Dave Ghetto Is The MF TRUTH.

Never faked the funk.
Take notes.

TINTIN. Finally.

I seem to remember us saying something about this last summer or so...
but the jig is up and at least one resident 7 year-old will be on the edge of his seat.

in today's technological times, it seems perfect to capture the spirit of a comic so ahead of it's time.

Te-Nehisi Breaks It Down. Get Your Civil War History On.

That's right y'all. The Civil War is YOUR history, too.
Senior editor at the Atlantic Monthly, Te-Nehisi Coates breaks it down:

"In our present time, to express the view of the enslaved--to say that the Civil War was a significant battle in the long war against bondage and for government by the people--is to compromise the comfortable narrative. It is to remind us that some of our own forefathers once explicitly rejected the republic to which they'd pledged themselves, and dreamed up another country, with slavery not merely as a bug, but as its very premise. It is to point out that at this late hour, the totems of the empire of slavery--chief among them, its flag--still enjoy an honored place in the homes, and public spaces, of self-professed patriots and vulgar lovers of "freedom." It is to understand what it means to live in a country that will never apologize for slavery, but will not stop apologizing for the Civil War.

In August, I returned to Gettys­­burg. My visits to battlefields are always unsettling. Repeatedly, I have dragged my family along, and upon arrival I generally wish that I hadn't. Nowhere, as a black person, do I feel myself more of a problem than at these places, premised, to varying degrees, on talking around me. But of all the Civil War battlefields I've visited, Gettys­burg now seems the most honest and forward-­looking. The film in the visitor center begins with slavery, putting it at the center of the conflict. And in recent years, the National Park Service has made an effort to recognize an understated historical element of the town--its community of free blacks."

Read more here.

Where Sorbet Rules. Scream.

i went into a little place that served great coffee one morning.
it was in the Temescal district of the town and they served vegan donuts.
o.k. i know a bit more on the back-story on those, but needless to say: they're delicious.
but anyways, i met a crazy bloke who went on and on about starting a sorbet shoppe.
about how someone he knew was a genius sorbet alchemist.

well, he wasn't kidding.
hence, SCREAM now exists.

if you know anything about the crew here, you know that we rock decadence to the fullest.
in that vein, SCREAM sorbet could serve as some patron saint of heavenly, cool tidings.

word.

after a fill 'er up kind of dinner at Zachary's on college ave....
Chicago style stuffed pizza and our share of Fat Tire
(people always wanna order a pitcher of, but Z's frowns on and denies...)

it was time for something light, easy, and well...decadent.
there was no second guessing a trip to SCREAM.

and the perfect selection lay there smack dab in the middle of the shop seeming to giggle, "...you GOT your girl, right here, daddy-o!"

chilled and dressed to kill in gold crinkle and adhesive white print...

Pistachio Cardamom Orange Cookie Sorbet Sandwich.

'Halle-berry-freaking-lujah.'

if you want to sweep someone off their feet through a desert unsuspecting, act like you don't know where you're going one night sometime around Telegraph and 51st and just amble in: "Oh I don't know, I'll just go for the Pistachio, Carda,... Carda..oh just give me THAT one."

Share it.
And if there hasn't been a smooch before this- there's definitely one in the cards after this.

TTFN.

-b

The Marbled Godwit. Sara Varon.

...news from the Marbled Godwit.

we have to admit we've been captivated at Chrissy Fields watching these stately creatures wade ankle to belly high poking for snacks....

we have to admit it was one of our son's birthday over the weekend.

we have to admit work on many report cards for children are still in process.

we have to admit this weekend saw the kind of climate that allowed children to fake-ice skate on plastic-puzzle floored rinks under afternoon sun...be able to see the moon, Mount Diablo, Alcatraz, the Farallon Islands, Napa, and San Jose, all in one 360 degree spin on the Bay Bridge.

...and it's December 5th, 2011, northern Califas.

call it a beautiful life moment in time.
a snapshot of lots going on and appreciation in full effect.

it's monday. game on.


so until the podcast is up, read-up our latest cold-crush:
Sara Varon's, Bake Sale.


T h i s B o o k I s
L o v e l y .


here's something nice about Sara here.
and can you believe she's also a recreational boxer?!
(...if her jabs are on point as her humorous nuance- she a BEAST in the ring, yo..)

-we've been down since Chicken and Cat. (hill- ar ee usss!!!)

B. Girl.

Jules Urich.

If you have lived the b-boy, b-girl experience...
then you know there's something authentic with this.

nice.

it was kinda cool how Project Blowed did a little bit...

from the West, we always trip off how the breakin' flavor gets a little spread on the East/West contrast jimmie jammie.

ioow'no.
all i can say is there's something real about B-Girl.

can't fake moves, yo.
ill cameos.

Encuentro. Holy Moly.

grown folk swils-aggah.’

no foolin.

have you ever been in love? perhaps you’re in love now- all fresh up in it...
or maybe you vaguely remember what it was like; as a french kiss in the Alps...
(hmmm. or somewhere quite else...)

BOCA!! BOCA!! BOCA!!

but what i’m getting at is: if you've ever known love
and wish to experience it in a completely new and different way,

head on over to Encuentro.
202 2nd street. oakland, ca 94607.

so, i was looking to romance myself after feeling a little inspired on the guitar

having hashed out a few lost chords; finishing touches on the holiday drum & bass EP
(craziness, totally.)

when i said, “freak-it. i’m bouncing over there. cash budget and all.”

oh baby. the bruchetta. black sea salt, pepper jam, avocado, persimmon, chevre,
olive (oil) supreme....
a superb red wine,

a teeny bottomless glass of water...

heaven.

and the crowd looks good.
like you’d expect of angels.
tended to by lordy lordy sidekicks with disarming sweetness.

just go.

bring someone you’ve been dying to talk to for awhile.
or just show up with the latest GQ like I did and giggle to yourself on snarky lines interspersed amongst bird-eyed fashion-istos.

topping off a hard-won week of teaching and witnessing my 5th graders knock learning targets out the box.

way out.

me smiling at Netflix & a demitasse of ice cream.

(oh and about that podcast thing: catch it this Sunday evening 12/4/11....sorry we’re running late!)