The Constorium of Greater Minds

second winter, japan. first full year, japan. last new year, japan. two-thousand-eight has been a…significant year, i suppose. heading into 09 there is a much different feeling than the one present when greeting 08. what is it, what’s changed or what hasn’t changed, perhaps? I love japan but will be ready to leave in this new year. better to leave when you’re ready than precipitately. But oh-ate…travel, of course. The ship took me to the mountains and snow of far north japan and the island of Hokkaido, then to the tropic heat of Bangkok and Singapore, the madness and energy of Manila, the emerald waters of Borneo, the city lights of Hong Kong, twice, and of course, the grime and glamour of Busan. Owe-eight also brought me back to America for the first time since leaving in early 2007. Newport, New York, DC, Seattle and LA. a bitter sweet return it was. Sweet were friends and family, bitter was…a stone tossed into the lake of life, sending out ripples that are still stirring the calm surface masking a fervent churning beneath. Cause in 08 and effect in 09. I could go on. But, japan, japan, japan. I’m an outsider leading the most solitary existence of my short 24 years – a realization I think eventually catches up to many “gaijin.” It’s a role I’ve never played. But I learn from it and all the emotions it brings. Tokyo is my escape but even she has turned on me. It’s the plight and the reality of the city, magnified ten fold in the world’s biggest. The feeling of being alone in a terrain teeming with people is much different than the feeling of being alone in nature, stripped bare of man. It’s a gnawing frustration that grows with every silent train ride into the city, crammed against bodies that don’t speak, that walk through life like walking on egg shells. It’s every eight hour romance in bars and screaming nightclubs. It’s every beautiful stranger floating by like a ghost in a subway car going the opposite direction. It’s the constant coming and going and not ever staying. Japan is a thrill tinged with sadness for the interloper. I’ve got to get out but I know I’ll miss it when I do. So, twothousandandnine. Goodbye japan, hello…who knows, but change is good. I’m eager for what the new year holds.

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My mother always said I had good taste in office supplies. I used to think that it was just one of those things that my mom said because I was her son. Things like I could be anything, do anything, or go to any school I wanted to. Fortunately for me, I’ve recently discovered finer writing instruments and stationary products. That just about redeems my mother for those other things being less true.

On a recent trip to little Tokyo in LA, I came to Kinokuniya bookstore.

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Charles Hamilton – Brooklyn Girl from Kidd Izzo on Vimeo.

brooklyn girls is good hip hop

N.E.R.D. – Sooner Or Later from Kidd Izzo on Vimeo.

sooner or later is good, too

CurT@!n$ – Night Of The Living Dope (Johnny’s Revenge) from Kidd Izzo on Vimeo.

night of the living dope, is also

One day

I’ll find myself on a sailboat.

Fishing

With no bait.

What are you fishing
With?

She’ll ask.

And I’ll reply.

Perseverance.

The fish knows I want it

Therefore it bites.

Like you.

9 Trailer

Speechless. This movie looks like the straight dope, that white, purer than a child’s heart (c) Clipse.

jizz in my pants from devil god on Vimeo.

have listened to this song along with Run DMC’s Christmas in Hollis for at least the past six years during the holidays.

Kurtis Blow – Christmas Rappin’

and to all… A GOOD NIGHT!

bonus: Santa Baby – Rev Run, Mase, Puff Daddy, Salt-N-Pepa, Snoop, Onyx, & Keef Murray

+

booty music for those holidays at the club

Universal Mind Control

I know its been a hot min since ive been posting up on this but now its time to get back in the game…this are from a last min trip to London back in early nov…

making love

like castaways

and the one thing that stays with me

is the way her hair

would
fall
in
my
face
a raven storm
a pure black night

and
big green eyes

like they don’t make ‘em anymore
big green eyes

full of sadness

filled with loneliness
it feels as though you were always
in
me

she said

truth is
I never had her

truth is she was a whore
but I loved her

when she told me
she

was

leaving

i guess you could say

i was kinda’ happy

In a holden caulfield sort of way