Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Room Up In Heaven

Through the depths of my soul
Something takes hold of me
I see a room full of my greatest influences
Having a conversation in heaven
2Pac, Jay-Z, Eddie Vedder, Salvador Dali, Ansel Adams
Black Thought, Kurt Cobain, Frank Lloyd Wright
And a handful of others
And I wonder...

With all their success
Do they still feel pain?
Have they fulfilled all their dreams?
Then I enter the room
And their eyes turn to me

"What brings you here, stranger?"
They ask
"I want to know something, have you found God here?"
They look at me funny
"We haven't seen him yet, I guess he still has work to do on Earth."
I scratch my head
"So why are you all here if you don't get to see him?"
I ask
"Because it gives us time to think and share ideas,"
They reply
"Soon we'll go back down to Earth and continue His work,
now sit your ass down and watch the show."

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Song of the Day

Title: The 6th Sense
Artist: Common
Album: Like Water for Chocolate

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Song of the Day 3

Title: It'll Be Alright
Artist: DMX
Album: Walk With Me Now...Fly With Me Later (upcoming album to look out for)

Song of the Day 2

Title: A Ballad For Fallen Soldiers
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: The Blueprint 2: Gift and the Curse

Song of the Day

Title: I Did It My Way
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: The Blueprint 2: Gift and the Curse

Monday, October 11, 2010

I'm Out For Presidents to Represent Me

My first entry in this blog made a bold claim that the next President should be a Philadelphian. This was a tongue-in-cheek comment made to relieve some frustration from the Phillies' defeat in the World Series against the mighty Yankees. But honestly, I do believe the next President should be a Philadelphian, or at least someone who shares the same values as we Philadelphians do. And to be completely straightforward, I am getting frustrated enough with the state of this great land that I would like to just say 'to hell with teaching' and announce my candidacy for 2012. Unfortunately, some thing called the Constitution prevents me from doing so until I am 35. In the meantime, I suppose I will be writing and teaching kids before I take such drastic action.
So, I must ask myself, who should be our next President? Well, I hope that Obama gets reelected to start things off. And I firmly believe that Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter should be our President for 2016. I have been particularly critical of him and some of his Roc-a-Fella contingents' supposed association with certain secret societies, but it all stems from that love/hate paradox I discussed below. In reality, I know that he means well and his ambition and success is rooted in a dream much bigger than personal gain. The bottom line is who can argue with a man who said, "Let's stick up the world and split it 50/50." Enough said. We need to help second and third world countries, not kill their people and take their resources.


The most sublime paradox I have discovered in life is that people tend to hate the ones they love and love the ones they hate. I know I do, for it is part of the human condition. I guess this is because the two sentiments are polar opposites and opposites tend to attract. The end result is static. This paradox makes it difficult for society to progress. I figure the only way for society to progress and for all races and cultures to see eye to eye is to erase all the hate. In my experience, hate is bred by generalizing or typecasting groups of people. I do it often, but only in jest. Racism, classism, etc. is simply amusing to me. We need to move forward from such archaic ways of thinking. If America wants to wholly fulfill its destiny as the great melting pot we need to think collectively as Americans, not as individuals and groups divided by race and class.
The reason I thought about this love/hate paradox is I watched a film by Adrien Grenier from HBO's "Entourage" entitled "Teenage Paparazzo." It chronicles the life of a 14-year-old paparazzo named Austin Visschedyk and explores the relationship between celebrities and the paparazzi. Like certain paparazzi images and tabloid stories, I have made several entries in this blog that probably offended famous and powerful people. I did not do it out of spite. I did it because our society's obsession with fame, celebrity, money, and power is destroying our hope for the future. Young Americans hold celebrities in such esteem that they aspire to be rich and famous without regard to what these aspirations will contribute to the greater good. In "Teenage Paparazzo," a survey of young adults presented them with a choice of future careers. I don't recall exactly what the careers were, but let's say they were Senator, doctor, CEO of a Fortune 500 company, college professor, and assistant to a celebrity. The majority of the kids responded, "assistant to a celebrity." WOW. Somehow we need to readjust our youths' way of thinking, which is part of the reason I am strongly leaning towards becoming a teacher in the next year or two. This career choice is parallel to the love/hate paradox because I really don't like being a student, but would enjoy the other end of the bargain.

Song of the Day

Title: Regrets
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Reasonable Doubt

Sunshine, geyeah

I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person
I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin
with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation
in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!"
Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am
but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean
It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul
are half closed, I put the key in
Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in
Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in
Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars
This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars
Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna
Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner
Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner
Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner
Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets
This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck

Chorus One:

This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
And through our travels we get seperated, never forget
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets

As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning
in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction
My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin
her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin
A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit
but it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it
They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it
you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic
My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger
like Camp Crystal Lake and
don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped
within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom
No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin
My life found I got ta live for the right now
Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands
once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets

Chorus Two:

You used to hold me, told me that I was the best
Anything in this world I want I could posess
All that made me want is all that I could get
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young)
(repeat 2X)

I found myself reminiscin, remember this one
when he was here he was crazy nice with his son
I miss him, long as I'm livin he's livin through memories
He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies
In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy
I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be
Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin
On your life I tried to talk to him
But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz
Frontin like they're, Big Willie but really old niggaz
Hoe niggaz, this year I'm sho' niggaz think I'm slippin
I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin
for my hustle's goin too well to hit him
You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em
Anyway, I ain't tryin to hear it, I think I'm touched
this whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much

Chorus One: repeat 2X

Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all