Beginnings

Here I am. I sit in front of my laptop at 3:59 am on Friday morning. I just had a exceptional function. No more than 30 people came the whole night but it was amazing. It served as an end of the semester kickback and birthday celebration for Shawn “zamir” Walton, my brother. I spent a lot of money, most of what I did not have. We really were not expecting anything but we got a lot, we being me and Biko. I spent a significant amount of money to make sure this was an event that people would talk about, and we only planned it in two days. I think people will remember this. But, I didn’t want to do that just for the sake of gossip material. I wanted to show people an alternative. Tonight, we started A COUNTER COULTURE. We tapped into what was there and let them know that there are other people out here like them, that they don’t have to be isolated. Tonight was about new beginnings. Today I just finish a hell of a semester. There were a lot of self revelations and new understandings that came out of the whole ordeal. I suppose it is appropriate. I start this blog as I finish a trying and interesting period. Cyclical existence. I suppose that is man’s only hope for immortality and since I am so obsessed with eternal life I guess I must partake. It’s like in The Fountain, the movie. The only thing that we hope for that can live forever is giving birth to new life. So it is with this last semester: It died and gave birth to this blog. And perhaps, this blog will give birth to much more

I decided to start a blog for a number of reasons. I knew that if I wanted to write, I would have to write. Blogs present a wonderful opportunity to write publicly about anything. So here is by courageous attempt at a brave new world; a world that is different, a world that is balanced between unfathomable opportunity and certain demise. I thank two people for motivating me to start grinding at this thing. I met Chuck D in Boston at a New Media conference sponsored by the NBPC. I talked to him about my quest for a voice and various other challenges to all artists. He told me that if I wanted to make it to the Pros, I would have to sit at the free throw line with a big basket of balls and just start shooting. He said get a blog and then just write. Then about a month later, I sent a professor some digital art work that I created, art being a new realm to me that she helped to expose me to. I told her that she may have made an artist out of this aspiring writer. She told me that no matter if you’re an artist of words or pictures success is only 1 percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration. So now I sit back and shoot. No sweat. Nothing but net. Swoosh