its jay, SUCKA!

how could it all be so simple?

2011-01-21T22:00:00.000-08:00

Standards. We all have them. We set them, whether we are conscious of it or not, according to how we see our own greatness. Sometimes we seek companionship and we do not care which direction it comes from. The downside to this is that that person may never live up to our actual expectations. They deserve to be loved fully, as well, so why waste that persons' time, as well as our own? Sometimes you date someone that you should be completely in love with, yet for some reason, you are not in love with them. Why? Why are they not good enough? This is what you may ask yourself. Or why do I not feel the way that I should? He or she is amazing. The truth is that you can only fully appreciate what you understand. If you are not loving that amazing man or woman to the capacity that you know they deserve, let them go. No one is better than the other, but sometimes there is someone more suitable. Someone that compliments another person a little better. It does not mean you need to have a heavy amount of things in common with a person either. The only requisite is mutual understanding. Mutual values of life, thought, and emotion. High standards are not a sign of arrogance. High standards are nothing more than concentrated filtering system, that should never be wavered to the deserving. The DESERVING. No ones love should ever go unearned, and this is a creed that I heavily believe in. If I want to be with you, I must first show that I am worth while. If you want to be with me, you must be willing to do the same. We are never in the business to impress. We are only being truthful, not only to you but to ourselves. You are worth the trouble, even if you do not notice it. I am worth the trouble, even if you do not realize it. Only a small percentage of people will ever gain that vision of you. They are the only ones that truly matter. We are not perfect, but the things we do are the examples of our own moral code. Your actions, not your words, dictate your personality, and the right people will notice the right actions. Those who are meant to see us for who we are, will. Those who do not, simply will never get the luxury of knowing the true us, not because they are unworthy, but simply because it is not in them to see it. Some people get it. Some people do not. When you meet someone who does, appreciate it and show them that their faith in you will never be in vain. Make their memory of you as pleasant and long lasting as possible. For we deserve to be remembered.

finding truth without guilt

2011-01-13T10:20:00.000-08:00

She got on at Borough Hall on the number two train line. She sat in the corner seat across from him. He noticed her, but did not want to look directly at her. For he did not want to deliver to her palms an excess of appreciation. He suddenly thought to himself as he tried too hard to look in a different direction 'Be honest with yourself. This is not where you want to look. You want to look at her. Do it.' He loosened his neck and allowed it to turn slightly to his left and allowed himself this momentary period of bliss. Her beauty was unspeakable. As soon as his look laid on her like silk bedding, she returned the same look. They smiled at each other, and even though no words were exchanged, they both knew it was as genuine as it gets. They exited at the same stop, but she walked with the swift urgency of a student...in fear that she might have actually liked what she glanced into.

the mimic

2010-12-28T08:52:00.000-08:00

he met her through, oddly enough, a woman he used to sleep with. she was very quiet the very first time they met. so quiet that the both of them often forget their very first encounter. the second encounter, she was much more warm towards him. not in a 'expressing my attraction' type of way. it was more of a good friend, but the open gesture came out of nowhere. he figured that she must have had a good day prior to meeting up with him and all of their mutual friends. they all went to a restaurant in the union square area. it was a very good night, filled with pictures taken with dslr cameras and exquisite asian cuisine.

a good while after this, they went as a pair to get thai at a restaurant on smith street in brooklyn. she came from manhattan to meet him. in the rain. while walking in the wrong direction. he phoned her, got her location, tracked her down, and got them to the shelter of the restaurant, mainly because walking in heavy rainfall is very unpleasant to him. dinner was decent but it could have been a lot better. he took her home and thought nothing more of it. she began to show more interest while maintaining the hard to get stance. this was impressive, but the chase is a very sensual thing to a man, particularly this man. little did he know that this was the peak of her efforts for him.

he gave her a christmas gift of a box with a few items in it. he received a pair of gloves months later. he stopped by on new years eve because he knew he would not see her because they both had separate plans. she made him wait outside in late-december weather for thirty minutes because she did not believe that he was really at her building, although she could have looked outside her window to check. they dated for about six months. within six months, she had visited him three times in his home borough. he went to her house multiple times a week. the inconsistency bothered him and he spoke to her constantly about this growing issue. he felt like a pestering nuisance, but why break up with her when you can actually try to make it work. he spoke, he reiterated, he expressed his wishes, and he spoke some more. eventually, he gave up. they came to a mutual understanding that eventual friends would be a better route. she went back to the companionship of an ex-boyfriend who recently re-entered her life and she lived happily ever after, commuting to his brooklyn home several times a week.

they would hang out occasionally after that, but he saw that even with the heavy amount of potential she had, she was never built to actually realize any of it. he began to see her in a different light. someone that had either no or a ridiculously low respect lever for him. someone that only cares about what she wants. someone that has no interest in being her own woman, but only wants to be what others already are. a mimic. he gave her options to show that respect, or at least match his own respect for her. she never did and never will.

today is today

2010-12-28T07:34:00.000-08:00

today's feeling: cold

the hot water in the shower is currently disabled so this is the period of patience while i wait for aqua de caliente to return.

today's key word: effort

a little effort goes a long way. it is a great thing to say how you feel and say what you want to do with yourself, but what is the point in saying anything if you do not intend on doing anything? what a lot of people do not seem to understand is that our words have so much power, but if you misuse it, the power reduces because there was never any intention of action borne with those words. it applies to everything. love, life, careers, etc. be extremely careful in the things that you say and when you say those words, prepare to deal with the consequences, whether positive or negative.

today's woman: nameless

she sat across from him on the number two downtown train from 14th street in manhattan. she had hair that was short, curly, and a lovely shade of milk chocolate brown. she wore a red sweater, a wool peacoat, and a canvas shoulder bag. she looked oddly familiar to him, as if she was a former coffee customer of his in his days as a barista. maybe. maybe not. they both read books of incredible girth with intense concentration, occasionally glancing up to steal a peek at the other person but always missing direct eye contact but a couple seconds. she took out a sheet of paper from her bag, wrote briefly on it, and went back to her book. he noticed this from the corner of his peripheral vision and asked himself if she was really that bold. he found this to be a very attractive quality in a woman. a woman not afraid to go and get what she wants. not overly aggressive, but definitely not passive in any way. the train came to a stop at grand army plaza. she gathered the bag, threw the small piece of paper in her bag, and exited the train without a glance at the young man. she may have had a bold thought, but he would never find out.

a thing called new york love

2010-12-21T22:54:00.000-08:00

He saw her in line from the other side of the room. He noticed how fluffed her hair looked. It looked as soft and sweet as cotton candy. He brushed it off because, as usual, she was a pretty woman in manhattan. You can never think too deeply when it comes to New York Love. He went about his business, tending to trash and overflowing coffee pots. The line began to get a bit lengthy, so it was time to unleash...the LINEBUSTER. Linebusting is nothing more than the mentality of destroying the line of customers as quickly as possible, in a great fury of efficiency and witty co-worker tidbits. He began to pop brown paper bags like a seasoned supermarket clerk. He served customer after customer with the usual bread, sweet, drink, napkin flow. Eventually, he got to her. She had eyes that smiled and a nosering like a minature sun, shining with those eyes. She began with a turkey with avocado sandwich. He asked blankly if that was it, half assuming that the order was over and so was the momentary nirvana. She added a bag of cape cod chips. The meal got better. Then, with a cute half smile, she said" ...aaaand a chocolate chip cookie, please." He picked up the cookie, put it in the bag, and gave her a smile. She knew it was in humor to her appetite and she said nothing, but smiled in reply. He jokingly asked if she would like anything else. Coffee was a necessary requirement, of course. A large with skim milk. He was impressed with her appetite, and she sure wasn't shy about it either. He got her name. It was ellen. It was anticipation ever since.

2010-11-19T08:56:00.000-08:00

i love you
i love caressing your hair
i love the way you look at me when i say something stupid
i love your mind
i love that we never argue, we just agree to disagree and eat cereal afterwards
i love that you dream more when youre awake
i love that you motivate me without motivating me
i love getting on your nerves and then kissing the frustration away
i love protecting you from the world's morons and aggressors
i love being in the sky with you, high away from reality

too bad we dont know each other.....yet

its late so i have the right to say whatever

2010-11-08T22:04:00.000-08:00

cant help but wonder where she is

sunday boredoms and blahs

2010-10-31T21:48:00.000-07:00

sometimes when i sit at home, i think about my current action. what am i doing with myself right now? sometimes i wish i were doing more things of value. there are so many social events of which i could attend, but why lie to myself in thinking that i would be entertained in the slightest? somehow, it is possible for the human psyche to be more at peace not doing a thing. of course everything should be moderated with caution, seeing how the old saying of too much of a good thing being bad for you is actual factual in most cases. i wish i could muster enough commitment to go to a dc rally, or to go to that indie concert that just ended in williamsburg. i think that main part of this issue is not what we arent doing, but who we arent doing these activities with. why not gather up a squadron of fun crusaders and scour the tri-state area for pure benevolence.

or i could just not be making any sense right now and im mummbling on and on and on and on....et cetera

freedom

2010-10-23T12:33:00.000-07:00

Free speakers
Free minds
We are not enslaved to the mental cage, doing time
In the colouring book of time, we draw outside the lines
To blur the protagonists of the day
While making their daily endeavors visible in the third dimension
I see in, through, around you
And you see in, through, and around me
In the same light
Because our minds think differently
Yet we feel the same way

world premiere

2010-08-16T18:50:00.000-07:00

of my award-winning poem, entitled 'girl, i want you'.

if you have a life and an opinion of your own
girl, i want you
if you have multiple tattoos and they actually mean something to you
girl, i want you
if you have a curly afro
girl, i want you
if tofu doesnt scare you
girl, i want you
if you know why simpler times lager is so special
girl, i want you
if youre down for actual compromise and not just hustling me
girl, i want you
if you know you have style, but dont brag about having style
girl, i want you
if gossip makes you do the 'someone farted' face
girl, i want you
if you HATE those gladiator sandals that women are wearing now, and you mainly stick to sneakers and occasional flats
girl, i want you
if youre down to go out, but also down to light up a doobie, eat chinese, and watch movies
girl, i REALLY want you

if this isnt you, its all good. i'd probably still want you, but ill always want her a little more.

a case of the mondays

2010-08-10T22:17:00.000-07:00

a lot has been going on, yet somehow nothing has been going on. i recently did skateboarding stunts in a music video. sorry my friends, but i do not know the name of the track. all i know is that the name of the band is underworld, and apparently they are hot shit over in euroland. last monday and tuesday, i went with two young and eager french directors, producer gaetan rousseau, and some really talented actors and production workers. it was a fairly small crew of maybe 10-12 people. first we went to a couple spots in manhattan, and then we went to a black cowboy ranch. in queens. i swear by the trident of poseidon that queens is the most random place on earth.

chris and claire relaxing for a little while

lauren, dreaming of jay

black cowboys, dun

the bossman

gaetan cruising

laurens necklace. i was tempted to shoot boob, but i fought the overwhelming urge to be perverse

laurens finger after she hooked me up with some mature grey in my hair

the CHRYSLER

spartan tats

after that we ended up in amityville, new york to trash a motel room, eat big ass burgers, and take naps in a well ventilated black van. pretty good case of the mondays.

this is my confession

2010-07-31T20:02:00.000-07:00

this is not for pity or sympathy, im just getting it out.

i write these words because i know they will fall upon blind eyes. sometimes i hurt and there is simply no one to tell that to. i do not want to turn this into a pity party persuasion speech, im just saying. i hurt because no one wants to be around me. i cannot hold onto anyone. im a very self conscious person, and a lot of people know that, but few understand just how bad it really is. im not sure if it stems from my parents or if my family is just cursed, but consistency is not something that i know very well. i just wish i had someone to speak to on the regular more often. do not misunderstand what it is i am trying to convey. i am grateful of all the friends that i do have now, but there are different degrees of friends. we are all well aware of it. i have never had anyone that close to me and actually stay in my life. its almost as if i am intolerable for extended periods of time. same goes for women and relationships. i yearn for something a little stable. the problem is that if it does not feel right, i am not going to do it. at all. it is never for a personal reason, i just do not want to waste anyone's time or effort. i wish that i could have made some things work, but most were beyond my control. my mother is trying to make up for abandoning me for 2 years. i tell her its okay, but it isnt. i dont hate her at all. i love her with all of my heart. but im still hurt. i dont know how someone can deny contact with their child. she had no idea if i ate a thing and never tried to call me. i didnt have a number for her so i couldnt call her at all. i want to repair the relationship with her but it isnt bad, im just too used to being alone. sometimes i can cling. im aware of it but not at the time, only in retrospect. its because im not close to anyone, so when a friendship or relationship comes along, i try excessively to keep it together, till it becomes a fault. i do think im a good person, but quite frankly, i have issues. i want to love but i fear it too much to do it. the only thing that drives me is not wanting to become homeless or anywhere else i used to be. i want to keep moving up until im so fucking far away from poverty, maybe i can take a vacation.

dear summer

2010-07-27T09:02:00.000-07:00

stop being so damn hot all the time. the past couple of nights have been uncharacteristically refreshing considering the recent barrage of humidity we have been unfortunate to have felt. the single bead of sweat following your spinal column as if it were a train; and his brother running down your stomach only to crash in your navel. maybe it is the heat, but i have never felt more confused / lazy in my life. i guess thats what summer does to you. thats my excuse, anyway. in my recent efforts to be some kind of productive, ive taken a good picture or two so that i dont feel as guilty about doing nothing.

things are about to get very serious. there is a certain direction all of us are destined to walk in. im not sure if this is mine because it feels weird. it feels different. different is not necessarily bad, but it is an unknown and we all fear what we do not know. i dont want to be scared to commit to anything anymore. that goes out to all of you as well. if you see it and you want it, go out there and take it. demand it. now, i am in no way, shape, or form advocating thievery, robbery, or taking anything that does not belong to you. i am simply saying that we all deserve success and it is your right to claim and take it. after all, it is your success and it is only for you, so TAKE IT.

another brainfart hits the windshield

2010-07-19T09:15:00.000-07:00

you know what is wrong with you, but you just cannot put a finger on what exactly it is. sometimes i reach a creative halt. nothing happens. no ideas come into my brain and i just sit here, wondering why i am so slow. at times, i have a serious lack of drive. i try to force my way out of that slump, but forcing the brain to think can sometimes result in sloppy work, to then the question that i raise is 'is sloppy work better than no work?' i think it is. sloppy, forced, and rushed work is still some form of effort. sometimes you need to get it wrong, get it more wrong, and then be even more incorrect, just so that you can find something that is so right you have no idea how you came up with something so brilliant. my writing is a little rusty, but it will get better in time. it is the same thing with everything that a person wishes to get better at. the more time you spend perfecting your craft, your artwork, you life, the better you will be at everything. you get better by trial and error. you flourish by seeing where your zone is. you then have more understanding on where you can take creative gambles in order to widen your own abilities. i envy the kids who know what they want to do and spend all their time doing it, getting better and better at it everyday. i wish i did not have so many damn ideas and thoughts in my head. i wish i were more focused....but i cannot and will not change who i am because i was made this way for a reason. the people around me are great, whether they stay or whether we part. they have all helped me in their own way and i appreciate the time i spend with everyone. now, i believe is the time that we all find our success, or at least the path to it. these years will be the defining times in our legacies. i raise my glass and toast to all those who i know and those who i do not. we are winners.

cheers to you.

time to get a little bit serius

2010-07-18T23:34:00.000-07:00

wow, it has been nearly a month since my last blog post. ive been really tired with working a lot in order to relocate from my current place of residence. i am on the quest to not just live somewhere, but to find a home. my TRUE home. with whom i will be living with, that remains to be known, but i am definitely leaving east 29th street between foster avenue and farrugut road. this area is becoming cancerous. the crime is spreading, the kids are getting more and more reckless as time passes, and the offenses that one would commit is getting more and more serious. it is beginning to become scary the way these people treat each other and their neighbors. as time goes on, i find myself struggling to find the true path that i would like to walk. i am starting to find it, but saying you are going to walk that path is one thing. actually doing it is another project; one that i will continue to engulf myself in with nothing but a smile on my face. the struggle itself is a beautiful one, and these hard times will make the fruits of labor that much sweeter. so the checklist of this year is as follows:

- move to a new apartment with roommates i can call my friends

- work with more artistic people so that i myself can grow more, creatively and mentally

- get money

- get paid

- lol

- renew my passport

- visit europe and go berserk

my friends, love life. although times are hard, enjoy them with a good friend. we ALL have obstacles in our way. we ALL have our own issues we are dealing with. we all feed off of each other, so lets find happiness. together.

yeah

beaming on the town...so dont touch my shades

2010-06-21T14:08:00.000-07:00

so it was jay, paris, and courtney that met up to do some city roaming.

i've been messing around with vintage shots so heres a effort or three

the next stop was dave's quality meat

and then we met up with the homie garrett and departed from dqm

then we went to south street seaport to see the hood get denied their promised viewing of a drake concert.

you all know the ending of that ordeal. if you dont know what happened, it didnt end well.

off days became the lost days

2010-06-21T13:51:00.000-07:00

the day started on the b train going manhattan bound. i was in a pretty snappy mood so i was shooting any and everything.

while paris was itexting whomever

i stole a shot of this mom and her two sons. i dont know if mom approved, but whats done is done.

as a sidenote, those children were extremely well bahaved...i think.

so then paris and i made our way to the park. i got to skate around so paris did some work with the camera. i framed a sequence of what took place but due to photobuckets' resizing limits and blogger having a ghostwall that images just cant pass, i had to improvise and do a shot by shot.

i hit the hubba myself. this was my folger's morning brew

thanks for leaving me hanging, starbies. your coffee sucks.

rude awakenings

2010-06-10T17:52:00.001-07:00

you wake up, roll out of bed, and smell something foul. you dont really think much of it because where you reside smells weird anyway. you turn to go into the kitchen and low and behold...

...so yeah, appetite gone to never return. then you want to just erase that thought from your head so you decide to take a nice, hot, steamy shower. you walk into the bathroom and you are forced to see...

yeeeaaaaahhhh. so not only can you not make your breakfast, but you cant drop your morning deuce either. what a way to start the work week.

but things get better. currently saving money to leave this place in the past. looking very forward to it.

im everywhere you look and nowhere i need to be

the brooklyn sky from the not so dependable f(ail) train

wild in the brooklyn streets

2010-06-02T18:34:00.000-07:00

pics now, words later

the man behind the lens in some of these, ras courtney

we show love

philly took this pic. not bad at all. buy a cam, fool.

the '90s: a decade of greatness

2010-05-25T07:09:00.000-07:00

depending on when you were born, you may or may not agree with that title. i was born in 1986. i have cloudy memories of the '80s. i do remember when batman came out in 1989. how do i remember that? i have no clue, but i was obsessed with michael keaton for years afterwards. i mainly remember the NINETIES! *sigh* such good times in that era. bad times too, but damn it feels good to look back at that time. look back with me.

i was a big nickelodeon head back in the day. in my grandparents' house, the channel rarely changed to anything else, and i loved them for that.

legends of the hidden temple was the shit. i was always pretending to be on either the silver snakes or the purple parrots.

the homie kirk fogg and olmec. yeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

i know you wanted to be on wild and crazy kids as bad as i did.

family double dare!!!!

salute your shorts was by far one of my favorite shows, but it cant beat...

easily one of the the best shows ive ever seen

ARTIE! the strongest maaaaaannnnnnnnnn....in the woooorld

theyre slacking on not putting this show in dvd. now the wonder years is my favorite show ever. and apparently winnie cooper, real name danica mckellar is a mathematician genius and wrote a couple tutorial books for kids. nice

and she grew up reeeaaaaalllll nice

boy meets world was the shit too

word topanga? i likey

i vaguely remember will smith when he was somewhat hood.

everyone was feeling the homie stefan UrKel for some reason. he wasnt that smoove. im a hater, yes

THUNDERCATS HOOOOO!!!!!!!

power rangers changed my life

im going to buy these one day. and im so serious.

i used to go to the library at grand army plaza to print out an absurd amount of dbz pics to sketch out. wasted so much paper. ehhh, i loved it

whoooaaaa momma, do the monkey!

steve harvey!!!

the wayans bros put me on to jordans, a tribe called quest, and thick women. dee was no little woman. hickedeeeeeeeeee

im getting tired so i'll leave you guys with my favorite memory of the '90s

i will always love the knicks because of patrick ewing. he, like all the other great players, just had the great misfortune to play in the same era as the greatest

but its all good, it made for a great brain filled with great memories. peace kids.

some things are coincidences...

2010-05-24T22:08:00.000-07:00

...and some things merely are not. my good friend sonya phoned me and said she had a dream about me the other night. in the dream i was enrolled at barnard college, the all-woman sister school of columbia university. when she asked what i was doing there, i said "im here to learn how to love". one of my favorite songs is what the snowman learned about love, by stars. if you know me well, you know why my reply in that dream struck me as something to at least ponder about. if you get a chance, download that song. it starts out pretty weird but trust me, it gets so much better.

and last but not least, a poem that a very little person put me onto. i carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings

here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life. Which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide. And this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart...i carry your heart, i carry it in my heart. i carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart. i am never without. anywhere i go, you go, my dear; and whatever is done is done by only me is your doing, my darling. i fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet. i want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true. and its you, what ever a moon has always meant and what ever a sun will always sing, is you.

have fun tomorrow. the sun will be shining for us

no subject

2010-05-23T10:03:00.000-07:00

some things that keep me going somehow

dont burn bridges unless you have a yacht

2010-05-23T09:24:00.001-07:00

its been a pretty rough week. had some losses, felt consistent depression, lack of funds, etc., but its a new day. i was speaking to another associate at adidas named michael and he had some very insightful words for me. i think it was what i needed to hear. you live and you learn. you have to shine a light on your mind

my front door that doesnt protect us from much

last night i went to meet up with the homie paris at his place of employment. i went to high school in that area so i thought id take some nostalgic looks around the outside of the building and area. lets look back at park west high school (r.i.p)

where we spent our late mornings before they let us in to slack off

the school seal on the side of the building

the side window that teased us of freedom. if only we knew how easy we had it

the walk we did every morning

fat sals held me down after school

stop chillin on the corner

the driver in this cab saw that i was trying to take a pic of the billboard and he turned on the light for me. much love to the homie 9B98

devil juice: great for the hard times, enabler of the hard times

peace

we can fund the war but cant feed the poor

2010-05-16T23:11:00.000-07:00

seriously, the homelessness rate in this city is out of control

broadway / lafayette train station on a saturday, 7:30 pm.

its really a cruel world we live in

ATTENTION: A-Rod has breached his nike contract!

2010-05-16T23:04:00.000-07:00

not really, he just came into the adidas store to buy some socks. the man needs comfort when lying next to madonna's cryptkeeper looking ass. or any other sexy (young) ladies.

nope, i didnt get to take a pic with a-rod. why?

because im a met man, BABY!!!

word

america: big business, no morals

2010-05-16T22:55:00.000-07:00

i was going to work one day and i saw a woman reading the newspaper. i couldnt see exactly what she was reading but i DID see the back of the paper. and this is what it said

so someone thought it would be a good idea to make money off of infidelity. smart person, because tons of people have bought into this website. i was having a gay day and was watching the tyra banks show one day and this website, ashleymadison.com, was the topic of the hour; well it was partially the topic. the overall discussion was on infidelity. one woman came on the stage and proudly told everyone that she has had over 100 sexual partners...while being married. the poor guy has no idea his wife is a whore slut douchebag. thank you ashleymadison.com for ruining marriages.

seriously, is this what our country has come to? we have gone so low as to forget the sacred morals of loving our husbands / wives just to make a buck. no wonder our respect level internationally has plummeted to a point of no return.

we no welcome here / crime in the sidi

2010-05-12T08:36:00.000-07:00

the good homie dean put us on to a cheap dumpling spot in chinatown. 46 eldridge street to be exact. we all placed our orders and waited. when we received our dumplings, sidi asked if they had any soy sauce. the cook snapped back "no more, no more!" okay, we'll use hot sauce instead, no worries. we go across the street to dine because the establishment was pretty small. i was pretty hungry so after i downed 8 vegetable dumplings i wanted some
MOAR!!

so i go back in prosperity dumplings and what do i see? them refilling the soy sauce container. i had to leave immediately to report the foul to the homies. paris then went into the dumpling shop and came out with the newly filled soy sauce container so we can all enjoy it privately.

the black, columbian, and filipino (me, sidi, paris, rick, and dean) community will not support this establishment any longer

this is obviously soy sauce

spreading the sauce amongst the minoriTEAM!

racism sucks, guys. we dont mess with prosperity dumplings. better yet, chinatown is blowing it in general. the chinese restaurant by les denied us entry and told us to go across the street even though there were people dining in their restaurant. smh.

after having les to ourselves, he decided to take our blitzed asses home. this is what les does to your hands

as soon as i took the camera out, sidi wanted to get unnecessarily artsy

so he asked to see the camera. i was reluctant to give it to him because i know how he gets on trains. i love you dude, but youre the attention seeker in the group. i gave him the camera and sidi proceeded to lay on the train floor in order to take a picture. this is what he came up with

pretty legit imo, but stop laying on the damn floor you bum. the woman in the top left of the next pic felt the same way

we had to get off of the 5 train because the last stop was bowling green. the mta is the kingdom of suckage and they really need to step it up because theyre getting way too much money for the service to be as shitty as it is. fucking slackers. rant over.

paris was blitzed. rick was not. somehow they look the same.

paris stroking the can

i took this one bending down. it sucks, but whatever

we do aNYthing for arizona iced tea. word.

my wee wee

sidi's no-no zone

we're all different, but why does that mean we cant make living in this world easier for each other?

no time for sorrows

2010-05-06T09:53:00.000-07:00

so t-mobile cut my phone off one way last night while i was trying to call someone (reeeeaaaaal slick, you bastards). i was pretty upset about it since i just gave them $65 bucks but i guess they want the full $98, no questions asked. thats understandable. ill pay them eventually. until then, we're going to od on some apple pies and water, because thats how we recession economists liiiiiivvvveeee.

the old school ram

the homie sam

she caught me peeking

the lifesaver on those dreadfully humid days, word to guru (r.i.p. homie)

apparently paris was really feeling the no shirt look while i was in the kitchen. you shexy beast.

ive been doing this on facebook for a while (if we're not friends on fb, dont be a foreigner! add me, yo. search for jahmaalah kaiye brown) so i thought why not post it on the blog as well. here it is, jaydigitall's video part of the day.

Marc Johnson in transworld's Modus Operandi

ayyo ma, whats good? word? you ugly anyway

2010-04-24T10:53:00.001-07:00

lets speak for a little about a thing called confidence. confidence is not to be confused with arrogance. confidence is you believing in what you deserve. when approaching a woman, you want to go about it as if you have nothing to lose. realistically, you dont. the only thing that makes you hesitate even for the slightest of a nanosecond is your own doubt in your ability. you want to get a woman like MY woman kerry?

you have to possess confidence, son! okay, obviously im not really with kerry washington, but why would she say 'im busy that night, but ill take your number'? another reason is because i probably couldnt take care of her because im broke. BUT personality-wise, any man has a shot at any woman. you of course should have some things in common so another question is where do i find these ladies? at events or places that you frequent. are you into books? hit up a barnes and nobles or another small bookstore. go to author readings. into fashion? post up at FIT. sure, a lot of those girls are cokeheads and EXTRA promiscuous, but if thats what youre into, go for it.

the point is, sometimes you just have to say fuck it. that goes for you too, ladies. know what you want and seize it. BUT, play it cool. you're not going to get with ryan reynolds

if you call him 10 times a day and tell him how cute he is and you dont deserve him. that makes you crazy, lame, and a nutjob. no one wants to date to a person who is just too into you. space it out just a tad but stay true to yourself. if you want to call her the first night you get the number, call.....but at a reasonable time. dont call her an hour after you get her number. thats a creep move.

another thing is self-worth. you have to love yourself and you have to know what you deserve. think of it like this, how can you love another if you dont love yourself.

just saying

the sticker stays in the rain to deliver this message

2010-04-20T21:35:00.000-07:00

so in my recent unemployment vacation began, ive been consuming myself in what i call 'Lostfest'. i used to watch lost when it first premiered but i missed a lot of episodes and then i got, go figure, lost.

i didnt have access to the internet at the time so i gave up hope. recently i discovered that i have access to all seasons of lost via netflix and their watch instantly plug-in. lostfest is just me watching lost nonstop. i turn my phone on either vibrate or silent and i watch lost. i might spark up in between, but i always go back to the island. i have been consuming myself in lostfest, skateboarding, cereal, bananas, cliff bars, and pita chips. greatest diet ever.

when i am outside, its chillin with the homies at the park.

danny x diamond

the fiddy one clan

ill will backlipping

mezzo backtailing

damn photobucket resizing!

lrkr x diamond

will da god

so yeah, i chill with these guys along with numerous others. we have fun. i got a new job at the adidas store. tight. hyped on that. so yeah, think good thoughts. no matter how bad things seem, they could ALWAYS be worse. we have it good. if you need reassurance, google frank mccourt. then read his book. youll appreciate our mundane struggles.

be well my friends. hasta luego

f*** chase (after your money) bank

2010-04-13T20:54:00.000-07:00

okay, so new york state taxation put a levy (a kind of hold) on my account and specifically $570 dollars. i also had to deposit another $50 bucks just so that the negative balance would zero out after they jacked all that cash from my napping eyes. i was told that after i zeroed out the balance, i could resume my normal account activity and the money they put on hold would be withdrawn by nys taxation on april 9th. great! fast forward to the 11th of this month. i check my balance only to see that i now have a balance of $-450 in my account. apparently the amount that was placed on hold was withdrawn from my account but the funds that were put on hold was still untouched. THEN i was charged an overdraft fee that chase refuses to reimburse me for. is it my fault that you guys withdrew the money prematurely? and how do i get an overdraft fee when there's $140 in my account? (yes, im poor, i know)

bottom line, all these banks suck. taxes suck, sketchy people and incorrect information sucks, and money, to me, sucks. so to my fantastic financial housing facility, i have to side with dubya on this one

a man who hands out religious and informative papers on the train once said, and i quote, "The one thing that will destroy you is the love of money. And rich people are the only ones with money to love." idk, i was feeling that.

doucumenting the documenters

2010-04-13T20:48:00.000-07:00

i met up with evan, casey, and allen at this spot and casey was trying front smith manny kickflip. he never got to kickflip out so he instead 50-50'd the bike rail loop that is outside of the Brooklyn Museum of Art. this white man can jump.

dear bob saget sticker person,

2010-04-12T15:05:00.000-07:00

youre a genius

sincerely,

jay

ground floor, just go up

2010-04-10T09:03:00.000-07:00

willow was a movie that always used to be shown on channel 11. i just found out that it was directed by Ron Howard (thanks google). anyway, my point is this: at the end of the movie, there is a lucifer looking creature who is defeated and he goes on to say "there can be no light without darkness". yes, this was said in a fantasy movie and i could easily let it slide like another section of their script, but those words have stayed with me for a very long time. why? because they could be the truest words ive ever read. how can you appreciate all the good you have unless youve been through your own share of grief and misery? truth is, you cant.

so yes, times are difficult. yes, they just might get worse.
but the sun is shining. there is hope in the most evasive yet obvious of places. find it. things get better. things fall apart. rebuild. restructure. revitalize. because no one is going to want it for you.

yeah, i need to shave.....but its hot sauce!

paris and merlyn, photo lurking

horrible horrible webster hall. never again

my fingerz iz in yo cupz

seeing this old typewriter really made my day and i have no idea why. not asking any questions though

meet...

2010-03-29T14:50:00.000-07:00

i babysit parker once a week. this kid is the third coolest kid i know, my brothers are the first two and in no particular order.

parker reaching out to the homies across the way

and here are some cool, random crap on parkers block

a red door to narnia

the mystery machine minus the doobie snacks

a dash of spring in the wind of winter...

2010-03-29T12:52:00.000-07:00

...so that means another day at 51 (5th ave and 5th street in park slope, brooklyn).

ill will

he had a tweaked ankle. otherwise, he would have been ripping. nikios, benched.

i believe he was trying kickflip noseblunt. didnt get it this try, got it a couple tries later. joseph kills.

the day as it was

sunny sundays are here again

2010-03-22T20:21:00.000-07:00

and i wanted to take full advantage of the sun showers we were blessed to receive this weekend. this sunday a friend and i went to henry public (329 henry street between atlantic and pacific avenues) for some brunch. for those of you who know me well, you know that i had a short-lived barbacking gig at henry public. i cant say more good things about this place. really nice atmosphere, great employees, and great food. the drinks can sometimes be a little up there in price, but who cares? lets keep the good times rolling, people.

6 point ale, water, double vanilla soy latte, bloody henry. gotta start the meals off right, son.

the FOOD! on my side, we have grilled cheese with eggs and sliced apples (you have to try it, my friends. on her end, grilled cheese and fries. we destroyed.

half of the bar setup

i try not to talk trash often. this sunday, the ale must have activated my shit talking abilities. i bragged about how i would hand my lady friends' ass to her. she happened to have a deck of cards on hand.

this was the scene the entire time. either we matched or i lost. its okay, i'll always have victory in jenga.

but yeah guys, henry public. check it out sometimes on a really sunny day. your day just might get even brighter.

herbivores eating chicken

2010-03-17T21:52:00.000-07:00

well, its actually soy chicken prepared by the homies ryan and grey. it may look weird, but its delicious

and here's the mac and cheese. so bomb.

and no meal is complete without a ice cold corona

even my man pancho approves

and then i took a random pic the pumpkin walnut muffin. buy that sheit, yo!

last but not least
hopefully its all gone and done with, but when it rains, it pours. hard. (thats what she said)

half of a forty

2010-03-09T21:38:00.000-08:00

...and this was all i could muster for tonight. sorry, im a slacker.

here we have sidi's paint splattered pants. it took some large balls to wear this confidently throughout the streets of brooklyn. i commend you, my man

kadeem, front board shove

my little lurker ad.

pretty tired tonight. havent been getting a lot of sleep lately. i will leave you with these kind words: wrap it up. teen pregnancy just isnt cool. goodnight, my friends.

you win some, you lose some

2010-03-03T20:02:00.001-08:00

but you live to fight another day

and then you ride away

tierney getting creative

2010-03-02T16:52:00.000-08:00

i knew that kevin tierney was a pretty good skateboarder, but seeing it in person is something completely different. back lips on lock, wallies like nobody's bidness, and all sorts of gnar.

balling out of control

2010-02-16T17:37:00.000-08:00

i can no longer contain my monies. let the cash roam free!

[Young Jeezy] HA HAAAAAAAAHHHH, im getting monnnnaaaayyy [/Young Jeezy]

more great blacks for no tax

2010-02-16T16:59:00.000-08:00

lets keep uncle sam out of our pockets. they tax us to live. thats another rant post though. this one is about some of my people who helped pave the way so that we can make a better living for ourselves, our children, and their future.

Aretha Franklin

the Queen of Soul, Aretha Louise Franklin, was born on the 25th of March in 1942 in Memphis Tennessee. Ms. Franklin has won 18 Grammy awards, twenty #1 singles on the Billboard R&B Singles Chart, and 45 Top Ten singles on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Her voice and passion for music is indescribable, incomparable, and untouchable.

Lonnie Johnson

The inventor of the Power Drencher, now known as the Super Soaker, was born on October 6th, 1949 in Marietta, Georgia. Lonnie G. Johnson is president and founder of Johnson Research and Development Co., Inc., a technology development company, and its spin off companies, Excellatron Solid State, LLC; Johnson Electro-Mechanical Systems, LLC; and Johnson Real Estate Investments, LLC. Articles on Lonnie Johnson have appeared in numerous publications including Time Magazine, the New York Times, and Inventor’s Digest. Johnson serves on the Board of Directors of the Georgia Alliance for Children, an organization which informed and influential voice to protect the rights and interests of Georgia’s less fortunate children. He is a Board member of the Hank Aaron Chasing the Dream Foundation, and had served on the board of directors of the Commonwealth National Bank. one more successful black man that no one knew about.

the great Quincy JONES!

i could list all of Quincy Jones' talents, but then id be wasting my time. this man is a musical genius. Mr. Jones is a legendary music conductor, record producer, musical arranger, film composer, television producer, and trumpeter. he also produced Thriller. yes, that Thriller. Born on March 14th, 1933, Quincy Jones has earned a record 79 Grammy Award nominations and 27 Grammy Award wins, including a Grammy Legend Award in 1991.

Jackie Robinson

Jack Roosevelt Robinson, born on January 31st, 1919, was the first African American Major League Baseball player of the modern era. Mr. Robinson broke the baseball color line when he debuted with the Brooklyn Dodgers at second base in 1947. As the first black man to openly play in the major leagues since the 1880s, he was instrumental in bringing an end to racial segregation in professional baseball, which had relegated African-Americans to the Negro leagues for six decades. Over ten seasons, he played in six World Series and contributed to the Dodgers' 1955 World Championship. He was selected for six consecutive All-Star Games from 1949 to 1954, was the recipient of the inaugural MLB Rookie of the Year Award in 1947, and won the National League Most Valuable Player Award in 1949; the first black player to be honored with an award of such prestige. Robinson was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 1962. In 1997, Major League Baseball retired his uniform number, 42, across all major league teams. On October 24, 1972, he died of a heart attack at home in Stamford, Connecticut at the young age of 53.

uganda skateboarding union

2010-02-15T22:01:00.000-08:00

it really interests me when countries that dont have much find skateboarding. its a harsh reminder of what we take for granted every single day. there are no skateshops in uganda. they skate in the shoes they have. when their shoes are cutting into the back of their ankles, instead of going to their local shop and buying a new pair, they get a machete and hack the offensive footwear into a mid or low cut. they do not have. we do. we should be very grateful for that.

Kitintale from Yann Gross on Vimeo.

hide from the snow

2010-02-15T20:24:00.000-08:00

a couple sneak peek pics of billy mcfeely and dave willis at the homage warehouse

slack on the black

2010-02-15T19:27:00.001-08:00

man, ive really been blowing it this black history month. its a combination of being a little busier than normal with mild home laziness. this post, instead of writing a paragraph on the person, i more so feel like doing a cliffnoted version of a couple people. alrighty, enough talking. lets do this.

Arthur Ashe

Arthur Ashe was a great professional tennis player from Virginia. He won three Grand Slam titles (1968 US Open, 1970 Australian Open, 1975 Wimbledon) Sadly, he died of complications from AIDS on February 6, 1993.

Thurgood Marshall

Thurgood Marshall was the first African-American to serve on the United States Supreme Court. He was the great-grandson of a slave and his original name was Thoroughgood, but he shortened the name to Thurgood because he was never fond of the spelling.

Richard Pryor

Richard Pryor was one of the most influential stand up comedians of our time. His raunchy and sensitive, slightly offensive comedic material paved the way for a more raw approach to comedy. Pryor was claimed by cardiac arrest on December 10th, 2005. A sad day in comedy history.

Michael Jordan

One of my favorite basketall players of all time. i dont think that i really need to elaborate on how important this man was to the progression of basketball. Five MVP awards, ten All-NBA First Team designations, nine All-Defensive First Team honors, fourteen NBA All-Star Game appearances, three All-Star Game MVP awards, ten scoring titles, three steals titles, six NBA Finals MVP awards, 1988 NBA Defensive Player of the Year Award, three retirements, and a divorce. i love this man.

Ray Barbee

One of the most stylish skateboarders ive ever seen. he took just cruising around to a new level. throw some 360 bs no complys in on your beer run. if you did, you can thank Mr. Barbee for his contribution.

thats all i have in me at the moment. hopefully we'll get some more tomorrow. i have to catch up.

lets celebrate black history month together

2010-02-05T14:17:00.000-08:00

i was speaking to my good comrade lexie robinson and she reminded me that this month is black history month. how could i have forgotten this? im a little disappointed in myself for that mental slip-up. in order to make it up to myself, and to you, lexie and i decided to learn more about black people. some things we may already know. some things may be a new crumb for our minds. either way, we will learn, remember, and cherish every piece of information that gets posted here, or anywhere else for that matter. today, i will be posting three black history pioneers and lexie will be posting two on her blog here. let us begin with

Jan Ernst Matzeliger.

Jan Ernst Matzeliger was born on September 15, 1852 in Dutch Guyana, which is now known as Suriname. His father was a Dutch engineer and his mother black Surinamese slave. in 1883, he patented his invention, which was a shoe lasting machine which not only sped up the production of shoes a considerable amount, but it also slashed the prices of shoes nearly in half. By making a shoe by hand before Matzeliger's invention, one could produce up to 50 pairs of shoes a day. Matzeliger's shoe lasting machine produced anywhere between 150 to 700 pairs of shoes a day.

all this from a black man from the caribbean. not too shabby.

times are ruff, but i really want to take her out...

2010-01-19T16:21:00.000-08:00

...worry not, my friend. i know, shes very cute and sexy and you absolutely have to take her out. there just so happens to be one problem: youre a little broke.

its alright, i think most men have encountered this issue at least once in their dating lifetime. things happen sometimes. there might have been an issue in payroll and they didnt put on the right amount of hours. theres identity fraud, unexpected automatic charges, or maybe you simply dropped it on the way to see your local herb specialist. whatever your reason may be for dwindling funds in your account, i have your back, son. let us explore our free and cheap options.

the brooklyn museum of art

every saturday the brooklyn museum of art has first saturdays. the first saturday of each month is free admission. ALL. DAY. LONG. with the exclusion of the more higher advertised exhibits, the entire museum is up for your viewing pleasure. they also have 2 cafeterias that serve wine. YES! it may get a little crowded at times, but hey, its free man.

picnic

ive heard once that the picnic is lame, overly mushy, and just plain weaksauce. this may be true, but sometimes you have to go out on a limb and make things happen. make some fried chicken (or buy some from popeyes) and potato salad, bring a nice looking sheet, some refreshments, throw all those items in a backpack, and BAM, youre done son.

dallas bbqs

a negro favorite and black people haven with all the fried foods you could ever desire. their cornbread is good for the price and they give a nice hefty, down south similar portion of food. AND you can get this boss sized drink for nine bucks. chillin.

get sensual and take a walk

you need to get to know the lady youre taking out, so this way you can talk to her personally and closely. ask her about her life and heres the secret fellas....LISTEN. yes, it works. you listen and respond. simple.

lurk at barnes and noble

show her that you are a very avid reader and that your intellect knows no limits. your brain is always thirsty for knowledge, yearning to be quenched by something informative and relevant. or you can just look at magazines for free.

take her to the park

remind her how fun it was to be a kid. its a nice thing to look back at the nostalgic items of our childhood. a nice swing ride is simple, inexpensive, and the joy it releases is pure.

just get lost in an excursion of nothingness

dont take it this far,

but sometimes the best thing to do is just to go. pick a direction and move to the beat of the ocean. or street traffic.

thats all the tips i have for now. Remember: to ALWAYS take her to her front door. you always want to make sure that she gets home safely and you are not too busy to go the extra mile to make sure of that. word up.

meet the homies, vol. 1

2010-01-13T16:55:00.000-08:00

growing up, ive never been close to my family. outside of a select few of my relatives, the only people ive ever offered any kind of love to have been my friends. many have come, some have gone, but ive had many good times with damn near all of them. i just wanted to acknowledge some of them.

one of the closest homies i have right now, nikios is, in fact, that dude. here he is shitfaced at union square. somehow this man still had the balance and coordination to land majority of the flatground shit he attempted. like i said, that dude.

nikios' chest hairs. yes, they deserve their own picture. those strands are of epic proportions.

i give olu a very hard time because hes a slacker. he's blowing it. but he does have the potential to be successful. hes always very respectful and tries to look out. just chill on the mooching, my man.

the homie ricardo. smooth ass style and has the og antonio banderas hair. antonio was hot back in the day.

i am very proud to say that dean is my 3rd filipino homie. im moving up in life.

baller ass lexie. she fired me. i hate you. kidding. i love this woman and her realness. plus, todd is the man. peep their blog too, http://www.himandherinthestuy.com

could never write about lexie and not include her fresh.

i know, i left a lot of people out. that is why this is titled volume 1. worry not homies, i got yall.

the flowers bloom in the dead of winter

2010-01-06T19:17:00.001-08:00

here's to me wishing it was spring again

i hate cold weather, yet i love to layer clothing. weird.

the black male professional athlete: the new court jester of proper conduct

2010-01-06T19:02:00.000-08:00

i am pretty sure most of you are well aware of the current issue concerning Washington Wizards guard Gilbert Arenas. if you do not know what i am referring to, allow me to inform you on this matter.

in the beginning, Gilbert had a bet with teammate Javaris Crittenton. Arenas lost. he apparently refused to pay his debt, and the two drew guns on each other. no shots were fired, thank heavens, but these are professional athletes acting as if they are still in the ghetto. during the second altercation, i believe Arenas was the sole firearm toting millionaire to unleash his hammer. he has already admitted to keeping a number of firearms in his locker. in his defense, he insists that the weapons are not loaded. yes Gilbert, we believe that the guns are not loaded, but do you really think that we would be that naive to not expect you to have a pack of bullets in your locker as well?

so now the limit has been reached. the nba has suspended Arenas indefinitely, citing that "he is not currently fit to take the court in an NBA game". see what you did to yourself, my friend? yet somehow, Arenas does not take any of these troubles seriously. why? because he's already rich and he is a professional athlete, which obviously means that he is more important than all of us regular job having folkies.

the reason this post title is specifically directed and targeting the black male is because black female athletes generally steer clear of media and legal issues, with the exception of Marion Jones. The white athlete, male or female, stays out of the negative spotlight, minus the major league baseball steroid scandals. these athletes are role models, whether they want to be or not. they all have agents for a reason. they are not only there to help them maximize their fiscal worth. they are also being paid to maintain their clients' public image. why these young, talented, and heavily rewarded men refuse to let go of the hood mentality, i have not the slightest idea. let's explore this further with more examples.

Cincinatti Bengals former wide receiver Chris Henry is now deceased. He also had many legal troubles in his unfairly short tenure in the NFL. somewhere along the way, he found himself and realized that once you are in the public eye, you can no longer do as you please and know that only the people in your immediate circle will find out. once you are on the international stage, the entire world will know of your misconduct. Henry began getting his life in order. he had his longtime girlfriend, his children, his family, not to mention that i used to abuse my opponents with that man in Madden 07. Sadly, his life was taken far too early. These men should use him as an example. do not postpone getting your life in order. you never know what will happen to you tomorrow, no matter how many digits are on your checking account receipt.

excuse my french, but Pacman Jones is just a fuck up. let's see how many different pictures i can find of him in court.

on his way to court

i'm over it, but for his finale, the mugshot

i believe you are already aware of what happened with this guy. he just did not learn his lesson. for the record, as a black man, i can honestly say.......he did that shit. sorry, Mr. Orenthal James, but you are a dummy.

i could go on and on about this. i guess i just want these men to take their image more seriously.

just to say, Peyton Manning is that dude

beware the play action
LETS GO COLTS!!!!

so it's a new year

2010-01-03T14:24:00.000-08:00

...so as i let 'thriller' rock in the background, i wanted to jot down a few things. i do not have any new years resolutions. don't really believe in those anymore. resolutions are just a way for you to know what you need to correct and you'll dedicate 4 days towards that goal, before the dream of obtaining that you wanted fades into obscurity. this year, i just want to set a couple goals for myself. things that are realistic and attainable.

- i need a second job

right now, i'm pretty broke. i wasn't always broke, but with the holidays and lack of hours, it just caught up to me. so yeah, mo' $ mo' $ mo' $

- i need to move from this dungeon

i've been living in the same basement for 2 years and about 4 months. it could be a lot worse, but i'm just over it. this room renting shit is weaksauce. jay needs an apt. so, the plan is to either move with the homie jen or with the homies ricaro and paris. we'll see what happens.

- i need to get back in school and, more importantly, STAY THERE

uncle sam, stop being a damn cheapskate. the issue here is that federal financial aid is difficult to hold on to for me. now that i'm 23 and since i don't break bank, hopefully the government will help out a little bit with something that has nothing to do with the overseas war.

basically, i just want to progress in life and not be a bum for the majority of my life. so with this, i will say happy new year to you sucka ass fool. don't get into too much trouble, think of others, don't be afraid to love, and stay true.

day after xmas, drinks with jen!

2009-12-27T00:41:00.000-08:00

yeeeaaaahhhh! so jen and i couldn't decide where to go to dinner, so when decisions can't be made, bbq's is the answer. the drinks came. we felt good.

the homie jen

my damage after about 3 minutes

the crappy saturday nyc weather

jay going in

jay fading out

it was a good night.

pre-xmas madness

2009-12-26T08:11:00.000-08:00

to be truthful, i don't really care too much about the holidays. i do get put into sudden good moods and feel extra cheery but i believe thats as far as it goes, so i didnt really take any christmas pics. why? well, i really didnt do much that day so there was very little to take pictures of. BUT here are some pics from BEFORE christmas, because the days leading up to the day are the best.

shameless advertising bit

harrison doing the lowest kickflip ever

ultimate yogurt deluxe crack pack

from where? none other than the nutbox, fool!

i see you getting ready to get your snack on, chelsea...

dont think about it girl, just dig in

caught you snacking instead of working, chelsea...

lexie the rude terrorist

those horribly crowded soho streets

they were chillin

and i couldnt hate...this time

tv kills

a big ass blue wall

girl, youre talking too much. check off 'yes'

this isnt that sexy

the door to freedom

fav nyc store

we're upscale lowlifes. peace!

afternoon in the museum

2009-12-16T18:52:00.000-08:00

last saturday the lady margie and i ventured off to the museum of modern art. some of it i've already seen, some of it i havent't. didn't get an opportunity to see the tim burton exhibit, but next time fo sho. took some crap ass pics that day, but fuck it, here they are anyway

snacking on those yogurt pretzels via the nut box. that's a weekend thing.

some people just like to ignore the theoretical guy with a camera

and last but not least, i'm really proud that i pulled this meal off. its not that hard at all either. sweet and sour tofu with mixed vegetables and brown rice. first try, bolts.

oh, almost forgot. the best picture of them all, not because of what it is but because of who i was with.

i'm down with opp

help jay find this tee!

2009-12-15T19:33:00.000-08:00

PLEASE!!!

any info regarding sites or stores where i may find this tee, PLEASE email me at askSLASHtellJAY@gmail.com. muchos gracias.

one of my favorite video parts...

2009-12-15T19:20:00.000-08:00

...is Pat Stiener in Static 3, a east coast skateboarding masterpiece. Enjoy, friends.

UNLEASH HELL!

2009-12-08T20:48:00.001-08:00

when will i do this? you already know ;) getting my john legend on

ain't no love (in the heart of the city)

2009-12-08T20:21:00.000-08:00

its so weaksauce when old friends become the new wayward enemy of sorts. over what? utter nonsense. it wouldn't have been a big deal had the following not been stated to me:

from the fingers of Meagan Villacorta
"To reiterate ONCE MORE, I do not actually give a fuck about you, I just think that you lack the maturity, perception, and quite possibly the intellect to handle a situation that really isn't that serious."

"To coin a phrase, stop being so fucking salty, and I'd really love to hear from you a rational, well considered explanation, for once."

"Wow, you're actually really stupid. And it's nighttime."

the last sentence was to reply to "you have a beautiful day".

its sad to see things come to this point, but it is the inevitable and it could not have happened any other way. i wish that i didn't have to get put on blast via facebook, but i guess it just HAD to happen. couldn't have happened on a crappier day. so, to my old friend meagan, it was a fun time knowing you. you have a very unique mind. one i may never understand, but a unique one nonetheless. i have no insults for you. no bad words. i wish you the best of luck on your future endeavors. au revior. ciao. hasta luego. bye.

:)

not so lazy sunday

2009-12-08T20:14:00.000-08:00

so dean, sidi, and myself embarked on a journey to McCarren Park to meet up with the rest of the Lurkers to skate and take some pictures. some ankles got rolled, twisted, and baked, so it was just a cold skate day. quite frankly, for me, it sucked. just a few pics from the only warm place that day, the q train :(

dean's facial expressions never change. he's the t1005 from Terminator 6

PEACE!

jay loves huf

2009-12-02T21:33:00.000-08:00

nothing new, but i think this is the first time i've actually admitted it. i get all girly over huf shit. i get ready to drop top dollars out of an insufficient bank account. just bought this hat the other day. dreamed about it, thought about it constantly, had to had to had to HAAAAAAVE IT.

the sexy maroon one

didn't really take any pics today but i'll post these two

YUP

word up

2009-12-01T17:16:00.000-08:00

i just wanted to introduce some of the guys that i am lucky enough to work with.

jacob, obvious sex symbol of minnesota

dante, the dude of the dudes of the western dudes

and last but not least, the most family friendly guy i know, Juan Christian!

okay, so i went out with some homies the other night to snap some dope ass photos. problem is we spent too much time at the park and by the time we got downtown, the sun was going down. at 4:45pm. this daylight saving crap is corny, son.

iiiiiight, so here are some of the crap pics that i managed to get

Nantucket Nectar is the sheeeiiiiitttt

last night's session...

2009-11-23T17:22:00.000-08:00

So it was me, matt, dakota, joseph, chris, jeremy, and tony, skating around and looking for some spots to hit up. Then BAM, we run into the homie evan and his boys. you know, stacking clips and such. we decided to join forces and gangbang this spot for about an hour and a half.

song of the day...

2009-11-18T15:49:00.000-08:00

One of the best songs ever. Performed by the best artist ever (to me, of course). Enjoy, friends.

how sunday breakfast should be

2009-11-16T14:54:00.000-08:00

filling and hearty. Let us begin on this breakfast journey.

Where Genius Happens

and my dishes are also below the desk, out of view

here you have the batter and a butter stick, pancake essentials

Here is one of 4 ('Fo) delicious pancakes

just a pepper jack and tomato omelet. Pepper Jack is one of the more underrated of cheeses imo

Bon Appetit

Later on in the day at 51 park

Goodnight friends

really facebook?

2009-11-16T12:50:00.000-08:00

i have to type this just to update my status. mad convenient.

need some assisstance?

2009-11-16T12:25:00.000-08:00

Did I upset you in any way? Have I cock-blocked your recent female encounter? Any suggestions for me in general? Any tips for me? Need any tips on life?

I got your back, son! Just email me at askSLASHtellJAY@gmail.com

Positive feedback, criticism, whatever. I'll respond to it ALLLLLL

Lazy Sunday.....Whatevs Monday

2009-11-16T11:33:00.000-08:00

So Homage does a Friday Game of SKATE every week. Winners from November 6th are Olu and Elijah

That same weekend I went to the Brooklyn Museum of Art with some friends.

ryan

ryan and grey

a portrait room with really nice colors on the walls

i found Waldo in an old Colonial-time painting

i just was really feeling this one

Can you see him hiding amongst the sunflowers?

It's Hayzoos! Getting his creeper steez on (still appreciate your sacrifice, dawg)

A big 'ol angel orgy

Breakfast. it's the most important meal of the day, kids!

Charlie Chaplin's speech in The Great Dictator

2009-11-15T07:40:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure if Charlie Chaplin spoke in a good amount of films, but I do know that this one is a must see.

Bert Wooton in Cosmic Vomit

2009-11-11T12:50:00.000-08:00

Enough typing or reading, just WATCH!

Introducing the Urban Gentleman

2009-11-09T19:29:00.000-08:00

Good evening my brothers and sisters. As I walk through the streets of Brooklyn, I see too much of this:

and this

and I ask myself 'when did the boxers you wear become a part of your outfit because it was guaranteed to show?' I feel like such an old man these days. I cannot sit back and let my fellow man and my fellow youth be swallowed up by this ignorant way of life. It is time to transform yourselves my friends, into the Urban Gentleman.

You see the way that you USED to be. You do not need to stay that way. You can be like this:

Today's tip is the seat on public transportation. Women do so much for us men, I believe we need to repay them as much as we can. We, as men, can start by offering our seat on the subways and trains. I mean, come on son, this should not be such a big deal. Look at these damn seats

She kept her seat and changed history. That means that seats and women go hand in hand. My fellow man, stand up and let these ladies sit. It's your duty as...THE URBAN GENTLEMAN!

Every once in a while I will be posting tips for us men to make us better, more efficient, and more irresistible to our female counterparts. I got your back, son.

11.3.09

2009-11-03T20:57:00.000-08:00

I'm so tired today but I had to post something.

The street from my eye

Advertisements are overrated

Nikios peeping the pond

Paper boats float

randoms

2009-11-02T22:05:00.001-08:00

These are just a couple of shots I've taken just chillin around in nyc

...wait for it

THERE it is!

Goodnight

If he's down...

2009-10-28T21:06:00.000-07:00

...then Obama is a boss fo sho

A day at work with Jay!

2009-10-28T20:48:00.000-07:00

*DISCLAIMER!!* Most of the pics suck. Sorry, had some technical difficulties.

Word up, son. My job as a barista at Homage is a pretty chill deal. You know why? Because only chill ass people get coffee from us. Here are some of my chill ass customies:

Large coffee with lots of skim milk lady

This was her first time to our coffee corner. I may have made her a believer in the Mud

The window

The homie Jane

Small coffee with soy milk and kicks people's asses in hockey girl

Hard working construction man who likes half and half in his small coffee

NICOLE!

The never on time half cup of coffee drinking Beth

The Smith street Diva

BIG Playa $Rich$

David: Chillin

Large coffee dude who wears really nice Pumas

Large skim latte girl and TiMBeR
(Why is this black woman so upset? Damn.)

Anonymous woman who gets large cappuccinos then goes upstairs to sleep

That's my day at work. Not really work, more just making the coffee and giving it to my friends. For money, of course.