We Cyphered Our Symposiums.

“Spit, Lil’ Cuz…”  – Qadir Jones (aka Hellstar), my beautiful and brilliant autodidactic cousin   “… Keep it Real.” – John Gillespie Sr (aka Unorthodox), my complex and clever autodidactic father   These were the maxims that marked my introduction to philosophical study. Spit: /spit/ (verb) – to rap, to make words make melodies, to […]

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Four Books: Vol 3

Donna Haraway, Staying With The Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene In the midst of spiraling ecological devastation, multispecies feminist theorist Donna J. Haraway offers provocative new ways to reconfigure our relations to the earth and all its inhabitants. She eschews referring to our current epoch as the Anthropocene, preferring to conceptualize it as what […]

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I Wish I Was Home

The first song I ever wrote was called, “I Wish I Was Home.” I had to be about five years old or so. The song was sung in the key of a Pop-R&B vibe, Usher was probably its subconscious subtext and I sung it for the first time as my Mom and Dad pulled away […]

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impossible.

I reflected a lot about whether or not I should write this. But, I am and I am because I am trying to remember why I started this blog, which is related to why I decided to create music again, which is related – but less directly so – to why I decided to take […]

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