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thanks to the dude at work i remembered how badly i need to get this movie in my life!!!
i've never even seen it?
can you beleive it?
it's only one of the most slept-on but highly influential to everything classic film of the 70's.
and that fool puffy was singing "bad boy, come out and play-ay!" and the whole time it was really: warriors come out 2 play and u were none the wiser...
They sit there watchin on the side lines Not even known if they ass was on the line Could they make it out in time? So quick to criticize Yet they never realize That the story’s different Every single every time You just Mind your business And I’ll mind mine.
They just wanna site there on the sidelines And criticze Media got them mesmerized Can’t keep track of what’s happening in they own lives. Don’t know which way to go Cause they’ve been filled up with lies No discernment. And it’s urgent that this madness cease Until folks deal with the real There won’t be no justice or no peace.
Something about my whole internet swag is going to change very soon. In time to ring in the '09.
In fact, a lot of things.
I needs these blogs to be journal spaces and sounding boards so i'm going to stop pretending to be addressing my hordes of followers on twitter and get down and dirty with this branding business.
I need a place to be dream self. More brainstorming. Less performing.
Besides boomthreads was never really meant for public consumption and appealing to the lowest common denominator.
so all that to say, many things are changing.
if you are looking for the lasted trendy bandwagon to hop on board, you're gonna have to look somewhere else b/c ogechi never was and never will be about that.
if you are looking for bonafide soulful connection and creative experience, we will be bringing more of that. it's multi-media, baby.
soooo, i will henceforth be merging boomthreads.blogspot.com with therealogechi.blogspot dot com underneath a new heading which will be ogechi.blogspot.com if i can get that domain...
obama spirit is selling everthing. why don't i have any obama shirts, yet, you ask? i didn't want to jump on the bandwagon. i love the obamas but its a quiet love i have for them. i like what they represent to a certain degree. love the strength and wisdom. leaving the conformity.
This is a political post. But maybe not really. More of a human rights thing. $1 for the first person who can tell me why an occupying entity might find it useful to exterminate the Ph.Ds and lecturing professors (ie. griots) in a target society. Planet Earth. Planet Earth. SMDH. Human behavior might be a mystery to some... I just read this thought provoking blog that links to a list of the intellectuals that have been executed during the "War in Iraq" Such a waste of life. What's the use of knowing about things like this? And this is just a glimpse of the magnanimity of what this period of "history" is really about. No one seems to care when you tell them. Most folks I encounter don't want to know. Butterfly effect. That means that even shit you don't know about still affects you. Good and Bad. It's a balance and we float in the middle. I'm not trying to focus on the negative, but as our world gets increasingly global, I'm thinking it's just a matter of time before things like this happen on US soil... again. My dad keeps bugging me about a Ph.D. (Not like I actually do things that he says... LOVE U DAD!) But after browsing that list, seems that's like drawing a bulls eye on your head. I'm a life long student. I love learning. I'm a student of life. Speaking from experience, formal education is just ok. (Debt, not so much.) Ph.D? New World Order in full effect people. Last days. Just for the record, I vote no. Not enough time for that, anyway.
Ok. I dunno why I like stuff like this but I do. I even participate in shoots like this with my buddy/colleague/mentor Michael B. Platt I don't have any good images of myself and the work I did with him and I'm working to correct that. Sometimes I'm crazy like that and I don't keep up with my art. I'm just free with it and I let it go into the world and I almost just forget about things...
Also, I don't know who did the body painting or why Beard had Veruschka (that's your girl from the movie"BLOW UP") running butt nekkid thru the bush. I'm noticing that many mainstream(read *white*) artists can get away w/o really putting much thought/theory into their creations. Well if he can, I can too! I'm done explaining. And critically analyzing, intellectually apologizing, mfa bullshit, etc. I'm an artist and I automatically process shit. I'm like a rosetta stone in this b*#@$ and if you wanna know anything specific, ask me directly or read my blog.
Anywhateverthef*&@way. This is a dope image he did with my fried/sister Gina. She's a dope artist too. Hit her up on Facebook and tell her I sent ya!
And just for good measure i'm gonna throw in this hot converse. i don't know who did this, but all u need to have some fun is some black chucks, cream bleach and a paint brush. holla!
Ok, kids. That's my post for today and maybe you won't notice that I'm moonlighting on this blog with my one true love... myself!
As I sit in my own cube pondering what to do next... How can I further streamline my life? Where am I going? Feeling like I'm not changing fast enough. Not a good feeling kinda, like, all day long. Knowing that that's not a natural thing. Knowing that my will is that of a transformer. An evolver. Praying for a sign that might signal then end of my confusion. I carried on my same fruitless routine of looking for a paycheck. Even tho I know I am my own paycheck. But still my reality is showing me some other shit. Knowing that I am the change. But feeling like I'm not changing fast enough.
Girl, lemme tell ya! If you are ever having the feminine problems associated with the monthly release of toxins associated with PMS, the Sacred Herb has a remedy for you!
You might already know about this... Seems like a no brainer. Just so you know, I'm feeling no pain.
My personal philosophy alllows for many mistakes because I'll try anything once... Well, almost anything.
I thrive on personal experience. Perhaps this makes it difficult for me to take advice.
Sometimes I take it, sometimes I don't.
I'll take it if I respect the source or if the source allows itself to be questioned.
I'm very rational-- perhaps almost to a fault. Some people say I think too much!
My step mother asserted that this quality was the hallmark of my American-ness. If I was a Nigerian child, I would learn from the mistakes of others and blindly obey advice from my elders because they've been there before/seen it all/etc.
But I'm from the school of you do what you do, that's why you get what you got!
I'ma just do me! I'll take my chances.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes, not so much.
I have no shame about it. I live to fuck shit up another day! ;-)
Have you ever known anyone who could not admit to themselves that they made mistake?
For some reason, I happen to know an abundance of folks with this disease...
I personally have no problem admitting I've made a mistake. I know that I'm not above them. I make them all the time. What matters to me is the manner by which I am informed...
If I feel disrespected then, I will really show my ass.
But then I'll take some time, think about it, and then try to do better.
I've noticed however that many, if not most people are very fearful of self-critique.
Extreme cases will invent any excuse or construct an entirely new identity to avoid it.
Self-critque is the only way to grow as a person.
It's kinda like when they make you do critque session in art school.
You set out to learn something or express something. That's your artist statement.
You bring your project and your peers evaluate have you achieved your goal from their perspective.
A lot of ass kissers will just say something like "I like it." or "That's nice." But occasionally people will be generous enough to tell you the truth of what they think.
Many people could not withstand this process and I saw them run crying down the halls of Lulu Childres Hall, never to return again...
Life is kinda like that, too, sometimes.
image by carrie mae weems
*if something even remotely like this happens to you when you look in the mirror i'ma need to you self-evaluate immediately!!! it's all about self-love and self-acceptance, ya'll*
Days later and I still can't get off the topic of nudes.
I love shooting them but I'm starting to wonder if something is wrong with me always taking my clothes off. Am I dying for attention, or trying to use it as a crutch? Is naked somehow inherently bad and I'm demon possessed trying to continually showing my goodies. Am I going to hell? Am I already there? ;-)
Anymindlessramblingway, I still shoot the nudes and i wonder what images I portray for the youth and what future opportunity to be Queen of the World I am sabotaging.
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
I've always been nude and I love being nude and it's too late to stop now. I only started wearing clothes around the house around the age of 14 at the insistence of my mother's boyfriend. My whole family is nude. No one cares. Nude is the natural state of being. The ancestral way of being. I've always known that and made the connection in my art.
I used to do the weird spaced out african body paint nudes but lately i've been exploring my sensual side.
Check out my Model Mayhem if your in the mood for an eyeful.
I think the pic above is damn hilarious. And the clip, I have no words for. Lmafo at all the artists and models who are getting it popping or wishing. I grew out of that ages ago...
Strictly professional in the new millennium. Sheesh! There are way better methods of dating. SMH.
I let morning slip away as I watched the first part of this movie completely transfixed. Big ups to Funke Akindele for her stellar performance in Jennifer.
Can't nobody tell me we are not one people! Same problems plague us all over the world. The materialism. The conformity. The competition.
Who knew chickenheads were an international epidemic?
But our shared blessings are what makes this film a pleasure to watch. Does anyone know when Jennifer Part 2 comes out?
aka Ogechi began hand-painting abstract designs on fabric in
her childhood with her grandmother, Geraldyne Hill using
craft fabric paint squeeze bottles. During her freshman
in high school she was introduced to a xerox/acrylic
image transfer method by the painter Lynn Marshall
Linnemeyer. From this initiation she moved through the
paint media over the years from stencil, spray paint,
silk-screen finally to directly painting designs and
text on-to the fabric with acrylic paint. Ogechi's has
experimented with surfaces ranging from cardboard and
wood, to Mylar and photographs for her paintings and
drawings. As a graduate student, her work drew the
attention from Marlboro Gallery in NYC. Returning to the
early playfulness of with the usage of craft paint
squeeze bottles was a liberating process for Ogechi. It
was here that she fused all of the sophisticated
techniques in acrylic and she acquired through years of
practice.
