Found a new blog

It's kind of clever.

http://death-sentences.blogspot.com/

Foreword

Most of the time, I don't know what to write. Most of the time I'm actually hesitant to put my thoughts in a format where they're readable. Hey, wait, don't go! I promise this won't be some sappy wanna-be LJ Entry.

Book

I'm going to stop being a pansy and actually start writing my book.

This is a problem because I'm not funny, I'm not witty and I rant too much.

But at the very least, I'm still young, so I might as well write it.

The only problem I see is that I have a habit of saying too much, and I'm sure that if anyone reads the book, they'll know who I'm talking about.

My only hope is that it'll make me rich enough to have new friends.

New Article

Don't feel like updating that last post, because this article is so good.

Daily Kos: Why Clinton Lost

Another article I approve of.

Oh, hey, my parents read the blog now, so I guess I have to tone down the language. That also means that there likely won't be another installment of "Lips, Legs and Lies". That's unfortunate, because I really wanted to flesh out (no pun intended) that story.

Kanes and Para

The majority of my readers aren't even my friends on Facebook, so unfortunately, you all don't have a preview into my daily-happenings. I apologize for the lack of sass on my part, but at least you get to see my creative side! :)

Anyway, I acquired a few pieces of para I thought I'd share.

This is one of my latest kanes. I like the way it came out. There is a BUNCH of info on this damn thing, so I need a lot of camera angles.

"Achievement", our fundamental purpose, and our founding year are clearly visible on the front. This is the side that shows when I usually take pictures holding the cane. Also, when hanging from my back pocket or my backpack, this is the side people can see the easiest. You can see my krossing name wrapping around the top, and it shows up in subsequent pics.


This side is the back of the kane, barely visible unless you're actually holding the kane, or I show you. Lambda Xi is my chapter, and I had to put the trademark "NUPE" on the back. They kinda go hand in hand, because this chapter produces nothing less than that, similar to how Achievement was realized in 1911. Notice how you can still see my line name wrapped around.



This is the hook. I tried something new, because the pure Red felt out of place, so I decided to wrap it in white and add a layer on top.


View of the top half of the kane. Line name, "Pretty Damn Kocky" (almost didn't fit in the allocated space ; ; ). Obligatory "2" At the top. :-D

Next to bat is my Scrollers Club kane. I think this might be some of my best work yet. I can't twirl for shit with this one though - way too heavy. It makes a nice practice wood for stepping, though.

Here is an angle of the backside. I get crazy with this kane. I couldn't wait until I was able to put the clear tape on and solidify the design. :)

I think this type of hook design might be a standard for a while. This kane was tricky. Anyone who knows how to wrap can probably notice the tricks I had to pull to do this, but let me just say that my skinny Green tape didn't match the base green tape, so I had to improvise.

Just another angle. It's like an optical illusion, son! This kane is good for two things - hanging on a wall, and step practice. And I suppose If I was stranded in a forest or something, I could hunt beers with it.


Here is the front of the jacket. I probably should have went with a red one, but I REALLY liked the way the white jackets look. Everyone is all like "nooo, it's gonna get dirty!" Well that's why they have dry cleaners.

I've seen some hot designs on the back of other jackets, so this one feels pretty meager to me. :( Well I can always get another jacket and put this in the closet until special occasions. It's supposed to be a Scroll, but it doesn't really stand out. At least there's a "2" there.

Hope

My dad (62) called me yesterday and expressed that he thought he'd never see something like this in his lifetime. In his voice I heard admiration, resignation, and hope. He remarked on how, in his lifetime, America has been through so much, and how it really wasn't that long ago when people of our skin tone were not allowed to sit in the front of the bus.

45 years ago, Martin Luther King gave the I Have A Dream speech. 45 Years ago, my father watched his father work himself into his grave, and his mother get sick and pass away while he was in college. It's been more than 10 years since his younger sister passed away from a series of health related problems. It's been almost 5 years since his older sister passed away due to cancer. The only ones left from my father's branches on the family tree are him and my uncle Melvin, and my uncle's Kidney problems continue to plague him.

All these and more add to the feelings of resignation my father feels. He wishes his parents were alive to see it. He wishes that family members of his - those from older times who always talked about "The Ways of the White Man," and those who don't vote because of their overwhelming despair regarding the proper representational efficiency of the voting process - were around to see just how far we've come.

And even yet, Obama gives me hope of what I can achieve. Even being fortunate enough to have the background I do, I can't help but wonder and, perchance, dream. There are endless possibilities, and if times like this are any indication of the choices and voices that can change the way people perceive the world, then maybe, just maybe... Maybe anything can happen if we have faith.

I really wasn't going to blog today, to be honest. I was content to keep reading the news, and go about my work. But As I filter through reports to add to the previous post I have, I read stories of Black Americans nationwide. Stories of a remarkable sense of pride, endearment, and a quiet sense of excitement. Obama is, indeed, one man, but is it normal for an entire nation to feel excitement like this for one person?

I think that's what makes so many people afraid of Obama: his ability to instill a genuine sense of "Yes We Can." Young, old, White, Black, inbetween - Hope means different things for different people. To wish for something with expectation of it's fulfillment. To dare to believe in the impossible. To go against common practices for something you believe in.

It's almost like I should be writing the pamphlet for The United Church of Obama, but, dare I say it, I believe miracles can happen. I've been following the news daily, and the 17 month journey- which, in hindsight, isn't that long - seems like an eternity. It seems like a lifetime ago Obama announced his campaign. It seems like a lifetime ago that Hillary was heralded as the next Democratic nominee, and, in light of Republican politics the past administration, an easy win.

"A female President," they thought. And then Obama proved his mettle. He proved that people, when motivated, will act on something they believe in. I'd say more, but I'm running out of adjectives and I don't want to repeat myself.

I'll be turning 21 in a couple of months. My dad will be turning 63 in October (and, might I add, he is in extremely good health). My brother will be turning 10 a few days after me. I don't know if something like this will happen in any of our lifetimes, and I don't exactly know the turning point where America accepted the challenge to Hope, but I do know that it's a good feeling.

Moar Obama [Updated 1051 AM]

I approve of these news posts:

The Great Barack Obama Insurrection
When You Get to the White House, Change The Locks
Angry White Women Being Bitter
No Hurry to Choose VP
Black Americans Have a Reason To Smile Again

Obama a Symbol of Progress and Hope
Obama being a Gracious-Winner
A Run for the Ages
Blacks nation-wide are suffereing from chronic cases of Hope-Overload
Clinton's Towel Going on Sale on eBay Shortly

How Obama Did It

More poses later.

Milestone

Just in case you haven't heard, Obama won.

The Democratic nomination that is.

So you know what I did? I cracked open a six pack of Narragansett Beer, and partied like it was 1999.

Know what this means? This means that anything is possible. If you'll pardon me, I'm going to use this "Anything is possible" excuse for my outlandish behavior for the rest of 2009.

"Of course I'm going to the forests of East Asia to be a Buddist, Obama won the Democratic nomination; Anything is possible!"

-Renarudo