It’s just time to prioritize and make it ALL pop.

So many endeavors keep me from sitting at my keyboard and churning out compositions, but that’s about to change.

This webcomic is, and will continue to be, my therapy and expression of love for the coolest dog ever.

For the past couple of months, I’ve been working with the cool kids at SoulBounce – a popular online music & culture magazine. This relationship has afforded me to contribute to a myriad of projects. One in particular was the Men Love Mary: A Tribute to My Life mixtape that was released as a free digital download on 2 December. The project features eleven (11) of today’s progressive, male soul…

At the end of the day, it was the women who challenged me, called me on my BS and expected me to show just as much (if not more) initiative – that made the biggest impression on my life.

From childhood heroes to legends in the making, these artists maintained a constant flow of funk, jazz, soul, dance and inspiration throughout two days and nights in the sweltering Houston heat.

Love has a body and soul just as we do. The BODY of love is the “feeling” that makes us soar in the clouds or wallow in the mire. It’s euphoric, depressing, unstable, sporadic, invigorating and draining. Like most minerals, love is essential to our proper function but can be toxic if too much is ingested (re: self love). The SOUL of love is the “decision” that transcends circumstance. It’s…

Growing up an only child, it’s often assumed that I was spoiled. I enjoyed some luxurious by default (because there was just me), but I was taught the value of work and that no one’s money spends as well as your own. What I remember most is opening presents on Christmas Day – my parents bought me all the latest board games: Monopoly, Sorry, Life, Trivial Pursuit, etc. As early…

Fave is the imprint where I explore several avenues which pave my passions. Twitter has been an avenue leading to so many opportunities from promoting my podcast to meeting new people around the globe and across town. I’ve been reading blogs (i.e., this one and that one) on how to use Twitter to further enhance my imprint while releasing positive energy into the world. Having been in radio for years,…

Women are known for underlying currents of meaning in their rhetoric. Men are more traditionally more direct; however, we do have underlying meanings as well. Our “language” is much easier to decipher.

Gentlemen, I’m not about to break the “man code” and spill out our secrets. I’m just attempting to balance the spectrum of knowledge. I doubt anything I write will be a major breakthrough in male-female interpersonal communication, but it should produce a chuckle or two:

I love music. It’s safe to say that it loves me. There may be an overabundance of mediocrity out there, but the pulse of true artistry still thumps. In a world of manufactured melodies, diluted for radio consumption, my universe is filled with incredible gospel, soul, fonk, hip hop, electronica, breakbeat, dubsets and riddims. The life force of creative musicianship shines bright – often blinding my iTunes library. I love…

I don’t want to work out But I really don’t want to be obese I don’t want to shine my shoes But I really don’t want to wear busted-looking kicks I don’t want to sweep the floor But I really don’t want to walk barefoot on a dirty one I don’t want to wash my hands 7-10 times a day But I really don’t want to pick up or pass…

My wife wrote a note on FB discussing her plight to transfer her exemplary organizational skills from her professional life to her personal world. Without going into the details of her prose, I responded on FB in hopes she would see my point of view on the subject. My words seemed to spark a flame in my fellow tech/geek/music lover in the ATL and all I can say is that…

The sun is burning my back
Kicking and scratching to keep from setting
It knows the way darkness makes me feel

This is my personal declaration of Thickum Thursday – a moment in time dedicated to acknowledging and appreciating the thickness in our universe.

Derived from the Urban Dictionary:

1 thickum (THIK-um) n. [women] who are a little bigger. . .in a good way.

Since I wrote a blog post? Between Twitter, the Friday Favecast and Podcamp Houston, I have neglected the site that started it all. . .this one. Despite being busy, I am in the process of retooling my online presence and sub-alter egos (I’ll explain later) with blogging as an important component of that redesign. As my life propels into a direction of copious opportunities and challenges, I won’t wait another…

I have lived during six presidential administrations and never in my history has a presidency felt so connected to the people as the pending presidency of Barack Obama. Not because he is black, but moreso because he addressed human issues, economic trials, foreign policy and community involvement throughout his campaign. His focus was on the character of men and women, which resounded most for me. As a black man, I…

I need clothing, food and shelter. I don’t need Sean John denim, Cheesecake Factory entrees or a condo in the Mosaic. I need water that falls somewhere between 3rd world, polluted river nectar and double-filtered, reverse osmosis, mountain caressed liter bottles. It’s a thin line between love and hate and I believe there’s a thinner line between needs and wants. My misstep pivoted on the illusion that I would be…

I’ve seen this exercise floating around the web amongst my friends and thought I’d give it a shot. Upon completion, it was an introspective experience that helped me take a real look at myself while preparing for the future. And it was fun, too… Here are sixteen random things about me: 1 I am an only child. I lived alone in college. When I pledged, I crossed by myself. I…

Because our society blankets the spiritual essence of this season with gluttonous consumerism. Because the memories of the past are filled with more joy than the reality of the present. Because those who look like me won’t see me. Because those whom I look like stopped seeing me. Because being submerged in an ocean of thoughts means you can’t feel the wetness for the water. To feel everything is to…

The last installment. Happy Monday… Why do men lie so much? There’s a theory that, if we practice (the art of lying) long enough, we’ll be just as good as women *lol* Just kidding…(hint hint). Seriously, I do not feel lying is gender-specific. I do believe that – when you think of lying – the male species is more associated with the act. This is not because we’re good at…

And another one: Why do men fight and make noises when fighting? When ANYONE fights, the noises make it more dramatic (e.g., what’s a good cat fight without a few screams?). In the case of men, the grunts and growls seem to muster up additional strength when you connect fist to jaw. I don’t condone violence in the offensive sense, but I am a firm believer in defending yourself. The…

13 september 2008 – 3:16am “That’s the wheel barrell!” she blurted. The loud bamming noise shook through our home like a bass drum during a college football halftime show. The vibrations seemed to slamdance with the howls of 90mph winds and tortured trees. I placed the wheel barrell outside – in the back corner of the house – but now it banged as if it was attempting to come through the…

It’s no secret that the Friday Favecast did not win the Black Weblog Award for Best Podcast this year. I was initially disappointed that my podcast was overlooked, but I did make it to the finals…which is cool. But let’s be real.

Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time on my high school’s alumni social network. 80% of alumni on the network were in high school @ some point while I was there (1989-1993) and a third of that percentage consists of my graduating class. There has been a lot of old, positive memories revisited – mostly about coming of age in the late 80s / early 90s. Some interesting forums…