#Episode01 [PDX, Origin] w/ @Desiraegun
#Episode02 [Hawthorne, Renaissance] w/ Daniel M. Austin
#Episode03 [Sandy, Hooked] w/ Eric Alexander Moore
#Episode04 [Suenos De Gorditos En Division] w/ Grace Sadie Cejas
#Episode05 [Hob Nobbing on Morrison] w/ Ray McMillin
#Episode06 [King/Curious] w/ Alex Avery
#Episode07 [Good Neighbors / Dekum] w/ Rochelle Cote
#Episode08 [The New Deal, Halsey] w/ MYQ
#Episode09 [Stork to Cancer] w/ Matt Gubser
#SpecialEdition [Rose Tinted Quarter]
#BlackMagicMIC [Reparation$ EP]
Broken Wings 01:47
Samson: Run & Hyde 04:08
4EverJung Freestyle 03:45
P.A.P.E.R. (Reparation$) 05:18
Let me tell you about the Living Option. How familiar are you with quantum theory?
Me neither. But I was always fascinated with the Multiverse. The concept that our
choices cannot be contained by pessimism. Alternate universes hold a candle to the
dark side of regret. Schrödinger was this Viennese scientist who may or may not
have had a cat. He certainly had ideas, but maybe we should go back to Descartes.
When I was in college, I once decided to start my weekend on a Wednesday. It led
to a good deal of work about a week and a half later, but freeing myself from the
traditional confines of our scholastic social schedule provided very real relief. I didn’t
even skip my classes, I just decided I was on my own time and wrote my thoughts
down as rap lyrics.
I took a Philosophy intro class as an undergrad, with an unintentionally hilarious
professor. She told us about “the old dry Kant” and once mistook a mid sized canine
for a turkey through her classroom window. She also told us some shit about Descartes.
It stuck. I was like a lost boy searching for Queens when I heard a little story bout Rene
Descartes. Shit fucked with my head. This fool went off on some spaced out wonderland.
He was saying we don’t know anything. We’ve all been brainwashed. And I grew up
Catholic. I was like – fucking right – I came up so messed up, they taught me the human
body is inherently evil and had me panicked over mortality before I could grow a beard.
Descartes realized he wasn’t sure of anything and started to work on deprogramming.
I figured that sounded like a pretty good idea. So, fuck what you thought we knew about
our choices. Rene got me thinking outside the box or whatever, but Erwin Schrödinger
destroyed the box like a razor blade. Also, he murdered a feline; but it was only theoretical.
Basically, Erwin suggested – based on thorough examination of a photon’s path – that light
travels simultaneously as a wave and particle. He witnessed contradictory behaviors in the
journey of a light beam, projected through perforated screens. I’m not a freaking scientist –
but, here’s what Schrödinger concluded:
Perception impacts reality. In scenarios of dual uncertainty – heads or tails, a fork in the road,
living or dying – before we know the causal outcome of our decision, both results exist
simultaneously. He had a bunch of equations to support this, but honestly I was never too
concerned about the math. I just appreciated the concept of the multiverse, an unending web
of unlived possibility.
For a long time, I would imagine the alternate realities as a fanciful distraction. Any failure or
regret could be filed under another world. Something like Candide. Everything works out for
the best. Then I started reading Stephen Hawking and fell in. A brief history became my Bible.
I saw signs of the multiverse everywhere. The Berenstain Bears Problem. Mandela’s Dilemma.
Discrepancies in Disney films. Dewey Defeats Truman?
When my marriage failed, I managed a level of despondence beyond what I understood to be
possible from my hereditary struggle with depression. I realized I was unable to kill myself. I
also realized something else. Within any idea of the multiverse, an act of suicide was futile.
Merciless in its absurdity, the revelation instilled in me some bit of perverse hope.
Any given moment, we can live or die – whether by an intentional act of suicide, or some
random accident. However, as creatures of ego, we may never perceive our own death.
Admittedly, temporary brain death can lead to fascinating/time-suspended visions. However,
we can (perhaps) agree that the termination of human life must separate mind from brain and – if
you like, body from spirit. Regardless of one’s view of the afterlife, our perception – such as it
may be – can not conceivably continue in the egoistic individualism of american ambition.
Ergo. We live or die, any moment. Death leads elsewhere, but life leaves us trapped in this same
mortal mind. In which case, an intentional act of suicide could result in two possible outcomes –
success or failure. In the event of a failed suicide, we’re stuck alive on earth. If your suicide
succeeds, your liminal consciousness would suspend and terminate. Ego follows the Living
Option. Suicide is pointless – you’ll never be aware of a successful attempt. Killing yourself
intentionally – under the logic of quantum theory – is a plan that can never succeed.
Admittedly, all of humankind is not trapped within your singular ego. We may perceive your
death. But you will not. So why try? Embrace the Living Option.
A. [in which i hardly mention pokemon]
so, clinton did some ironic shit. i love the clintons more,
the longer i pay attention. they don’t even try to hide their
fraud. it’s gorgeous. voter registration is a mother fucker,
isn’t it? how y’all feel about murder? i feel like it’s time to
get real as hell right now. because i sound crazy when
i observe history (give or take a bit of perspective).
i hate capitalism. hate it. hate. capitalism. why is that?
maybe, because i pay attention. and as far as i can tell,
capitalism always becomes a choice. between a person
and a dollar. and the dollar always wins.
this is why i fear corporate personhood.
because, the only reason for a corporation to become a
person is to absolve individual people from their complicity
in the cycle of violence. this is one of those light pieces.
everybody wakes up at their own pace, in their own time.
my approach to liberation involved a lot of hip hop & way too
much of the bush administration. in 2005, congress passed
the military commissions act. people mostly didn’t notice.
i remember, as part of the Hip Hop 101 Conference at Oberlin
College – one of the years i was there – Tricia Rose came to
speak. i’d never heard of her. but she said something that
messed with me. “black people are the original product of
capitalism.” go ahead and argue.
B. [our thesis or whatever]
fucking voter fraud. god damn it. apparently sanders lost. this is
what i hear. cool, buddy. so now i’m a mad man (again) but i don’t
take direction particularly well and millions of us are unwilling to
vote for clinton. so here we are, homie.
now let me clarify:
i’m focusing on pokemon go at the moment for some reason. i’d like
to argue someone asked me to, but that’s not completely accurate.
in any case – here’s what clinton said:
hold up, let me paraphrase. because honestly her joke writers are
fucking up. here’s what she should have said. “Could Somebody
Ask Pokemon To Go To The Polls In November … !?”
i keep reflecting on the holocaust.
on how many pokemon keep going to holocaust museums and
somehow about how close we’ve been in 2016 to a holocaust
survivor in the White House. what would it mean in 2016 to see
a holocaust survivor in the oval office? jesus fucking christ.
i would find it comforting. like french toast in the morning and
a solid wifi connection. like the warm bosom of a plump woman.
anyhow. everybody does what the fuck they have to do. i’m not
sure if pokemon is a distraction, if dallas is a distraction. i can’t
tell effective resistance from establishment, from chaos.
how do we change the world? through marching?
through speaking? writing? people tell me that social media has
zero impact (even after the egyptian revolution and black twitter
on ferguson) and even after the bible and shakespeare and Johnny
Swift. i believe stand up comedy could be the most perfect iteration
of the first amendment but my shows have no audience so what
the fuck do i know? meanwhile, the african genocide is ongoing.
but hill dog is right, tho. oregon is starting to catch on (white
supremacy notwithstanding). oregon implemented a semi-
universal voter registration: all you have to do is get a driver’s
license. which is pretty cool. thanks, oregon.
pokemon go seems to have tapped into 99% of the folks with
access to LTE or the verizon network or fiber optics or however
the fuck all this stuff works – i have no marketable skills.
but, these days homeless kids have iPhones and technically
i’m one of them. go privilege. i sort of concluded that my life has
been synonymous with gentrification. apparently, i’m white –
according to my politics. and i’m sheltered enough to believe
a trump presidency would be better than the binary alternative
we’ve been presented with. but after the myth of the minority,
all we have is a lot of people getting fucked over by a few…
and i’m nostalgic for a time when i believed in some shit. i haven’t
been excited for a while. but in middle school, sega released an
x men game for genesis and it was all any of us could talk about.
i actually hate pokemon (and barney and power rangers) cuz my
fantasy of choice involves marvel comics and hours of imaginary
superpowers and magic the gathering and one busted ass game
of D&D with a playing card wielding dungeon master.
my imagination is full these days but back in the Nintendo Days,
anything was possible in the jungles of Contra.
at the time, i didn’t realize where contra was set. i didn’t know
about the CIA operation, instigated through Reagan’s administration
– to infect POC with addiction and disease, i didn’t know that Just Say No
was an ironic attack on the same populations the Gipper was targeting
through his racist policing and trickle down supremacy. at the time,
i didn’t know what a semi automatic weapon could do in a crowded
school or dance club or movie theater. i just thought the graphics looked
cool in 16 or 64 bits, whatever we could get our hands on. community
manifested through teamwork in a ninja turtle arcade game at chuckie
i wasn’t stressing racism as a 5 year old at Croyden Court, i was mostly
concerned about sharing someone else’s toys instead of mine. about
figuring out how to manipulate mario with the dexterity of the neighbor’s
downstairs. i’ve spent my whole life lost in media. watching Mario Mario
wander the depths of imaginary plumbing. hearing alec baldwin send
me into the crevasse – because sometimes the only way out is directly
through the shit.
D: Not All Who Wander
i want to be the black bill murray. or the male tina fey. i want a reason
to hate lorne michaels. i’ve spent my life watching comics dissect our
dysfunctional utopia. universal dystopia. whatever.
i want to be #BlackMagicMIC
i’d like to recall Hip Hop again; i wish i could time travel back to 1984
and be the illest emcee of all time. for all time. i want to get the GOAT.
i want to be the greatest or the best or the first. not the first black. just.
the. first. nahmean? i want a month longer than february. i want a family
tree without no strange fruit. i’m jusayin. i want another chance, please.
a workshop from Angela Davis and a cuban cypher. a song from assata
or a lost biggie verse. i want to fucking feel something again. please.
but i heard orpah bought BET and i believe Black means more than shadow.
i’ve heard a lot of theories bout a lot of shit. but i’d still like to believe that
all men are created equal. and i wonder which app dismantles patriarchy.
cuz with all the bullets flying i can’t find the friendly fire. so if i could choose,
i guess i wouldn’t mind a little monster on my side. whatever you call it.
the movement is not dependent on sanders. i got a grocery
bag full of receipts and some of y’all forgot yours at the store.
check this out. it’s july 8 the democratic convention is july 25.
what’s happening? we could talk about kissinger. manifest
destiny. vietnam. syria. it goes so far and so deep. we could
talk about domino theory. here’s how i see it: nixon spoke of
the silent majority. “americans” know the myth of the minority.
factually: europe is not a continent. people of color have never
been a minority. sanders terrified somebody: the 99% is real
as hell. am i against the military? no. am i against muslims? no.
i am a writer. who speaks. and now is the time for speech.
bc the NRA won’t speak up about Philando Castile. and this
week even #AllLivesMatter Bros don’t care about the white kid
police shot. bc i was hesitant to post cop memes in the sanders
dank meme stash. i don’t envy schulz. bless loretta lynch’s heart.
i still have faith in warren. nothing against biden. this is deeper.
like jefferson and sally hemmings. deep enough John Lewis
doesn’t want to talk about it. let’s talk about intersectionality.
about how often people accuse me of being white when they
hear my beliefs and opinions let’s talk about the 99%. 2050
is the estimated date when white people become the minority
in the USA. it has already happened in california. millenials
polled, recently reported that 51% of them are Not Straight.
the world is changing. someone took the wrong lesson from
the civil rights movement. things can change, if we work. so
now the senate is sitting in and protesting, filibustering…
sanders is getting booed. what are you going to do? “when
will it end?” no. what are you going to do? bc i recall
i remember hillary’s race baiting, her refusal to hold a fucking
press conference, her lack of accountability, her willingness
to throw black folks under the bus, and queer folk, and women,
and the poor, and felons, and victims of sexual violence…
i been in the streets, watching police lie first, and ask questions
later. we talk of white guilt but who is white? if race is a construct
and the one drop rule was invented to control populations – what
do we know?
prescott bush sent material resources to hitler. the clintons betrayed
their black constituents. hillary backed bush in his witch hunt for UMDs.
we have two weeks until the convention. months til November.
we got video proof of the genocide and several organized coalitions.
what you got?