i must say....life ain't that bad right now.

midterms over. c's and b's probably. whatever. it's over.

sox are doing well in the series. so happy. although my grandpa is a diehard cards fan, and i even rocked a cards hat in elementary school, but even his 91 year old self will admit his desire for Ortiz to smack homers from here to Jupiter and win the series for the sox. holla.

friends...i got some good friends, here and in SoCal...it's real weird. ya'll know who you are. thanks for keeping me sane.

still falling into like, and it's a damn good experience/feeling.

music...feeling connected to it more than ever these days. Like I've been saying for a minute now, Madlib is producing some of the dopest music out there these days. peep Quasimoto, Madvillain, Dudley Perkins, Lootpack, Yesterday's New Quintet, his Blue Note shit and his tracks on assorted albums (diverse, vast aire, etc.) Everybody thinks Kanye resurrected the soul sound, but Madlib is the sound, w/o any of the stupid workout plan music videos w/ Fonzworth Bentley cameos. the new Mos is great great stuff, and Talib has dissapointed me again. eh. And let's not forget the genius that is Foreign Exchange...

time....sleep doesn't exist these days. going to bed at 7am just for recreation. trying to make time not divided into days, but more linear, more connected.

poetry...actually writing. deadline for the book is sooooon. currently working out a Jigsaw tour to Canada in March 2005. Going to Arizona this week with Youth Speaks. and then there's the whole No Man's Land thing too....madness my friends.

family...i haven't been there. my grandfather and my mother are travelling to the bay in 2 weeks, the first time my gramps has been to SF/Berk/Oak, the farthest he's ever been up here is San Jose when he used to be a migrant farmworker during the 30s/40s. i haven't been there for you guys, and i'm sorry, but i'll see you soon.

i even joined the gym ya'll....the motherfuckin RSF. amazing.

and now, for the "fuck you shot out" of the night:::

fuck this event - they totally screwed over me, Mush, and Rafael and Youth Speaks in general. don't play dumb with young people just cuz of our age. we will call you out and ditch your event when you don't give us the payment/gift/shitty-cheap-shit we were promised. and stop trying to hit on nasty skanky pseudo-liberal granola girls when you're just a carbon copy of every wannabe Michael Franti "keeping it real" in your North Beach SF studio. asshole. and don't treat Crown City Rockers as the token hip hop group either.

me and Ozone gotta get our asses back to Southside.

this tuesday son!

Vast Aire "Could You Be?" (produced by Madib)