not making excuses, slow grind, soon turn to fast wine


yeah the book could have been done, and should have been finished by now
but just two days ago, a piece of my past resurfaced right in time for the rewrite i was doing on a particular chapter

i don’t believe in coincidences

so yeah, it’s taking me a while, but at least i haven’t stopped writing

“slow down if you must, but just don’t stop” – someone said that right?

i said this:

“crafting the everlasting, not a throw away
want you to read her and say i kilt her
not tear off the corners for your filters”

Class, class, class,


check out

R.I.P. we shall carry on your legacy

…but of course, you are African.

Peace. Salaam alaykum.

Hello interwebz,

I haven’t forgotten you. China was a blur, and I couldn’t break down the great firewall to keep you up to date on my travels.

See my FB page for pics if you’d like.

Egypt has no such walls in place and in fact, from what I have heard, is moving gradually toward becoming a liberal and maybe someday democratic society. Hamdulillah.

Found a cool bookstore today full of English literature (even comic books!) just around the corner from my apartment in Maadi, Cairo.

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After roaming around and stacking up a comic book design guide, several postcards, stamps, a box of pencils and pencil sharpener on a table, I tried to pay for it all in Canadian money since the banks were closed today and I could not exchange currency.

She took payment in USD and offered me some refreshments. I chose a good looking (and soon to be discovered good-tasting) carrot cake and a bottle of Perrier.

When she brought over my change, she asked “So you’re Canadian?”

“I am, yes.” I replied in my habitual yoda style grammar.

“I see, but of course, you are African.”

I smiled and said, “Yes. A long time ago.”

“That’s good,” she continued, “we have that in common. We are family.”

I was utterly astounded by her pronouncements and fell into silent awe as she handed me my change and wished that I enjoy the cake.

Until that moment I had felt like an alien in this city. The store owner reminded me that I am amongst my family, no matter how far removed I have become. Her acknowledging our kinship felt so good. To her I was just a brother from another mother.

It feels good to be home.

Below is a video I found on the 2dopeboyz blog from Narcicyst.

Check it out and keep it classy.
Ma is salaama.


Wow that actually worked!

Greetings from the far East!

I’m out here in that coke white, that China, China. Thought I’d see if this new proxy I’m using would let me get onto wordpress. And it does. I already wrote this “wow it actually worked post” and it got lost because, well as it turns out the proxy won’t work all the time. I hate that, because I really killed that lost post. And this time around you’re only gonna get a half-assed rehash cuz i’m not planning on sitting here all damn day trying to write to all of you (crickets).

So here it is: Update…

1. Still writing (3 Books in the works, 1 TV show w/several scripts, raps rhymes and random thoughts)
2. Still balling
3. Taking Kung Fu classes (Wing Chun to be precise) see Ip Man and Ip Man 2 for details on the exact style

4. I speak a little Chinese, but it is a very difficult language and I only know enough to survive at this point
5. I miss you all and will be back for a while in July
6. Looking for a job in the UAE next
7. Peace and Prosperity

8. Stay Classy Internet,

(year of the) Black Tyger

Creative Team

Key word: create.

It’s what we artists do.

I recently reminded myself of this and started doodling in my sketchbook again.

Two years ago I purchased a book entitled “How to Self-Publish Comics…Not Just Create Them” by Josh Blaylock.

I copied the set up the room in this pic

I copied the set up the room in this pic

(I also own “How to Write a Selling Screenplay” by Christopher Keane and “How to Write and Sell Your First Novel”)

HTSPCNJCT is a small book, only 127 pages in length, and an easy read.

The chapters were named in a straightforward way:

1)Building the infrastructure

2)Building Your Creative Team

3)Marketing and Promotion

4) Hitting the Pavement

Two years later and the comic book material is temporary shelved for a novel I am still re-working to this day.

Another one of my projects is an idea for a TV show, which my partner and I are meeting twice a week to discuss.

My acting coach Walter Alza (I say that knowing that I haven’t been back to class since 2008) once asked the beginner class I was in “Why do you want to be an actor?” A black girl with large breasteses answered “I want to be famous.”

As lame as I thought that sounded at the time, I had to appreciate her honesty.  Fame is such a vain pursuit though.

I answered the question with a story about how I wanted to give black actors more jobs.  If I could go back I would answer “I want express my self-proclaimed coolness.”

Ok, the POINT!

I see Judd Apotow and his gang and I think me and my boys could do better.  And by better I don’t just mean we can put a BET spin on things.

So I’m looking to align with people who are about that but from my hood.

Calling all Writers, let’s collab! Get Fab!

All artists, let’s create! Why waig? Move weight*

Separate we’re all good, but together we can be great.

Don’t let that Kanye line come into your head right now…”I might bounce ideas, but I don’t need writers, only I could come up with some shit like this”.

fuck that

I’m looking to assemble a team, we’ll call ourselves THE X-MEN…lol  j/k

I’m not looking to lead this group, I’m looking to set up roundtable discussions…we’ll call ourselved THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE…sorry

Writers, Actors, Artists, Musicians…producing together, creating art together…

I think it can be done.

Do you?

I have a few people in mind already…

*shows, plays, tv&film, parties?

Stay classy like Fred Glassy,

Black Ty

p.s. I need to go back to class.

Full Time Writer?

so tasty, where can i get a box?

so tasty, where can i get a box?

I got a fortune out of a cookie last weekend…what are the odds?

It read: “Your sly nature will get you out of a tight spot.”

Instantly, I knew of the tight spot I was in:  struggling and if not for family would-be starving artist.

I knew I was sly.  Heck I’ve always known that.  My father was nicknamed Fox growing up.  If you know me, or have seen me in action at a Black Ty Affair, you might call me Fox 2.0

(ir)Regardless of my at least self-acknowledged sly-foxiness, I did not know exactly how I would apply that cunning, wily nature to my current situation.

Still, the fortune in hand, I felt the will to power-up and out of my hole swell inside my heart; renewing a vigor I thought forever lost to me.

Right on cue, I’m set up with a exclusive meeting with poet, storyteller, writer, and educator (as her card clearly states ;-)) Michelle Muir.

My boy Steele – who hooked up the meeting – had told me Michelle was like the Oracle – which as he made a point to notice, made him Morpheus, and me Neo – but even with his warning, I was not prepared for the overwhelming abode of the proven wordsmith.

Books, CDs, Vinyl and Posters both current and vintage lined the walls, accompanied by masks and other sculptures indicative of that righteous Afrocentric Nature that I had always identified with.

A few social appetizers and drinks later, I had failed miserably (in my eyes) to explain what my book was about and come off as anything more than a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a stan.  But I’m fairly hard on myself.

Michelle brightened things up with readings from two of her poems, both of which astounded me for their lyrical flow and force.  What a voice, I thought.

I remembered her saying earlier that she hosted a radio show, and now I had my proof.

I was taken aback by the whole night; even wondering to myself at the time just what my state of consciousness was, asleep or awake?

I did not sit back, mumble and jumble my words, while staring wide-eyed with mouth agape the whole night however, I did manage to take some useful notes from The Oracle’s advice on how to make it as a writer.

She did say the road is long, and that patience and persistence were vital to the journey.  “Don’t quit your day job.”  or in my case, “get a day job.” lol and make it one that you can love, even if just a little.

I am following up on her advice now, and already I am seeing ways that the sly-fox can maneuver so that he can live as he wants to live; as a full time writer.

The saga continues…

Tuck in your shirt and stay classy Internet,

Black Ty

special shouts and large ups go to my BFF YK, and Steele’s Mom and Sis, Kris and Steph…much love

Merry Christmas Charlie Brown.

A comment on one of my posts reminded me of how much I loved all the Christmas specials that come on TV around this – the most wonderful – time of year.

A Christmas Story is hands down my favorite. Here’s a short clip of one of the many classic scenes:

And since we’re on the subject of X-mas, here’s what I want/have already received as early gifts both from others and from myself 🙂

1. Yoga Mat : I tried yoga for the first time this past weekend…all I can say is wow…not as easy as I thought


My Yoga Mat...and the calibur women it will soon attract 😛

2. New Blazers: My favorite model of Nike shoe, I just copped these last week.



3. Some Good Books: So I can see how mine compares to what’s considered ‘good’. Here’s what’s on’s my’s holiday’s wish list’s:

The Gone-Away World by Nick Harkaway

The Gone-Away World by Nick Harkaway

INDIGNATION by Philip Roth tha Bawwwwwssssss

INDIGNATION by Philip Roth tha Bawwwwwssssss

4. Video Games for XBOX360:

Spider-Man Web of Shadows

Spider-Man Web of Shadows




That’s not asking for too much is it?

I’d also like the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

NOW I might be asking for too much…

Seasons Greetings Internet,

Try to Stay Classy over the Holidays, know when that next rhum infused slice of black cake or egg nog is too much

Tuck in your christmas sweaters!

Black Ty

B! from V magazine

B! from V magazine

PSA 2 : What’s the Difference between us?

Before you go and take this post too seriously, listen to the intro on disc 2 of the Wu-Tang Clan’s FOREVER album…enjoy

Yo one two, one two,

yo, live in effect,

You got the King Ruler Vigor-I-Allah, commonly known to y’all as the Rigga.

Now before I go on to a new post, of TBTaffairs

I’m sayin, I wanna give y’all a little announcement, man

For the last year, there has been a lot of literature coming out that’s been weak, gnahmsayin?

A lotta niggaz try to take writing and make that shit B&B: bloggin’ bullshit! gnahmsaying?

Or make that shit funk, FUCK DAT! This is writing right here.

This is RIGHTing right here.

This is Rock and Roll right here.

Black Ty gonna bring it to you in the purest form.

I got Chew on my side, the mastermind
Mars the God,
Sio the silent assassin
The 21st Global Royal Fam
Funk Doctor Proctor
The Spades Club: Foley, M-dolla, Dre and Diez
my nigga Luca and the whole uni squadron

Yo, we wanna let y’all niggaz know something man
All my people around the world, Trinidad, Jamaica, all of the West Indies, Canada, America, Africa, Europe,
Japan, Asia, Russia, Special should to Paris Louise (mon dieu!)  and Rotterdam Amanda (d@!)

yo! These are true words written here. In the purest form.
This ain’t no B&B with a wack writer taking the loot*

I’m writing this shit thinking its gonna be a reflection of the culture, gnahmsayin

all that player bullshit!

all that player, dressing up, acting like this is some kind of fashion show, man, gnahmsayin

This is Hip Hop right here, gnahmsayin. This is lyrics. writing

eh, yo, to y’all niggaz thinkin you gonna become a writer over night? gnahmsayin
You better snap out that fuckin dream man, it takes years for this

you cat in the hat ass writers, you doctor seuss, mother goose…simple minded

 stop running up on niggaz with all that wack shit!

word up man

talking bout you’re a writer

you ain’t no writer. niggaz ain’t made for this, gnahmsayin. this here was only built for cuban linx. 21st told y’all niggaz back then, now everybody and their mother wanna write, gnahmsayin

We come out with a style, everybody wanna imitate our style

To my fellow bloggers, writers, poets, rappers, you are my peers, I salute you, and it’all good to show love to a nigga…

But stop biting my shit! gnahmsayin

Come from your own heart with this shit

And y’all Mr. Me Too’s stop biting my niggaz.  I know we’re the flyest gangtaz, but fall back, gnahmsayin? I’m sayin

I told y’all niggaz on the fuckin PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT post to stop biting my shit

y’all niggaz keep biting, gnahmsayin

hey let me tell y’all niggaz somethin, man

it’s Time for a World Revolution right here,

So to all my brothers and sisters across the world.

raise the mutha fucking fist in the air

and get ready for the triumph

cuz the God is here to take over this shit

They comment on your legs, and they comment on MY mind. It’s a Recession, err body broke. So I just came back, to give err body hope.

Word ^

That’s all for now, I have to work on  my book, so…
Tuck in your shirt,




The Black Ty Affairs will feature an interactive look at my life.

Pictures and eventually video of my life in my room (rated pg!) is what I hope to use to make my blog cool.

Still haven’t finished that collage image for the page header. I’m thinking that it will change pretty often – kinda like me.

Here are some images of my room/command center/creative space.

Let The Sunshine In

Let The Sunshine In

My room is my sanctuary away from the pretense. It is backstage to Stage one for me.

Inside is a personal place of zen and peace.

It is also very simple.

Friends have even remarked: “Ty, your room looks like it is used for IKEA photoshoots”.

But that is just one side of the room.

Where I work is busy, messy, and overflowing with papers, dvds, video games, and books galore.

Watchmen and a French Graphic Novel I picked up in Marseille are my favs

Watchmen and a French Graphic Novel I picked up in Marseille are my favs

A lot of people put fiction down, saying it’s a waste of time. I remember something I read in university that helped me justify my love for reading and writing fiction. I’ll try to find the quote now…

I couldn’t find the exact quote I wanted, but I found an essay I wrote back in 2004 while I was still in school.

I liked the essay so much that I’m going to post the entire thing here. I was writing my ass off back then.

In bold you will find the relevant passage to the point I was making about the value of fiction.

I think I might make a category for all my old essays…yeah, i’ll do that

EN 296

N. Leach

Friday, December 03, 2004

Be a Man

The representations of the private sphere and public life in Caleb Williams are seen quite distinctly in the portrayals of Mr. Barnabas Tyrell and Mr. Ferdinando Falkland. The novel suggests that these two men – along with the modes of life they each represent – are related through a false sense of pride. Rhetorically speaking, William Godwin is trying to show how a man should and should not act. To accomplish this, he creates two characters, cut from the same wealthy aristocratic cloth but sewn together with completely opposite moral fibers. Tyrell and Falkland are the antithesis of each other, and fittingly, are portrayed as extreme opposites. One is described as being “boisterous, rugged, and unfeeling” (Godwin 94), and the other is described as displaying “humanity, delicacy, firmness, and justice” (Godwin 105). In the first volume of this novel, Godwin has essentially created an arena for evil and good to do battle.

Apart from the rhetoric of model living, exists a deeper motive in Godwin’s writing that is driven by a thirst for knowledge of history he says is found in any “rational being” (Godwin 453). A being that, in its search for personal purpose, looks to the people of the past whom they can only assume have journeyed along the lines of a similar quest. But in their history books all these beings can find are passionately vague and impersonal representations of so called great men and women. Godwin strongly objected to this in “Of History and Romance”. In her “Introductory Discourse” to the Plays on the Passions, Joanna Baillie echoes Godwin’s sentiments which argue for the importance of depicting the private passions of individuals as opposed to the official, public representations given to historical figures. Despite their efforts, most history books remain written with an icy quill capable of showing history only as it is concerns economic and social conditions of the time. The censors of said material are seen by Godwin thusly:

They disdain the records of individuals. To interest our passions, or employ our thoughts about personal events, be they of patriots, of authors, of heroes or kings, they regard as a symptom of effeminacy. Their mighty minds cannot descend to be busied about anything less than the condition of nations, and the collation and comparison of successive ages. Whatever would disturb by exiting our feelings the torpid tranquility of the soul, they have in unspeakable abhorrence. (Godwin 454)

He holds these censors in such an unfavorable light because he feels they are doing an injustice to humanity by prohibiting them from being moved by history in a way that could possibly spark inspiration so divine that it could only benefit humanity as a whole. Godwin lobbied for historical figures to be portrayed more like fictional heroes were portrayed because – allegorically speaking – more kids want to be Superman or Batman than Malcolm X or Barack Obama. But these were truly trivial pursuits in society’s eye, whose gaze still distinctly discerns the difference between history and romance. Included in the connotations brought to mind when one thinks of romance are those immediately related to the feminine. This relation stems from fact that romance novels gained their literary prowess through the hands of women readers. But examining this fact, we see that our programmed disdain for the romance novel and all things thusly related is no more than misogynistic residue not fully washed from our society-programmed minds. Residue that causes men to look with condescension upon all things women are engrossed with; including their embrace of the passions. This misogynistic view followed this logic: women are emotional beings; displaying your emotions and emotions themselves are a sign of weakness; women are weak; therefore, to be strong, a man must do the opposite of woman. To the powers that be, the censors, romance can have no substantial value to the progress of humanity, in any facet, because, viewed as a whole, it is a pointless, artificial, mere form of entertainment. To determine which hero is liked more – the public man or the private man – Godwin creates Tyrell and Falkland, who share the values of the censors and of himself and Joanna Baillie, respectively. Through specific reference to Godwin’s article “Of History and Romance” and his novel Caleb Williams, along with citations from Joanna Baillie’s “Introductory Discourse”, this essay aims to prove that portraying historic heroes as men as passionate moral individuals rather than exclusively men of renowned fame or influence is a way of ensnaring the undivided attention of the reader and therefore facilitating the communication of rhetoric.

I decided to only post the first few paragraphs, for the rest of that essay, and others I wrote while in university, please see the Essays written for The Man catergory of my blog.

Back to my room.

More Colonial Fiction, and NLP. I swear I never read that Harry Potter book.

More Colonial Fiction, and NLP. I swear I never read that Harry Potter book.

John Milton’s Paradise Lost is peaking through on top along with my 30GB iPOD video.

Eight great comedies features some Oscar Wilde and Shakespeare greats. The Cantebury Tales is a classic. I loved medieval literature in school. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, and The Once and Future King had a huge influence on me.

The Bible in English and Spanish, and some plays...

The Bible in English and Spanish, and some plays...

On top Kanye’s book with J. Sakiya Sandifer Thank You and You’re Welcome is peaking through. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead is a classic comedy. The medieval lit I mentioned above is seen here. I haven’t finished The Odessey yet. The Classic Slave Narratives is a must read, especially Frederick Douglas’ Narrative. A Cosby show box set is also peaking through.

Batman and Wolverine.

Batman and Wolverine.

In front of that speaker, is a sweet Tamrind Pod (it’s a trini ting, i guess). Pocket knife, Stussy skull ring, chapstick, little buddha all in that leather desk square thing (there is a name for that that is escaping me) Guinness coaster along with that paper weight they give you from the Guinness brewery in Dublin. Boba Fett/Storm Trooper rubix cube, Bee-Otch air freshener that you’ve seen hanging from the rear view mirror of BumbleBee in the Transformers movie. Ocean’s Eleven: I love the style in that movie, everyone is swagger like puff, swagga swagga like puff. Wireless Modem.

Sitting Sideways always in a Daze...

Sitting Sideways always in a Daze...

Moments…In The Matrix Reloaded when Trinity thinks Neo is lost forever, then they re-unite in the train station…wait that was Revolutions…whatever.

Office Space: I’m doing the drywall down at the new McDonald’s

Chocolat: the taste of love

Sideways: the whole movie had me ROFLMAO, and I love wine

Hidden Agenda: intense movie with good actors, borrowed and returned (not really a must see)

The Fog is Lifting is an educational DVD about the peaceful (real) side of Islam. Someone handed it to me on the street in front of Eaton Centre (!)

Road to Perdition: based on a comic…Tom Hanks is brilliant in this MUST SEE

Manhunter…meh…couldn’t get through it, but i hear it’s good

Sunset Blvd. Classic! I love old movies and this is creepy and entertaining. peep it!

Complex, GQ, Vanity Fair, Men's Health

Complex, GQ, Vanity Fair, Men

Shortcomings is great Graphic Novel. Confessions of an Alcoholic, i think its called, is also a good read. I got the Japan book when I was in Manchester, plotting an escape to the far east…that still hasn’t happened.

Another Little Buddha, one guarding the window, the other the door. Meditation Balls (pause) Insence.

Another Little Buddha, one guarding the window, the other the door. Meditation Balls (pause) Insence.and a postachio i couldn't open...Far Left Window.A little toy boat I bought in Panama. A black and white stone a la The Alchemist.

Far left window, other side.
Shaolin Shadow-Boxing, and the Wu-Tang Sword Style...

Shaolin Shadow-Boxing, and the Wu-Tang Sword Style...I recently bought a DVD copy of the 36 Chambers of Shaolin. I saw it a bunch of times when I was young, cuz my older brother was heavy into kung-fu flicks, and it was great to see it again, and add it to my collection. HYAH! Right side risked your life to protect the cube?Middle window. I haven't learned how to solve this yet. My brother is a master at it now. There is a cool video on youtube showing you all the steps, day Rubik's, one day.The Big Doe Rehab and 8-Diagrams posters, and my vision board.

The Vision board is lacking right now, I had stripped it down and have been revising my vision. Dope calendar on the left. Hanging up behind the door is the bag full of illegal narcotics (lol) and my Tommy Hilfiger denim shirt- which i love lounging in, especially on the beach. Adriana Lima, Monaco post cards, and a sushi menu on the board now…and i think my Kanye ticket stub from the Glow in the Dark tour. Peaking throught at the bottom is my wooden sword (ask) and a guitar that i don’t know how to play.
My cord management has since improved, I swear.

My cord management has since improved, I swear.

Super Nintendo! TV, Laptop, Xbox360 has since moved up to the desk. You can see the difference between the sides of my room. Busy on one side, tranquil on the other. Duality…Dual I Ty…
Freakonomics and Culture Jam were eye-openers. James Joyce is a poet!

Freakonomics and Culture Jam were eye-openers. James Joyce is a poet!

If you’re into classic gothic horror, read The Monk.

I’ve read 90% of the books in my possession. Here, The English Passengers and Green Grass Running Water, are unread books from a Colonial Fiction course I took. I think I never read them because the professor was a bitch. She read from a book one day and must have said ‘nigger’ fifteen times. Meanwhile there are only two black people in the class, me and this girl (Darlene I miss you). I reamed her ass after the class emptied out and she issued an official apology the next class. What a cunt…

Moving along…

Some of the pics didn’t go where I wanted them to, so here is the gallery of them all, I’m still trying to perfect my use of this site. Bear (grrrr) with me. lol


I always say that “we are all the same because we are all different”.

I don’t think I stole that from anyone.

Who knows?

We are not just one thing, but a plethora of many things. I am currently constructing a collage-type image in photoshop that I think embodies some of the major parts of myself – or at least brings to mind things that I identify with.

My photoshoppin’ game ain’t all that, but my vision of what this image can be amazes and exites me – really though, I got a semi right now.

I started this blog today, after a bitter-sweet trip to New York. Let’s see how long it takes me to make this image – which, by the way, I will be using as my page header.

Rough sketches begin at 9pm EST during Heroes.

Tuck in your shirt, and stay classy Internet,

Yours Cooly,

Black Ty.

you sure you wanna go down there Ty?

you sure you wanna go down there Ty?