A guide to praise
The Brooklyn Subway Circus
One morning, while riding the C Train through Brooklyn, I witnessed a terrifyingly hilarious ball of confusion so intriguing that I rode an extra subway stop to film it for y’all. You’re welcome.
Ask a Black Man
This weekend, I went to Moguldum Studios and sat on a panel for the taping of a web series called , “Ask a Black Man”. I found myself to be quite qualified–being Black and being a man and all…I’ll keep you posted as to when the series is being released, but according to how much we five men had to say on the issues of marriage, sex and joint bank accounts, it’s going to take them a minute to edit .
Valentine’s Shout Outs soundtracked Sir Paul McCartney
Special shout out to the dude that goes in today because:
A) He doesn’t really have a jawn, but wants to spend some money on a jawn
B) He doesn’t really like Valentine’s Day, but knows that she does
C) He’s trying to win the jawn’s heart
D) He has a groupon to a fondue spot
Special shout out to the girl who goes in today because:
A) She is the butch in the relationship
B) She knows that the only way to go out on a date tonight is to plan it herself
C) She ’bout to break up with him for Jeremy Lin and wants a picture of her and a black guy floating around
D) She trying to win the dude’s heart
…and an even bigger shout out to Paul McCartney
Mr Peters? Yes.
Last Saturday we gathered at the same church, rode in the same hearse, convened in the same banquet hall and at the same food as we’d eaten twice before–under the same circumstances. Don’t get me wrong, the salmon was jammin, but there was much more than usual. Maybe we over estimated who would come out for Uncle Howard’s home going, maybe it was a busy week for those receiving such shocking short notice. Maybe everyone is gone.
It was this last thought that led me to gather up all the remaining Peters men in the room for a photo. It wasn’t until a “Mr Peters?” rang out in the room, promptly responded to by five men deserving of the title, that I realized just how special the moment was. Every moment spent with you family is special. Every single one.
We lost a Peters man. A real good one. Rest in Peace Uncle Howard. Knowing you, you’re helping them repave the streets of gold.
No mo No Homo by Chescaleigh
You may remember my thoughts on “No Homo”. Well if not, there it was and if you don’t know what a link looks like then you might have just missed it again.
Here’s a gem of a visual along the same lines. Well conceived and executed by Chescaleigh
This, kids, is how you Turn off the TV
Mark my words this will be the second duo I know to get famous after going “virale”
Death be not proud
In just one short year, 13 months to be exact we have lost the entire senior branch of my father’s family tree. I am pleased that they are all together raising Heaven. I am not sad, I will not honor Death nor nominate it’s power as mighty or dreadful. I will think about Life and Victory. I will think about a scene from the broadway show “W;t” that a friend [Carra Patterson] cast in the show, was good enough to invite me to. Cynthia Nixon, a former professor stands downstage center, lit from above and speaks to Death with the appropriately immortal words of John Donne reinterpreted by me and my iPhone:
A download link and the stanzas for those who need it to cope with a recent loss in their own family is posted below.
Death be not proud
| DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee | |
| Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, | |
| For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, | |
| Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. | |
| From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, | 5 |
| Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, | |
| And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, | |
| Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. | |
| Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, | |
| And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, | 10 |
| And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, | |
| And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then; | |
| One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, | |
| And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. |
“This is the best elevator music I’ve ever heard!”
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