When money is tight, which it often has been for me, I reach for ideas. I reach for resourceful ideas to eat and have fun. I learned this sandwich from my old boss. He learned it in jail. He called it a bang-bang and had many variations for it. You can add mackerel, veggies, honey or jalapenos to spice it up or use cola to boil the noodles instead of water. This is a decent meal for under four bucks!
‘Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live!’
KRS-One has described hip hop in many ways, but my favorite was on his album with Marley Marl entitled ‘Hip Hop Lives.’ The song was called ‘I Come Back’ and in it he gives a couple acronyms, my favorite being ‘Holy Integrated People Having Omnipresent Power.’ That’s comforting to me. I love it.
Because hip hop at its core is a movement.
It’s a culture.
A quick intro and a few tips from a pro regarding pre-production, production, and recording interviews as a videographer.
When a movie trailer comes on TV, something in the back of your mind switches on. As you see movie posters in the mall, a feeling passes through your gut. Any mention of the Oscars, Sundance, or Cannes moves your heart a little.
You have a Big Idea, and you ache to see it written, revised, bought, cast, shot, edited, and projected onto a big screen in front of an audience. And you believe that your job is Job #1: put the Idea on paper. You want, or dare I say, need to write a screenplay. You are compelled, and if you're the Believing type, you believe that it's the will of God in your life. Simply put, it's your dream.
However, dreams aren't easy to achieve; otherwise they'd just be chores. So you frequently ask yourself:
We cannot imagine
How tired one must be
After the task of saving souls.
The heart breaks and begins to wonder,
“What is the purpose.”
'I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.' -- Nelly Furtado
My friend Draise has been on the move off and on for two years straight, most of that time away from family and old friends. We were talking a couple months back and he asked me if I felt like Massachusetts was home. I said yeah, definitely. My family’s not up here and it’s been a struggle forming the same kind of deep friendships that I’m used to having back in Florida, but it does feel like home. He said he hadn’t felt at home in a long time and it was obviously starting to get to him.
We all know home is where the heart is, but what if your heart's not where you are? The idea of home is a tricky thing. I never even thought about it until I moved out for the first time.
Last week I flew with my boss and a few anthropologists to Kodiak Island, here in Alaska. Our team’s intention was to invite key community leaders into a new research project to prevent pre-teens from abusing everyday legal products. It seems that many Alaskan kids have a deviant-scientific side to them and have uncovered 1,001 ways to get high off everything from gasoline to Lysol and Ritalin.
Who would think to ask why a stinky 10 year old boy has a can or three of Axe body spray in his backpack?
In Kodiak, we met with a few community leaders, and all went methodically well. True to the island’s reputation, the weather quickly became snotty, blowing wind and cold rain every way but up. It was a fairly gray day, until we met with Father Paisius at the coffee shop for a lunch meeting.
From the intro to Volume 01...
My wife, Wendy, and I just moved from central Florida last year to metrowest Massachusetts. We’ve experienced Spring before, but never really lived in it like this. Outside our front door, I’m seeing little shoots of trees, plants, flowers, weeds and every other natural growing thing sprouting up.
The funny thing is, you never know during the winter where the little bits of new life are going to pop up. But the snow melts, the weather changes and there they all are, scattered about in no apparent pattern and growing like crazy.
That’s a little bit how I’d like you to look at this humble first issue of the Creative Revolutionary’s Handbook.