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. 

Cliche Anyone?

Happy Holiday for all of us that need things to celebrate, no matter how minute. DO not get me wrong I am on of those people. If you are a chronic (pun intended) participant, like myself, I am sure you do not a need a date to get closer to Jah.

Here is that pep to get you through the work day...










Brown Sugar - DAngelo

just a few of the many...

I am saying, though

This may be a very selfish statement on my part; I will stand behind it because I said it.

I understand that the Holiday season is about giving- if it isn t about God. In the words of my brilliant sister: I like Christmas, because I like receiving gifts... oh, and Jesus.

I say all of this to say... Truth be told,if you only do your giving on the holidays because you feel you are supposed to and it is the only way you can enjoy your crunk festivities without having that Salvation Army Santa ring ting tingaling in the back of your mind then, this may not be for you, since your giving is based on some sort of social obligation and guilt.

All I am saying is, I am not doing Secret Santa or anything where I am buying gifts for people that I did not; live with, take a bath with, share a bed with, eat from, or live under the same roof, in my parent's name. Really, I was not going to get you a gift this year anyway. And for all of those that do fit into the former, they already understand that my love is the greatest gift of all. I mean hello Jeezy's third album, anyone?


Call me a grinch if you want. Even he didn t buy the shit, he just gave BACK what he took, and they were greatly appreciative and everyone broke even. They were even happy without their shit. SO... if I saved myself the trouble of stealing your Christmas, I figure, hey, let's just not and say we did.

Think about it.

The Real Beauty of the Internet...

I have found some very important Disney video clips, that I used to have of VHS, that I loved and cherished as comfort items. One of these tapes had a composite of "Lambert the Sheepish Lion" made in 1952 about a lion that was supposed to be dropped of into the jungles of South Africa, but dropped in a sheep herd. He grows up to save the herd from a wolf (who is extremely black and threatening to this herd of white sheep {I am not slipping I can see racism}). But, either way I was still inspired as a youth, about love and family, and revisiting that memory.


The next clip is from what I believe was the same VHS if my memory serves me correct. This goes through the history of music. It is also controversial in that it begins with the four main instruments and expands from there, Toot Whistle Pluck and Boom. The initial figures are dark and archaic and the more advanced the instrument the whiter the player. I have acknowledged this now, but it was my favourite and seeing it makes me happy, overall. I find it interesting how to see that although very dated images are used the cartoon does in fact acknowledge, to an extent, the origin of musical instruments on a global level. Besides the actual music is amazing.

These are the moments that make the internet worth it.

Please enjoy (I also needed to have a place that I could refer to immediately in case I had nostalgia. That, is the privilege of access).

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...

Peace and Health

to the homey Nathaniel Dwayne Hale, better known as the one and only Nate Dogg. His smooth as Billy Dee Williams voice complimented many songs since his introduction, to me at least, in Regulate, by Warren G.
Nate Dogg has suffered his second stroke in the past nine months, the first occurred during the holiday season late last year, '07. It has been reported that there has been no brain damage but his breathing is assisted. It is too early to see how his limbs have been effected by the stroke. He is also due in court on the 24th for felony charges for making death threats to his estranged wife. Damn.

Get better Nate! *pouring some of my forty out.

Warren G: Regulate



XZibit: Bitch Please



Houston: I Like That



WC: The Streets



Snoop Dogg: Boss's Life



E-40: Nah Nah



Whose ideal life is not to be pistol-whipped by a smooth crooner. DPG till the day I D.I.E.