Saturday, May 30, 2009

Just Sharing

So I was using my stumble button today and i came upon this article. It was so well articulated and I thought you should all read it. This is the kind of stuff i would like to see in a Cosmo or something, but will probably never make it in there. Such is life.

The Article

Friday, May 29, 2009

Legacy

So over the past couple of weeks I've spent a lot of time trying to learn about the lives of some of the great people in our history. Every person has a great story to their life. For every color barrier broken, there is a college career with 4 varsity letters. Everyone knows the stories of the kid who didn't make varsity as a sophomore, and of course the college dropout. Even in the stories that don't qualify as rags to riches, there is often a significant amount of adversity, which is accompanied by the perseverance to get through.

If you get some time today, or tomorrow, look up some legends. See where they came from, and how they got to where they are today. It will serve to enrich and motivate you.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Making Of Showtime



Big ups to Dom.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Tweet

Big_Sean Chinese food in the airport sucks!!! I really think I ate some dog! lol. Last night me, Kanye n Drizzy Drake made some classic shit!!


Oh word.

You shoulda been followin' me by now.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I'm Wearing All Black


To Express My Rage

...see the Yeezys? Yeah me either.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Shoe

I don't know if I talk to you guys that much about my personal interests, but skateboarding is definitely one of them. I'm not saying that I can do it, all I'm saying is that I really respect the people who are good at it. That having been said... Jerry Hsu is crazy, and you should peep his video if you want to live.



Oh also, it's a throwback.

LA Times: Do The Right Thing



Just read the article

Saturday, May 16, 2009

UNTITLED.


I know I said this was gonna happen last week, but I felt it was sort of disrespectful to just post over Pat's post like that. Now, I'm glad you were all so patient with me. Here is the full, finished version of my mixtape, UNTITLED. Spread that link yo.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day

To all the moms out there.

More importantly, to every woman who has somehow shaped me. Thank you.

This is your day, relax and enjoy it.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Dear Mom

2008
2006
1994
1988

*****
dear mom,

it's may 7, your birthday was 6 days ago and mothers day is this sunday. I miss you more and more each day. over the past few weeks I've becoming increasingly stressed by the burden of your absensce. everything that happens is a reminder of you, some laughs, some tears, some anger. you're in my thoughts every minute of the day. lately ive been feeling like those thoughts are too much of a burden to be productive in everyday life. last week I sat outside my class crying because I read an email you sent me begging me to come home back in september. then the next day my manager sent me out on the property to look for abandoned cars because I looked like a mess because I spent the time before work reading the notes you sent me about how great I can become. I just don't see it. anyways mom, I know what you would tell me, so I'm writing this to you more as a reminder to myself. I'm giving myself thru mothers day to continue crying and feeling sorry for myself. it will have been 4 months on that day. on monday when I get up I'm going to live my life with your strength and happiness everyday, I need to release the stress that we both carried the past 3+ years, and turn that into positive energy. wish me luck.

love,
pat

*****

My Mom, Pamela Marie Jackson, passed away on January 10, 2009. She fought cancer for almost 5 years, it started in her lungs, and eventually went to her brain. We spend her final month together at our house, and even though her brain was very cloudy, we were able to share a lot of things before she passed away. I'm an only child, and my parents divorced when I was 2. More or less, for every year of my life, I spent Sunday - Wednesday with my mom. It was just me and her, and we literally did everything together. In the past couple of years, since college started, all of the stuff going on really got to me, and I would get angry very easily. My mom would always try to get me to calm down, and I would always take my anger out on her. We had our fair share of fights, nothing that most mothers and sons don't do. I don't regret the arguments that we had, because they made us closer. I have a ton of regrets. My mom made every sacrifice that she could to do everything she could for me, and I wanted to do a lot of things for her. People tell me that I still can, but that's not true at all. I like to tell myself that I'm lucky, because I was able to brace myself for this happening for years. Unfortunately, that never holds up, because up until about 2 months before she passed away, I was trying to believe and hope for a recovery and because I've never had anyone close to me pass away. It sucks to lose your mom, but it sucks more when she's your best friend, when you're only 20, when she's only 48, and when you're there every day of the last month of her life take care of her every second of the day. The last month we had together was the best and worst month of my life. We got to hang out, I showed her pictures from facebook of all my college friends, and the stuff I'd been doing out in AZ along with updates on all my friends from Loyola and a whole bunch of other things. The bad part was giving medicine, changing sheets, and keeping the place clean. My family and I decided that having in-home hospice would be the best way for my mom to pass, but the day before she passed everyone thought it was best to take her to a nursing home. She was unresponsive at that point. There is a school (Foshay) down the street from my house, and when they EMT were taking her down in the stretcher, it was around 3:00 and there were schoolkids everywhere staring at her. That was the worst feeling of my life. The next day I went to the nursing home to sit with her, she passed away in the early afternoon. I was overwhelmed by the amount of people who called, texted, wrote on my wall, and sent me messages. At the same time, I was kinda pissed off that none of my friends were able to make it to the service. I now realize that I'm the type of person to hold all my emotions in, and because of that I don't think I let anyone know how much I would have wanted them there. That's part of the reason I'm writing all of this. When I spoke at the service a week later, it hadn't even hit me yet. I killed the speech, and I'm so glad I did because my mom would always brag to people about how good my speech at 8th grade graduation was, so I had a rep to hold up. Most of the thoughts that go through my head are about how much I wish I could hear her voice, or even make a joke with her. I'm pretty good with not wondering why this all happened, or going into a "woe is me" attitude. I get moved to tears, or have to fight them back in public every single day because of something random that reminds me of my mom. Any thought about her reminds me how much I love her, how much I miss her, how sad it is for my entire family, and how much I want to succeed so that people don't worry about me. There are all sorts of people (namely Steve-O or Kanye) who have seemed to have lost their minds after their mom died. I have every excuse in the world to start doing coke and E everyday and people wouldn't even question me. I can't do that though, I know she wants me to achieve all the goals that I told her about, and at this point, I am determined to get those things accomplished. This whole situation really sucks, but I'm actually in a whole lot less stress than I was before she passed. Sometimes I feel an unmovable burden of pain, and other times I feel like her spirit is lifting me up and motivating me to do everything I can do. While both of those thoughts are very frequent, I think the motivation is starting to happen more, and without recognizing that pain, I can't become who she wants me to become. I hope this all makes me a stronger person, and I do feel like I can overcome anything.

If You Ever Felt

Studio43 Films Presents: DRAKE from KENNY BURNS on Vimeo.


...like you wanted to hang out with Drake, here's your chance.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Classic



Classic shoes.
Arizona legends
LA legends.

Yep

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Circus Tricks

Groovy


This song has a nice feel to it. Oh and B.O.B. is a B.E.A.S.T.

Wait Your Turn

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Haters


These kinds of guys always ruin my fun. I know they're supposed to keep everything safe, but yesterday they pushed a lot of drunk people into the streets in the middle of the day, for almost no reason. Props to Bobbyhundreds for the pics of the pigs. This one is from a Mayday rally in LA.

Play That Funky Music


The guy in the middle is DJ A-Trak. He is killing the DJ game right now, if you ever watch him do a set, he looks like he's not even trying. His musical vocabulary is impeccable. That's His Myspace, in case you want to check it out. Props to Nahright for the picture.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Smile For The Cameras

Clipse - Feds Takin Pictures

If you haven't heard, the Clipse's former manager has been charged with selling $10 mil worth of drugs since 2003

It's an interesting story, these dudes definitely lived the life for a few years.

Here's the 60 page indictment.

My Tweets... Are Better Than Yours

So I just reached a 1:1 ratio on my Twitter for followers/following. Previously, I had been following more people than followed me, which kinda made me stop following people. Jay Electronica just started following me. I'm rambling, but fuck it. Good Morning. It's raining. Yous guys still need to start sending us some emails so that you can get some shine for yourself on the blog. the email address is get.your.own.blog@gmail.com, it's not that hard to remember. I'm trying to help you. Help me, help you. OH, also, I've been watching a lot of movies lately. Obsessed was pretty good. Watchmen was amazing. The Spirit was mildly entertaining. I love you, Man made me pee my pants.