Archive for June, 2007

Wha’chu Gon’ Play Now?

Posted in Everwhatever, Playlists on June 23rd, 2007

Bumpy’s Lament - Isaac Hayes
God Is Good - Dixie Hummingbirds
Matrix - Dizzie Gillespie
Licking Ice Cream - Redd Foxx
Bring It Up - James Brown
I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire - The Inkspots
Blessed - The Emotions
Praise Belongs To You - Fred Hammond
Beauty - Dru Hill
Soda & Soap - Masta Ace
Glass Onions - The Beatles
Early In The Morning - The Gap Band
Reset - Outkast
Woman Stealer - Joe Tex
Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers) - Funkadelic
DWYCK - Gang Starr, f. Nice & Smooth
Sound Of The Zeekers - Leaders of the New School

Flag On The Play

Posted in Everwhatever on June 21st, 2007

It never surprises me what people will do when they feel that they’re being shorted on playing time. I mean that literally. I’ve heard of things as nutty as parents trying to fight the coach - at the game! So when I see that a group of student-athletes in Colorado went racial in their attacks on the coach because they felt they were being shorted, I’m not really surprised. What does surprise me, still, is the level of ignorance that is being purported. In a NYT article about the case, the attorney for one of the boys had the following to say:

The intent of the Confederate flag shirts was misunderstood, Mr. Garcia said.

“The boys were not looking at it as a racial symbol,” he said. “They were rebelling against what they perceived to be unfair coaching practices. They didn’t understand that it would be viewed as hurtful or mean-spirited.”

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One more time. It’s 2007. Blackface? Confederate battle flag? People can wear what they want, but I simply don’t believe that there is this whole clutch of people who don’t know that those expressions are offensive. I just don’t believe it.

Now. At the same time, I might argue that the wearing of the confederate flag t-shirt and the pictures with the Nazi salute, while definitely intended to be offensive, were not necessarily racist. In going back to my operating theory that when in an argument, people will generally do whatever they think is most hurtful to the other party, it’s conceivable to me that a teenager who is mad about his playing time might do some type of passive-aggressive nonsense like wearing a shirt he knows will get his coach pissed off without really considering the larger ramifications. In other words, i’m not swallowing the lawyers kool-aid that they didn’t know about the offensiveness of the expressions, but I’m not sure that the target of the offensive actions was chosen because of his race. If the coach had been white, I might argue that the misguided youths would have chosen something else personal to the coach to attack. Because race is easy, they chose that.

Which, of course, should not absolve them of the type of beat-down that Fudge ‘nem handed down in Higher Learning.

Finally!

Posted in Everwhatever on June 21st, 2007

Cheap DSL service and DSL service without a landline phone.

AT&T quietly offers $10 DSL plan

Uhhhh…

Posted in Everwhatever on June 20th, 2007

R*s fans, get your boy. NOW!!

uhhhh…

That is all.

Sneaking

Posted in Everwhatever on June 19th, 2007
Starbury II Low

Since I was in the market for a pair of white-on-white sneakers for the summer, I thought I’d see what the Starburys were talkin about. They’re the Stephon Marbury signature shoes, which are being sold for about $15. Let me say that again - a basketball player is selling his shoes for 15 dollars. Now, I don’t know about the quality level, because I don’t play that much basketball, but for $15, if it came down to it, I could buy 5 pair to compensate for any wear-and-tear issues.

At any rate, they look pretty nice, which is good, but one of my initial observations was gonna be to see how the kids reacted to them. Being perfectly honest, I’m not entirely oblivious to what they think of what I wear, although it usually doesn’t make me a difference one way or another. Either way, they notice every detail. So when I came in with the fresh white-on-whites, they noticed. And they knew the brand. I was waiting for somebody to try to jone on me, but it never happened. So in my observation, Starburys have brand acceptance, if not loyalty. I don’t see a whole lot of people wearing them, part of the reason for that might be that there are no Steve and Barry’s stores that are Metro accessible from DC. Next time I go to Philly, I’ll have to watch more carefully.

Regardless of what other people do, I can see myself buying Starburys on the regular. Not just because they’re cheap, though. Even more of my reasoning has to do with what Stephon Marbury is doing with the money. From the New York Daily News:

Marbury said he is allocating profits from his $14.98 Starbury sneakers and upcoming children’s books to make $1 million donations to the NYPD, fire department, EMT and New York City teachers.

“Being able to help those programs that would allow EMS to hire 2-3 people, if it saves more lives, I’m down for that,” Marbury said. “I felt compelled to do that.”

Marbury has added a new wrinkle to his summer-long basketball tournament, with players required to read three books and write an essay. Marbury, who has two years and $42 million left on his contract, made a $10,000 donation to the Brooklyn Public Library two weeks ago.

But this brings to mind a question: when we talk about athletes who are activists or whatever, why does Marbury’s name fail to come up? I mean, I’m sure there are many athletes who donate their time and money inconspicuously, but when it comes to talk about athletes who are publicly community-minded, the prevailing voice seems to be that there aren’t any. Only there are. Marbury’s a particularly good example. Now, I can think of one, maybe two reasons he might be overlooked.

1. He’s not in the Jim Brown/ Muhammad Ali “speaking truth to power” mold.

Personally, I think this has a lot to do with it. It’s not just that people want athletes to be outspoken, they want the athletes to be their mouthpieces; if a Black athlete took a stance towards the political right, I don’t think there would be a whole lot of “Ooh! He’s standing up for what he believes!!” among some of my friends on the left. They’d be talkin’ about some, “he’s brainwashed” or whatever. With Marbury, it’s even different than that, though. He’s not doing a whole lot of talking. Not with his mouth, at least. He’s talking with his money, which in some ways, speaks a lot louder. But people don’t hear that. At least, by the way we talk, one would think we don’t.

Personally, I think Marbury’s approach is right. It’s 2007. The time for the Moses-type leadership is gone. Except on the basketball court. Which leads us to number two.

2. He hasn’t won anything.

This one can’t be overlooked either. Now granted, I appreciate any athlete who makes a stand, especially one that’s actually tangibly beneficial to the community, but when it comes to getting laurels and accolades from the larger community, the only question to ask is, what has he won? (That’s partially why I was so nonplussed by the whole John Amaechi affair. Dude was marginal at best. Who cares about him? Except for the fact that being gay is a hot-button issue, that’s the type of story that would’ve been handled by a beat writer some time during the middle of the off-season.) When Marbury was in Minnesota with Garnett, it seemed that they had the makings of a dynamic duo. Since he left, KG has been a perennial All-Star, while for Marbury, it’s been up-and-down. The simple truth of the matter is that excellence - I should say excellence, because it’s not just about winning either. Tim Duncan doesn’t get the love he deserves, and if they win again next year, he’ll be at Magic status with 5 titles in 10 years - provides a platform that being good or even very good doesn’t offer. As nice as it is to see him wearing his Starburys in a game, it would make a lot bigger impact if he were to wear them deep into the playoffs - or in the Finals.

Wha’chu Gon’ Play Now?

Posted in Music, Playlists on June 18th, 2007

Shaft In Africa - Johnny Pate
Get Out Of My Life Woman - Grasella Oliphant
Bertha Butt Boogie - Jimmy Castor Bunch
Heart of the City (Ain’t No Love) - Jay-Z
Right On - Clarence Wheeler & The Enforcers
Flash Light - Parliament
The Phat Kat Ride - Masta Ace Inc
I Know It’s You - Donny Hathaway
Wild Child - Tony Toni Tone
Let A Woman Be A Woman - Let A Man Be A Man - Dyke & The Blazers
Honky Tonk - Bill Doggett
Soul Skimmer - Alan Moorehouse
Somebody’s On Your Case - Ann Peebles
You’re The Man - Marvin Gaye
Soda & Soap -Masta Ace
Blow Your Whistle - The Soul Searchers
Variation On A Theme - Blood, Sweat, and Tears

Generation Gapless

Posted in Everwhatever on June 13th, 2007

In all the cultural critique I see and hear, and in all the conversation around education, one thing I keep coming back to is the lack of a generation gap, both chronological and otherwise. I think that the short chronological space is in and of itself not problematic, but it can serve to exacerbate the problem when a mental generation gap is not there. This lack of space plays itself out in several ways, but because I work in a high school, I see the implications acutely from both sides; I see the impact of a shortened generation span on the kids and I see the kids themselves shortening the generation span.

Now I’ll readily concede that the difference in the chronological gap now may not be as wide as I’m imagining. I’m sure that there are solid numbers somewhere out there, but I don’t have time to look them up. But for the sake of argument, let’s say that the average generation span is somewhere around 28 years. Well, my guess is that in the high-poverty areas of the Black community, the span is much shorter than that. Probably in that 19-22 range. And in some areas of particularly highly-concentrated poverty, it’s even lower than that. (And notice that I keep mention poverty as a correlated factor. Poverty is not a causal factor, but it is correlated; being poor doesn’t make people have kids when they’re young, but having kids when they’re young can help keep people from actualizing their full earning potential.) That’s part of a recipie for some hard times. The thing is, in my mind, I can easily see some numbers that don’t really reflect my estimations. If I think back to some of my reading, I know that there have always been teen parents, but in times past, there was a much higher incidence of “shotgun” weddings and/or “aunts” and “uncles” (real or fictive) who stepped in to raise the kids. So in strictly chronological terms, the difference might not be that big. But that’s only talking about a mathematical difference in years, which is only a small part of the issue.

What’s more significant, by miles, is the difference in mental age, or the lack thereof. Now everybody who reads this knows that I love music. A few people, maybe trying to come at me sideways, maybe not, have mentioned that with each new generation, the old folks think the young folks’ music is worthless. Which is true. And it’s an important thing to note, because that’s not the case anymore. I ran this by a friend of mine who’s slightly older than me and he completely co-signed. When he was coming up, his parents weren’t trying to hear Marvin Gaye. His parents were on some Sarah Vaughan and Billy Eckstein. When I was younger, my mother tolerated me listening to Run-D.M.C. and LL and even P.E. and NWA, but was she gonna be listening to that on her time? Nuh-uh. Even if we take out the fact that she listened to 97.3% gospel music in the first place, if she was listening to something secular, it wasn’t gonna be what I was listening to. She was more than likely gonna be listening to some Stevie or George Benson or the Isleys or something like that. Nowadays, it’s not like that. I have mothers and daughters who are both excited about the same acts coming to town. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it’s not all that good. Put it like this: it’s one thing when the child has an appreciation for the parent’s music. It’s something altogether different when the parent is a fan of music that’s targeted towards the child. That’s an indicator that both parent and child are at the same developmental stage in some way. I don’t care what nobody says, when I’m 33, I shouldn’t be identifying with the same things that an 18 year-old identifies with.

Similarly, when you look at some of my kids’ fathers, they dress just like the kids. And I’m not talkin about wearing similar styles, modified. I’m talkin about dudes my age and older, still wearing t-skirts; like, if you saw them all together, you couldn’t tell the difference between the parent and the son. Now see, I know that part of this is a result of the growing informality of American culture in general. And again, I’m not ascribing any type of causal relationship to the outward manifestation. Appreciating the same music and dressing the same are not the causes of the problems we see due to a shortened generation gap, but they do illustrate the fact that for many people, adulthood and adolescence have become virtually indistinguishable. And that’s a big problem.

When there’s no real line of demarcation between adolescence and adulthood, then all that’s left is to take on “adult” actions without assuming the accompanying responsibilities. And I swear that the more I think about this stuff, the more it comes down to the same few essential questions, one of which is how we maintain the proper tension between rights and responsibilities. These days, I think lots of people like to focus on the rights we have to do such-and-such, or the fact that nobody has a right to tell you not to do such-and-such, but without focusing on the element of responsibility, that “right” can get somebody left in a bad situation.

As an example, when the pregnancy prevention guy came into my class, he briefly mentioned abstinence, but then just as quickly brushed it off as something that wasn’t realistic. I’m reading that as, ‘you have the right to have sex.’ I have some beef with that, but okay. Since it’s my class, I can have the final say, and I do, so I emphasize the ‘don’t pull it out until you really know what to do with it’ aspect. But just taking it at what he said, he went heavy on the disease and pregnancy prevention aspect (in that order, because the most effective disease prevention measures will effectively take care of pregnancy too), but not so much on the element of responsibility - to one’s self, one’s partner, or one’s potential children. And me, while I’m in favor of comprehensive sex ed, I’m in favor of comprehensive sex ed. That means the kids should know about more than just the plumbing. They should know about more than just the variety of disease prevention and birth control methods available. They should know more than just don’t for the sake of don’t. Sex ed should also include a discussion on the benefits of delaying sexual activity. It should include a piece on the dangers. Somebody needs to sit these jokers down and tell them exactly how long an orgasm lasts get them to think about whether that few seconds is worth the potential opportunity cost. Not as a scare tactic, but just to balance the equation.

At any rate, in part because kids don’t recognize the costs of their actions, they wind up contributing to the abbreviated generational cycle. Again, looking at it as a function of time, there’s nothing necessarily wrong with the generation gap being below a certain number. The problem comes in when the parent and the child are virtually indistinguishable in terms of behavor and attitude.

Nothin’ But The Dawg In Me

Posted in Everwhatever on June 12th, 2007

Okay. So I’ve got a coaching dilemma. Well not a dilemma so much as a situation I’m just not sure how to handle. Anybody with coaching experience, athletic or otherwise, is welcome to chime in, because the questions I’m asking here are not rhetorical, they’re live.

So I’m the assistant coach of my school’s football team. We haven’t had a football team in years and years, so for all intents and purposes, we’re starting from scratch. One of the hard things about doing this is that there’s no football culture here. Yesterday was the first game in the summer passing league, which we play to help us prep the skill positions for the season. Before the game, we got kids walkin in talmbout some, “If I’m not playin’ today, do I hafta go to the game?” I gave him the look.

You know what I learned at the game, though? We have no dawgs. Well, we have one player with a little dawg, but his is not really the infectious kind. For it to really work, the lead dawg has to be as encouraging as he is critical. Encouragement is not our guy’s strong suit. Yet. Still, that’s just one person of seven. Now to be fair, one of the other kids is a pretty good athlete, but he’s not the rah-rah type.

But I guess my first question is, how many dawgs does it take to pull in the rest of the team? At what point does having a brave teammate cause one not to be afraid anymore? I don’t think it’s just one, though. There has to be a critical mass. I just don’t know what it is. But I know you can’t field an effective team with just one dawg.

Now taking this to a wider situation, I’m thinking about the line that some of my more nationalistic friends like to kick about one of us being oppressed. If it’s true that one person’s “oppression” (and in some cases, I’m not too sold on the quality of that oppression) means that we’re all oppressed, why isn’t the inverse just as accurate? If one of us is free, shouldn’t that mean that we’re all free? If not, why not?

But I still need to figure out how to bring out the dawg in my kids.

Worth 1K

Posted in Everwhatever on June 11th, 2007

What’s missing from the library at Philadelphia’s Olney East High School?

Geeked Up

Posted in Everwhatever on June 10th, 2007

Yesterday, I came up on something I never thought I would find again: the version of The Formula by The D.O.C. with the vibes at the end. I can only think of one or two things period that I’ve wanted harder and longer than I wanted another copy of this song. I can’t imagine how much time I’ve spent rifling through old record crates and tape bins, but I got it now. And man! The D.O.C. was SO dope. Had it not been for that accident, I can easily see him contending for GOAT status.

Big up to Kido at Back In The Day for sharing.