Lite Brite Madness

The above picture was taken July 12 at the Rock the Bells festival in Columbia, MD. The Aasics Lite Brite was decidedly proclaimed to be the World's Largest Lite Brite by Kuna and myself, although Kuna is out of his mind in this picture.

The festival proved to be a great time; among the best acts were Talib Kweli, Big Boi, the Roots, Raekwon, and, of course, NaS. NaS also brought out AZ for a duet of "Life's a Bitch," which made the crowd go wild. I also have the distinct pleasure of being able to say I've seen Busta Rhymes perform "Arab Money." Definitely on the agenda for next summer.

Also, via BYT, I was pretty entertained by this link of conspiracy theories that turned out to be true.

More Kicks / Antique Taxidermy

Vans x Huf '3 Feet High' Half Cabs

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a real old Muskie mounted to a piece of polished wood that was given to me by a co-worker whose parents discovered it in an old house they restored. Definitely gonna be a sick addition to the apartment I'll be moving into on August 20

New Kicks/I have a crush on Tina Fey

Convinced my mom to cop these for me, as my Caballero's are so beat the sole is wearing through

Supreme x Vans 'Distortion' half-cabs


In other news, I used to get pissed when I was still on Twitter when my former roommate T-Paine (or, for the last 3 or so days of school, Trill-Paine) would tweet about 30 Rock. I found it annoying that anyone would waste my time sharing how they wasted their time, which is overarchingly how I feel about television. However, in the deepest desperation resulting from boredom, I thought I'd check it out, as it is available under 'Watch Instantly' on Netflix. Now, I must publicly apologize to Thom for all those times I cursed him under my breath for his Twitter irrelevancy. While the show lacks the sophistication and countless running jokes of Arrested Development (indisputably the best television show ever and consequently the comparative factor), it's still fucking hilarious. I'm not sure whether I'm more attracted to Tina Fey or Liz Lemon. The latter is vulnerable and unlucky with the fellas, which is definitely why I feel like I would have a chance. I also want to hang out with Tracy Morgan for the rest of my life. Lastly, I've only watched the first season and Ghostface Killah had two cameos - how dope!

Bible verses on your feet

I was handed a flier at inauguration with these Barry Obama kicks on them. Pretty whack, but in fairness of the designer there are a couple small details that are nice. Otherwise, these shoes have every word associated with the Obama campaign (Hope, Change, Progress, etc) on them somewhere, and the sole even says "Corinthians 14:11" on the bottom. Get yours for only $75 here.

FUCK

This blog suffers from two severe cycles:

1. Upon typing a long, thoughtful blog post complete with color images (and sometimes even videos!), the autosave feature, or my dell computer, or the shitty internet connection fails to save my work and I have to start from nothing. This has happened twice in the past 15 minutes, and the first time I easily invested 40 minutes of class into what I had to say.
   
2. I don't update for extended periods of time because my life, experiences, and material belongings aren't sufficiently interesting enough for you to read. My latest excuse, however, is the battery charger for my digital camera, which is M.I.A. (not the deflated, no-longer-pregnant recording artist) in central PA. This means I have to use images from the Internet instead of my own pictures - something I hate doing.
   

Below, a list of what's occured since the last update, and other assorted material.

Of course I can't show pictures of the motorized scooter I received for Christmas for my all my adventures-to-come in the city. However, my mom finally set up the insurance policy needed. Neither my family nor I knew about this requirement, but it seems an increasing amount of our lives are dictated by social control. If it were up to me, I'd ride whatever I wanted, wherever, without anyone's permission. I could be getting the scooter as early as next week...pics to come!
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Since Christmas, I still haven't gotten to post pics of the sneaks Santa brought:

Vans x SkatePark of Tampa Half Cabs

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This semester's been pretty hectic. First we raged for Obama and inauguration, then my crew proceeded to celebrate John 's birthday. I lost my teenage-hood a couple days later, and threw a sick birthday party at my girl Shilpa's. My mom hooked up some cash for a keg, and John doubled the quantity. DJ Phat White produced a remix just for the occasion, and I'm pretty sure everyone (150+?) had a damn good time. My good friend C-beezy also pulled through with this special gift, the Barry Obama special edition:


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A few days prior to the party, me mum, sister, and little brother pulled through the district. They brought a bday cake and we went out to lunch at Thaiphoon, which was mediocre at best. Afterwards, they took me to PalaceFive, where I scored these:



In conclusion, I feel as though there was a significant amount of other stuff I wanted to share but was probably lost in the deletion of the other posts. In the moment, I'm pretty inspired about blogging, coursework, living, etc, so hopefully more to come.

Talk of perfection...

...makes me feel good inside, as do stop-motion short films. And sneakers, which is why I present to you (compliments of Rafik) this impressive piece, which incorporates all of these things.


Origami In the Pursuit of Perfection from MABONA ORIGAMI on Vimeo.

She asked how I was, and all I could say was, "same gold, same gold"

YO crew-

I'm pleased to announce the October 14 revival of me blog (Facts Aren't True), an event that has long been postponed due to coursework, among other things. Coursework, by the way, is not a euphemism for activities such as partying, quad-ratting, show-going, pleasure-seeking, sleeping, or clearing my mind. Of course these commitments take up a lot of time, too. Moving on, my apologies to all the faithful readers whose RSS feed had been temporarily inactive.

The latest:

you probably noticed the missing banner at the top. i replaced it with a painting done by Wayne White, a really tight artist i came across this summer compliments of esquire

+ new beaters (already dented) - Nike Vandal Untold Truth Collection's



+ my friend Pat maintains a music/art/plant blog with his friend from Parsons:
stayheady.blogspot

+ last week[end] was undoubtedly among my wildest at university. it kicked off wednesday night with a hot chip show, got better the next night at of montreal, and definitely peaked friday night at girl talk. below, a picture of gregg gillis wearing a red pittsburgh cap i put on his head at some point in the show:


it was never recovered, but Brightest Young Things has great pictures of some random girl wearing it for the rest of the night.

+ i had the opportunity to meet Melchizea (aka steve), a traveling hippy, the other day in a park nearby campus. while i'm willing to guess his age was in the 60s, this man was wholly enigmatic, claiming to have been to both the beginning and the end of the universe. he had wildly cool ideals (no money!!$!) and bragged that he is among the top twenty five drum-makers in the world. The weather here has been beautiful, and it was a pleasant afternoon. We watched him make flutes out of bamboo for a while, and he gave us all one as a gift. Before we parted, he told us about a wild hippy festival every summer, the only constant in his life...but I can't post such a sacred title online.

+ reality: barack obama means pocket change

+ it's been so long that the ideas have come and gone, and what you have read is all i can remember for the time being.


more to come, at a much more reasonable rate!

The Yield of a Heavy Shopping Season

Two pairs of the FRESHEST kicks in three days.

VANS VAULT Caballeros with Starks 'Tribe' laces
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ALIFE Chukkas

The Latest and Greatest

Stussy x Neighborhood 'Boneyards' Nike Blazers

Scrapped

So, I play basketball (in a competitive sense) two or three times a week. In these shoes, no less:

Take note of the holes where my big toe sticks out. I thought a picture would be nice before I pitched'em. Anyway, I ran these shoes damn hard, for a good 3-4 months with those holes, and finally convinced me mum to buy me some new ones.

Fancy. Patent. Air Force 25s "Be True" pack


Currently listening: The Strokes' Room On Fire

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Finally, the deprivation is over and I've been reunited with my digital camera! I haven't had it in my possession since spring break, when I left it in Wildwood, NJ at Stan's house. This is good news, as I am now able to show you some fresh throwbacks Jim hooked me up with:


Of course, after this royal acquisition, I spent too much time wearin'em while jammin' to one of my oldest cassettes, featuring the sponsor himself:


Which took me back to the first weeks of freshman year, when I actually saw The Hammer live (for free, of course):



Currently listening: Not MC Hammer. Morrissey's The Best of Morrissey

Puppies

Kicks in the Family

This one goes out to you, DJAR. Death to sucka MCs.
Purchases as of 2008*:




Plus my little brother, having ten years of age, rocks shoes!




*I intend to write a dissertation in an upcoming post justifying my excessive consumerism, or at least trying to do so^. My desire to do this is two-fold. First, it would be introspectively valuable to try and defend in print these purchases. Secondly, if anyone from my Global Exchange Reality Tour to Ecuador read my blog and saw such careless consumerism, they might be disappointed. The other day Bobby called me an idiot for buying a new pair of shoes; in my defense, they were pretty fresh.

^I can't guarantee said post will be published, seeing that I tend to procrastinate until the last minute when my college coursework is due, and am rarely motivated to blog.