fell hardbody on this classic today...this song/video embodies everything that is right/ was right about hip hop. damn without sounding cliche corporate dollars really fuck'd shit up. the hunger in this record is astounding. i mean it comes across so raw. it just baffles me how corny, soft and weak, "new age" hip hop is. i mean it's tailored itself for a wal- mart generation. i mean i could go on and bash about the disgust of what is being produced now but lets be a little bit more positive here. ok. first off, the video shot in black and white; incredible touch right there. the street garb being donned in the video lets examine. for footwear, timberland's. why? because things could pop off and you can't stomp somebodies face in with sneakers. plus sneakers are for jock-o-homos and i don't think there are any in this video. baggy jeans, why for the tech 9 in the waist line. as far as the top goes, hoodie and a warm down jacket because it gets cold pitchin on the block. and last a nice warm hat for the Sculley. also no major jewelry. too hungry for the lavish luxuries. opposed to the neon, scarf wearing, jewelry on loan, abominable taste of what is displayed today. the v used, a modest suv. whats all that's needed for a solid video? your crew because you ain't got nothin when your standing alone. and your neighborhood because you have got to rep your set proper. the melody is perfectly laced. they even know where they came from and paid tribute by tying in the "all night long" mary-jane girls hook. magnificent. please answer me how something so sweet can go so sour? on a final note. real recognize real and crews gave props to one another. a lot of people want to talk reckless today but i guess that's ok when your world is a high rise office. people tend to stay in line when please reference 1: 55 min into the video, everybody is packing. definitely not an advocate for violence but staying in line and respect is important.

pt .2

like a game of chess it is not the move you are about to make that is important, it is the next one that matters. there is this rich process about the winter time that makes one way more in tune with what is going on in the environment. especially when it comes to going for a surf in the winter, it is all about the process. contrasted to the summer months when the air is warm and sun is plentiful, movements are less calculated and the process going about doing things has less meaning. beauty is found in the process in what we do and the care given produces a favorable outcome. for errors result in a lesson learned, which in the end proves to be most valuable. the emptiness of the winter time provides a seclusion and escape without even trying. the solitude of a grey winter’s day opens the mind and forces one to look within due to the subtleties of the surroundings. how fortunate to be able to escape and gain a moment to oneself in this crowded and intrusive world…while going full circle brings one back to the beginning where all things originate.

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pt.one.

simply stated, i love the winter. it takes me a little while to get to this point, but in due time i come around like the 1st and 15th. there are the days of fall which stir much anticipation with the event of hurricane swells in temperate water. the days are warm and the sun hangs in the sky long enough for everyone able to get their aquatic fill whether they have work or not. the days of fall seem to be the golden period of the year when it makes sense to be a surfer in the north east. this elated period last for sometime and then something starts to happen. the sky gets a little greyer, the wind more brisk, and the clocks get turned back. naturally when there is some type of resistance, you push back. you see the weather forecast, you step outside in the morning and you sneer and snicker for the bliss of autumn is long gone. the wind blowing seems to penetrate any garment of clothing no matter what it is. being indoors almost seems like a viable and practical choice in spending ones time. the will to wake up early, for what? the winds been howling out of the wrong direction for weeks preventing any wave generating storm system from approaching. checking the surf report is totally out of the question. the tasks one takes up to add purpose to a day is fascinating. for the days are only going to get a lot colder before they get warmer...

some required viewing...
... first off a video about the n.w.o...

... and second a video from mumia abu-jamal who is currently on death-row in a video about how wars begin...

ok ok enough time has passed. that whoora ra-ra-ra- cmbaya, dont worry be happy garbage has worn off. ok. for a lack of better words, shit is fucked up. still. it was real cute when obama got the nomination for the 44th president. i must admit i was wrapped up in it, and truth be told i liked it. however, revolutionary minds can not remain idle and subdued due to the mass media's watered down pacification of the people. damn people we have a voice. we have each other. we need to put the two together and rise above as one human race. so much stuff lately has left me utterly disgusted in how savage man-"kind" can act. things just do not seem real anymore. everyday the news is sensationalizing one story after another. it makes me think when is it going to be enough? i may digress for a moment only to briefly remind one and all that his imperialist majesty king bush is still in office no matter if he is a lame duck at that. may i run down his impressive resume: the iraq war, the LACK of intelligence which lead to 9/11, the disgusting mis-management of katrina, and the economy. i am letting him off easy because there is so much more that should be brought to light however those are just some of the front page issues. and that bastard oliver stone, that dude had me fooled. congrats. my hat goes off to oliver stone the con artist he is. i paid for that measly ticket to go watch "w" only to sit there and watch the credits roll at the end and feel compassion for the situation and for bush. damn! what a bambozelment! oliver stone went way, way to kind on bush. as of recent i have gone through what you may want to call an awakening of some sort to the practice of non- violence. i am adamantly against the use of any violence, however what george w should have coming to him....how could one man fucked up as much as he could have. it is truly remarkable in all the most negative ways. and he is going to be put out to graze at his new ranch in texas, while people and families throughout the world have been turned upside down due to his decision making. children have lost parents in a war that was created on the pretense of mis-information. some men and women will never have the motor functions they left to fight the war with. all because this paramecium brained individual was given false information. wow. i sit here an i write this for the fact that at the moment i do not know what to do. and that is a lot to admit. one day i hope and strive to be in a position where i can make a difference and have an impact. for now i peck away at these computer keys, releasing emotions that have been stirred up inside. maybe i feel helpless for i do not know how far a voice can reach or who it may effect. maybe it is a lack of capital which in society is associated with power. money is a necessary evil in which when used to buy goods is ok, however when used to gain power is not. i am truly dumbfounded as in what is next for us. part of me is scared. actually a lot of me is scared. there is so much natural beauty around us however when i look at man a wave of nausea and disgust come over myself. the garbage that is pumped of the television is abominable. the music that is traversing over the airwaves is soft, emotionless, and watered down. it's just so shocking how so much of what represents our world today is just so marginal and sub par. issues of race and ethnicity are as alive today as they were in the past. women are still marginalized in our society through reinforced images and thoughts through the mass media. there just seems to be a lack of integrity and no nobility in acts carried out by humans. i have great friends and family in my life that i am so fortunate for however there is a lot that pains me. i just feel as if we are missing our point and purpose as human beings in our very short existence on planet earth. please keep in mind that no matter who you are, or what you may do, or where you come from, that one day we will all be reduced down to nothing but dust. so think then "what is my purpose in life?" that expensive hand-bag that that was just bought, when you are dust do think that really matters? those flashy belongings that were paid a lot of money for, does that really matter when you are just going to be dust? being popular for the wrong reasons, will that matter when you are dust? my point is that the only thing that will matter is the legacy that you as a human have left behind and the resulting generation that has been created by you that will inherit the earth and the values in which they will hold true because of the teachings provided to them. power should no longer grow out of the barrel of a gun. the concept of power should come from the unifying of human beings and the thoughts shared amongst one another. and the integrity and preservation of culture should be upheld 100% of the time. as hard as it may be sometime, always we should try at least to do the right thing.