Question.

So my friends.  What would you do with freedom?

-RDL

De NP

It is daunting to post here already!

Who posted Childish Gambino? You beat me to it.

http://www.iamdonald.com/

and his blogspot

http://www.childishgambino.blogspot.com/

Adele is cool too.



Back to school, spring break was too short.

working title vol.1

Childish Gambino aka Donald Glover aka Troy Barnes from Community...dudes pretty raw



Murs teams up with some dude named Terrace Martin on Melrose. It's a pretty upbeat and fun album about girls, shoes, girls, relationships, girls, sex and....girls



Shad paying homage to the Pharcyde...check out his new album TSOL



Odd Future's Tyler, The Creator...kids these days



don't sleep on this. ab-liva kills it while mateo and goapele keep it sexy



blu & dela collab...enough said



mos def produced by ski beatz

thats it for today..check back soon

Where is Arian?

hella fresh






Thought Moments

Character's Fears in 250-300 Words

In my first semester at SF State our professor asked us to write the worst situation, getting a feel for the character as you discover new values under intense pressure. The real beauty of the exercise is the tight capacity of 200-300 words; you can squeeze a lot of information in that space.

Character's Fears

The pool split off to the sides behind the stage. The water was fresh and shallow and smelled hot. Steven was waiting and followed the rubber outline back and forth.  He heard the general hum of people over the dolphin gates. The metal bleachers were empty and shine in the white sun. Thirty-minutes prior to the performance. On the second row after the yellow marker there was a reservation held for his class. By alphabetical order Marla would sit at the tail of the thing near the stairs. Mr. Gardner emerged onto the center of the stage, changed into shorts and a fisherman’s brim with slippers.

            “Excited?”

            “I’m all right?” said the boy.

            “The gates will open anytime now,” said Mr. Gardner. “Remover your shoes and go in. Get yourself used to the temperature.”

            Steven did so, while the man placed the shoes far away from the pool on stage and saying he wouldn’t be needing those. Steven took some steps up to the pool’s mouth only to find the silver rail too cold. Holding onto the rail he stepped in the first slate of water. His ankles were cold and the coldness rose to his kneecaps and finally stopped. He kept walking because he was the center of attention, Mr. Gardner called from afar if Steven was fine. He took the smiling and grimacing for a yes to anything.

            “They can survive in fresh water,” said Mr. Gardner.

             Fifteen Bull sharks emerged from the tunnel to the center of the pool. Steady and quiet, their shadows were flowing over the white floor. Their eyes were black and glowed as pearls did in the evening. Steven wanted to only follow one shark but there was a brown spread.

“We are to them as humans are to lima beans,” said Mr. Gardner. “Just something to eat when we’re hungry.”

No. Thought Steven. His legs were not wet nor cold. The rough touch must’ve been the nose of a shark. Steven didn’t look down. By now the sharks brought the two into their smoke. Their shadows formed one giant one in the center. The sharks bumped into Mr. Gardner more so.

            “What they’re doing now is checking I’m food. As you see I’m not.” Mr. Gardner said. “Aren’t they just so playful?”

The most playful animal Steven knew for now was the camera circling them. He’d set his eyes onto it if he didn’t grow too self-conscious about his appearance. His button nose, the crooked teeth, thin and hairless legs like a girl. That all these were thoughtfully captured on the box on a stick.

After the silence of awe and wonder, the people were talking amongst each other now. His class especially on the third row after the yellow marker. The boys yelled his name, which he didn’t pay attention to because something absurd was sure to be said. Some of the girls tried to encourage him but he doubted them too. Marla was smiling not for him to pet a shark. His safety came before their enjoyment. Her teeth had a certain roundness. Hair gold in the white heat. She leaned forward with her arms behind her, revealing some of her chest in her teal shirt.

“What do you think, Steven?” said Mr. Gardner, who said after a pause. “Can we give an around of an applause for my helper here. Steven!”

Steven’s head shook on his neck, but he didn’t know if it was a yes or no. The crowd grew louder and his class was roaring for him to pet a shark.

“Grab the fin,” said a girl who Steven imagined was Marla. “One hundred points.”

--end. Just thought I'd contribute

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