Trebligado

I was having troubles posting for a few days, but now it seems ok. Here's another musical endeavor.

Punk Head!

The Devil Plays On

Double Post!

Before the Sea

A prelude to Seascapism.

Mini projects

I made a Halloween puzzle for my students. The bike I did in about five minutes. Because drawing comes less naturally to me than, say, writing, I often get that "I don't wanna" feeling about it. So I figure committing to five minutes keeps me practicing while avoiding the "I don't wanna" zone.

BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU!

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” 
― George Orwell, 1984

not that the idea of this is originally mine!

thoughts on rocks

I do not have the same joys as my family

Though I may share their jewels of wisdom

I do not carry the same stones.

I am (in) a frail slate,

A shale of myself, comported to the world

An inverse geode,

Glimmering outside,

Volcanic within

Stoic

Stony and unfeeling…

Yet the stone is a stone

Due to its toughness.

It is neither weak nor strong

Nor impregnable.

It is composed. Solid. Standing.

Sound.

Wolf Part II

Checkin with Curry

I am starting to learn how to survive without restaurants food! A freshman in the art of cooking! 

 

At times.

When we cry,
the tears welling up
feel good.

when we cry,
releasing our tears
brings more.

when we cry,
we can express
ourselves.

expressing ourselves
feels good,

especially
when we cry.

Makin' some Kkakdugi (깍두기)

Yesterday I went to the Farmers' Market and found out that THE DAIKON ARE BACK!!!!   

It's time to make Kkakdugi!

For those of you unfamiliar it is radish kimchi.  I'm seething with jealousy that Andrew Costello is probably eating it by the vat right now.  I love it a lot.  I wanna marry it.  

So here's my first attempt of the season. 

And speaking of creativity and Japanese radishes, here is a link to see the fastest and most cunning daikon that ever lived. 

Wolf Part I

"In the final, darkest days of Rome, packs of voracious wolves howled amid the ruins and roamed the streets at night."

- Something I heard on TV

Based on real events that occurred in the city of Detroit, MI.

My hood

I've recently began volunteering at community garden in my neighborhood, Bayview-Hunters Point.
On the way back I took some pics of some cool things round my way.

Check it!

Spike, the caterpillar

Hey Lady!  What are you doing here?

Mary and Joel McClure.  They organize volunteers an manage the Bridgeview Garden.  Sweetest people ever.  Mary gave me tomatoes, sage, rosemary and mint from the garden today.  

Bayview-Hunters Point is a historically Black neighborhood.  Although it is gentrifying, as is most of SF, there is still a thriving, Black community in large part because of churches, mosques, and community organizations  keep people connected.  

Gonna walk thru that Pearlgate  

Nation of Islam Mosque on 3rd Street

Watermelon anyone?
In the Summer and Fall there is a man who always sells watermelons on Third St and Revere St.

A few days' worth

Sometimes at work there are slow days. (I know, this is kind of the antithesis of teaching. Trust me, I don't feel good about it.) It's amazing though, when you're sitting in a lobby with children who refuse to engage with you linguistically, how the gesture of a proffered sketchbook and a pencil is pretty universal. One girl drew her house, and a little boy drew himself (I made him be in a forest. I should really develop it).

Cold Day

It's not like I would call this my full effort of today! But I have a cold and I don't feel creative xP but I had to get rid of this image in my head of a ballerina and put it on paper 

A break from editing to give a short poem.

In the distance I see lightning,

a quick tongue lapping

the salt of the earth.

Here, I feel thunder

Hard and hollow

I do not know when they’ll

decide to change their roles

I relate to faces!

The First Annual Six-legged Beauty Pageant

Minimal editing. I was having trouble trying to amplify the bass though. In any case, I really enjoy this one; I hope you do as well :)

Dinner photo essay #5

Chicken curry with fried shishito peppers. Working on my curry recipe.

Paris be bullshittin', yo

Man, all this old country bureaucracy be boggin' my game down. Tryin' to open a bank account instead of making phat beats and shit these past days.

 I dropped shit just now, but it's just a loop and it's just to say that I'm down to be creative this month, even though I'm living hella ghetto and am questioning my life decisions throughout the day.

 Please tell me I'm awesome and that all the super famous hip-hop producers should bow to me when I finish this beat. France has left me only a shadow of my former self. I'm going to eat a stale ass baguette in the corner now. peace