Saturday, December 6, 2008

Lay-Z

If I am currently watching the SEC Championship game, Florida v. Alabama, and getting more and more annoyed. I wonder why I study ANYTHING. I'm watching some crazy, inexcusable mistakes (specifically Alabama special teams) and then I notice the pile of notes in my peripheral for an eight page paper due in the next few days. I like learning and all but there are much easier ways to make money.

Recently, New York Knicks guard, Stephon Marbury was suspended one games pay: $200,000. The man makes $200,000 to play ONE GAME. NOT THE FULL GAME, just playing in it. I ain't hating, it's just an astronomical number in my head. I'm going to become an English teacher (middle school?). I will start off with some around $40,000 a year. I have to work for half a decade to make what Marbury will in one basketball game. This is something I considered even before the recent "depression" the economy has hit, but it is even more funny to me now.

So why do I not pull a Lil' Wayne?
Just ghostwrite some songs with no cohessive thought pattern (stuff "no one would have thought of" because a talking bear that juggles active chainsaws while riding a unicycle is awesome if I never heard it before...!), tell the artist to just flow the lyrics, and occasionally talk about banging bitches cause even bitches love that.


Or I could strip! And being real, what's wrong with stripping? They look and throw money. You flash and make hundreds a night. What the hell could be easier? I can't hate on that if you got bills you trying to pay or whatever (notice I did not say I would date you, I just can't hate on that).



A lil skinny for my taste but I'll toss you a dollar for trying.


Just a quick thought of the day and an excuse to post something on this blog since I haven't updated in months.

I'm gonna do better.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Step # 1 To Saving Hip Hop




The guy who "plays" Rick Ross, without the beard, at his real job as a correctional officer.



Each form of media glorifies traits that many would call immoral. For example, in movies we see actors portray a vast array of personalities from evil geniuses, cross dressers, murderers, child molesting preachers, the list goes on - actors/actresses are given awards and praised for being able to cross different mediums to reach into these roles. Somehow, hip hop personas never turn off.

I guess part of this is because hip hop is the guinea pig for the drug wars, homophobia, dudes wearing pink (ok, this one I can't argue against), and others issues that originate elsewhere. Seriously though, it seems that black folks from the gutter want to believe that hip hop artists are really those sort of people because they want to make it to that high status themselves. Artists are becoming popular off street cred and so they continue to live the lie.

Rick Ross ain't the only one. Ice T said he was a pimp but now I can't think of a role he played on TV or in a movie where he is not a cop. Ice Cube, formerly of Niggas With Attitude i.e. "NWA", makes family movies now. The only time Lil Wayne has ever been shot was when he shot himself before he signed with Cash Money Records. I could continue this forever sadly.

I say all this to say we got to stop taking entertainment as reality. Phase one of bringing back the essence has yet to commence.






"Ha! You thought I was jumping off this bridge with you!"

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Break bread, then hand them the book


"Philosophically speaking, we are people too!"


Black folks are an odd bunch. The rhetoric of the black culture screams self-pity. Now before black readers get upset, just breathe a quick second... ok, cool. There are a nice amount of issues black people have in the U.S, but few of them are unique to black people.


Even self-hatred exist among white people when they call their poorer counterparts “white trash.” White trash tends to reference poor white folks who do uncivilized things like kissing cousins (although European nobility kept their lineage by keeping it in the family.. shrug, I guess they forgot). It is simply a difference in social class which also results in a difference of culture. Similarly, I have been around “educated” black folks that spew out mess like this: “I love black people but I can't stand niggas!” This coming from the people who are supposed to speak to the ills of their less fortunate brothers and sisters.



I say we blame Sepiroth for everything. Yes, put your head down in shame.

Black Americans who have a voice often talk about stuff like abolishing the word 'nigger', the fact that most black folks don't know their history (the rhetoric of the statements is always directed at the 'uneducated'/ignorant nigger), and other tangents that do not deal with the most important issue: lack of basic necessities: food, shelter, and clothing. But let's explore the two issues above for the hell of it:


Black folks don't know their history: Before you hand a man a book, you have to give him a way to sustain necessities. I see a lot of college professors and students talk all this mess about how it's because those “niggers” don't know their history (it is not always that blunt but the implication is clearly there). However, when I try to engage them in conversations about African history pre-slavery, they draw blanks after talking about anything other than Egypt almost every time. That whole “we were all kings and queens” stuff does not mean much either since most people would have been peasants. That was not “our” (shared for all Africans to have) gold, that was “their” (the royalty of the nation) gold. It's also an incredibly materialistic and ethnocentric way to garner support that mimics “the man's ploy”, but I will digress on that particular point.



Find Kemet on a map? What the hell is Kemet?

A man or woman without a decent wage who is barely making financially obligations week to week don't give a damn about what happened that long ago. They are trying to keep from getting put out on the street. It would be neat to know but knowledge alone feeds no one (hence, Kanye West's skits about college degrees on his first album). No one goes to college simply to get the knowledge. College helps give one a better chance at securing a good job. Once jobs are plentiful and money goes into neighborhoods to bring real long-term necessities to fruition, we will see a change. And then people can learn about Africa, including the educated folks...


The word nigger:

It is absolutely silly and unproductive to have a funeral for the word nigger when the actions continue. We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters, not a funeral for niggers cause niggers don't die...

Niggers are like roaches. They are never going to go away. Learn from them what we should not become because niggers don't die.

“Project Roach” , Nas' Untitled (2008)


Ignorant people will always exist. There is no way to reach a utopia where all people act in accordance to law/good even with the promise of Hell. People labeled 'niggers' often lack the basic necessities because the ghettos do not have money being spent in smart ways that are productive to the community or even the long-term needs of the individual.




I ain't got no house but the hos gon love this shit!


Let me be very clear about this: black folks do come into money but they often spend it on dumb shit. I know a girl who recently graduated from college with a bachelor's degree and a pretty decent job. The first thing she did was lease a brand new car although she still lives with her mother. Conversely, we got folks “in the hood” talking about how “the man” holding them back but they putting rims and new amps on 20 year old cars. Even once a person has money to take care of necessities, that person must learn how to spend their money which is where a book can come in. The ignorant come in both the poor and the more well off, but the truth of the matter is that those with more money often have a better chance to do well because they have a stable base.


I can not properly cover everything in a thorough manner and keep this at a concise format, but I simply want to give an example to people so that they can apply it to other situations. Before anything, people must have food, shelter, and clothing. A lack of any of these three is guaranteed to spell disaster for any community. After those three things, we may address other issues. Trust me, if you didn't have food to eat, a place to sleep and clothes on your back on a consistent basis, you wouldn't give a fuck either.





As important as anything I mentioned, but I never got to it.


Friday, July 25, 2008

The older I get, the less I care

Let me clarify: I can only control me. I can’t stress over every ill of this world.



For example: I can’t begin to understand why a preacher would talk about how lost black folks are and how they don’t know their history, etc. and then proceed to put up a picture of a white Jesus. I know that the new covenant changed the laws of the converted Christian so the Old Testament does not apply; however, there is no a description of Jesus describes anything other than a man of darker tones.



Some say it don’t matter and it is ok to have white Jesus up because it does not diminish what Jesus did. Well it does not diminish what Jesus did, but it does matter. If it didn’t matter, why would anyone bother to put a white Jesus up in the first place?


"I'm really a black man but I don't want to disappoint everyone! What? I didn't know who else to tell..."



People always spread themselves out across a plot graph when we are all just regular people. Having money, a talent, or (insert whatever you like here) does not make a person a higher being or more worthy of praise. Everyone is flawed. We have been taught to accept social/gender/racial/political/religious stratifications as just things that happen and then plot accordingly. Even the educated black person often makes the distinction between themselves and the ignorant “nigga” while constantly going on about how hard being black in the U.S. … Paradoxical truly.



I don’t care to constantly make these issues a topic of discussion everyday of my life. I’m looking forward to becoming an English teacher and coming home to my wife and kids. I’m going to help my family and those within my reach. No one person should attempt to carry the burden of a particular cause on their own. Real talk, my friends, I got ya’ll and you all know I got mad love for each of you. When the shit hits the fan, I’ll give a wall to get behind. We take care of each other.



Do what you can where you can, but life is too long to stress over every little thing. Be confident and believe in yourself and who you are, hence we end with the words from our future president:



Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek. ~ Barack Obama

* Portrait painted by Carl F. Hess II and signed by Senator Obama. Check out more of his artwork @ http://www.chessartworld.com/

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

2st one! HAHA

Yo!

Welcome to my humble abode. Hajimemashite.

My name is Aaron. Watashi wa Aaron desu.

Nice to meet you. Doozo yoroshiku.

I’m a regular black guy: had a mustache since I was three years old and currently stand at a mighty 5’5 at the age of twenty. As a black male, I’m aware my life expectancy is coming up soon so I’ve lately tried to cut back on high risk activities like making eye contact with police, sun bathing and partaking in swine. I got bigger things planned than making it beyond the age of twenty-five, but I will certainly consider myself one of the fortunate with decent parents. Give due where it should be given.



Monster pig - This picture will make anyone think twice...


Last night, my girlfriend called me a “dick (in this case meaning a prick, or “mean person"). And she is right. I am a dick, but only to certain people. These “people” can be summed up as one of the following: habitual hypocrites, divas (ex. Brett Favre; male and female), uninformed extremists (like the girl who told me Jesus took the Jews out of Israel from pharaoh…) - folks like that. But I don’t even talk to these people, so the dick Aaron rarely comes out. Now when I talk about these people, the dick does come out but that’s about it (I know some of you don’t use “dick” in your vernacular but I promise you will be ok).

I talk about serious matters but sometimes in very facetious ways. I don’t think anyone can have a serious conversation about the current gas prices and not feel screwed and discouraged. No one I know can discuss the seemingly airborne STDs young adults carry and not feel a little depressed. Few can talk about war atrocities without feeling aghast at the findings of the true savagery that occurs.

“Over one hundred and fifty honorably discharged and many very highly decorated veterans testified to war crimes committed in Southeast Asia… personally cut off ears, cut off heads taped wires from portable telephones to human genitals and turned up the power, cut off limbs, blown up bodies, randomly shot at civilians, razed villages in fashion reminiscent of Genghis Khan, shot cattle and dogs for fun, poisoned food stocks, and generally ravaged the countryside of South Vietnam… in addition to the normal ravage of war.”

- John Kerry speaking before the Senate of Foreign Relations in April 1971; quote from James Loewen’s “Lies My Teacher Told Me”

Life is real. I quote that to mention that many like things have occurred in this current Iraq war. People should know these things and not forget that real people go through these issues on both sides.

I want to discuss these things in ways that represent the core, the essence of the matter. To not simply accept that it happened, but to also question how it ever got to that point in the first place. I want to show that life should be appreciated and loved. The beautiful lies in what we take for granted everyday and I want to bring that out to you, the reader.

This blog will serve as a platter for random thoughts that occur in all their complexity. I will post some creative writing , some amateur analysis on current events. I hope that anyone who reads it gets something from it whether I talk about a determined sperm trying to make it to the womb, the death of chivalry, or the sexiness of a chocolate chunk cookie from the microwave served off of the delicate fingers of my girlfriend.

Word is bond.

Real quick, I want to give a round of applause to Microsoft for convincing Squaresoft to put Final Fantasy XIII on the Xbox 360 (HAHAHA, in your face Sony).

DREAMCAST FOREVER SON!