The Owl's Thread: Transitions...

[owl]

Been awhile since I conversed with you good black people...

So many changes...

Still the same board in most respects, I suppose maturity should also consider one's skill set, but I don't want to get into that debate.

Woman and Steve Harvey, I ain't too caught up on that. I grew up in the 90s: many women thought they was thugs and killers, and many were. Didn't need no book or cnn special for that. Just a hot track from MC Lyte. I suppose susceptibility of any people is primarily an urge from the conformist social tendency. And with that in mind, any group of people can be nudged to THINK as if they are doing something based upon their own "thinking". Social creatures will be, well, socialized...

So much is based on activity. I thought I would be back in the jam jam by now. Seems even the universe has a little love for wayward idiots who don't know when to say "enough". Had a lot of fun with the "world of the mind"...eh...more than I "thought" I would.

The active mind within the world of mind can be quite troublesome. Positioning oneself among the coterie of those who are by birth an exclusive people can be difficult because of the culture of secrecy and fear. To be deemed as Prometheus before one has even meet the gods is a worrisome load to carry. Yet...I've made it this far, right?

But fuck school...

So much is riding on that dollar. How we generate an income is what defines us, and how much we make empowers us. Until the natives get that fire of course...but who is my audience again?

Oh, yeah...now I remember...

Yeah, good ole money. The great US dream. The opportunity to be able to work, come home, be programmed, regurgitate that social training online, laugh at our friends who are out in society, and wake up and do it all over again...Yeah...what a fucking life...

And on top of all that, still having to worry about some idiot with a mouth full of golds saying you have sold out.

Ah...yes, this is why I accrued all that debt. Damn...I should have just shot the guard, ran through the damn fence, burned my fingerprints off, and stolen the dead man's social security number...but NO..I had to go and fucking be responsible...fuck!


Suppose I should just be thankful, right...eh...this is one of my seeds I'm hopeful for: www.owlasylum.net

How's that for spamming...*winks*

 

[owl]

*Burp*

Sometimes I wonder why a guy on a porn board with a sig, you know, sign of an account--you know, this fucks going to be around for awhile--well, why do these dudes talk about what types of women they deem attractive when it is quite obvious either you aren't getting women, or the ones you have aren't that damn appealing. Now, I get it. One man's Nia Long, is another man's **strong arm**--"getaway from me! I'm gone." But still, nigga come on...if you fucking Halle Berry why you on BGOL? If it is that hot why you tripping off any type of woman other than what you got?

I don't know...

I get called sexist because I am a man that interacts with women regularly. That is going to rub some wrong eventually. However, I don't have to view a woman as an object. And I let a woman know off top that I am not viewing you as such. Due to some women never being around a guy like myself, I feel I have to do that. Some women don't have a clue to their options of treatment. Sort of like being trapped in a house your whole childhood, sheltered. OR trapped on a block your whole childhood, not exposed. Same difference to me.

A lot of brothers are able to get things off on the average woman because or proximity and duration. Proximity and duration make people drop them shields!!

OF course...proximity and duration make a person realize the mistakes that they have made. You got guys who take it to the hoop in they freshman year, now can only take two ribs and a coke, please, extra napkins..thank you.

And every woman that looks nice don't get fat. Every woman don't get pregnant. Of course, I got my own thing. Always have. I can handle children. Yeah...I SAID CHILDREN. hahah...marks. I like body. I do. Hell, once I shoot this load up in you...game over any way. I ain't never seen no skinny pregnant woman. Never.

While we on it. Might as well address this pussy ass mentality some lame ass ****** gone come in my thread with. Aye look bitch ******...do you know where the caucasiod came from? You do realize women either had to look like men or get buried? That is the culture our slave masters and world rulers came from. Is that what you are trying to promote? Why? Because Tariq Nasheed told you you should? Oh...the health thing...I got thirty in my pocket that Shannon from up the street with two children, smoke weed everyday and drink can beat the living shit out of every white bitch on your campus who runs and lifts weight daily...holla at me... www.owlasylum.net


How's that for spamming*winks*...

 

[CybaCipha]

I read the whole shit.

We gon make it family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Izayoi]

And with that in mind, any group of people can be nudged to THINK as if they are doing something based upon their own "thinking". Social creatures will be, well, socialized...

That is the culture our slave masters and world rulers came from. Is that what you are trying to promote? Why? Because Tariq Nasheed told you you should? Oh...the health thing...I got thirty in my pocket that Shannon from up the street with two children, smoke weed everyday and drink can beat the living shit out of every white bitch on your campus who runs and lifts weight daily...holla at me... www.owlasylum.net


How's that for spamming*winks*...

Good shit.

 

[Money Machine]

good shit

 

[CybaCipha]

Hey Iz,
I e-love you.
How about we make some e-babies of our own? We can name the first one Shannon and she can move in up the street from Owl and we can watch her beat the ass of every chick on the local college campus!



BTW ... www.owlasylum.net has some interesting articles.

 

[Izayoi]

Hey Iz,
I e-love you.
How about we make some e-babies of our own? We can name the first one Shannon and she can move in up the street from Owl and we can watch her beat the ass of every chick on the local college campus!



BTW ... www.owlasylum.net has some interesting articles.

Name her Rose and you got a deal. I love the juxtaposition of a delicate flower name on a thug chick.

 

[owl]

Name her Rose and you got a deal. I love the juxtaposition of a delicate flower name on a thug chick.

Of the flowers, I'd say the Rose is the least delicate of them all...

 

[melonpecan]

Nice to see you back Owl...Nice site...

 

[CybaCipha]

Name her Rose and you got a deal. I love the juxtaposition of a delicate flower name on a thug chick.

You are the rose my dear ....

I'd name her Joy cause that's what you bring ...

whether thorns or petals, I can roll with both.

 

[hottmixx]

That nigga Owl. Always spittin some real shit.

 

[melonpecan]

DANG!


I can't even respond to the last few posts! Someone please tell me you got screen caps or something...

 

[owl]

DANG!


I can't even respond to the last few posts! Someone please tell me you got screen caps or something...

Hahaha...check out my blog, I think I have most of my comments over there. Shawn had dropped some bombs too...

Eh...repetition..got to love life...

 

[owl]

I don't know.

I have really grown in so many different directions over the past few years.(Looking at my stomach, seems like in more ways than one. Better start hitting that gym, again.)

But jokes aside, I've noticed a certain slant in my thinking these days that I've called others "sell out" and "elitist" for having in my younger thinking. (Well, after a quick scan, it wasn't that long ago, but stay with me.) I'm still a supporter of the idea of separation, and I'm still hopeful about pan-Afrikan ideals beyond the superficial dashiki tossed over a polo shirt and a few KiSwahili terms tossed about. I just don't want to be in this box any longer. Granted, I don't play well with the other grown children, but I refuse to fall into these cultural identifiers that I have really never been into. I give enough credence to my hypermasculine childhood and whatever ghosts I'll probably never shake that came from that. But where is the point in your life where conformity ends, you begin? You know what I'm talking about(I did it a damn gin!!)

I am not talking about behaving in ways that make you feel as though you have risen above the class standards either. I'm discussing complete idiosyncratic expressions without the 3000 behind it though. I can always come back to where I am from. I don't even know if I want to though. Is that "selling out"? Why is it? I'm no bible thumper, I am partially atheist, but I think the quote from in the book Bible is fitting here,"There is no Prophet without honour except in his own country, and among his own relatives, and in his own home."

Now, am I a "prophet"? I don't fucking know. Is there a class I have to take to get certified for that? Oh, let me not offend the spiritualist before I curse out the "Goddess" again. Oh, and let me not offend my "black nationalist" brethren, I realize I don't need the "white man's" certification for everything. Everyone needs to exercise some experience building. Nothing insular is beautiful. Look at your heart. Not your damn "astral" heart!! I mean the one that is beating inside you. The one that is actually keeping you alive. The one that doesn't need your "ego", doesn't need that "you", or "I", conscious functionality. You can't. YOU CAN'T LOOK AT YOUR OWN HEART. It is insular. I lived like that.

Sometimes you have to explore new horizons. I'll always be me. You know(GOT DAMN IT!!)? I'm like Jay-Z in some ways, I'll probably never change. I'm at peace with that. But I'd like to get outside of the ideological and cultural paradigms that have kept me in prison long after I walked away from that hell you all call "paying dues to society"(What a fucking joke!!). But what makes those behaviors "black"? Everything I hate about myself, others call "acceptable". My cousin seems to think my habits make me tough. He boasts about my past life as if that shit won me an oscar(Oh, fuck!! No, you dashiki by Ralph Lauren wearing fucker, I don't think every white socially applauded construct is needed to make me feel confident...). And I often have to remind him, to one, fucking "grow up"(As in maturity, no one but the incredibly shrinking woman can grow down), and two, hell, that wasn't me any damn way.

This culture of hypermasculinity. It is real. I beg those that argue with me to come down on 25th and State in E. St. Louis and take a walk with me. I am sure the experiment will prove my hypothesis.

We have lost that love for intellectualism. We want "Tupac with a degree". Let me tell you something, "Tupac with a degree" is as broke as a car that only drives in reverse, and spent most of his time in college sleeping in the library hoping he could write five papers in one night. Don't belittle the efforts of the scholar because undergrad wasn't shit. That BA or BS doesn't qualify much in my humble but highly passionate opinion. I walked in class and noticed those who didn't say much, and those who were still high from the last night. I know how easy it is to "slide" through classes. I was doing 18 credit hours a semester, so I know who was in the library every night and every morning, and I know who was on the yard asking to see whose paper. Even at the university level many of us just don't have a respect for learning.

Academic or not.

I was in a discussion with this doctor I really shouldn't be lusting after, but sorry, intelligent women make my blood vessels run to the tip of my penis like black militants running to help a white girl out of her car in the sixties(alright, old joke, couldn't help myself). The discussion surrounded her feelings about "street knowledge". Now, she's a sister that grew up in middle class US and didn't do the "date a thug" thing, so her term "street knowledge" is in reference to black militant rhetoric. And I was sort of taken aback. I am not sure if she knows my history, and so I asked her, and her response was to the effect of, black people who accept any form of information without doing research have been pimped. Now after she said that I envisioned my tongue touching every nerve on the top of her clit for like five hours, but instead I simply agreed.

We got bonded. We got attached to the rhetorical. We figured out ways to survive without knowledge so long that it became a joke. I respect all the brothers and sisters who are coming to the US in pursuit of higher education. I fear that American Blacks will be thrust into a lower class permanence such as the "untouchables" of India. And that is why I have to get out of this damn box.

I've tried everything. I've seen it your way. I've done the "black" thing so long I've become a fucking parrot, YOU KNOW(alright, I can understand that)? How many people are there out there like me? How many children? Whose son is about to make the same insane choices I made trying to adapt to a culture that is insane to begin with? I didn't go to college to become a musician, I went because I like making lights flash on this blinking box. Then I said, hey, I also like writing things on this blinking box. And now...I want to know how our brains started blinking, and how it blinks, and why it blinks.

Hell, I've done what most said I couldn't my whole life, why can't I? Ain't that BLACK?

 

[owl]

Tupac with a degree...

You know I actually heard that the other day. Which really speaks volumes about image, and how a character(or caricature) can extend itself into our lives with a lasting influence. I remember brothers and discussions that I had on the campus yard. You know, guys that had grown up in volatile US neighborhoods, "affectionately" called hoods, took a certain honor in letting you know where they were from. It was a major compliment to them to be attending a predominantly white university and being able to name drop certain neighborhood figures who had a reputation citywide.

What I found amazing, in comparison is that people who I felt had been in much more atrocious environments didn't carry the same passion and pride. As stated elsewhere in my online writings, I was honored to attend a seminar with a brother and a sister who were from the Hutu. For those that don't know a colonially instigated slaughter of over one million members of the Hutu occurred at the hands of the Tutsi, and these young people had survived that. Now, you've got this young brother, humble, modest, even nervous in some ways, discussing how he was hit in the head with a machete after members of his family had been hunted down and slaughtered. If that young man had grown up in the projects, he probably would have rap songs written about it for years like 50 cent! You understand my point?

Now, these are just my examples, my anecdotal presentation. Of course, I've met guys from the Sudan and Kenya who carry themselves with the same machismo found in those growing up in inner city USA. What I have noticed however, is they aren't mimicking a style brought with them from their native countries, they are mimicking the cultural styles of young men and women from the lower classes of the metropolis.

I veiw the same behaviors in women on the campus and academia who are members of tribal Nigeria. From the "repping" style seen in members of the bloods, crips, gds, and other inner city organizations where one calls out the beginning numbers of the address associated with the block and street they are from. We see the yelling of one's tribe. Even on twitter, we see the naming of the avatar based upon once tribal association, and posts reflecting that loyalty. There is also this pattern of behavior with greek lettered organizations, even to the point of violent outbreaks between various groups.

There is a need of some sort to identify with a power that represents itself as dangerous. Even among the "educated". The use of hand signs and gestures to communicate one's affiliation, as seen in the inner city groups called gangs is just as popular among them as it is among university sorrorities. As seen in various studies, the need to belong to a group that is deemed as difficult to get into based on physical deprivaty and psychologically demeaning practices gives the members who "cross over" a valid reason to be proud of their organization.

What is the value of this? What does this say about social validity and identity? Why is the need to belong so connected to one's identity? And more importantly, why is the need to belong to a group associated with violence and pain so important to building one's identity?

 

[owl]

That's what hot in the streets huh?

Niggas slapping women for other niggas huh?

Is them cats even on the payroll?

I can't condone that shit. Really doe.

Yeah...alright....I was a muthacking knucklehead for most of my life. Did a lot shit I'll take to the grave, and even the shit I reveal ain't kosher. And it ain't fucking it is what it is. You got women bigging these sava...man...these niggas ain't no savages. I don't even want to disrespect the fucking savages on this one. Nigga how you mad that a woman said something about another man? How is that gangsta? The fuck? My gotdamn stomach is turning watching that bullshit. I tried to avoid it as long as I could, but the link got shipped to me with a bow around it.

I'm so fucking tired of the street shit. I am. You just don't know how fucking desperately I want this culture to fucking disappear. Muthafuckas ask me why I tried to kill myself. I got tired of seeing that nigga in the mirror. Yeah...that's a little beyond the avatar, I know.

That was just fucking disgusting. It had no place in society. I'm living hustle to hustle, and you got people with money living like that. You fucking humans are losing it again. You've taken the NWA thing way too fucking far. Male rulership is homosexual by nature. And you lames are proving it. No disrespect to my homosexual following...

 

[owl]

Eh...I actually said no disrespect to the homosexual following...I probably lost about fifty people with that one. It's just embedded in you this culture. What's the easiest way to offend a man, call him a woman. Don't even just call him a woman, call a disrespectful term used to degrade women. There is not going to be an easy way for me be politically correct here. And yeah, I'm using my "owl is crazy" pass, but I did have to think about that after reflection. So much has changed...

 

[owl]

This avatar thing...

The thought stems from the medium is the message. Basically, the tools we use to communicate and to, more importantly, be communicated to change us. Some of us have gotten further and further away from one another due in part to the ability to sit in front of these boxes. Now, that is an Orwellian allusion, and I hope it is not lost. In the book "1984", they were being watched and recorded while watching "blinking boxes". That was written in the 50's if I'm not mistaken. I also allude to the movie "Avatar". The um, ability to control a lifeform with one's mind, was really interesting to me. And I immediately made a parallel with that and our own avatars here on the net, or the interweb.

We, as in people, are continually losing that physical connection. I'm a two-dimensional personality. And yet so are you. It is easy for me to type "you such and such" and lay down in my bed. Much of the culture of this particular site has that passive-aggressiveness to it. It is a video game. Very much like the movie "Gamer", we are controlling these avatars, and in some ways, they may have taken a life of their own. You know? Um...I get this desire to claim transparency, and to be "real"...this commentary of "I'm just like I am on the net in real life..."

I could list some actions that I'm sure you are not participating in in real life, but I enjoy those actions, so I'll leave that argument to your own devices.

The boredom of the early agrarian society, from my readings, has given us calendar, and zodiac, and mythos. What we have seen as time progressed is the identifying with the myths. Even the worship of certain mythological, or myth like characters. That has extended into our time as not only the myth, but the players of the myth, and the myth tellers. It doesn't seem to be enough to like listening to the music, we have to become the musician. We have this personality worship thing going on, and we've got to be just like the personality. I can't just want to be a future president, I've got to go Harvard, and play basketball. My sister's father once told me I need to be talking to white women on campus so I could produce another Barack. It is that serious.

Um...yeah...uh...there is this duplicating drive within us. And this mimicking thing. Like walking dna structures. We have to keep recording and rendering what was. And unless we are wiped out by the environment, we don't really know what actually works for the long haul...so we keep on duplicating...

So, yeah...what are you duplicating?

 

[onyxfemme]

Sorry Owl and Mel I thought I was in the Random Thoughts thread! I fixed those posts
Continue doing your thing

 

[owl]

Sorry Owl and Mel I thought I was in the Random Thoughts thread! I fixed those posts
Continue doing your thing

Y'all good!! I want people to feel comfortable.

 

[owl]

Did y'all read that shit?!!

Man...

You got some dude asking a bunch of hardlegs on a porn board how he can become a pimp....

Like they got a wiki page for pimping...

Geezus fucking mary Crisp...dude...

Brothers trying to get degrees as lawyers, doctors, engineers, chemist, and this idiot...this probably half grown bastard is asking about becoming a pimp...

Natural selection need more help, too much media in this environment....

 

[CybaCipha]

Where the missing threads? Boo at the move back to the old booard.

Bomb shit though.
Pz

 

[owl]

I'm wrong in that "immortality" thread. Well, slightly. Correct me if I'm wrong. The immune system is looking at certain characteristics of a virus, and then attacking them, recording those traits, and passing it that to the next group of replicated immune cells. Rough sketch, I know.

Probably a better argument would be the stress one. Vampires have to have baseball sized tumors.

Of course, I think we all would love to be forever 18, or 21....the master escape artist doesn't want to escape from the one thing they are always escaping from...novelty chasing, that's got to be the motivation, or fear of death. Which was my original position, got to watch the scarecrow...

Eh...I guess that also depends on how stable you are. But still, maintenance has to be a part of this fantasy somewhere. Even vampires got to eat....eh, speaking of which....

 

[owl]

...continuing a conversation that was started on the mainboard...

People can't see Rush as a comedian only because they do not agree with his politics.

That any many brothers, and sisters, have a desire to identify with the hypermasculine, even if it comes in the form a white guy, who is seen as a "player". Even in the joke an allusion is made to Bill Clinton, the "first" First Black President. A "blackness" that is solely based on the hypermasculine(smokes weed, plays jazz, and even before the Monica Lewinsky thing was known to be a womanizer). Not judging the man, but this is what his major appeal was in the black community, and a style reflective of the behaviors most associated with the "buck"/"thug"/"cool cat" in black media history. It is interesting that California is lead by the Terminator, and was once lead by Ronald Reagan, the Hollywood "wild west" equivalent.

 

[owl]

Don't judge me...Got a codebook to write...alright...so I like the music, sue me...

 

[owl]

 

[owl]

Hmm...the "good americans"...knew was coming sooner or later...

 

[owl]

Alright, I like this one...hahahah

 

[owl]

Hmm..."cowboy"/"thug"...still got kinks to work out...but I think I can parallel that well enough...*winks*

 

[owl]

Here we go with that "good american" shit again...noticing any similarities?

 

[owl]

Took a break...the things you will find on twitter...

Toddler smokes 40 cigarettes a day...

When I was 2-years-old I was still licking windows and chewing on bed skirts (some things never change), but this badass Indonesian butterball can work a cigarette like a grand master pimp.

This is 2-year-old Ardi Rizal and he smokes up to 40 ciggies a day thanks to his dad who gave him his first taste of nicotine at 14-months-old. I don't whether to weep for his tiny lungs, or laugh at the thought of him rolling up to a group of smokers in his toy trunk to ask them for a hot fag.

Ardi's mother says that her son's habit costs the family around $5.50 a day and he only smokes one brand. Ardi's mother cried as she said, "He's totally addicted. If he doesn't get cigarettes, he gets angry and screams and batters his head against the wall. He tells me he feels dizzy and sick."

And it's totally not weird when Ardi reaches for a pack of cigs after drinking from his mom's tete or asks her for a light while she changes his diaper.

The government has agreed to give Ardi's family a new car if he quits. But Ardi's father, who is about to be named Person of the Century by the tobacco companies, doesn't know what the big deal is, "He looks pretty healthy to me. I don't see the problem." Just so you know, Ardi's father is legally blind and has no nostrils.

continued...
http://dlisted.com/node/37418

 

[owl]

Caught me one...

 

[owl]

Interesting...(I really hate that word...)

 

[owl]

Military service and Christian.

 

[owl]

Love, patriotism, christianity, or getting fucked up...hahahah...