...and a 1st

last of the shortest month, 9pm-ish, new machine in my lap, this moment a 1st in a series...1st album, i intentionally waited to listen to d'angelo's black messiah, and sooo glad glad glad waiting also facilitated the particular company i got to enjoy+feel it with, 1st flick was gifted by my boys and they choose just right for me...1st email will be jj, after this post, and my heart soars with anticipation typing those words...
machine actually reach immediately pre-carnival, hence the stretching out of these 1sts starting postjouvay, which was such an amazingly glorious one i have no words except, "give thanks+praises, for a rawkus morning..." and big-up doctor dj rawkus for saving my life time+again, that song, that song, that song; the canals gifted me a wondrous season and i needed it, needed exactly what warrenman wanted from me, as always, us working together giving me life...
much else a gwan but, so emotional and that shit hard, so when better processed, perhaps...meanwhile, ting to read[+listen]: 7stories by junot diaz [plus bonus ting to listen+watch because when cody chestnutt get it right, he's hit hard, and i feeling both song+video this postjouvay]

new machine, dread; we on like a socks! plenty posts, sooncome...
walk good.

a last...

sad that 2weeks+change ago i say new machine en route and today i still waiting, but we won't dwell on that. this is what i firmly believe will actually be the last post from this machine, an attempt to archive some tabs before i lose them with the hardware. me eh even know how/if[!] these links fit together but we going through hard regardless; information rules. in no particular order:
i know i post about building modular mobile phones the other day, and i like how tings shaping up with this google project ara doing exactly wha' i waiting for...
interesting information about gendered world populations and the reasons behind differing gender gaps. feel like story material, no?
dread. complete switch. the other day, i actually meet manu chao (the ever-enigmatic) because he liming in trini. he come our 2nd-to-las' backyard jam, was singing along to canals' songs halfway into the set, and days later was in our little blue studio upstairs, recording a track with we boys warrenman+roger+stanny + cut+clear...and a handful of us know who manu is and too fucking excited but to most of trini he just a random, relatively inconspicuous dude liming in the blackyard, in the big black box on a carnival friday night...
brief clip of speech sounds; gorgeous movement i cyah wait to see the rest of from makeda.
and speaking of movement, visuals of sex and the human body in action from inside an mri machine; very cool.
the title of this piece says it all; my roommate didn't replace the toiler paper, so i wrote a shakespearean tragedy dedicated to him.
in carnival and local pop culture news, i gave up on scorch magazine's articles ages ago, but bounce up this 1 the other day and was pleasantly surprised; where all dem woman does come from daddayyy?! well done.
striking back against revenge porn, social commentary from the real world; reclaiming her body+image; 1st link to her written story; 2nd link to an interview with link to her [consenting]photo-essay.
and videos to end; 1 for mere curiosity because this girl's foot exercises immediately struck me as being sooo slooow, but before i could even wonder why i realise the articulateness of her feet (this bitch have toes like fingers! swear!) and the intense focus on their movement made me feel like i was watching foot-porn, dread...now i'm intrigued by whether she knows...maybe it all slooow for spiiite...but seriously, toes like fingers; a bizarrely-compelling watch...

and this poem, her delivery, just yes...

walk good.