the number 23

I suppose if you continue to look for something you will indeed find it.

You will find signs in whatever subject or object you can in order to reinforce an image you have in your mind.  You will create false prophecy around this thing you want so bad, until you either take what you want, let what society thinks deter you from pursuing it, or go insane from either rejection or inaction.

Obsession can contain passion.  And passion feels so right when you feel its ecstasy fully enrapture your being.  And even though society, your own concept of right and wrong, and even close friends and confidants all tell you what you already know to be the truth, you still ask yourself: how can something that feels so right, be so wrong.

The only conclusion I can come up with is that all our passion, our instincts, our feelings, are not all springing forth from righteous wells.  And it is upon us to make the necessary distinctions in order to save our souls from being blemished.

I find myself resenting my creator on occasion, for all the trials he puts us through.  Is it his fault that I want these things? Or should I take responsibility for what has molded me, even from my early years, and try…no there is no try…and do the right thing and find a way to put a positive spin on everything?

Surely the latter is the right thing to do.  But I just find myself trying instead, setting myself up for possible failure, because the idea of this failure, would be a victory for part of myself.

I against I.

There can only be one.

Black Ty, on the south side of the Island of Trinidad

on the wrong side of love

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.

Need a laugh?

Wanna have a laugh?

check out these two comedies

I swear by them

it is waaaaay better than i looks!

it is waaaaay better than it looks!

clip below. I’ve always been a Stifler fan.

better than the original?

better than the original?

Clip below

I am a huge Hamlet 1 fan, and would not say this is better, its just good old comedy fun.

Yes, it is Elisabeth Shue!

Keep Smiling, Stay Classy, and tuck in that blasted shirt!

Black Ty

SPECIAL SHOUT TO ELISABETH SHUE!

BACK TO THE FUTURE II

Michael J. Fox, Elisabeth Shue, Christopher Lloyd as Doc

MCFLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

awww heck CLIP BELOW….will they have these shoes in 6 years?

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

Bat for Lashes – Daniel

in tradition of just posting videos…

why does the look of mascara running down here cheeks turn me on?

Oh! That was original!?????

Why do things we hear too often piss us off?

For example, a song that sounds like shit the first time you hear it, then grows on you, then is played out, annoys the hell out of you whenever you hear it from then on because you can hardly believe you liked a song that so popular in the mainstream.  Lil Wayne? Lollipop, nah son, NAH! I don’t fuck with that Lollipop shit. <—-Lies

Another example of being pissed off from hearing the same shit over and over.

My name is Tyrone.

People think – thanks Erykah Badu – that it is clever to sing that song to me.  White people – I love you – especially like to break out into “you betta caaaaaallll Tyyroooooooooone”. Maybe they are hoping for a homeboy handshake/hug or a dap/pound or a head nod to their not at all obscure or clever reference. Ah! fuckouttahere!

Another example, I’m tall – at least by your midget ass standards.

Why because (great form Black) I’m tall I have to play basketball?

“How tall are you?” they ask

6’4″ I reply

“Wow you should be playing basketball…” They say.

….like the rest of your people do.

Sssshhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

I love basketball, and did play competitively for quite a while – up to university level – and I was pretty good. But an educated, somewhat good-looking, tall, ambitious, young black man is capable of more than just one thing.
Let Kobe do that thing, I have something else in mind. With less running involved. 🙂
You know that first thought you have when you see me? When your brain registers: big black guy. Throw that thought out the window. And approach me on some real shit.  Ask me what my favorite literary period was. Or what I thought of Zack and Miri make a porno. Just come correct. Shit is tiring, dealing with the same conversation over and over, trying MY best to keep it fresh.
“I’m not tall, you’re just short.”  or  I’ll sing back “You need to stop singing that soooooonnng” or just blankly stare at your starving-for-a-laugh-face until you realize you are not hilary – no clinton.
I suppose my real beef, under a microscope, is with pop culture, and how it turns people into zombies. WAKE UP!!!!!!!!! ijuswannaslapuindeefacesometimes!
Stay Classy Internet,
Come from your own heart with this shit like I said in PSA2,
And by the gracious goddess vishnu, PLEASE!
Tuck in your shirt,
Black Ty.

Question 1 Bros over Hoes/Chicks over Dicks

Ladies and Gentlemen of the eJury.

I pose to you an age old question of whether it is ever ok for a friend to have relations with a friend’s ex. Well is it ok? Ever?

Those of us who follow a less than absolute moral code will instantly say that their are exceptions to the rules of bro’s over hoes, and chicks over dicks.

The exceptions are as follows:

  1. Your friend didn’t date this girl or guy for a long time (one or two night stand)
  2. The relationship between your friend and their ex wasn’t serious (highschool fling, no sex)
  3. Your friend and their ex have been broken up for an extended period of time (This time period is relative, but the longer the better)
  4. I’m running out of excuses
  5. The girl/guy is too hot for you to turn down
  6. Real, and I’m talking genuine feelings, not just lusty-I-wanna-be-on- you-feelings, are shared between you and your friend’s ex
  7. Your friend has given you the ‘all clear’ for landing
  8. It was just a one night stand for you and your friend’s ex, and it will never happen again, and #’s 1, 2, or 3
  9. you’re not really that close of a friend to this guy/girl

Out of all the exceptions listed above (let me know if you can think of any more) the seventh is of paramount importance.

Also, you must use your own discretion and common sense. Your friend, feeling awkward about you even asking to for the all clear, might just say that he or she doesn’t care when in fact they actually do.

As crude as Bros over Hoes over Chicks over Dicks sounds, it references one of the most important bonds any of us can share with another human being: Friendship.

And before you proceed to answer this age old question, you must consider what is more important to you; your friend’s feelings, or your own gratification.

Quite the conundrum, n’est-ce pas?

Until next time,

Tuck in your shirt and please try to stay classy Internet,

Yours Cooly,

Black Ty