Things that are inspiring me a lot...

This guy...Liu Bolin. The Invisible Man.

See more of this brilliance here...and here...and Pay close attention to the last one on this one. It's really good too...

-Rodney

Mind blowing...

I was again, perusing the web and ran across this. These are the types of things that make want to try my hand at graffiti or murals. I am scared, I admit.

And this one...


There is more mind-blowingness here

-Rodney

Dumped again...I am sorry I hurt you

I hate to break the news so publicly, but the van guy from Home Depot and I have severed our relationship.

Van guy aka Franco, has been helping me deliver a few things. ie paintings and supplies from Home Depot. Which is how I met him, one day I was shopping and realized that I couldn't take the stuff home on my bike. He gave me a ride. We talked. The courtship began. The relationship went sour due to non-dependability. Here is how it went down.

I texted him last night to see if he would be able to help me take some stuff home from HD. Transcript as follows.

So basically, i finished shopping at 8:30 like I said. I called Franco to ask where was he. He said he would be there in 10 mins. 15 mins go by and he's not there. Meanwhile I have been approached by many Van guys in the parking lot about taking my stuff home. The temptation is tough. I'm late for work. So I let one guy take me. 19 mins have passed and text him. He calls me back 5 mins later than that.

Van guy aka Franco: Hey man, what happened?

Me: Well, I was running late for work so I let some other guy take me home.

Van guy aka Franco: Man how you gonna dump me for somebody else because I was 10 or 15 mins late?

Me: Dude, you are 25 mins late.

Van guy aka Franco: I'm 'round the corner. I am on my way.

Me: Dude, you 25 mins late!

Van guy aka Franco: You know what man, don't call me no more.

Me: Dude, you 25 mins late!

Van guy aka Franco: Don't call me again. bye.

click.

The guy taking me home is now cracking up. Then he follows it up with a text in case I forgot or didn't hear him.

This is the extent of our relationship. He is literally in my phone as "Franco. Van Guy from Home Depot"

I am crying inside. For real, you can't see the tears. I am hurt.

-Rodney

BK designed it...

Milling around the interwebs I stumbled upon this little gem.

3rings >> BKLYN DESIGNS 08 from Avi Flombaum on Vimeo.

I met one of the guys from Uhuru a bit ago at an art show. I can't remember which one. But they are having an art opening here that's worth checking out.

Check it out if you can.

-Rodney

Hmm...

I am riding my bike top work this morning and I hear a little engine behind me. It was like a weed whacker or something. The next thing I see a guy pull up next to me at a stoplight and he is on one of these.



Not this exact one, I found this online. But this was the idea. A bike with a motor. isn't that a Motorcycle? And get this, he would pedal every now and then I guess to justify the bike frame. People at every street were stopping and looking. I guess the two concepts just seemed contradictory.

I hope he wasn't riding that monster on the Williamsburg bridge.

-Rodney

Got a Woody?

I remember seeing something like this at the airport in PDX when I was traveling once. Just found this site and more detail. Oh wow...See the beauty here

And more here...

-Rodney

The Prophetic Drawings of RAW...

These are a couple of my drawings from high school...an Indication even at that stage that I was into typography.


This one is really prophetic. R.A.W. are my initials. I had a habit of always drawing myself the way I wanted to look. I looked not nearly as cool in the 9th grade.

But what is more interesting is my fascination with NYC though I had never been. I felt akin to it. So much, that I drew it in my name. I guess NYC has always been inside me.

PS- Remember the 3 parts in the eyebrow? Well I thought that only one to match the part in my hair was much cooler.


I drew this when I met my high school friend Caronica. Her nick name was Bookie. I liked it, but thought it was cooler to lose the 'e'. It was a cuter Brand. Ha. She always wore a white headband in her hair.

Drawn on my mother's birthday in '93


I once designed about 10 pairs of sneakers and mailed them to Nike. They kindly sent me letter stating that the law prohibited them to look at them and they returned them. I wish I still had the other designs. I swear I have seen a few designs inspired by my sketches...

Maybe this prophecy has yet to be actualized...

-R aka R.A.W. aka RAW Dawg...

This kid...

Watch and learn a little something about the words "I can't"- I am not sure they really exist.

-R


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Daily Obsession: 3000 does it again

This verse is laced with cleverness bar to bar...

So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
She said, Why in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm
I'm like, Why?
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord-
Umbilical attached to a place that can't afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathing
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don't get nervous it's
Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas write to me
Woman be up in they tub
Expoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin' GO 3000!
I'm in my whatever bumpin' Mois
A 100 miles in
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done in
I'm in
A swell mood
Or rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she'll be back, she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her to
I said, Call me when ya'll break up
I don't fuck nobody bitch
And never on the Jacob, know what time it is
Nigga just tryin' to live
Like a Nigga supposed to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Trynna see if I still got it... (got it...)
I guess it's like a fight think about it...
(oh oh oh no no)
... bout it... bout it... (oh oh oh no no)
Oh oh oh...

I must get back to obsessing now...

-Rodney

Wow...

I just saw this on Last Week's Interestings. Jelsen is a buddy of mine, and he is often dead right about things....This is the fire that burned down Chicago.

VIDEOGIOCO from Enrico Ascoli - Sound Design on Vimeo.

-rodney