-North Gate
Truth retraces the fond memories of middle school with a walk down Biscuitville lane.
I was looking for DJ ADDikt and his posse; floating through the sweet stands and kiosks, until finding my childhood baker, Mrs. Fields. She had been in every storefront and was now setting up shop at the Cinnamonster.
O' the unappreciated. The mall was never about the shops; it was about the people, the ones that no one noticed. The ghosts of the retail world and the spirits of the material realm.
Where once, there were grunge kids waxing curbs, now there were movie theaters and moon bounces. Rent-a-cops never had it so easy.
I'd rather the old way,
but call me crazy...
O.V. Wright - I'd Rather Be Blind, Crippled, and Crazy
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
-Faculty Club
Like the first day of Summer, Truth makes his splash, and the ripples go on.
The family's grown in many ways. Sometimes we were together for the sake of the family unit. The philosophy of One and a systematic world were all the reality we needed back then. Now the world that surrounds us is not the nurturing place that we grew up in.
The function and the frequency with which we see and hear from one another isn't quite the same. No cellphones, skypes, texts, or letters could reach me until now, but today it all changes. I'm back on my grind, back in the street, back to the heartbeat of the O.D.D.
Sir Truth is an uncle, Rich is still a mom, McSip is now a Godmother, and a unit that once seemed unbreakable bears a much greater weight. I'm here brothers and sisters. Truth will not abandon the friendships, nor the families, that took good care of him in direst of times.
No longer living in my childhood home, I look back to the days of the early Knox St. Knuckleheads and wonder, did our parents know?
If so, now, is our chance to return the favor...
Jackie Wilson- To Be Loved
Like the first day of Summer, Truth makes his splash, and the ripples go on.
The family's grown in many ways. Sometimes we were together for the sake of the family unit. The philosophy of One and a systematic world were all the reality we needed back then. Now the world that surrounds us is not the nurturing place that we grew up in.
The function and the frequency with which we see and hear from one another isn't quite the same. No cellphones, skypes, texts, or letters could reach me until now, but today it all changes. I'm back on my grind, back in the street, back to the heartbeat of the O.D.D.
Sir Truth is an uncle, Rich is still a mom, McSip is now a Godmother, and a unit that once seemed unbreakable bears a much greater weight. I'm here brothers and sisters. Truth will not abandon the friendships, nor the families, that took good care of him in direst of times.
No longer living in my childhood home, I look back to the days of the early Knox St. Knuckleheads and wonder, did our parents know?
If so, now, is our chance to return the favor...
Jackie Wilson- To Be Loved
-The Cradle
Truth and Soul are one in the same.
A sold out show leaves Fellows outside but a scalper arrives and solves everything.
Hip Hop is not to be defined but an event such as this, deserves some explanation. From Kazi, to the Justus League, Big Pooh and beyond, the party kept rolling and the reciprocation grew.
A performance twenty years in the making; De La was more than ready.
"De La Soul is not dead I know because I'm De La 4 Life," were the words written on one woman's shirt. She was pulled on stage and once the roar of the crowd had begun Plug One made a participatory competition between the venue's two sides.
"This side is Hip Hop!" he yelled.
We later came face to face and we all circled round to dance, pump fists, dap each other, and place silly hats atop his head. The DJ was robotic. The scene was a typical Chapel Hill sort of weird. The set was followed by an encore, more photo opportunities, water, and an appearance from one of the Jungle Brothers.
All too exciting,
now for soul,
and sleep...
James Crawford- Strung Out
Truth and Soul are one in the same.
A sold out show leaves Fellows outside but a scalper arrives and solves everything.
Hip Hop is not to be defined but an event such as this, deserves some explanation. From Kazi, to the Justus League, Big Pooh and beyond, the party kept rolling and the reciprocation grew.
A performance twenty years in the making; De La was more than ready.
"De La Soul is not dead I know because I'm De La 4 Life," were the words written on one woman's shirt. She was pulled on stage and once the roar of the crowd had begun Plug One made a participatory competition between the venue's two sides.
"This side is Hip Hop!" he yelled.
We later came face to face and we all circled round to dance, pump fists, dap each other, and place silly hats atop his head. The DJ was robotic. The scene was a typical Chapel Hill sort of weird. The set was followed by an encore, more photo opportunities, water, and an appearance from one of the Jungle Brothers.
All too exciting,
now for soul,
and sleep...
James Crawford- Strung Out
-Life & Science: the science of life
Truth and others pose as the Murphy household to unveil a natural world within a concrete jungle.
Episcopalian Church interview: With handkerchief, tea, and reference in hand. I briskly jogged up to meet Rhonda. When Concrete asks for a light you're in luck? Nephews know respect, repeating the words that never seemed so brilliant, until spoken by someone for the very first time.
The streets have been waiting. Artisans roam from cookouts to wine tastings and the sweet humid air breathes its last breath of summer. Cosmic and Cookout, Old E and Highlife, the combination's one finds when given a proper appetite.
The ups and downs are as simply put as a hand out the window of a car. Sometimes we resist the breeze and endure a cool force. Up, down, the wind does not change.
Only the angle one choices to approach.
You know...
Homer Banks- I Know You Know I Know
Truth and others pose as the Murphy household to unveil a natural world within a concrete jungle.
Episcopalian Church interview: With handkerchief, tea, and reference in hand. I briskly jogged up to meet Rhonda. When Concrete asks for a light you're in luck? Nephews know respect, repeating the words that never seemed so brilliant, until spoken by someone for the very first time.
The streets have been waiting. Artisans roam from cookouts to wine tastings and the sweet humid air breathes its last breath of summer. Cosmic and Cookout, Old E and Highlife, the combination's one finds when given a proper appetite.
The ups and downs are as simply put as a hand out the window of a car. Sometimes we resist the breeze and endure a cool force. Up, down, the wind does not change.
Only the angle one choices to approach.
You know...
Homer Banks- I Know You Know I Know
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
-Houston
Truth is no match for a Texas layover but J Sikes made sure to serve more than peanuts and pretzels. Watch out industry!
Retinal scanners, fingerprints, and lines as far as the eye could see, is it worth is? Truth provides the documentation and delicious caffeinated beverages to back it. Oh, excessive security measures, how I missed thee.
The smell of sulfur and lava was still stuck to my skin as I took my seat in an economically classed seat. Continental now employs storytellers, as well as comical servers, and part-time models; altogether it made for a delightful flight.
The physical parchments of this journey are bound in a leather gift from a good friend, Charles Cressy. I now opened it for its second installment. There was a picture of a lazy brunch in an Antiguan courtyard; a lifetime ago. A message from Sara, with a lucky piece of Earth; when would Truth express his thrill? An improvised piece by Patricko's alter ego moistened my brow and brought a tear to my smiling cheek.
How can I bring ODD to the rest of the world?
The rest of the world is waiting,
and friends deserve eachother;
if you've a better place,
I've a bit more time.
Allen Toussaint- Southern Nights
Truth is no match for a Texas layover but J Sikes made sure to serve more than peanuts and pretzels. Watch out industry!
Retinal scanners, fingerprints, and lines as far as the eye could see, is it worth is? Truth provides the documentation and delicious caffeinated beverages to back it. Oh, excessive security measures, how I missed thee.
The smell of sulfur and lava was still stuck to my skin as I took my seat in an economically classed seat. Continental now employs storytellers, as well as comical servers, and part-time models; altogether it made for a delightful flight.
The physical parchments of this journey are bound in a leather gift from a good friend, Charles Cressy. I now opened it for its second installment. There was a picture of a lazy brunch in an Antiguan courtyard; a lifetime ago. A message from Sara, with a lucky piece of Earth; when would Truth express his thrill? An improvised piece by Patricko's alter ego moistened my brow and brought a tear to my smiling cheek.
How can I bring ODD to the rest of the world?
The rest of the world is waiting,
and friends deserve eachother;
if you've a better place,
I've a bit more time.
Allen Toussaint- Southern Nights
-Pecayo: the final ascent
Aravac and Truth plummet down Pecayo's pumice mountain.
"Necesito stick! Necesito stick!" the children yelled.
A small girl gave Aravac a walking stick as a gift and we set out. Horseback taxis made the path a treacherous obstacle course of manure and rock. A tiresome trek until the break in the tree line.
The separation of green forest and black volcanic ash signified the immediate changes in climate and landscape. The Earth smelled of Nitrogen and Sulfur. We continued and the rocks grew more and more jagged. Every language was spoken, every country accounted for; a frying pan held scrambled eggs, people passed marshmallows for roasting and we brought something to share with the spirit of the volcano as well.
A dog slept on the warm rocks. If the spirit was calm and the lava was actively flowing underneath, we assumed all was safe. The thin shell of rock cracked under each footstep and the heat became unbearable.
I, who once resented cigars, handed one to Aravac and he withstood the heat long enough to light it against the scalding lava. The sun set on the three volcanoes in the distance and we sat watching it feeling as though we'd never come closer to the edge of the world.
Night fell and we made our way back in the dark...
Ray Charles - Ring of Fire
Aravac and Truth plummet down Pecayo's pumice mountain.
"Necesito stick! Necesito stick!" the children yelled.
A small girl gave Aravac a walking stick as a gift and we set out. Horseback taxis made the path a treacherous obstacle course of manure and rock. A tiresome trek until the break in the tree line.
The separation of green forest and black volcanic ash signified the immediate changes in climate and landscape. The Earth smelled of Nitrogen and Sulfur. We continued and the rocks grew more and more jagged. Every language was spoken, every country accounted for; a frying pan held scrambled eggs, people passed marshmallows for roasting and we brought something to share with the spirit of the volcano as well.
A dog slept on the warm rocks. If the spirit was calm and the lava was actively flowing underneath, we assumed all was safe. The thin shell of rock cracked under each footstep and the heat became unbearable.
I, who once resented cigars, handed one to Aravac and he withstood the heat long enough to light it against the scalding lava. The sun set on the three volcanoes in the distance and we sat watching it feeling as though we'd never come closer to the edge of the world.
Night fell and we made our way back in the dark...
Ray Charles - Ring of Fire
Saturday, August 1, 2009
-Chirrepeco
Truth was purged and the President was on his way.
The tea cooperative has many superstitions. I had overlooked one when choosing a red shirt; apparently the color of revenge. As the armed forces began patrolling the premise, Aravac and I stood, as the subject of much media attention.
We passed the security check point and began the patient wait with some nonchalant networking. Helicopters passed overhead. Don Luis' marimba band, 'Mis Primeras Teclas', played Coban, the song of the city, while others noshed cookies and tea.
The President of Guatemala, Álvaro Colom Caballeros, was lead by a procession of military muscle. He stepped into the auditorium, dressed more casually than ourselves, wearing glasses, and walked straight up to us, shaking our hands. Aravac snapped a quick photo as he asked us where we were from. We had gotten more face time than anyone else at the event.
The government provided a delicious lunch of plantains and Chuchitos. It was time to celebrate. We four headed to the Equinoccio, Coban's finest bar, and enjoyed espresso martinis over an Independent Mexican film, La ley de Herodes.
The political circles seem always to repeat...
Ripple- I Don't Know What It Is But It Sho' Is Funky
Truth was purged and the President was on his way.
The tea cooperative has many superstitions. I had overlooked one when choosing a red shirt; apparently the color of revenge. As the armed forces began patrolling the premise, Aravac and I stood, as the subject of much media attention.
We passed the security check point and began the patient wait with some nonchalant networking. Helicopters passed overhead. Don Luis' marimba band, 'Mis Primeras Teclas', played Coban, the song of the city, while others noshed cookies and tea.
The President of Guatemala, Álvaro Colom Caballeros, was lead by a procession of military muscle. He stepped into the auditorium, dressed more casually than ourselves, wearing glasses, and walked straight up to us, shaking our hands. Aravac snapped a quick photo as he asked us where we were from. We had gotten more face time than anyone else at the event.
The government provided a delicious lunch of plantains and Chuchitos. It was time to celebrate. We four headed to the Equinoccio, Coban's finest bar, and enjoyed espresso martinis over an Independent Mexican film, La ley de Herodes.
The political circles seem always to repeat...
Ripple- I Don't Know What It Is But It Sho' Is Funky
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