UPDATE: this is a throwback post, only to entertain in the downtime. and since i wrote this, i broke my rule on 7.18.09, when i went to station 9 and was leaning so hard that a clever girl with a great eye for a drunk guy got me. oh well. she was just at the right place at the right time. at least she was kinda cool.

i enjoyed my first weekend as (somewhat of) a college graduate recently, and i won’t lie – it’s more powerful than the typical college dorm get together. not to say that it’s better or anything; the two environments have completely different dynamics. at the college house party, you can have some b-ball shorts and one of these russian hats on and do better work than the guy who went to barney’s co-op and bought a whole outfit as long as you are smooth and keep people entertained. this “going out” stuff however, things aren’t as casual. you have to come presentable! if you’ll check the picture above, i’m the underdressed chump in the middle. if i didn’t have my man melvin (he’s in the all black. no games. promotes hard. let’s get it.) get me in for the freeskee, i’d be outside assed out with the promoters that hand out the flyers. pay close attention to the picture. i will refer to it again shortly.

friday i went to this afro beat event hosted by the lovely ladies behind lunch box theory (pics are here so you can get a nice visual…i think i’m in one.) and it was marvelous. i’m talking more east african nubian princesses than east africa itself. a very diverse crowd of people who came to have a good time and enjoy the eclectic sounds of DJ undadog and his african drummers rather than to stunt like the typical club/lounge situation. i think it was the best party i’ve been to in a while, and i thank everybody involved for that epic night.

saturday was also powerful in its own way. the picture you see above, with all smiles, is from an outing at a spot called republic. more for OG’s, me and my man spencer (checkered shirt, left-hand side. @drspaceman for you twitter fiends) somehow finagled our way in there without paying that $20 hit to the wallet. the hardest part about going out is the money for the alcohol. now, melvin and my homie daniel (aka @yebies for you twitter fiends) hooked us up with the majority of our drinks, but i did make it to the bar once to purchase my own concoction for me and spence. as i was ordering my drink, i heard some chit chatter to my left. as i turn, i discover it is the young woman pictured above. she’s talking about “…why don’t you add a jack and coke to that tab…” and tries to smile at me.

WHAT!?

chamillionaire once taught me, “if a skeezer, wants me to feed her, with my visa, then i’ma leave her.” now, she wasn’t a skeezer. that just sounds so god-awful. but how come when i was posted up like a stamp earlier she weren’t talkin about anything!? only when i hit the bar was she trying to milk me like a cow’s teats for some free drank. no way, josé. i don’t get it. i didn’t say anything crazy. instead, i pretended i didn’t hear what she said. “what was that?” she smirked and gave me one of those “nevermind” looks, visibly agitated. a few minutes later, she hopped in this picture with us.

what was my point behind writing this? that i will never ever purchase a drink for anybody i don’t know. it’s not my place. i know i’ll feel like if i buy them a drink, i deserve something in return. who knows what, and who knows why i feel like that. it’s only right if you purchase something, you get a product! conversation shouldn’t be purchased, should it!? but i know people who feel like buying drinks ain’t $#!t. that’s just how they get the night started. to each their own.

i want to know how guys and gals feel about drinks at the bar. hit the comment section and let me know.

I remember it all so well. First week of high school, in English class.  The intercom went off, and classes were immediately dismissed. All hell broke loose. Phones jammed. People running and screaming through the hallways. Traffic turned quick 15-minute commutes into 4-hour treks. Nobody had answers, and that was the scariest part of it all.

8 years since tragedy struck the U.S., and the world still doesn’t have answers to all that occurred. Regardless, 9.11.01 is a date that we will never forget for more reasons that I can put here. Take the time out of your day to remember the people lost in this unfortunate event, as well as the heroes on board the planes that stood up for their country in a time of need. We’ve made progress, and we will continue to do so in the coming years.

the oop. perhaps one of the greatest plays in basketball. it’s an offensive play in which one player throws the ball near the basket to a teammate who jumps, catches the ball in mid air and immediately scores. for the younger guys/gals, or the boys/girls with no bounce, it’s a lay-up or something. but as you can see in the above picture, ben wallace ain’t just layin that one up. he’s about to put tim duncan on the next best-selling poster with a dunk that slams harder than the storm door back in duncan’s humble virgin islands home.

now, the thing about the oop is that it takes two people, and while everybody sees the dunk, they rarely give credit to the guy who threw the oop. believe it or not, the dunk is the easy part. the hard part is coordinating everything so that the dunk can happen. and as you can see, rasheed wallace (#36 for you non-basketball fans) just threw it perfectly. his timing was impecable, and thus allowed the play to happen.

why am i talking about the oop? because it’s so much more than just basketball, dude. the oop is when you throw someone an opportunity of sorts. it can be professional, like with a referral for a job, or it can be recreational, like telling your girl friend that you have a guy that’d be perfect for her. you’re doing the hard work; your friend just has to grab the oop and slam it down. take that as you will. this post is merely a kind request for more recognition and respect for the oop thrower. there are so many solid oop throwers out there that don’t get enough love! in all walks of life, too. i’m just saying.

so to my oop throwers – keep throwing them – as long as you have confidence in the other party involved – and in due time you will get the love you deserve, if it hasn’t already happened. and to those who catch oops? don’t let the oop throwers down, because that coordination and timing is all done in vain otherwise. have the same amount of confidence as denver broncos’ wide receiver (and VA representer) eddie royal, who once said this:

“if you throw it at me, you know i’ma catch it.”

yep. so just think for a bit. if this was over your head, then i don’t know what to tell you. cuz it’s just more of this coming. can’t just give you music; that shit is boring, and every other site out there does that. this is the determining factor right here, the creative content. like i said, more coming soon.

this is late, and i know that. but i’ve been busy.

damn. we’ve lost the most influential musician of in my lifetime. the reason i love music is because of this guy, most definitely. his name was among my first few words as a child, i kid you not. my dad told me that a few days ago. i used to dance in the living room to his music, turning the volume up so high that glasses would break from the noise.

he changed the music industry entirely. as martin lawerence said, he’s the only guy who could sell out a concert in bucharest, romania, with ease. his music was so powerful that it made people believe in themselves. inspiring, to say the least. small villages in developing countries are familiar with his legacy. his music videos were in actuality short films. nobody can emulate him and pull it off; the bar has been set entirely too high, and while i’d like to see somebody attempt to reach that level of influence, in my eyes it will be impossible for any soul to have the affect that michael has had on the world.

instead of throwing up a whole bunch of rushed tribute songs, i’m keeping it mellow. my mourning will be in the form of celebration, jamming everything i have that the man has been a part of, as well as brushing up on my jackson family knowledge. watching every obscure interview and epic music video that the internet allow me to get my hands on. if i find anything i feel like sharing, i’ll throw it up.

R.I.P.

has been slum thus far. in fact, i only have one way of describing it.

i know. it sounds almost despicable that i’m posting something that’s about me on another site. but let me explain.

first off, Eighty81 is a site i visit daily. they are an events management/marketing firm based out of cleveland that does remarkable work. they also run a very entertaining blog that features everything entertainment junkies need in their life. Eighty81’s jameel hollered at me after expressing that he had been a fan of the blog, and asked me if i’d like to take part in their their “rules of attraction” segment.

so i said yes, and it was a wrap from there. so check it out here, and remember: if it was wack i wouldn’t tell you to peep it. and definitely look out for my answer to question #4. i had to keep it as real as possible. i promise you will enjoy it. spread the word, and shout out to jameel and Eighty81 for showing me some love! check out my other homies and their “rules of attraction” pieces too – amanda diva, cool kids, heather of HERfection, rhode island’s theo, and my homies christian rich! they’re all on there somewhere.

yeah, that’s right. i said it. i want to start a dorm room version of cribs. i was watching cribs today, and there were some spoiled rich brats who nobody knew (they weren’t famous. not even a little bit. randoms. i was livid.) showing off their mansions that their parents owned. so if MTV can do that, let me do an MTV dorm room cribs. MTV as in modi television though.

do you think i can pull it off!? can we get some feedback on this idea, please!? i want to do one every week, and i want every college across the globe to participate. i’m gonna spread the word/the idea to some people, including my dude evan from check my campus, and see what i can come up with. just throwing the idea out there. talk to me. and watch this as inspiration.

P.S.: don’t you kinda want to know the square who lives in the room in the picture? it’s a kid from MIT. what a neat freak. but wouldn’t you be curious as to how he’s living over there? that’s why this could be huge. or maybe not at all. we’ll see.

everybody is affiliated with a video game character these days, so i’m going with this guy. simple as that. i remember there was a little point guard i used to play against in the rec league in my neighborhood named kirby, and he was so ill. a little guy from potomac. anybody know him, and if so, what happened to him? is he still balling up?

hmm. guess not. well, let’s see how people embrace kirby:

oh boy. more to come.

i’m from that generation. where you waited every like two weeks to see what fire disney decided to throw your way in the form of TV movies. i remember every single joint, from smart house to zenon. i think jett jackson even had a full-length feature for silverstone, too. but he never really did it for me.

my personal favorites? i’m going with either brink or johnny tsunami. i’m that black guy who liked extreme sports but never got deep into them, although my man ben privot tried to get me involved. i used to skate at his house, and i could only do one grind. damn.

what was the best made-for-tv disney movie ever? (for a list, go here. that way, you can make a good decision and not come with weaksauce.)

oh, and a little teen witch treat for young kyra.

top that.

what exactly does it mean?

let me know in the comment section, cuz clearly there’s no solid definition for the poke.