Archive for July, 2009


Point @twopointoh

Point at 2.0 This Jon Genius photograph was inspired by an exhibit that Jon and I saw at LACMA last summer. In the exhibit are works of photographers ranging from Anne Lebowitz to Lusha Nelson, who took Peter Lorre’s photo for the January 1936 issue of Vanity Fair. It would be Lorre’s photo that would inspire our interpretation.

@jgenius: Go ahead and point @twopointoh too…”we be doing this anyway.”


Chasing Inspiration…Patient

I can’t seem to find the version that I wanted to post. Years ago, on a stay-in-the-house-cause-its-raining-and-we’re-broke-anyway night on Lenox Rd. Benny and I were watching the local ARTS station. We’d sit in the room searching for mutual or individual inspiration and not say a word. Well this was one of those nights.

Like a flashing light through deep darkness, the music of the opening sequence of “The Envelope” drew us in and nearly suffocated us. The choreography enveloped us as we sat mesmerized until the very last note, by far the best moment in the entire piece.

This is not the version that I saw, nor have I seen the orginal version since that Winter of 2006, but it is inspiring nonetheless.


Evidence That I am Alive

I travel quite a bit. One day I was sitting in one of my favorite places to sit. An airport terminal. There is so much that can be learned watching singles, couples, and families travel…with or without their kids, spouses, or iPods. Anyway, in my search for inspiration I decided to write. As I was writing, I noticed a thread or a through line in all of my words. They were becoming sentences that were becoming evidence that I have not only lived, but that I am SO alive.

I thought I might write a book. Care to add to the growing list? Well, even if you don’t want to add, stop by every now and a while and I’ll probably have added some more. Enjoy it however you want.

1. The sound that I hear when I pee.
There is something about being a man and using the bathroom standing up that is defining. This moment [2 to 3 times a day] is solitude. It is a moment when you typically only hear the sound of your own consumption exiting your body and splashing a foot below you. [or inches depending upon your endowment] It is obvious that you had to have eaten and drank enough to expel. The sound that I hear when I pee is evidence that I am alive.

Get it??? Evidence that Im alive? Toilets in a cemetary??? Oh nevermind.

Get it??? "Evidence that I'm alive?" Toilets in a cemetary??? Oh nevermind.

2. Recognizing a place that I have been to before.
Have you ever been driving or walking through an old neighborhood or a part of the city that you don’t frequent and seen a restaurant or stores that you know you have been to before? How about cruising through an open field and seeing a tree that made you think the very same thought the last time that you saw it? Recognizing a place that I have been before is evidence that I am alive.

3. Knowing you can find the address to your hotel on the back of your hotel key.
Find yourself at an open bar event and you’ll know why this is a key travel survival tip.

4. Waving at the satellite.
I mean what better way to wave at your children…in 2030.

5. Remembering old cartoon title sequence songs or your favorite parts of a Disney movie.
This is the thing, you are only truly yourself with a bowl of cereal and a Disney movie.

6. Going to the bar with the knowledge that your order will impact the rest of your night.
A great deal of this depends on who you visit the bar with. If you run up there with your drunk Auntie Betty Ford and she says “Let’s do 3 rounds of Parton shots…” you shouldn’t be surprised when the officer asks you to walk a straight line and you can’t. But as I get older, I know that I can be the cool relaxed guy with the Bourbon, or the party animal who dances to every song that the DJ spins with the Vodka.

7. Going to the barbershop or hair salon
Obviously, I “cut” my own hair at this point. But, I got facial hair and I know that telling someone how you want to be groomed and relaxing as they prepare your situation is like having someone cook for you. I prefer female barbers.

8. Cravings of any kind…Duh.
9. Anyone’s birthday.
10. Funerals.
11. Weddings.
12. Your family asking “When is you going to give us some grandbabies.”
13. Boredom.
Mr Barack Obama commends Any1Man

14. “I remember when’s”
“I remember when you could walk people through the terminal in the airport and sit an wait with them until they got ready to take off.”

“Oh yeah, well, I remember when Barack Obama commended Any1Man.”


Turning off the television one channel at a time.

One of many hats

I spent my Satuday in Harlem crossing the “T’s” in TOTV.  Shouts to VFerg’s 3D studios.


I rarely answer my phone.

I rarely answer my phone. It began with my love/hate affair with Sprint PCS. This was the second phone service provider that I signed with. My first ended in a $1500 phone bill that was a result of “roaming”. Remember when phones had roaming charges?

I was always concerned about my minutes. So I used to text message people that would call me. While that was once thought of as taboo or even rude, it is now not given a second thought. It is simply given a response.

But even this kind of response can be given begrudgingly. There is a sort of disconnect a person can feel after receiving a text response to their phone call. This is where the outgoing message comes in.

When we had our first answering machines, which for many of us without our own lines was in college, we used the simple formula. Find the sexiest slow jam on the Quiet Storm and record it to a tape before Tony Brown (or whoever your deep voiced DJ was) started talking about what was happening at the convention center that weekend, or what hair products the 9th caller would win. Once you had your recording of “Stay” by Jodeci or “Art of Noise” you’d hold down the record button on your answering machine. After pressing play on the Aiwa radio, you’d let the intro of the song play just long enough to let your callers recognize the song. Once the verse came in you’d manually fade down K-Ci and Jo Jo and say your lines in your sexiest pre-adolescent voice:

“Hey (breath)…this is George (breath)…and, uh (breath)… I can’t get to the phone right now..but, uh (breath)…if you want…leave me a message…(breath)…and when I get back (breath)…I’ll, uh (breath)….hit you back……..peace.”

You had to say peace at the end. But it usually sounded like “payce”. Then what? You got it, fade that thing right back up and let the chorus play out for a little bit.  Man, those were the days when what made you cool was being the first to have the newest chart topper on your answering machine’s outgoing message.

Well, I still do it. In a way. I try to leave as entertaining of an outgoing message as I possibly can. Why? Because I probably ain’t gonna answer the phone; and probably won’t call you back for quite some time. It’s a shortcoming. But, the most fascinating thing about this practice of recording silly outgoing messages which range from jokes, to touch tone instructions (I don’t have an automated voicemail that can accept your keystrokes) or verses from poems I have written is that people have not only grown accustomed to calling and not reaching me, they have come to expect my silly messages.  Moreover, I find that people are disappointed when I either answer the phone or have the standard greeting of “This is George, leave a message.”

Recently, I got a slew of birthday calls (on my birthday of course). One of these was from an old and dear friend with whom I hadn’t spoken in months. When I picked up the phone she said, “Oh man…you picked up!! Damn, I wanted to hear your voicemail.”

I have made not answering the phone less than a disappointment. It has become a personal cultural acceptance and an allowance specifically for me.

That’s 2.0

Make your own.


2nd LINE


(click the link Einstein)

nola street


Teaching (the) 2.0

I am sitting on the train riding through North Jersey marveling at my journey. Though I know today’s destination is a short trip away from where my story began, the path that led me here has been a long one.

Today, I am going to conduct my first meeting with the staff. I have been commissioned to teach a performance class as a part of a 5 week intensive summer program.

My students: in high school.
Their future: in my hands.
My blessing: inconceivable.

I am going to be teaching students how to do what I have just recently figured out how to do:

“Get people to watch what I’d be doing even if they were not watching.”



For more on the EYTE (Elizabeth Youth Theatre Ensemble) visit their blog EYTeenSpot and follow them on Twitter

Special thanks to Theodore P, Safiya G, Omar S, and Genese D.

I'm watchin you watchin


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