Growing up in New Jersey, Bruce Springsteen was so important to me, because listening to him you didn’t feel like a loser. You felt like a character in an epic poem about losers. — Jon Stewart, talking to the crowd before tonight’s taping.

T-Paining Too Much: The Meme-ification of Charles Ramsey

So many big questions to ask about Cleveland, so much to grapple with. So much that is unthinkable but needs so direly to be thought about. I feel like it’ll be a while before I can say anything intelligent about it. But in the meantime here are some thoughts about the side questions around the Charles Ramsey phenomenon.

Love watching these young finalists from the August Wilson Monologue Competition. These kids are going in.

I want this LL back.

One American critic was so angry she chased me to the exit to inform me, ‘This film is a call to racial violence!’ I thought not. I thought it was a call to empathy, which of all human qualities is the one this past century seemed most to need. Roger Ebert on Do The Right Thing.
“I don’t think that the answer to all our problems is gonna be one book. But I do think the answers to all our problems are gonna be found in the creative.
Because the creative…when we create, we’re basically sending a little map, and sending it forward into the future. 95% of the maps disappear, vanish, get destroyed. But some of them are gonna make it through. Some of them are gonna make it through. And it’s remarkable what they might do.It’s remarkable who they might affect, who they might help.
I mean look, we’re humans, man. We’ve got a long history of screwing everything up, and of victimizing each other. But we also have a long history of continuity, of resistance, and of creative survival. And that’s always been helped tremendously by our art, by our songs, by the cultural stuff that we pass on from the past into the future. 
And that’s not a bad thing to be a part of. In a world of many vocations, this seems like…not a bad one.”
-Junot Diaz

“I don’t think that the answer to all our problems is gonna be one book. But I do think the answers to all our problems are gonna be found in the creative.

Because the creative…when we create, we’re basically sending a little map, and sending it forward into the future. 95% of the maps disappear, vanish, get destroyed. But some of them are gonna make it through. Some of them are gonna make it through. And it’s remarkable what they might do.It’s remarkable who they might affect, who they might help.

I mean look, we’re humans, man. We’ve got a long history of screwing everything up, and of victimizing each other. But we also have a long history of continuity, of resistance, and of creative survival. And that’s always been helped tremendously by our art, by our songs, by the cultural stuff that we pass on from the past into the future. 

And that’s not a bad thing to be a part of. In a world of many vocations, this seems like…not a bad one.”

-Junot Diaz

Haters Don’t Die, They Multiply

On being creative, and how those voices get inside your head and stop you from shining.

nativescience:

babylonfalling:

17-year-old Rashida Jones writes a letter to The Source (November 1993) in defense of her dad Quincy after Tupac dissed him for marrying a white woman in an interview with Kim Green that ran in the August issue. G shit.

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Also check the postscript from Quincy here: 
Your daughter Kidada was engaged to Tupac Shakur when he was killed. How does a father react to a potential son-in-law with such a dangerous reputation?
I wasn’t happy at first. He’d attacked me for having all these white wives. And my daughter Rashida, who was at Harvard, wrote a letter to The Source taking him apart. I remember one night I was dropping Rashida at Jerry’s delicatessen, and Tupac was talking to Kidada because he was falling in love with her then. Like an idiot, I went over to him, put two arms on his shoulders and said, “Pac, we gotta sit down and talk, man.” If he had had a gun, I would’ve been done. But we talked. He apologized. We became very close after that. Once, I was having a date at the Hotel Bel-Air, and he came by and told the waiter that he would be back, he was going home to put on a tie. 
A tie? You’re destroying his thug legacy. Ask my daughter! She was there!

nativescience:

babylonfalling:

17-year-old Rashida Jones writes a letter to The Source (November 1993) in defense of her dad Quincy after Tupac dissed him for marrying a white woman in an interview with Kim Green that ran in the August issue. G shit.

Posted. No comment

Also check the postscript from Quincy here:

Your daughter Kidada was engaged to Tupac Shakur when he was killed. How does a father react to a potential son-in-law with such a dangerous reputation?

I wasn’t happy at first. He’d attacked me for having all these white wives. And my daughter Rashida, who was at Harvard, wrote a letter to The Source taking him apart. I remember one night I was dropping Rashida at Jerry’s delicatessen, and Tupac was talking to Kidada because he was falling in love with her then. Like an idiot, I went over to him, put two arms on his shoulders and said, “Pac, we gotta sit down and talk, man.” If he had had a gun, I would’ve been done. But we talked. He apologized. We became very close after that. Once, I was having a date at the Hotel Bel-Air, and he came by and told the waiter that he would be back, he was going home to put on a tie.

A tie? You’re destroying his thug legacy.
Ask my daughter! She was there!

artgonegonzo:

Last week, I witnessed an art event I thought would possibly never occur: the Museum of Modern Art made a serious step forward in recognizing the cultural importance of graffiti writing and hip hop at their fascinating panel discussion, “Writers and Writers: Narrative on the Page and in the Street.

Read more of my coverage of this groundbreaking panel in my article The Vandals Are No Longer Too Hot To Handle at MoMA on Hyperallergic: http://hyperallergic.com/63498/the-vandals-are-no-longer-too-hot-to-handle-at-moma/

Was honored to take part in this convo at MoMA, hope it’s the first of many! (But the last one that’s all-dude)