A few words from a guy called Cicero:

A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.

Sums it up nicely.

The Ass of Nations

Ass of Nations
At the risk of being sexist I direct this comment more at women than men.

There is a big difference between having a butt and having an ass.

The Deadlift and Barbell Lunge are invaluable routines for women dedicated to sculpting a truly bikini and skimpy panty-worthy ass. But only the Squat promises the glory of the Ass of Nations—an ass that can bring world peace.

And who doesn’t want world peace?

Here are some great tutorial videos from for the above exercises:

Barbell Full Squat

Clean Deadlift

Barbell Lunge

If you want world peace you should be doing these exercises. Go easy and light at first, find your proper form, and you will be astonished at the results 60 to 90 days in.

World peace: it is worth it.

Don’t be an ass.

Have one.

Hit the Bag

To anyone seriously invested into losing weight, loosening up, building muscle and getting a little self-defense as a bonus…

I say hit the bag.

For thirty minutes, for an hour or for two.

You’ll burn calories like firewood.

Buy a good punching bag or find one at your gym. Get wrist wraps and bag gloves that fit and support properly and punch your fat away.

Hit the bag.


Starting next year I will be aggressively separating myself and my businesses from any partners, vendors, contractors, freelancers, programmers, producers, or clients who are incapable of timely and detailed communication.

I no longer have any need for people with whom I am involved in a project who cannot advise me in a timely and consistent manner as to their status, progress or expected completion date.

I will be restructing all relationships to reflect this new condition.

There will be no exceptions.

Art Direction for Lingerie

Ladies, just because some lingerie might look good on some scrawny run way model doesn’t mean it will look good on you.

Let me clarify that statement: nothing looks good on some skeletal figure starved of all its natural curves, seams, tucks and planes. Health and wellness is the best lingerie.

Now I will confess that I am athletic and have been for my entire life. I started martial arts when I was seven years old and began regular weight training a few years later. Therefore, I seek a toned, proportional figure on a woman. I don’t like chubby or obese, and I don’t like grabbing a girl who feels like a pillow case of drumsticks. In my opinion lingerie should perfectly compliment a woman’s proportions: height, weight, curves, symmetries and her skin color.

For black women with medium to dark skin many of them miss opportunities to wear pastels like peach, orange, red or pink, gold, teals, nudes, or sea foam green.

For example, powder or sky blue against black skin is a striking combination. Working tone-on-tone, black skin looks great with black, bronzes and taupes. High contrast white and/or its softer cousin cream is always a good choice. Coordinated bras and panties, in matching colors that offer contrast to a black woman’s skin, is the perfect gift wrapping to an already irresistible racial palette.

As a minimalist, I think women sometimes over-complicate lingerie. I do not mean garters, garter belts or chokers; I am talking about unconsidered colors that not only clash with her skin, but contradict her assets, and overpower with uncomplimentary textures and patterns. Again, if it looks good on a magazine cover or a manikin it doesn’t necessarily mean it will look good on anyone else.

Every woman has her own beauty. Most importantly, lingerie should maximize a woman’s confidence.

Your girlfriend is wearing lingerie as much for you as for her and you should always appreciate the many investments she makes for you in your relationship—including the daring choices of intimate apparel. I mention this because I enjoy bringing my artistic sensibilities to a woman’s wardrobe. Most girls are pretty fashionable and have a great eye for what look good on them, but on occasion they develop a blind spot (possibly out of sentimentality or because someone once told her ‘that won’t work’).

I often take pictures of my girlfriends’ skin, sample it in Adobe Photoshop and use Kuler to create an African-American skin map that reflects color options for her. The details are a bit technical but the below map allows her to sample colors that would soften her ensemble or make it pop, or anything in between. All of these colors would perfectly compliment her though cut, fabric and patterns remain to be considered.

ebony-map-v4The point is this: beautiful woman is already beautiful.

Lingerie is just tinsel, but who doesn’t mind looking and playing with tinsel?

Loved by the Sun

I have seen the mystics play there
Once or twice but I knew they had a reason
Enchantment plays it’s cards all right
Hand in hand with the working of the seasons
Legends can be now and forever
Teaching us to love for goodness sake
Legends can be now and forever
Loved by the sun, loved by the sun

Two and two go so close together
Whether there is hope that is torn apart
In the words of all that’s singing
Hand in hand the beginning is at the start
Legends can be now and forever
Teaching us to reach for goodness sake
Legends can be now and forever
Loved by the sun
Loved by the sun

Who sings of all of love’s eternity
Whose shines so bright
In all the songs of love’s unending spells

Only lightning strikes all that’s evil
Teaching us to love for goodness sake
Hear the music of love eternal
Teaching us to reach for goodness sake
Legends can be now and forever
Teaching us to love for goodness sake
Sweet songs of youth, the wise, the meeting of all wisdom
Sweet songs of youth, the wise, the meeting of all wisdom
Sweet songs of youth, the wise, the meeting of all wisdom

To believe in the good in man
To believe in the good in man
To believe in the good in man

Album: Legend
Song: Loved by the Sun
Music by Tangerine Dream
Lyrics by Jon Anderson

The Bard of Armagh / The Streets of Laredo

There is song I like known to American audiences as The Streets of Laredo. It was made famous by Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash.

However, the original song is an Irish ballad from 1697 and was written by Patrick Donnelly, the Bishop of Dromore. In that same year the Irish government passed the Bishops Banishment Act that banished all Catholic bishops from Ireland in favor of the Anglican Church of Ireland. As a result Bishop Patrick Donnelly left the pulpit (officially) and began to wander his native Ireland as a traveling minstrel. He played the harp by all accounts.

The song Bishop Donnelly wrote that would later be called The Streets of Laredo was originally called The Bard of Armagh and has been a favored Irish ballad for over 300 years.

Here is the original lyrics to the original song The Bard of Armagh (the music is the same):

Oh list’ to the lay of a poor Irish harper,
And scorn not the strings in his old withered hands,
But remember those fingers, they once could move sharper,
To raise up the strains of his dear native land.

It was long before the shamrock, dear Isle’s lovely emblem,
Was crushed in its beauty by the Saxon’s lion paw,
And all the pretty colleens around me would gather,
Called me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.

How I love to muse on the days of my boyhood,
Though four score and three years have fled by since then.
Still it gives sweet reflection, as every young joys should,
For the merry-hearted boys make the best of old men.

At a fair or a wake I would twist my shillelagh,
And trip through a dance with my brogues tied with straw.
There all the pretty maidens around me would gather,
Called me their bold Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.

In truth I have wandered this wide world over,
Yet Ireland’s my home and a dwelling for me.
And, oh, let the turf that my old bones shall cover
Be cut from the land that is trod by the free.

And when Sergeant Death in his cold arms doth embrace me,
And lulls me to sleep with old ‘Erin-go-Bragh’,
By the side of my Kathleen, my dear pride, oh, place me,
Then forget Phelim Brady, the Bard of Armagh.