it caught my attention at first because the name reminds me of Yoshimitsu
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I finished Blink a few months ago. I recommend. I'm currently finishing The Tipping Point. I recommend.
I am moved.
I'm not sure if I've ever said this but, I'm not really into fashion. It's cool but it changes depending on someone or some people's whimsy it seems. What's fashionable changes. Design though, good design does not change. It is fundamental to all creation.
Martin the Tailor from Ed David on Vimeo.
The message you are about to hear to does not represent to the views or beliefs of this blog. That being said, "HAAAaaahahahhaaaahahaaa".......wow
Vlogga Like Puff from jeff on Vimeo.
So I've been sitting on this assignment for months and months now. Having heard all anyone would want to hear about a given film without watching it, I've decided to subject it to the scrutiny of one none to enamored with the expected motif. Hey, I like love stories too. Honestly, though, the only people I'd heard sing its praises were women and girls and yes to be judgmental, I don't think that's a particularly hard demographic to win over with a love story. Hollywood studios stake +20% of their annual profits on this genre/group alone. So I tongue-in-cheeked it whenever the topic would come up, occasionally throwing a doubtful horseshoe into the mix. Well, I saw it and guess what.
While i may find myself liking music, it is the rare song that so compells admiration as this song. 19 is fierce! It reminds me of poetry with musical accompaniment.
Daydreamer am i
A Gifthttp://www.zshare.net/download/532263653e67ea90/
post it. But I just couldn't do it. I don't want to be involved with spreading something so........
Funny or not funny
I couldn't do it.
I remember when a friend of mine introduced me to this volume. I was wowed. I'd never seen such a comprehensive guide to men's style. Not only were there great products, but there were great stories. There were people. There was philosophy. There was what. There was how. There was why. Inspiration and appreciation flowed. I immediately began a verbal campaign to acquire the book from him. At denial number x, I decided to seek my own copy. I would not find it till the second edition had hit the shelves. When i saw it, I bought it immediately. Since having passed it on, I was joyed at the sight of the third volume just recently. More products, more designs, more stories, more traditions, more philosophies.
Simply put, I like nice things. Not because someone decided to charge some exorbitant amount of money for them, but because someone spent an exorbitant amount of time and energy to craft it. We all buy things. Someone (or something nowadays) had to make it. What did they consider while making it? What makes their version special? Their story, their effort, their philosophy on it. While many of the products in this volume I cannot afford as a student at present, I am ever confident that the knowledge endowed by learning the heritage and character of the products makes me a connoisseur nonetheless. One day, I will have my Piaget Altiplano watch. One day, I will invest in a few finely tailored shirts. Soon, I will acquire a well made weekend bag. Not just because I think it will add some extra measure of worth to my life; that's not it at all. I want it because I know it is the best at what it does.
Be the best the best at what you're made for. Know your story. Know your philosophy. Know your heritage. Know your character. And, continue to build a you of the greatest quality and caliber.
Origami In the Pursuit of Perfection from MABONA ORIGAMI on Vimeo.
As a budding designer, my first passion was footwear. I loved the lines, the utility. As an athlete, there were so many important considerations beyond aesthetics it seemed. While creating the most functional design, there lay the dual mission of creating a beautiful shoe. Much like architecture, the challenge is to create not only function but also beauty. Function is beautiful and beauty is functional. Balance
So i had an iDea.
...and tried to recreate it as best as i could.
I am ever grateful for whatever inspiration comes my way. This is the iDea. Take it as an, "if I could engineer my own take on another apple phone, it'd look like this." kinda thing. Forgive me as this is a very rough photoshop job. I'm a bit tired at this point and feel pleased enough with the raw results to retire for the night. It need not look too finished less someone confuse for an actual.
As an iPhone owner, I have come to sincerely appreciate the device. On many occasions I've shared these words with those inquiring of life with an iPhone. "How is it?" In a word, 'Phenomenal'. In a phrase, 'It stands as the most useful device that you'll never need.' I could spend a post singing its praises but instead, I'll share my idea for another iteration thereof.
what makes this one different?
Take everything you know and love about the iPhone 3G and add this
+ Smaller and lighter form factor (feels even lighter in your hand, pocket, or arm band)
+ 800x600 touch display (HD ready baby)
+ Physical keypad (You now have the option of using the physical keys to dial and type)
+ 5MP front facing camera with flash (improved camera with video and iChat capability)
+ MMS (send and receive picture and video messages)
& Nike+ (Go anywhere with your maps, your music, and your phone)
witness the power of an idea.
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References:
KanYe West Music Catalogue
http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com
A work of seemingly spontaneous inspiration, Kanye's 808s and Heartbreak challenges even the most renaissance of expectations. A global musician fighting to stretch the lens and be recognized, refereed, and ratified as a global artist, Mr. West interrupts our regularly scheduled programming to deliver this message, sometimes it hurts too. If this compilation were to be compared to that of another artist, it seems best suited for comparison to Pablo Picasso’s Blue Period. Earnestly enough the album starts with a question and a problem posed in the first six seconds of “Say You Will”. One could ask why Kanye chose to spend half of the track painting the background so. Perhaps it is there to make way for a formal “Welcome to Heartbreak” in which he confesses, “My friend showed me pictures of his kids, and all I could show him was pictures of my cribs.” Questioning sacrifice and trailing backgrounds are recurring themes throughout this collection.
The main body of the album is with as large a panorama as one can achieve prioritizing one drum machine for production and one topic for discussion. “Heartless” cuts, “Amazing” feels the most familiar in this great departure, and Love Lockdown anchors the theme of heartache. “Paranoid” taffies relationship issues with light-hearted instrumentation and tone as “Robocop” follows suit at the heart of the album. He put the shades back on. “Street Lights” eases you back into the heavier things abound in the latter end of the album as Kanye wanders back out there.
“Bad News” sounds like the conversation one has with him/herself after hanging up the phone in frustrated despair. “See You In My Nightmares” is the anger that proceeds the anguish. The synth reminds of the tone from “Can’t Tell Me Nothing”. And then, the lonely nights come again bringing with them memories made in the “Coldest Winter”. Speculation has been laid that this song is about Kanye’s mom but I don’t hear a sad song about mom in this. Instead, there’s this short, conclusive track to an album about love lost and the bluer notes of relationship. The song sounds like someone marching through a snow storm. Question being, where are they going and what are they leaving?
I’m not sure it’s right to require a master piece from every artistic offering. Venerated masters of art from literature, music, cinema, and still visual didn’t produce “that” piece every time. Not every Miles blow was hallowed. Can you name another book that Ms. Neale Hurston wrote? A far greater point is that master work is essentially a matter of perspective, popular as it may be. Even Picasso, during his blue period, struggled to accurately express perspective with human subjects. So what did he do, put them on one line, parallel to the horizontal axis of the canvas. 808s’ lyrical apex comes in the final track, “Pinocchio Story”. Have you listened to the track/the man/the boy? The orchestral apex happens somewhere between Heartless and Coldest Winter. A sonic master piece, this is not. But for now…
Note: http://pablo-picasso.paintings.name/blue-period/
Easily one of the best mixtapes I've heard this year. Adele 1988 introduced me to the songstress. A Boog & Urb supportor since ...And Justus for All, this is great example of the work they can do. From front to nearly back, this album could go LP and be STRONG. Of the tracks, I only dis-dig 1 and that's Right As Rain, which seems a slight stretch. Everything else is wonderful. My fav tracks: 1-6. I'd love a re-up on this one. Great job guys!
i know
i don't know
everything
many things
i don't
understand
everything
many things
i want
to try
if it means
you and me
wildly
stacato
harmony
i remember
when i
was sure
I was sure
then you
took my hand
took me
out to sea
out to see
look at me
out to sea
out to see
i know
i don't konw
everything
many things
i want
to say
look at me
out to sea
if it means
you and me
i'm not sure
I was wondering if Pinocchio would make an appearance
Did you notice that YouTube is wide screen and now offers hi-def?
I'm so looking forward to ending this academic semester. It's all crazy right now. RESET
And just like that
I knew
It couldn't be you
Me, what was that
thing I learned about
me
I was looking at
flashing lights
In the sky
Then the street
On the line in between
flashing lights
I can't be all of me
Some of it I'd have to leave
at the door
before I could be sure
you'd be happy with
all you see
Just like that
CHESTER french
Bofill.
Maybe, my favorite architect right now
I've always been fascinated with lines, especially curved ones. I remember wanting to travel so I could see new buildings. I'd look around for the signature building in the city like, 'where is THE building here' and feeling dissappointed when there wasn't a strong champ. "Boooo" I'd think to myself.
Bofill.'s mix of old white with new glass and the way the archs run with perspective in the Corso are (insert word just short of beautiful).
Bofill.'s site has touch too.
M r . H u d s o n
Nov. 21, 2008 (3:21pm)
I await a meeting concerning
representation of my college
in the President's box on
the gameday of my school's
biggest rivalry
I sit, confident
un-nervous
This is not the first time
I've been given the opportunity
to thank donors personally
It's an honor
that I hope to see other
MISTERs take on 'pon
my departure
I write this like the
blog I intend it for
textual to digital
The current of time
changes the way the 'same' looks
Today's scholar is as much
the scholar of yesterday
but for today
The image thereof is
transformed in reference
but normalized in present
-what is this flicker in my
perifial..periphrial..(sp)
[Enter Dean}
8 0 8 s & H e a r t b r e a k
Perhaps the most significant event to be held in the name of diversity on Clemson's campus was sponsored by the Clemson Conservatives. I don't say this in sarcasm or jest but sincerity. I'm speaking of an event that has not left my memory since its impression. They sponsored a speaker whose name I have ,however, forgotten. The forum centered on the disadvantages of multiculturalism and diversity. Suffice it to say that upon prior research I learned that the speaker's personal relationships had been found in company of those of the radical racial sort. Expectations aside, he more or less gave a 30 minute speech espousing the virtues of segregation. George Wallace might have been proud. The question-answer portion of the event included attendees submitting questions into a pot to be screened by members of the Clemson Conservatives group. I was shocked to discern the discretion taken in choosing the questions as evidenced in the questions cleared to the speaker. Never before had I felt so hushed. Reader, I cannot express the paradox this puts a mind both passionate and rational into. A few others saw their passion win over. One was nearly escorted out. It only hurt their opposing arguement, of course.
At the close of question-answer portion, the police proceeded down the isles of the Vickery auditorium as the speaker said he would be available for questions after the event closed. I went down to them. My brief moment there was not as interesting as the conversation I had with the man outside of the building. In short, he attempted to make a case for how slavery was better for African Americans than would freedom have been. I left the conversation and occassion invigorated. I have since been to several diversity training sessions, multiculturalism-centered events, and served a term as the Undergraduate Student Government Council on Diversity Affairs Director. I have yet to experience an event as edifying as that night some two years ago now. Never before have I been in the company of such well behaved racists, white or black. Never since have I been in a setting that allowed an opinion so socially austricized to be expressed without incident. There was judgement on both sides but there was no coarse objectification or bawdy attack. It was all handled. In it's own way even, it was handled fairly. So rarely is such view given public forum. The irony of diversity is that for it to be accurately manifest, it make room for those who would see it discredited and done away with. Anything other than is a burlesque diversity. Above all, I will never forget the sincere, polite young man as he tried to express to me that my people had not been so great. That we had not made such a great impact on the nation or the world. That we, in comparason to his people, were indeed less than. That I, in comparason to him, was less than. It was not my fault. It just was. He needed to say that. I could hear the moisture in his throat as he spake it. A momento he had kept. He shared this with me. And in polite rebellion. I said nay.
I thought it might be over before it was announced
The state of affairs would have made for the most wonderful comeback story
It would have been a truly historic victory
The headlines would read
"America not for Sale"
"American Maverick"
"Thank You, My Friends"
The speech would have been that of America
and our dreams
and our enduring spirit
and our resolve to succeed no matter the odds
What a story
What a speech
What a president
It would have been
My tears well
My fears do too
What will happen now?
The cheers aren't so loud here
Thank God
But I know they'll come
The irony of racial abuse is that
The other side of the coin is rarely considered
I have not committed my father's sins
But am made to pay for them
Even in my polite rebellion
Yes, this is a historic event
But is that all it is?
Must I celebrate?
I don't agree with what he represents
Not because of the color of his skin
But because of the questionable content of his character
Can you tell me who he is?
Can you tell me who his friends are?
Can you tell me what decisions he's made?
Can you tell me how he's served our country?
Can you tell me what important impact he's made in our country in the past?
Not just for one group, but for our country?
Everyone seemed so ready to celebrate one dimension of him
Hurray, he's black
What else is he?
I hope 52% of America can answer that question sufficiently
I can't help but feel rollercoastered
This has been an incredibly emotional season
I wish his race had not been such a big factor
Such a point of emphasis
I wonder
If the results would have been different
Had America emphasized something else
Had America sought to write something more on their ballot
Had America pointed to something other than history
And given its maverick
Another opportunity to serve
To put Country
Before History
"Sen. Obama has achieved a great thing for himself and for his country. I applaud him for it. Whatever our differences, we are fellow Americans. It is natural, tonight, to feel some disappointment. But tomorrow, we must move beyond it and work together to get our country moving again."
-Sen. John McCain
"Hurray!
Yes We Can!"
went the crowds where I stood
"Keep it down"
said the cop
As if doing us a favor in not calling some higher authority
and reporting our unruly celebration
"Keep it down"
Not five minutes into one of my most deeply manifested smiles
I hear this warning
From this
old
male
white
cop
with a belly
and chew
How I wish he had not been
the stereotypical image that I might have imagined
but he was
and there he stood, his ground
but it was mine too
I too, stand here
and I won't keep me down
Hurray!
I sing
In polite rebellion
"As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, "We are not enemies, but friends... though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection." And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn - I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices, I need your help, and I will be your President too."
-President-Elect Barack Obama
I know a tree
It is red
And the truth
Of it's life
Is only found
In it's death
Where light
Meets drought
Meets cold
It bleeds
This confession
With remarkable presence
And the bare naked limbs abound
Bleeds down to it's soul
Till it too stands
Upon solemn ground
Shameless
I am a witness
This moment will be marked
I can look into the eyes of my students
Black students, white students, yellow students
and tell them
In America,
You can do anything
You can be anything
From a beggar
To the President
With work
With heart
With ambition
Before,
There was only faith
Now,
There is proof
I sit and stare at less than life
Staring up into the opacity
And beams to support this structure
Lighted lamp posts on the inside
Critters on the wall
Cells and cells
Columned windows to less than life
Images only
Not to smell or taste or to tough
Only to stare at
From three feet of space
The same as thousands of miles away
To wrinkle land
But still only to watch
Only to stare
Windows only highlight my prison
But I am caught in the dream of it all
Give hours to nothing
At least I can see you
Staring up into your opacity
Seeking ventilation like air you help me breath fake air
Give me a place to dream to
With beams to support this structure
Cue the violins
Sometimes I can hear
Like escaping footsteps through wrinkled land
When I sit, still
And stare at nothing
Decided
To shoot by love
Since some girl taught me
I can’t choose my love
So I take my watch off
The light still on
Alarm don’t ring
I set on snooze
No charms, no rings
I’m dead on cool
If she don’t concede, she can leave
Right
Right
Somebody tell me that I’m right
Come on
I been goin at it like this too long to be wrong
The time I’ve lost, cannot be re-won
Cannot re-wound
Cannot rebound-ed
U-cate me on how
I’m supposed to be better than I was,
Right now
When what don’t move
Only makes me refuse to budge
Look, I ain’t that used to love
Aight
So grudge if you want,
Cause we broke off salty
A couple showers always got your smells off me
But the tears that leave the taste the longest
End up being the bitter ones
So I always feel more acquitted than a quitter
And if you ask me
My way makes sense
Even saves a dollar
Man that’s 2 for 1
Is when we get done and she ain’t out
Like she might as well be
Haven’t met anybody I wasn’t willing to give up on
So I get a little jaded with the old love songs
I'm unfinished
Just returned from the #Annual Fall Fest (greek step show). It was a good show, my last show as a student actually. There was a young lady there that I know. She's physically beautiful. I don't know her heart or mind yet so I reserve unbrideled praise of her 'beauty'. My advisor made a comment the other day about how I short-change myself socially. For whatever reason, I'm not getting out there enough. Lesson Maybe
While balancing ambitions destined for years into tomorrow, establishing clear lines of priority have meant making some sacrifices. My hope is that while I may be losing out on some experiences, I am gaining a greater foothold on my dreams. It gets tough. Not having a car doesn't make it any easier to break out when there's have a spare moment either. So it may look nice, but the pay off only trickles in at first.
I'll jog first. My purpose in creating this blog started off rather selfishly. I think now though, that it may prove helpful, at least entertaining for you too. Rather than a peeved journal, or specialized hitlist, my aim is set "Publish Post" squarely on inspiration. Let's leave it up there and not confine this post to any specific genre. Whatever passion, whichever river flows through thoroughly will be channeled and posted. Here's a poem that came while I was in a 12-passenger van with a few college mates on my way to a conference. It's titled,
“The Sun Shines on American Me”
Sun in my eyes, I am America
I smell freedom
I hear justice
I have tasted tear-laden honey
I have felt the heavy hand on my shoulder
I walk on blades of glass
I run the risk
A singular article to follow us
This in my chant
This is my compass
This is my compassion.
A song
A psalm
A prayer to the heavens
Sun in my eyes, I am America
Goodmorning
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