Archive for April, 2012

Action Bronson Is Cinderfella…

Friday, April 20th, 2012

First Reebok, now the OG classic Pro-Keds tabs the hottest NYC rapper to show off some acting chops in professing his one true love…

Sneakers.

Art Versus Transit…

Thursday, April 19th, 2012

INTERNETS!!! What is good? Please give me a warm reception for my first post at dallaspenn.com. This post is a living testament to the power of the interconnected networks known as the Internets. Before I go any further, I’d like to introduce myself to the Internets. My pen name is T-Bag and first and foremost I am a new father, to my 14 month old son Clive (named after Kool Herc’s government), Husband to my wife, Registered Nurse by night, graffiti art collector, Lo head, and all around hip hop head.

I have been given the opportunity of a lifetime to share with you my thoughts, interests, opinions and whatever else I feel like in this amazing space. As I mentioned, this post is unique in that Dallas has given me the chance to post on his blog and I have never met Dallas or even spoken to him via phone. This is purely an example of the planets and stars being perfectly aligned, ok maybe not. Maybe it just happened through a few comments I left and some emails, but internets what is important is that the interconnected networks has once again connected strangers in a way that only the internets can do. So without further ado lets get it in and please enjoy my first post at DP.com…

Legends often go under-looked. Today I’d like to make sure that this doesn’t happen. Anyone who has done their homework and knows the legacy left behind by the writers of the Golden Era of New York City graffiti
knows that DURO CIA TOP is one of the greatest legends of this time period. From his top to bottom end to end burners in the classic book “Subway Art by Martha Cooper and Henry Chalfant”, being writing partner to some of the most famous writers in the history of Graff such as Dondi (RIP), Shy 147 (RIP), Min and the list goes on, to his feature in the quintessential graffiti documentary “Style Wars”, DURO embodies what New York City graffiti was and is. Duro is also the first writer in history to ever be interviewed on television for a special that aired on CBS in 1981. For all you fans of graffiti, DURO will be releasing his new self published book “Cause I Am Who I Say I Am The News Breaker Himself: The Untold Story Of Subway Writer DURO CIA TOP” on April 30th at his website.

If you are like me and am devastated that you were too young to grow up in New York City in the 70’s through the 80’s here is your chance to relive these incredible times through the story of one of the most prolific artists to beautify the New York City Subway system. If you have some extra cash and you are like me and are trying to make your home look like a lay-up from the 80’s Duro also sells canvases on his site and will be part of a group auction on April 19th to May 3rd where you can place bids at Lauritz.com, and will also be having a solo auction at the same site on April 25th to May 9th where there will be 7 canvases and the starting bid will be $54.00 US dollars. Again internets, please don’t sleep cop the book and cop a canvas if you can. Remember internets, women love art. Nuff said.

SEPARATED @ BIRTH: Ewoks 4 Trayvon…

Thursday, April 19th, 2012

This joint been making me laugh or the past two weeks…

Seminole Lifestyle…

Wednesday, April 18th, 2012

Freed and escaped Blacks relocated to Florida and blended with Choctaw peoples to form the Seminole tribe. The natives and the Africans defended each other and also taught each other their respective agricultural skills.

I found this knit in Marshall’s at the Coral Ridge Plaza and it reminded me of a native American blanket. Possibly Seminole since it also looks West African in its coloration?

My favorite detail is the invisible horsey.

Can’t Get Blood From A Stone…

Wednesday, April 18th, 2012

Chocolate Snowflake and I are in Florida on my parent’s coattails. They were the ones who bought into the timeshare scam many years ago. My mother has rarely used the timeshares after my dad’s passing. Part of the reason is because this shit can be so damn inconvenient. My folks bought their timeshare from a resort in South Carolina and like most people they didn’t want to visit the same place every year.

The way these timeshares are supposed to be set up you can ‘exchange’ your resort space for a similar one within the resort company’s network. Yeah, that sounds all well and good except there be hell’a blackouts and unavailability as you try to make your exchanges. Now planning a vacation becomes a full time fuxin’ chore. And all you wanted was to put your feet in some white sand for a week.

Timeshares are operated like scams that you sign up for in perpetuity. You can’t sell them either because they aren’t property that was paid for but a week during the year. A SPECIFIC week at that. So in some cases when you can’t afford to take your vacation during that exact week you have to pay a fee to have the chance to use the timeshare during another week of the year.

I wasn’t even supposed to be in Florida with C.S. but everyone she invited didn’t feel like going with her. I don’t know why because C.S. is the perfect roadie. We do these timeshares to a tee with groceries from the local supermarket and hell’a maps that feature all the attractions of the place we are visiting. C.S. even signed us up for a timeshare pitch at the resort we were staying in (for an AmEx giftcard and a 3day/2nite stay at a Wyndham hotel).

The new pitch isn’t for timeshares any longer since the jig is prA’li up on these scams. The new pitch is for ‘Vacation Ownership‘. Same scam animal, different name. The salespeople try and coerce you to pay $15,000 so that you can accrue annual points to use towards visits to resorts in their network. Do these niggas know I can’t even pay my cellphone bill regularly? What the fux makes them think I might could afford to take a week away from my grizzly like that? Oh, yeah, maybe because I told them I go to St. Ma’arten or Barbados annually.

I’m already in hellified debt with just my clothing, toy and sneaker collections without assuming some scam from these two-bit soulless prostitutes. These scam niggas is only half a step above the niggas who work for financial companies who create sexy names for the instruments which rob people’s retirement accounts. They are all vultures and a blight on the Earth. All I want to do is put my feet in some white sand with my ladybug. Keep your timeshare scams.