Friday, March 27, 2009

Season 5 has been completed...

Woke up and did a bunch of chores. Took my mother to the dentist, my great aunt to the hospital, cleaned the garage, my closet, my car and some of my basement. It was time for a break I thought. So I head on over to grab myself a night smoke, an H.Upmann Cameroon wrapper smooth smooth robusto cigaro...

Everyone got whacked. Everyone. The writing just gets better and better. I can't begin to explain how well written the series is. The way the writers bring everything full circle during the entire running of the show. Truly, it is a masterpiece and I am eager to take on season 6 both parts One and Two...

And what is going to happen this weekend....while I smoke some high quality cigars, drink some high quality tea, I will be watching some high quality material in Season 6 Part One! I am looking forward to completing the Sopranos. Just like Entourage I caught up all over DVDs, and when I am done I know I am going to be sad...so i am thinking of what to do next...do; I meant watch...I am thinking either Lost or the Wire...thoughts ladies and gents?



Moral: "To think. When I got out of the joint, I thought an airbag was Paulie Walnuts."

Keep dancin'

Thursday, March 26, 2009

How to pay for it...

So here it is, Tuesday night and I did something like 3000 jump ropes...no kidding...it's a believable number right...fine I don't care what you think...I head out for a cup of tea with my boy Jizz. Drive around beautiful Boston; take in the cityscape at night...then I'm to J-Dizzle's place. We're going to stay up all night and watch movies cause I offered to take him to the airport Wednesday morning at 430am....

Hannibal Rising, Hustle and Flow, and then a taste Chapelle's Killing them Softly stand-up...just awesome stuff...It's 430am now. We head out. Every which way I tried to get to the airport the road was closed...I'm not getting into it though...so i finally drop my boy off, he's chillin on the beach with an umbrella drink right now waving at us suckers here...i get some sleep. Actually I overslept til around 1230pm and almost missed lunch with my boy G.

We meet up, talk it up a few hours, grab a tea, walk around in beautiful 50 something weather...then I head over to cut the mop that is my hair. On my way I see this guy in a z4 with plates "filmkr" so naturally I followed him and told him that I was working on a script and got his card! Score! I get my haircut [see attached photo] and my boy Jizz swings by and gets me. We head off to Harvard sq. Run into my boy Ish who runs Adidas on 1270 Mass Ave in Cambridge's Harvard SQ (hottest shit this side of the Mississippi swing by and GET SOME!) and we chat it up about blogs and what not so check his out and support his work (http://www.nicetotheface.com/) cause it's NICE TO THE FACE! On my way out I see some ballin as classic trainers...and so, the rest is, well...see for yourself...



Moral: Karma...Pay it forward...

and keep dancin'

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Get off me you old hag!

I see a light. I see my father. I am talking with my father. I'm talking with him about what's been going on since, well, anyhow. I have the excitement of a little kid; talking about what I have been up to, graduation and work and what have you...and then the light gets a bit brighter, gets a bit more intense....I wake up but I still see a light. My father's now glowing...

I try to stand up out of bed to have a better look. I try again. And again. And then again. I can't move. Something was holding me down. Some force. Some power. I started to panic a bit...I tried to open my mouth but I couldn't...I was able to get back to sleep. I woke up and wasn't paralyzed. Was I dreaming? Probably. Did I awake to temporary paralysis? Most definitely.

The something that was holding me down is known as "Old Hag Syndrome." The mechanical, physical and biochemical functions causing this sleep paralysis closely related to the normal decrease in tension that occurs during Rapid Eye Movement (REM). This occurs when the brain awakes mid REM leaving the person fully conscious but unable to move...so what happens if you are able to move? Sleep walking...and in the unfortunate case when no hag is sitting on you this may happen to you...



Moral: This is the reason you may need Padded walls...

Keep dancin'

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The essentials....

In order to liquid you need music to liquid to, and what better than one of the most formidable performances of all time...Bad Boy Bill alongside Richard Humpty Vision in a bouquet of disco, funk, club banging record spinning executions of all time...I'm talking about the CD that brought me back to when I was 16 yesterday...I'm talking about The House Connection Volume 2!

The album was dropped in 1998, 11 years ago, amazing...I had heard it and fallen in love, you know the type of stuff that brings kids to cuddle with their favorite stuffed animal, I'm not kidding...really though, the CD in its entirety is a non-stop heart-pumping musical masterpiece. Every house lover at some point or another should have this in his and her library...

This is William Renkosik we're talking about, better known as Bad Boy Bill, i mean the man spins 4 wheels of steel at a time. As he keeps pumping out CDS and liver performances Bad Boy's abilities are yet to diminish...his shows, amazing; his skill, unmatched; his grease, well he has a ways to go to catch up...regardless, if you got some time to listen enjoy the whole album in these 6 parts which someone was so kind to upload onto youtube...













Moral: Just one of the many songs you can sink your teeth into...

Keep Dancin'

Monday, March 23, 2009

And so it began...

I was going to become a break dancer. My mind was made up. As it should be apparent by now, I love music and I had decided that I was going to dance in break beat fashion. I loved hip-hop, Biggie and Pac and Snoop and Hov filled the airwaves at all hours of the day. Spring of my 16th year, shit 11 years ago...never mind that though...

I worked on my Uprock, my six-step, the turtle, hell i was even trying to get my windmill down. I was getting there; my moves were becoming liquid smooth. My skills were slowly preparing for battle. Then I hit the gym, decided to play some recreational volleyball, and heard the sound of freeze pops being squished before they are frozen, you know that sound...well it was actually my ankle...I dislocated it landing on the foot of another played on my side of the net...painful to say the least...

There I was, crutches, break dancing was put on hold. My good friend at the time, The King, who had been studying in the art of liquid, saw my frustration and decided to help me out. Try this he said. Placed the palms of his hand about 2 inches apart and then curled the fingers of one hand over, then he came back, and then curled the fingers of the other hand over...to make it as if there was some sort of string attaching his fingers...so, I practiced, and practiced and practiced...liquid is the name....



Moral: When one door closes, use grease to open it back up....

Keep dancin'