Friday, January 29, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Norman Rockwell : Painter
Norman Perceval Rockwell was born on February 3, 1894, in New York City. His portrayal of American lifestyle brought him fame and fortune and notoriety. Some consider him to be the greatest American artist ever and he has the artwork portfolio to back up the consideration. But to me heand his painting were a guaranteed laugh at the breakfast table, when everything else around me was changing and everyone was inconsistent his painting could be counted on. They were always there depicting something I could relate to, whether it was "The runaway", a piece displaying a little boy with his hobo stick discussing his options with a police officer, or "No Swimming" which showed 3 boys running naked after being caught swimming in a lake they had no buisness in. Either way Mr. Rockwell and his paintings have always brought me smiles n laughter, I hope they have that effect on you as well.
"No Swimming"
"The Weigh-In"
"Before The Shot"
"No Swimming"
"The Weigh-In"
"Before The Shot"
Allen Iverson. Him and his legacy
They say you want to remember a person at their best, when you check out of this life you want to be remembered in a bright light or be remembered as an addition to this world. You don't want the bad times to overshadow the good, and some can say that Allen has left a bad taste in the mouths of his fans. But for a second, just for a second remember A.I., remember the kid from Georgetown who wowed crowds all across america. An ESPN Top 10 moment waiting to happen. Whether it was a perfect pass, amazing drive or that one in a million crossover, a cross over so dangerous Jordan couldn't defend it. Remember him for that. Don't let the "practice" rant or his run in with the law cloud your memories, but let live these 10 moments and leave the media for the media.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Travis Barker: Forever Remix
This is like Jordan in the fourth, Gretsky on a breakaway, Tiger on the green. The Greatest at his craft. Art. Music.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Highlights of 'Hope for Haiti Now' Concert
Couldnt find a clip without the Commercial bare with me tho.
Help Haiti Now!
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Help Haiti Now!
Text Yele to 501501 to give $5.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Just call me Martin please...
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Intellectual Thoughts
My Intellectual thoughts have depths my speech cant fathom
So my mouth doesn't know, therefore world you cant have them
The mind is a terrible thing to waste and thats what speech gives me
So when i sit quiet in the corner please know i keep busy
I think about the worlds, and the curvature of the earth
I think about a perfect man and the conception of his birth
Like does a tree make a sound when it falls and not heard
This is just light shit, tip of the ice berg
Right hurrrre
Below the dreads is where it takes place or think about this
Everything takes space
I think about magic, religion, afterlives and underworlds
Money, clothes, hoes, cars and pretty girls
My mind sometimes tells me
You don't have time to think about consequences, failures and shit
You need to worry about the stories your going to tell your kids
So thoughts or rent, silly arguments and taxes are flaccid
They will be your undoing
My exterior is cool n calm but underneath
Their is a monsoon ensuing
A down pour of ideas, touching time as it lapses
Each thought connecting with another firing synapses
Bend backwards
If i was told to write my thoughts on a page Id leave it blank
My mind cant be tamed or remain to sustain in study groups and think tanks
Think BLANK, Take nothing as a given
Let your brain be the surgeon, let your thought be the incision
For too long have we let others think on our behalf
Instead
Feed, Dont b Fed
Give an answer to the question "Why care?"
Stand on your own two feet
Get yourself out of the high chair
My intellectual thoughts are light years
Stars in another galaxy
Their metaphors and abstract analogies
Not all absolute truths, some crumbling fallacies
And that is exactly the reason you cant be mad at me
My intellectual thoughts are faulted, in every aspect
Its a time machine in space that hast come back yet
Its a backflip
That shit is too deep to even practice
I cant formulate words to even begin to explain that action
My thoughts are passion outlasting every living thing you could ever imagine
My intellectual thoughts are mine and you cant have them.
One Love
So my mouth doesn't know, therefore world you cant have them
The mind is a terrible thing to waste and thats what speech gives me
So when i sit quiet in the corner please know i keep busy
I think about the worlds, and the curvature of the earth
I think about a perfect man and the conception of his birth
Like does a tree make a sound when it falls and not heard
This is just light shit, tip of the ice berg
Right hurrrre
Below the dreads is where it takes place or think about this
Everything takes space
I think about magic, religion, afterlives and underworlds
Money, clothes, hoes, cars and pretty girls
My mind sometimes tells me
You don't have time to think about consequences, failures and shit
You need to worry about the stories your going to tell your kids
So thoughts or rent, silly arguments and taxes are flaccid
They will be your undoing
My exterior is cool n calm but underneath
Their is a monsoon ensuing
A down pour of ideas, touching time as it lapses
Each thought connecting with another firing synapses
Bend backwards
If i was told to write my thoughts on a page Id leave it blank
My mind cant be tamed or remain to sustain in study groups and think tanks
Think BLANK, Take nothing as a given
Let your brain be the surgeon, let your thought be the incision
For too long have we let others think on our behalf
Instead
Feed, Dont b Fed
Give an answer to the question "Why care?"
Stand on your own two feet
Get yourself out of the high chair
My intellectual thoughts are light years
Stars in another galaxy
Their metaphors and abstract analogies
Not all absolute truths, some crumbling fallacies
And that is exactly the reason you cant be mad at me
My intellectual thoughts are faulted, in every aspect
Its a time machine in space that hast come back yet
Its a backflip
That shit is too deep to even practice
I cant formulate words to even begin to explain that action
My thoughts are passion outlasting every living thing you could ever imagine
My intellectual thoughts are mine and you cant have them.
One Love
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Normalcy Mixtape
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