I love a woman of mystery. I love a confident siren who makes harmony out of ambience. This is Naomi. She was poolside in Brazil. She could be anywhere right now, but I promise the sun is shinning her way. Though I am sure she looks great in moonlight as well.
Archive for January, 2011
Tonight, I went to get the Fish Sandwich with Chuck Lightning. Going to get the Fish Sandwich is a tradition that Chuck and I unknowingly started way back when. [That’s code for, “I don’t know when, but it will detract from the story if I put too much thought into it”] When we go to get this fresh Fish of the Day sandwich from Houston’s it is guy time. And for two guys who spend most of their time on the road talking about Androids and the like, guy time means we are going to talk about girls. Women, that is. Women.
Our guy time used to last longer, maybe we had more women to talk about, or maybe we’re starting to understand how this conversation eventually ended for our fathers. Not just our biological fathers, but all of the men that have proceeded us in their exploration of how to carefully place their dreams on stage, on paper, and on screen.
Chuck has been doing a great deal of reading lately and as my room mate on the road I have had the pleasure of reading after him. Topics have ranged from the lifestory of George Condo, the artist responsible for Kanye’s latest album cover artwork, to Gladwell’s assertion that Social Media is a passive piece of wool pulled over the eyes of would be activists of the 21st century. We read digital copies because Chuck has an iPad and a weekly subscription to the New Yorker that provides us with an endless source of reference material. But, it seems like over the last couple of months we’ve been focusing on biographies and stories about the events that led to the success of some of our favorite leading men in TV, film, literature, and science. Among all of these individuals, different in color, creed, motivation, and of course discipline there was one eerie commonality.
“I’ll have a side salad, but the size of a whole salad instead of the side that comes with my sandwich,” Chuck said.
“Wait, so you want an additional salad? Because I will have to charge you for that.” said our waitress. Looking at me, she probed, “…and do you want some of his salad, or will you be okay with your own?” It was obvious that she was looking for any clues she could find about our sexual orientation. We were, after all, at dinner together… in Midtown… Atlanta.
“I’ll be fine with the fries,” I said. “Just fries.”
With one of our heroes, Atlanta rapper Andre 3000 sitting surreptitiously at the bar just a few yards away from us, we jumped deep into our ongoing conversation. For us it was a conversation for which we were always prepared. It could be the half sleep ear hustling of each others international Skype conversations or the very conscious memory of the night in New York when neither of us returned to the hotel room after the show. Whatever it was, this was going to be a good Fresh Fish Sandwich.
You have probably already heard it. But just in case you have not. Jay-Z is teaming up with Overbrook Films. The Smith’s, The Carters, and The Obamas need to found another planet.
Full article courtesy of HipHopdx.com
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About #TOTV…
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Bruno sing. Bruno sing good.
Breezing through the breeze way in the Sky Lounge and T says to me, “These clothes these dudes wearing on this GQ site are sick….oh and there’s the homie.”
Sho nuff there goes Anwar Naim. So, I searched back through the library and threw a little Lawry’s on the photos I capped of him backstage after the JM show in Cologne. Apparently it’s true, because both times he didn’t know anybody was watching him. So all rise and repeat after us:
“Even if you weren’t watching
(Even if you weren’t watching)
We’d be doing this anyway
(We’d be doing this anyway)”
”hold ya flicks/ I’m not for the photo ops/Black Thought/Code Name/Yaphett Koto/I twist like the ratchet in the auto shop”
After the show.
…okay actually it’s a little more Sao Paulo where the last taste came from. Do me a favor, pour this one over ice and serve with a warm slice of life.
Sitting in a room on the day we were about to leave Brazil, Mr. Cohran, Mr. Irvin, Mr. Brown and Mr. Pointoh had a wrap meeting. [#punswild] Mr. Pointoh happened to have his phone with him and as the sun began to set and the music began to soundtrack, the memory was made. Here it is, exactly how it happened. Mr. Brown can be credited for pointing out emotion, “Right here!” Mr. Irvin, for playing the Pantomime piano. Mr. Cohran for the view of the Sao Paulo skyline behind the Ray Bans and Mr. Pointoh for the capture and the [Manual Blackout]
This is Closed Captioning. You will learn much more about it as the ratings climb. Turn off the TV. You can do this too.
Been busy. Florianopolis, Rio de Jeniro, and Recife are the cities that we have performed in so far. Let me tell you, Brazilian people are passionate. They are detailed about their Risotto and they don’t speak Spanish (you dummy), so you are better off speaking English and playing charades than speaking your broken High School Spanish 202. Anyway, the picture above is me in front of Christ the Redeemer.
I call this one, Stairway to Heaven.
I have taken a LOT of pictures, but haven’t had wi-fi as consistently as I had planned, so it has allowed me to spend more time photoshopping on my phone. But for my friends and family who I know stop by here from time to time, here are a few flicks.
Warning: I ate 8 Lobster Tails, so don’t say anything to me about lobster, shrimp, crawfish, or any of that for the next 2 months. I was eating them and tossing the shells like wings. I mean there were so many tails that I wasn’t even “cleaning the bones” so to speak.
What a world.
What a God.
What a blessing.
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