling crack and the projects is a step in the right direction for us?

Pyrex visions, birds flying south, bricks, kilos, cubans, columbians, crackheads... It's all the same. 

Yea, I still own that shit, though; don't get it twisted. 

Get Your Mouth Away from My DICK

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Fat, Black and Ugly as ever, however

He stayed Coogi down to the socks...
and I am not sure if this is still too soon, but I will always feel it's time to get paid, blow up like the (see above).

Anyway, when I heard Biggie was killed, I was in church. At this time, I was in seventh grade, we did not listen to secular music in the morning, my mother was not having it. Since the shooting occurred in la madrugada it was very easy to not hear about immediately. My peers in my church class, as we were divided by age groups, were talking about his death, and of course linking it with TuPac, the whole time we were in Sunday class, and not doing a Bible role play. I merely wrote them off as being misinformed, because EVERYONE else was wrong. Exactly. At the end of church, on the way home, we were allowed to listen to the radio station we preferred which was Hot 97, where we found out that what I had been hearing that day was in fact true. Biggie was shot and DOA in Los Angeles, California.
Damn.
The fucked up thing about that was, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems was the single after, Hypnotize. Diddy, in his verse on Mo' Money states mess around with DOA be on your way. Right?

I was hurt. I think I am still hurt. I remember one time Biggie stopped by HOT 97 on his way back to New Jersey and shouted out Faith, Chyna and CJ, saying he had to get medicine for Chyna because she was sick. I also remember hearing him talk about his next album, Life After Death, and how he was not in the same frame of mind as Ready to Die, he actually wanted to live and this album would show his life on the other side. He was saying that the album was almost finished how excited he and focused he was. I remember it like it was not TWELVE YEARS ago.

To this day he is the only rapper, and one of the few musical artists to put out a classic double album.

For the nicest MC, niggas know the steelo

Rule Number 7

Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch, find yourself in serious shit.

It is important to establish the rules and parameters in any relationship. What can be seen as weakness and naivete could easily be a quarry of ruthless demeanor and cut throat attitude, especially when the more outwardly astute uses this misinformation as a tool of manipulation or, simply, bullyfooting. What can be seen as a friendly meeting with no documentation can turn into you be being pushed out with no evidence of your participation and relevance. In turn, not only losing what you firmly believed in, but potentially damaging a long standing relationship with people you thought you knew. Only to realize they never respected you enough to take you seriously.

Without a tight infrastructure and delegation of responsibility, consider personal and business relationships null and void. No parameters, means no code of conduct, meaning everybody is wrong and no one is right, but someone will always win.


See: Ten Crack Commandments

A Test Run

This is a sample of  a YouTube channel on which my featured friend and myself will be working.  I have two small projects in the works, having to do with video logging. Hopefully this can be something that can be enjoyed. It veers into ingnorant territory but the point is still salient. 

Holler two times...

and the end result of a small task...

My shades too dark to see you losers...

No One on the Corner Got Swagger Like Puff-
This is the best flow I have EVER EVER heard from him, having had a myriad of the top ghost writers writing for him. I think he wrote this shit himself.



He said he would give your bitch some children...AND, he knew just when you would think you were done with the song and he spit something ignorant for that ass. I look up to Puff and aspire to own a wing of a private jet soon.

Word Life.

When Geniuses Unite

Click here to bear witness to Cam'ron's new song... Bottom of the Pussy Hole.
The woman whose voice is sampled on the track is that of Alexyss K. Tylor. Without going into a huge diatribe I suggest you watch the video from which the soundbyte was taken for references purposes.



Camron's 'Bottom of the Pussy Hole'

http://www.zshare.net/audio/185357538a7c524d/

What The Fuck!!!!! Rest In Peace to those Killed by Killer Cops

It is about the not-so covert agendas of unifying the white race over the fear of the empowerment of blacks. Take heed and walk with your God. It is going to be a Hot Summer.

Racism is alive do not be ignorant about it.

Ice-T 'Cop Killer' (live)



Public Enemy 'Can't Truss It'



Flavor Flav '911 Is a Joke in Your Town'



Public Enemy 'Fight the Power'



Be safe...Ride with Peace (of Mind)