Before I go back to my normal self, I'll close with Kanye West's song "Hey Mama", the Grammy performance version:
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Happy Mother's Day
Before I go back to my normal self, I'll close with Kanye West's song "Hey Mama", the Grammy performance version:
Friday, May 7, 2010
Embracing Your Cool...
"I think I should have been around in the 1970s rather than now. I just like the whole energy of that era. There was this whole love movement: love for country and the world and fellow man. It was about standing up for the people—power to the people—and that's who I am. I just got here a little late."
-Baron Davis (courtesy of GQ)
I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Davis. If I had to pick my favorite decade, it would definitely be the 70s. Fact is, I think the world was a lot cooler then than it is today. I always say that one of my goals is to bring the 70s vibe to present day. Funny enough, that's a time period that started a decade (and change) before I was even thought of. But every time I look back at photos from this time, whether it be my parents, the musicians, athletes, etc., everybody just seemed to be have that natural cool element.
When I think about the 70s, I think of people who weren't afraid to express themselves, whether it be through the way they dressed or in their beliefs. I think there was a sense of coolness that nowadays is hard to find.
Let me pause here; I don't want this type of cool to be confused with the forced cool that we often see running through our lives. This isn't about walking around the clubs with shades on...that just doesn't make sense. I'll borrow from Lupe here and call that "chasing the cool". I'm talking about the way people carried themselves like they ruled the world.
While style has changed since this era, some for the better (no more bell bottoms), some for the worst (the sagging epidemic) there is no reason that the sense of being that was embodied during this time shouldn't still be with us.
At some point along the way more people started trying way too hard to be cool. The people we looked at as being cool changed, and now we are in a place where cool is doing whatever everybody else is doing or believes is what should be done, losing our sense of individuality in the process.
Truly being cool, however, IS being an individual; being yourself and embracing who you really are at your core. You don't have to wear Blac Label or Ed Hardy if you don't want to. If you rather wear a cardigan, go for it. You don't have to wear shades at night; if you'd rather actually see where you're walking, do that.
As much as style has changed since then, when I think about the 70s I think about one thing: being yourself can be cool. Power to the people.
Cheers to you,
JIP
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Food for Thought: "It's not how you start"
Monday, May 3, 2010
BHM: This is how you dress when you're getting an award...
Good Music: Lupe Fiasco- "I'm Beamin"
Monday, April 19, 2010
Good Music: Aloe Blacc
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Quote of the Day: Mark Twain
Sometimes it doesn't even take that long, right?
Life in Sports: Everybody has to grow up sometime...
Here is the link to an article I read on ESPN this morning about former Nebraska football player Carl Nicks who went back and apologized to his coach and Athletic Director for his performance (or lack thereof) off the field in 2007.
Basically, he skipped some classes, got drunk the weekend before Nebraska's Pro day, and saw his draft stock slide to the 5th Round. At some point, however, he realized that he was heading in a direction that he didn't want to go, and turned a 5th round pick into a two-year starter with the Super Bowl champion New Orlean Saints.
I'm glad to see Mr. Nicks take the steps that he did to make amends for his mistakes even though he wasn't forced to. You gotta love seeing someone grow as a person.
Cheers to growing up,
JIP
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Good Music: The Moon Man does it again...
Monday, March 15, 2010
Food for Thought: The Man in the Arena
1. Work as state legislator, police commissioner, and governor in New York
2. Own and work a ranch in the Dakotas
3. Serve as Assistant Secretary of the Navy
4. Fight as a Rough Rider in the Spanish-American War
5. Serve as President for two terms, then run for an unprecedented third term
6. Become the first President to leave the country during his term in order to see the building of the Panama Canal
7. Write 35 books
8. Read tens of thousands of books-several a day in multiple languages
9. Explore the Amazonian rainforests
10. Discover, navigate, and be named after a completely uncharted Amazonian river over 625 miles long
11. Volunteer to lead a voluntary infantry unit into WWI at age 59.
Based on this, it's no surprise that he is the author of the famous speech, "The Man in the Arena". It speaks of the toughness that Roosevelt embodied and the same toughness that we should embrace and try to bring out of ourselves each and every day.
I would attempt to highlight key points from the speech, but honestly the entire thing is worth not only reading, but also committing to memory. I hope you enjoy this and pass it on to others who can benefit from it:
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Cheers to all of us being our own man in the arena,
JIP
Sunday, March 14, 2010
BHM: Birth of Cool: 20 Black Style Pioneers
Happy Sunday!
So if you know me, you know that GQ is one of my favorite magazines/websites, so I was pleased to see their feature, in partnership with the guys of Street Etiquette (see my last post) entitled "Birth of Cool: 20 Black Style Pioneers". Many of the men featured are well-known figures such as Miles Davis, Marvin Gaye, and Harry Belafonte, but I was even more impressed by some of the lesser known men that were part of this distinguished list, including Dick Gregory, Johnny Hodges, and Vivien Thomas.
Anyhow, check out the slideshow here and see how these men helped mold our history.
Cheers to style,
JIP
BHM: Street Etiquette
Hi All,
One of the new blogs that I have begun to follow on a regular basis is Street Etiquette (check it out here). The website is run by two friends who basically explore various clothing staples and not only explain why they are stylish, but also give a brief history of their origins, which I particularly enjoy. Anyway, they have a new feature entitled "Sewn From the Soul", which honors historical Black figures including Gordon Parks, Huey P. Newton, Miles Davis, Cornell West, Sammy Davis, Jr., and Nat King Cole. Check out the behind the scenes video of the photo shoot below:
Sewn From The Soul from Alejandro on Vimeo.
Also, see the finished product from all of their hard work here.
It's always a great feeling when you're proud of people that you don't even know.
Cheers to Street Etiquette,
JIP
I make Black History every day, I don't need a month!
Hope you all enjoy! :-)
Cheers,
JIP
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Food for Thought: A World Without Black People
This is a story of a little boy name Theo, who woke up one morning and asked his mother, "Mom, what if there were no Black people in the world?" Well, his mother thought about that for a moment, and then said, "Son, follow me around today and let's just see what it would be like if there were no Black people in the world." Mom said, "Now go get dressed, and we will get started."Theo ran to his room to put on his clothes and shoes. His mother took one look at him and said, "Theo, where are your shoes? And those clothes are all wrinkled, son. I must iron them." However, when she reached for the ironing board, it was no longer there.
You see Sarah Boone, a black woman, invented the ironing board, and Jan E. Matzelinger, a black man, invented the shoe lasting machine.
"Oh well," she said, "please go and do something to your hair." Theo ran in his room to comb his hair, but the comb was not there. You see, Walter Sammons, a black man, invented the comb.
Theo decided to just brush his hair, but the brush was gone. You see Lydia O. Newman, a black female, invented the brush.
Well, this was a sight: no shoes, wrinkled clothes, hair a mess. Even Mom's hair, without the hair care inventions of Madam C. Walker, well, you get the picture.
Mom told Theo, "Let's do our chores around the house and then take a trip to the grocery store." Theo's job was to sweep the floor. He swept and swept and swept. When he reached for the dustpan, it was not there. You see, Lloyd P. Ray, a black man, invented the dustpan.
So he swept his pile of dirt over in the corner and left it there. He then decided to mop the floor, but the mop was gone. You see, Thomas W. Stewart, a black man, invented the mop. Theo yelled to his Mom, "Mom, I'm not having any luck."
"Well, son," she said, "Let me finish washing these clothes, and we will prepare a list for the grocery store." When the wash finished, she went to place the clothes in the dryer, but it was not there. You see, George T. Samon, a black man, invented the clothes dryer.
Mom asked Theo to go get a pencil and some paper to prepare their list for the market. So, Theo ran for the paper and pencil but noticed the pencil lead was broken. Well, he was out of luck because John Love, a black man, invented the pencil sharpener.
Mom reached for a pen, but it was not there because William Purvis, a black man, invented the fountain pen.
As a matter of fact, Lee Burridge invented the typewriting machine and W. A. Lovette the advanced printing press. Theo and his mother decided just to head out to the market.
Well, when Theo opened the door, he noticed the grass was as high as he was tall. You see, John Burr, a black man, invented the lawn mower. They made their way over to the car and found that it just wouldn't go. You see, Richard Spikes, a black man, invented the automatic gearshift, and Joseph Gammel invented the supercharge system for internal combustion engines. They also noticed that the few cars that were moving were running into each other and having wrecks because there were no traffic signals. You see, Garrett A. Morgan, a black man invented the traffic light.
Well, it was getting late, so they walked to the market, got their groceries, and returned home. Just when they were about to put away the milk, eggs, and butter, they noticed the refrigerator was gone. You see John Standard, a black man, invented the refrigerator. So, they just left the food on the counter.
By this time, Theo noticed he was getting mighty cold. Mom went to turn up the heat, and what do you know? Alice Parker, a black female, invented the heating furnace. Even in the summertime, they would have been out of luck because Frederick Jones, a black man, invented the air conditioner.
It was almost time for Theo's father to arrive home. He usually takes the bus, but there was no bus, because its precursor was the electric trolley, invented by another black man, Elbert R. Robinson.
He usually takes the elevator from his office on the 20th floor, but there was no elevator because Alexander Miles, a black man, invented the elevator.
He also usually dropped off the office mail at a near by mailbox, but it was no longer there because Philip Downing, a black man, invented the letter drop mailbox, and William Barry invented the postmarking and canceling machine.
Theo and his mother sat at the kitchen table with their heads in their hands. When the father arrived, he asked, "Why are you sitting in the dark?" Why? Because Lewis Howard Latimer, a black man, invented the filament within the light bulb.
Theo quickly learned more about what it would be like if there were no black people in the world, especially if he were ever sick and needed blood. Dr. Charles Drew, a black scientist, found a way to preserve and store blood, which led to his starting the world's first blood bank.
Well, what if a family member had to have heart surgery? This would not have been possible without Dr. Daniel Hale Williams, a black doctor, who performed the first open-heart surgery.
So, if you ever wonder, like Theo, where would we be without black people? Well, it's pretty plain to see. We would still be in the DARK!
You're in Good Hands...
This is fairly random, but is it just me or does Allstate have the best insurance commercials out there? I'm particularly fond of the couple of recession ones that they have put out more recently. Check them out below:
They talk about cherishing the small things in life and how can come out of this recession stronger than before. I like the question posed asking will we look back at this as the Great Recession or the recession that made us great. That's powerful stuff from an insurance ad.
Anyhow, there's a lesson learned in everything in life...maybe Allstate just gave us a couple.
Cheers to being in good hands,
JIP
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Conversations with JIP: Presentation of Love
All of this (generic) love in the air...you gotta love it. While all of we guys reflect on how much of our hard earned money that we spent, I would like to pose a question : is love always presented to us neatly wrapped in a bow making its true form to us obvious? Not hardly.
When I think personally of the way that I have come to love the people that I do, outside of my family, they all differ greatly. Half of those people I never thought that I would even like, let alone consider them loved ones.
I think that oftentimes we expect God to show us love in the most obvious of ways, but it doesn't always work out that way, especially in terms of relationships.
It goes back to the old saying of don't judge a book by its cover; we never know what role individuals will end up playing in our lives.
All I'm saying is let's not be so quick to write off the people (positive ones, of course) that come into our lives.
To end with a cliche: it's not the wrapping of the package that counts; it's what's contained within.
Cheers to love on this love day,
JIP
Friday, February 5, 2010
Food for Thought: Definition of a Man (courtesy of Esquire)
I'm sure that at one point or another we have all tried to define what a man is. I'm also sure that after this attempt, we have all concluded that it's an almost impossible task.
Well, according to the good folks at Esquire, the true definition of a man is contained in the essay below (check out the article here). Even if you don't agree with all of it, I don't expect anyone to, you have to admit that it raises some solid points. It's kind of lengthy (hence the word essay) but well worth your time.
A man carries cash. A man looks out for those around him — woman, friend, stranger. A man can cook eggs. A man can always find something good to watch on television. A man makes things — a rock wall, a table, the tuition money. Or he rebuilds —engines, watches, fortunes. He passes along expertise, one man to the next. Know-how survives him. This is immortality. A man can speak to dogs. A man fantasizes that kung fu lives deep inside him somewhere. A man knows how to sneak a look at cleavage and doesn't care if he gets busted once in a while. A man is good at his job. Not his work, not his avocation, not his hobby. Not his career. His job. It doesn't matter what his job is, because if a man doesn't like his job, he gets a new one.
A man can look you up and down and figure some things out. Before you say a word, he makes you. From your suitcase, from your watch, from your posture. A man infers.A man owns up. That's why Mark McGwire is not a man. A man grasps his mistakes. He lays claim to who he is, and what he was, whether he likes them or not.
Some mistakes, though, he lets pass if no one notices. Like dropping the steak in the dirt.
A man loves the human body, the revelation of nakedness. He loves the sight of the pale breast, the physics of the human skeleton, the alternating current of the flesh. He is thrilled by the snatch, by the wrist, the sight of a bare shoulder. He likes the
crease of a bent knee. When his woman bends to pick up her underwear, he feels
that thrum that only a man can feel.A man doesn't point out that he did the dishes.
A man looks out for children. Makes them stand behind him.
A man knows how to bust balls.
A man has had liquor enough in his life that he can order a drink without sounding breathless, clueless, or obtuse. When he doesn't want to think, he orders bourbon or something on tap.
Never the sauvignon blanc.
A man welcomes the coming of age. It frees him. It allows him to assume the upper hand and teaches him when to step aside.
Maybe he never has, and maybe he never will, but a man figures he can knock someone, somewhere, on his ass.
He does not rely on rationalizations or explanations. He doesn't winnow, winnow, winnow until truths can be humbly categorized, or intellectualized, until behavior can be written off with an explanation. He doesn't see himself lost in some great maw of humanity, some grand sweep. That's the liberal thread; it's why men won't line up as liberals.
A man gets the door. Without thinking.
He stops traffic when he must.
A man resists formulations, questions belief, embraces ambiguity without making a fetish out of it. A man revisits his beliefs. Continually. That's why men won't forever line up with conservatives, either.
A man knows his tools and how to use them — just the ones he needs. Knows which saw is for what, how to find the stud, when to use galvanized nails.
A miter saw, incidentally, is the kind that sits on a table, has a circular blade, and is used for cutting at precise angles. Very satisfying saw.
A man knows how to lose an afternoon. Drinking, playing Grand Theft Auto, driving aimlessly, shooting pool.
He knows how to lose a month, also.
A man listens, and that's how he argues. He crafts opinions. He can pound the table, take the floor. It's not that he must. It's that he can.
A man is comfortable being alone. Loves being alone, actually. He sleeps.
Or he stands watch. He interrupts trouble. This is the state policeman. This is the poet. Men, both of them.
A man loves driving alone most of all.
Style — a man has that. No matter how eccentric that style is, it is uncontrived. It's a set of rules.
He understands the basic mechanics of the planet. Or he can close one eye, look up at the sun, and tell you what time of day it is. Or where north is. He can tell you where you might find something to eat or where the fish run. He understands electricity or the internal-combustion engine, the mechanics of flight or how to figure a pitcher's
ERA.A man does not know everything. He doesn't try. He likes what other men know.
A man can tell you he was wrong. That he did wrong. That he planned to. He can tell you when he is lost. He can apologize, even if sometimes it's just to put an end to the bickering.
A man does not wither at the thought of dancing. But it is generally to be avoided.
A man watches. Sometimes he goes and sits at an auction knowing he won't spend a dime, witnessing the temptation and the maneuvering of others. Sometimes he stands on the street corner watching stuff. This is not about quietude so much as collection. It is not about meditation so much as considering. A man refracts his vision and gains acuity. This serves him in every way. No one taught him this — to be quiet, to cipher, to watch. In this way, in these moments, the man is like a zoo animal: both
captive and free. You cannot take your eyes off a man when he is like that. You shouldn't. The hell if you know what he is thinking, who he is, or what he will do next.
Let's all be better men (and women) in 2010.
Cheers to self-improvement,
JIP
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I Love College Football and Its Lessons
As much as I love Alabama, however, I also respect college football itself. There's nothing like seeing guys go out there and give it their all for the sake of their team and just that pure competitive nature.
That being said, there are two things that happened recently that made me love this sport even more: 1.) Colt McCoy's postgame speech and 2.) Lane Kiffin's leaving/Derek Dooley's hiring.
Check out Colt McCoy's speech below:
I was as happy as anyone else, probably happier than most, about Alabama's win, but I gained a ton of respect for McCoy by the way he handled himself after not being able to finish his final collegiate game. Part of his message applies to all of our lives: we have to let God be in control of our lives, and trust the decisions that He makes for us; He knows what he's doing. Good luck in the NFL, McCoy.
Now, as much as I hate Tennessee (who doesn't?), I was happy to see Lane Kiffin leave. Not because he left the program in a tough place, but because he never deserved to be there.
People in the SEC take pride in their football, which is why their was a mini riot when fans found out he was leaving. You don't quit the SEC; the SEC quits you. I say good riddens...have fun underachieving at USC.
Tennessee is better off with Derek Dooley in my opinion. Son of Georgia legend Vince Dooley, and a former high-powered attorney (read his story here), Dooley understands the traditions of the league and what it takes to win. He's not coming in just waiting for the next best thing to come along. Don't get stuck on his 17-20 record at Louisiana Tech. Check out his quote below on what has happened recently within the Tennessee program:
"If you think this is as hard as it gets in life, look out," Dooley said. "Because life is tough. You're going to get knocked down a bunch. The quicker you learn to deal with how you react to it, dust your britches off and move on, then the quicker you're going to lead to happiness."
Anyway, outside of the best college team the world has ever seen (biased?), guys like McCoy and Dooley are the reasons I love college football.
Cheers,
JIP
JIP's Picks: Helping Haiti
While this definitely is not the most pleasant topic to write about, it has to be addressed: Haiti needs our help. I have personally been happy to see the outpouring of support by all of my Facebook friends and others, but what we have to realize is that this disaster cannot be repaired overnight. As time goes on and we continue about our daily lives, there will still be people hungry, displaced, and, worst of all, dying.
All of us are not able to go lend our support personally in Haiti, but we can still donate. I encourage everyone to donate multiple times, even if the amounts are small. Here are some ways to donate (courtesy of Esquire):
Project Medishare
Doctors Without Borders
Catholic Relief Services
Lamp for Haiti
International Red Cross
In case you missed that great telethon last night (buy the soundtrack on iTunes-proceeds go to relief efforts), you can always donate to Hope for Haiti Now by going here.
If you need more convenience, text HAITI to 90999 to donate 10 dollars.
There is no shortage of ways to give back; let's make sure our fellow man is not forgotten in this time of tragedy.
Cheers to rebuilding Haiti,
JIP