Monday, August 31, 2009

Probably One of the Best Alternative Black Movies





Blog world, what happened to Lil' Jon? We need to find this man. I don't really like most of his music, but who else is going to tell us to get our hands up in the air? Who else is going to give people in the club directions on what drink to put in their cups? More importantly, since Lil Jon's absence, nobody is getting buck before an artist comes out during a concert. He once told me "Crunk ain't dead." Well, right now it's in critical condition. Someone, please find Lil' Jon.
People, I have to let you know, when I saw this movie around a year ago, I was impressed. The animation was crisp. The voice work was very clean. Not to mention, the story and cinematic detail were impeccable. Anyways, I'm talking about Afro Samurai.

It's an anime movie. However, it is anime with a black twist and I wish they made more shows and movies like this because I feel the anime market needs more diversity, just like any art medium does in order to keep getting better. Not to mention, the RZA had a major hand in creating it. Get at it.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Temporary Setback

What's gooooood? I have not been in the blogging game for some time. To be honest world, I was in the dumps. I had a little week long depression. But, I'm out and it feels so great. I was just wondering, did they ever find out who ended up letting the dogs out? Those guys seemed pretty mad that someone let them out and I was wondering if the investigation was continuing or if they gave up searching.
Blog world, I have a new love, and it is shoes. I have no idea why. The spirit of vanity has taken over my body and I do not want to be exorcised. I really love Nike Airs and I'm going to make a prediction for the next thing people are going to be hype over and it is Nike Supra shoes.

Go ahead, drool because it is just that amazing. I would love to stay and talk some more, but I got stuff to do. Just call me crazy.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Out With the Old, In With the New

Hey hey hey! That's what Fat Albert would start with if he was writing his blog. I don't know why I thought that. I'm on one.

So, this is my first post from D.C. Yea, I would be bragging if it wasn't burning up. I don't understand why God thought it would be cool to create places in this world where it's hot all the time. It's deplorable. See? It's so hot that I'm using unnecessarily big words. Anyways, this week has been the most hectic week of my life. I moved 2800 miles away,Said goodbye to all the people I loved most, and I totally changed my living situation. And, I couldn't love it more.

First of all, I have the best roommate in the U.S. nation. He's quiet, relaxed, and he looks like Lupe Fiasco. He's so cool. The guy next door in my dorm is cool too. The best part, though, is everything I'm starting to envision for my life with school and sports is starting to come together and it seems so close that I can touch it. And, it helps that I already have met people that I hope to know for the rest of my life.

My school (Howard University) has to have among the best night life I have seen outside of California or any other tourist destination. It's nice, even though I haven't slept much for awhile. But the best part is along with all that play, people still want to work hard just like me. It's cool. I'm done jockin' my school. Not the business.

So, I was thinking, why does everyone try to rap? Honestly, everyone thinks they're a rapper. It's one of the dumbest dreams you can have if you're not good at it. With sports, if you're not that good, at least you get exercise. With rapping, if you're not good, people think you're a freaking idiot. I met this guy the other day who claimed he's been in the rap game for awhile. Yet, I have heard nothing of his. Not to mention, when he does attempt to rap, I find myself liking it so much that i wanna rip my eardrums off. The end.

So I'm done with my stereotypical college post. Next time, I'll have something more interesting. Bye. I love you....sike. Don't you love how I got you extremely excited only to crush your hopes and dreams? I do.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing

Ni hao! Yes, I am trilingual, I just said hello in Mandarin. So, I was thinking, if a tree did fall in the forest and nobody saw it, the real question is not whether or not it make a sound. The real question is, who freaking cares? Another thing, why does Sean Kingston rep Jamaica and talk like a Jamaican when he's clearly just a fat black guy from Brooklyn? If he's Jamaican then I'm Kunta Kinte.

I took a trip up to Oakland hills to see my great uncle and already, on the drive to Oakland, I was contemplating my life and turning over some questions in my head, mainly struggling with my goals and how lofty they were. Thinking about even aspiring that high made me wonder if I was just another silly dreamer trying to achieve a dream that was not fit for me. After all, my dreams are not only gargantuan-they are also an extreme rarity. For the first time in my life, I doubted myself.

However, as I spent the day with my uncle, I suddenly lost all doubt and felt ready. He is and always has been a man of wisdom who has seen and experienced a lot. Yet, he's an almost eighty year old who looks like he's fifty. It's amazing. And he still has game, which is cool. But, he was faithful to his wife literally until death did them part. Even though my dad works extremely hard, watching my uncle do it even in old age inspires me to work hard in football. This is just my uncle as a person.

At the end of the day, we were sitting in his car talking about what my explicit goals were for college and I mentioned my doubt to him about my goals because they were so lofty and so rare. He gave me the usual family lines about how everyone would still be proud of me if I didn't do what i wanted to do and how I am accomplishing so much already. I told him how that wasn't enough for me and how I wanted to be different and accomplish more and how anything less would be a waste of my life. The next thing he said when he opened his mouth made me feel like God was speaking to me.

After I told my uncle about my combination of confidence and doubt with football and how even though no one believed in me, I believed I could be a great student and athlete without having to sacrifice one, he told me, "Jordan, if you think you can do it, do it. Make it happen. When you block, block your ass off. When you run, run hard. If someone hits you, you better make sure you hit them twice as hard as they hit you so they know not to come your way. And for school, work hard like you've been working. God has given you gifts. If you use them, there shouldn't be a problem." At that point, I realized that after God himself, I controlled my destiny. God has a plan for me. However, I can control how much of his plan comes to fruition by how hard I work and how well I perform in any venue. A line that always pops up in my head when I have doubt comes from a line in Pharrell William's song "Lavish". "If you look in the sky and you don't see the dream, don't feel defeated 'cuz trust me, you can build it."