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Friday, January 29, 2010
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Two Horizons Press
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Supreme Design Publishing
As many of you know one of the businesses that I am involved with is Supreme Design Publishing.
To find out more about it just go straight to the site. Don't be shocked at me promoting some of our good books through the blog. Also check out the whole Supreme Design Publishing world also by checking out the Supreme Design Publishing Blog and also the Supreme Design Publishing Podcasts.Also you can follow us on Twitter.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Keeping your cookies down, learning how to walk tightropes....
This jewel is Equality.
Equilibrium is a crazy thing. Sea sickness is all about your equilibrium being off. It makes you dizzy, sick to the stomach, unable to focus. Now if your physical equilibrium can being off can mess you up like that imagine what your emotional, mental, social, etc equilibirium being off will do to you. It will kcuf you up that’s what it’ll do. When you mental equilibrium is off you are likely to get physically sick and depressed. When your physical equilibrium is off you are likely to be sluggish in your thinking and making a lot of wrong choices.
Working on the boat you can’t help but to think of balance. You are on a craft rocking back and forth on water, cutting waves, and breezing past the surf. Mentally you want to be on the Middle Path, Golden Path, Middle Pillar. Physically you want to be on rocking a
proper food pyramid , physically sound tone for frame, etc.
Being on the ship made me think of moderation and my own father a lot. He’s in his 80’s, gets around, and is physically/mentally sharp. I notice that he keeps a nice center in terms of emotional, mental and physical extremes. He also does what he needs to do in order to upkeep all of those 3 points. It’s all about not overextending oneself. I had to learn the lesson on the boat because it is a mistake that I had made a lot on land. Over extension will sap your resources without renewal. It will weaken you. It also sets many to take advantage of you where they never develop their own strengths. We want for others what we want for our self yet the proper way to bring this about is to teach them to fish instead of giving up the whole fish reserves.
Being thrown into a whole new environment I was learning how to function. I also observed my whole learning process so that when I returned to the land I could learn it all over again. The environment on the boat was challenging at times. I got bleach burns from the chemicals, I found out that racism was on the down low all over the boat, I craved the sunlight at all times being that my quarters had no natural light.
BTW….if you when you don’t have Equality in your life you end up as a candidate for Iniquity (in-equality). Don’t die in your own iniquity.
After developing the crazy hardness on my hands from cleaning I came across this article.
What I Like in a Man: Sandpaper Hands
By Erica Beeney
November 2006, Volume 146, Issue 5
Esquire
Maybe my bias from growing up in Colorado. One late spring, my friend Dave took me up into the mountains on a road I was never able to find again. We stood on the riverbank and blew up the patched gray raft together. We climbed on, and the world sped up and closed in—nothing but trout-colored water, white spray, and my heart beating in my mouth. Then we hit the rock. I got dumped over the side and lost a fingernail while fighting to shore. My teeth chattered as I blubbered and sucked my blood. Dave knew just what to do. He struck a match on his palm to start a fire. His hands were as rough as sandpaper, hardened by calluses—the kind of hands that could save you.
A smooth hand is nothing to be proud of. Calluses tell a story: a weekend spent repairing fence posts, replacing the oil filter on the Triumph, tacking across the harbor in a hard wind. Calluses are the proof of doing something that was hard enough to do that it made scars. And unlike tans and white teeth, calluses can't be faked. A free climb up the face of El Capitan leaves blisters; watching someone else do it on the Discovery Channel doesn't.
When did we start believing that life wasn't supposed to leave marks? I don't want my man's hands to remind me of my little brother's. I want them to be strong and maybe even a little bit scary. I want them to be the kind of hands you don't say no to. If your hand makes me picture you sweating, I picture sweating with you. (I'm blushing now; a pause as I fan myself gently.) So spit on those palms, rub them together, and get to work. Leave some skin behind on an ax handle. Make your fingers bleed on that guitar you haven't picked up since college. Then grab a girl. You'll have her at the first touch.
Equilibrium is a crazy thing. Sea sickness is all about your equilibrium being off. It makes you dizzy, sick to the stomach, unable to focus. Now if your physical equilibrium can being off can mess you up like that imagine what your emotional, mental, social, etc equilibirium being off will do to you. It will kcuf you up that’s what it’ll do. When you mental equilibrium is off you are likely to get physically sick and depressed. When your physical equilibrium is off you are likely to be sluggish in your thinking and making a lot of wrong choices.
Working on the boat you can’t help but to think of balance. You are on a craft rocking back and forth on water, cutting waves, and breezing past the surf. Mentally you want to be on the Middle Path, Golden Path, Middle Pillar. Physically you want to be on rocking a
proper food pyramid , physically sound tone for frame, etc.
Being on the ship made me think of moderation and my own father a lot. He’s in his 80’s, gets around, and is physically/mentally sharp. I notice that he keeps a nice center in terms of emotional, mental and physical extremes. He also does what he needs to do in order to upkeep all of those 3 points. It’s all about not overextending oneself. I had to learn the lesson on the boat because it is a mistake that I had made a lot on land. Over extension will sap your resources without renewal. It will weaken you. It also sets many to take advantage of you where they never develop their own strengths. We want for others what we want for our self yet the proper way to bring this about is to teach them to fish instead of giving up the whole fish reserves.
Being thrown into a whole new environment I was learning how to function. I also observed my whole learning process so that when I returned to the land I could learn it all over again. The environment on the boat was challenging at times. I got bleach burns from the chemicals, I found out that racism was on the down low all over the boat, I craved the sunlight at all times being that my quarters had no natural light.
BTW….if you when you don’t have Equality in your life you end up as a candidate for Iniquity (in-equality). Don’t die in your own iniquity.
After developing the crazy hardness on my hands from cleaning I came across this article.
What I Like in a Man: Sandpaper Hands
By Erica Beeney
November 2006, Volume 146, Issue 5
Esquire
Maybe my bias from growing up in Colorado. One late spring, my friend Dave took me up into the mountains on a road I was never able to find again. We stood on the riverbank and blew up the patched gray raft together. We climbed on, and the world sped up and closed in—nothing but trout-colored water, white spray, and my heart beating in my mouth. Then we hit the rock. I got dumped over the side and lost a fingernail while fighting to shore. My teeth chattered as I blubbered and sucked my blood. Dave knew just what to do. He struck a match on his palm to start a fire. His hands were as rough as sandpaper, hardened by calluses—the kind of hands that could save you.
A smooth hand is nothing to be proud of. Calluses tell a story: a weekend spent repairing fence posts, replacing the oil filter on the Triumph, tacking across the harbor in a hard wind. Calluses are the proof of doing something that was hard enough to do that it made scars. And unlike tans and white teeth, calluses can't be faked. A free climb up the face of El Capitan leaves blisters; watching someone else do it on the Discovery Channel doesn't.
When did we start believing that life wasn't supposed to leave marks? I don't want my man's hands to remind me of my little brother's. I want them to be strong and maybe even a little bit scary. I want them to be the kind of hands you don't say no to. If your hand makes me picture you sweating, I picture sweating with you. (I'm blushing now; a pause as I fan myself gently.) So spit on those palms, rub them together, and get to work. Leave some skin behind on an ax handle. Make your fingers bleed on that guitar you haven't picked up since college. Then grab a girl. You'll have her at the first touch.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Smack me and I'll smack you back
The Jewel is Justice
I have been in club fights yet a bar fight at an old dock saloon is another thing.
And most muthjumpers out there just don’t have any hand skills. I’ll get to that later
though.
Most time we hear the word ‘justice’ in the context of a criminal being sentenced. If they get the type of punishment that we thought was appropriate then ‘justice’ was served. So we are often only seeing ‘justice’ as a punishment. Justice though is not just a penalty. It is also a reward. It is a measurement on how well you paid attention to your surroundings. Each penalty or reward will not be the same for each person. If my son went and took some money out of my wallet trust, he will get punished. Yet his punishment will be NOTHING compared to the unrelenting ass whooping that I will give an adult that dips in my stash! Being aware of my situation, weighing what I want out of life, and tallying up my resources I resolved on the boat to get the reward out there that had been waiting for me for so long.
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again
St. Matthew 7:1-2
People be taking the ‘you shouldn’t judge anybody to heart.’ (and yes NON-religious people this verse is the source of you saying ‘people shouldn’t judge anybody.’). People judge people all of the time. When you choose which of your friends to ‘hang out with’ you have made a JUDGEMENT CALL. When you decide that you aren’t going to go out on a date with a certain person that is a JUDGEMENT CALL. When you say, I don’t agree with x, y, or z that is a JUDGEMENT CALL. It’s the other part of the verse that people don’t digest. I judge people all of the time..so what. If I don’t like something about you I don’t want you around my son..catch feelings if you have to. And often time when people get upset about the people whom I made judgement calls on they come back to me later cause they had to go through a funked up lesson to find out WHAT I TOLD THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. Take the second part of the verse,”,,,,,,,,,” It just means that what you call someone out on you’ll be called out on if you get caught doing it. So if you are saying don’t eat pork don’t go and get caught with some bacon in your mouth. So yeah I judge AND I accept that people judge me cause I KNOW what the verdict will be.
And my judgement on some of my shipmates is that they were drunken bastards who just didn’t have any hand skills. Yet they would get into fights. You know the type who always use that tired excuse “you should have my back no matter what.” WTF?? No YOU should use your intelligence and not get into f*cked up situations all of the time. Sometimes YOU are the one who is wrong and you need to take that ‘beating’ so that you will start using your damn brain. Take responsibilities for YOUR actions AND take the penalty.
I also see how port cities are just like the ‘other side of the railroad track.’ All of the ‘outcasts of society’ seemed to make their way down to the docks. I had to constantly remind a lot of the crew who went to drink on land that they didn’t want to become a bad episode of Law and Order. The ‘dregs’ of society up in the bar and here I was with some starry eyed kids who just wanted to get drunk.
As another aside a port city is a trading post. It allows a lot of different types of peoples to come together and interact and barter. It allows for lawful exchange and unlawful exchange. Now at one port I saw the BIGGEST rat that I’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve been to some parts of NYC where they had ‘fat rats’ who definitely needed to be on Jenny Craig. Yet this rat looked like it was walking up in Starbucks and drinking quarts of mocha, loca, frapalapas. Believe me when I say that it looked like a small dog. The sound it made was like a small pony wheezing (yes…I know what that sounds like…another story).
I mostly kept to myself while on board. I was there for different reasons then the majority of the crew. Sometimes though I would journey with them to shore and relax in a pup. Now those whom grew up in the inner city or are familiar on any level with the general ‘art of war’ know that there are somethings that you automatically do when you enter in an unfamiliar place. You do the knowledge to the exits, you position yourself so that you can see the entrance, you position yourself so that no one can sneak up behind you, you don’t get drunk, etc. When we walked into this particular bar I was like…damn. I mean it would be no thing if I was in there with my boys yet this placed smelled like trouble. What was ‘funny’ though was that the crew was just clueless. The only dude whom trusted under these conditions was the 2nd chef whom was this black muslim dude (Kareem PEACE) whom I rolled with. He was near my age and was also from CT. Most importantly he had common sense. Now amongst the others whom we were rolling with was this one dude from some backwater town in Maine who couldn’t hold his liquor, the metro undercover dude that I talked about in my last post, a confused Spanish lush lady, and a dude from FL who we all didn’t like because he was just damn lazy.
Drunk Maine dude started to try to kick it to some dudette in the bar. Dummy didn’t realize that her boyfriend had just went to the bathroom. From there it was on. All I saw was a bottle crack the back of his head and him being stunned that he was bleeding. Before he got cracked by another me and Kareem were working to move them out of the bar…stupid skcuf wanted to stay and fight. So we were literally in the middle of the two groups; pushing one group out the door while trading blows with the other group. Fortunately the dumb shipmates started to run back to the ship because Kareem and myself were nice yet we didn’t know what else that they had. Knives and chains are so ‘out of style’ and I haven’t yet mastered the art of catching a bullet. They were respecting though the steel arms and puppy dog walk techniques. And I am sure that I performed dentist routines on more then one of them. When we got back to the boat I told them that next time I would let justice be served. Needless to say, they watched their steps in regards to bars from then on in.
I have been in club fights yet a bar fight at an old dock saloon is another thing.
And most muthjumpers out there just don’t have any hand skills. I’ll get to that later
though.
Most time we hear the word ‘justice’ in the context of a criminal being sentenced. If they get the type of punishment that we thought was appropriate then ‘justice’ was served. So we are often only seeing ‘justice’ as a punishment. Justice though is not just a penalty. It is also a reward. It is a measurement on how well you paid attention to your surroundings. Each penalty or reward will not be the same for each person. If my son went and took some money out of my wallet trust, he will get punished. Yet his punishment will be NOTHING compared to the unrelenting ass whooping that I will give an adult that dips in my stash! Being aware of my situation, weighing what I want out of life, and tallying up my resources I resolved on the boat to get the reward out there that had been waiting for me for so long.
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again
St. Matthew 7:1-2
People be taking the ‘you shouldn’t judge anybody to heart.’ (and yes NON-religious people this verse is the source of you saying ‘people shouldn’t judge anybody.’). People judge people all of the time. When you choose which of your friends to ‘hang out with’ you have made a JUDGEMENT CALL. When you decide that you aren’t going to go out on a date with a certain person that is a JUDGEMENT CALL. When you say, I don’t agree with x, y, or z that is a JUDGEMENT CALL. It’s the other part of the verse that people don’t digest. I judge people all of the time..so what. If I don’t like something about you I don’t want you around my son..catch feelings if you have to. And often time when people get upset about the people whom I made judgement calls on they come back to me later cause they had to go through a funked up lesson to find out WHAT I TOLD THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. Take the second part of the verse,”,,,,,,,,,” It just means that what you call someone out on you’ll be called out on if you get caught doing it. So if you are saying don’t eat pork don’t go and get caught with some bacon in your mouth. So yeah I judge AND I accept that people judge me cause I KNOW what the verdict will be.
And my judgement on some of my shipmates is that they were drunken bastards who just didn’t have any hand skills. Yet they would get into fights. You know the type who always use that tired excuse “you should have my back no matter what.” WTF?? No YOU should use your intelligence and not get into f*cked up situations all of the time. Sometimes YOU are the one who is wrong and you need to take that ‘beating’ so that you will start using your damn brain. Take responsibilities for YOUR actions AND take the penalty.
I also see how port cities are just like the ‘other side of the railroad track.’ All of the ‘outcasts of society’ seemed to make their way down to the docks. I had to constantly remind a lot of the crew who went to drink on land that they didn’t want to become a bad episode of Law and Order. The ‘dregs’ of society up in the bar and here I was with some starry eyed kids who just wanted to get drunk.
As another aside a port city is a trading post. It allows a lot of different types of peoples to come together and interact and barter. It allows for lawful exchange and unlawful exchange. Now at one port I saw the BIGGEST rat that I’ve ever seen. I mean, I’ve been to some parts of NYC where they had ‘fat rats’ who definitely needed to be on Jenny Craig. Yet this rat looked like it was walking up in Starbucks and drinking quarts of mocha, loca, frapalapas. Believe me when I say that it looked like a small dog. The sound it made was like a small pony wheezing (yes…I know what that sounds like…another story).
I mostly kept to myself while on board. I was there for different reasons then the majority of the crew. Sometimes though I would journey with them to shore and relax in a pup. Now those whom grew up in the inner city or are familiar on any level with the general ‘art of war’ know that there are somethings that you automatically do when you enter in an unfamiliar place. You do the knowledge to the exits, you position yourself so that you can see the entrance, you position yourself so that no one can sneak up behind you, you don’t get drunk, etc. When we walked into this particular bar I was like…damn. I mean it would be no thing if I was in there with my boys yet this placed smelled like trouble. What was ‘funny’ though was that the crew was just clueless. The only dude whom trusted under these conditions was the 2nd chef whom was this black muslim dude (Kareem PEACE) whom I rolled with. He was near my age and was also from CT. Most importantly he had common sense. Now amongst the others whom we were rolling with was this one dude from some backwater town in Maine who couldn’t hold his liquor, the metro undercover dude that I talked about in my last post, a confused Spanish lush lady, and a dude from FL who we all didn’t like because he was just damn lazy.
Drunk Maine dude started to try to kick it to some dudette in the bar. Dummy didn’t realize that her boyfriend had just went to the bathroom. From there it was on. All I saw was a bottle crack the back of his head and him being stunned that he was bleeding. Before he got cracked by another me and Kareem were working to move them out of the bar…stupid skcuf wanted to stay and fight. So we were literally in the middle of the two groups; pushing one group out the door while trading blows with the other group. Fortunately the dumb shipmates started to run back to the ship because Kareem and myself were nice yet we didn’t know what else that they had. Knives and chains are so ‘out of style’ and I haven’t yet mastered the art of catching a bullet. They were respecting though the steel arms and puppy dog walk techniques. And I am sure that I performed dentist routines on more then one of them. When we got back to the boat I told them that next time I would let justice be served. Needless to say, they watched their steps in regards to bars from then on in.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The love of the father.
St. John 3:16 (KJV)
I love life. I wouldn't carry it in my name (ALife) if I didn't. I'm sorry that I don't have horrible stories of my childhood to validate my 'blackness". We weren't no where near rich and we lived on the other side of the tracks for a minute yet the love of my parents filtered all of that into an incredible growing experience. From those moments in time the seed has always been within me to pass that down to my children. My son is the heir of that legacy. He is the portal to eternal life. If you gaze on him and believe in the sanctity of the potential of the young Black boy to internalize goodness and grow to be able to expand it into his environment upon maturing than you realize the connection of the above Bible verse to the role of the Father to his son.
And some get confused because of our relationship. I simply love my son. Yet sadly many have not seen the love of a father for his son or a son for his father. This is most evident in some women in my past who think that my love my son is exclusive so that if I was to get involved with them that I couldn't love them or their own children the same. Anyone who has ever observed me around children knowledges that isn't the truth. I treat everyone's children like my own and trust me..your babies will love C'BS.
The open secret is that the love I have for my son is an example of the intensity by which I love period. It is sad because some women couldn't see that. And I understand because the landscape of a person's past denies them the ability to envision the road ahead. And because they have never experienced unconditional love they were unable to recognized it when it bathed their body. Also I have always seen all children as my children.
In this way the love of God is transformational and I dare you to not be changed by it. It is that love by which I walk through my community and I am loved by the community in return. It is that love which allows me to connect with the 85%. It allows one to close the gap and distances. It is..
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