Canned Bombs Illuminate Berlin's Art Scene

I was skimming through NY Times today and I came across this article talking about the Graffiti scene in Berlin. It sparked some interest mainly because my friends, Klefta and Wilks, who are studying abroad in Cuba and France, said they would take some photos while on their visit. Hopefully they stay true to their word but in the meantime, for those bloggers who actually do read check out this article and/or watch the video

Bombing Berlin (via NY Times)

Get a Lazyboy and make use of it !!!

MY PEOPLE THIS MASH UP IS CRAZY!!!

No but seriously much respect to ihiphopanonymous and his mind for creating this mix and video

Enjoy the video (Not the video of the day more so video of the moment until I post new ones)

Here's Some Peppermints... You Need Them!!!

I want to put the spotlight on a new arts collective I had the opportunity to witness debut into the art world this past Friday in South Philly. The collective goes by the name of The Peppermint. It was created and is currently moderated by my buddy Johnston Michaels aka "The Black Willy Wonka". The aim of the project is to showcase unique art to the world by means of music, acting, spoken word, photography, film, fashion design, and simply philosophical viewpoints. Those who a part of this dope collective are college students from both Philly and NYC, so this means when posse meets either here or in Philly expect to have a good time watching others share their talents and receive oodles of support from such welcoming and good spirited people.
As a close friend to many of the members and as a supporter of the collective, it is only right that I show some love for my people on my blog

Kudos to Johnston, The Peppermint and the Cider and Pie Party 2-29-08
(I made hot apple cider ya'll and I do not even care for cider, however it was delicious and the guests loved it!)


Check out their Myspace Here (give it a look see!)

The Pepperment= Phun, Phunky, Phresh, Phull of Life

Happy Women's History Month

I want to start this month off right by introducing a piece I wrote late last night and tweaked it during my morning classes. As a writer, it feels so good to have the subject and its accompanying words hit you like a bullet. i was supoosed to be writing two essays last night but the inspiration honestly came from outta nowhere. i'm not going to sit here and try to figure out from where it originated... I 'm just going to share it with my bloggers

Shouts to Sojourner Truth and her mission and intellegence for this one
Let's just say this is "Ain't I a Woman?" for 2008
My first Feminist piece so please be gentle with the criticism lol

"IMA FEMALE, RIGHT?"

You see that male over there? talkin' all sorts of somethin. which one? sweety it doesn't matter. he claims that females gotta be right in the right bodily regions, sprout pretty hair follicles even it be extensions from the Koreans, own bed sheets hand washed by freaks, mold the streets with the stillettoes worn on our feet. what about me? ima female, right? c'mon check me out my dear. hear my vernacular? i sought and conquered my intellect from imperialist males. who i speak of? no one in particular. been a lady up and through these boulevards, avenues, and streets even when a-holes treated me like feces but not once did i flush away the dignity and lady in me. ima female, right? my bedspreads do not resemble sperm banks. ima female, right? yet when males realize this they take business else place tellin me no thanks. it's the sweetness in me to sit and ponder when life goes sours. ima female, right? i had 5 strange males assault me on a crowded bus, did not fuss, but when ME and this tool i chisel words with soaked up pages upon pages of tissue paper, only GOD could offer me more. ima female, right? i witness my mommy get shortchanged countless times by a miser husband. so i read the instructions on how to pause and reset my life watch, written in a language incomprehensible so that i could help repair hers though she believes it to be impossible. ima female, right? i deported my mind and soul from a place i was alien to. ima female, right? males you say i got the look but but at the same time i'm not a female.
then just what the hell am i then?!

OH THAT'S RIGHT
IMA WOMAN
a female is an organism
that refridgerates cartons of eggs to produce
a WOMAN
which is indeed
who I be
so um male
move your head
i'm having difficulty
seeing the MAN who wishes
to reitterate to YOU AND ME
genuine womanhood
which is too often misunderstood

Shoutouts to...

Black Nerds Network shouted ME out this past weekend.. sending the love right back

check out their page...

WHERE MY LEFTIES AT?!

This goes out to all my lefties who had difficulty using scissors, had to sit at right handed chairs with the fold out desk struggling to write comfortably, been told we do everything weird and backwards... it's alRIGHT to use the Left!!!

August 13. Mark your calandars... We got our own holiday!!!

little known discriminatory fact (dedicated to all left handed people)

who do you think you talking to

having the audacity to

even refer to us

as

abnormal

ambiguous

awkward

backhanded

bungling

careless

clumsy

doubtful

empty

equivocal

fumbling

hollow

maladroit

questionable

south paw

ineft freaks?

using my left

was no choice

but rather my destiny

you see, I conceive my poetic

babies utilizing my ovulating right brain

but birth them with the surrogate left hand

not ain't that insane my man

so just let it be

and never again

scrutinize

or

criticize

me

her

or

him

again

on something so irrelevant as to how

we operate a pen

as a matter of fact

let this petition

seep into your infantile brains

while you at your work desks

designing more

applicable pairs

of scissors

for us

Mister and Mrs.

the authors and inventors of these left handed disses

so today i give you the little known discriminatory fact

brought to you in part by

Websters, La Rousse, and American Heritage

dictionaries and thesauruses

whose slogan is

"disguised unintelligence is our route to crooked excellence."

The Countdown Begins...