Thanksgiving 2014

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone: family, friends, loved ones, colleagues and associates.

Every year I am truly grateful for the life I have been allowed to live.

Again, this year, I can say it has been a genuine honor to be the son of my father and mother, and to have the sister that I do. I owe them the work of my hands, and the wonder of my thoughts, and the immortal warmth of still truer things they shared with me from my first days.

As for my friends… it has been a wild ride full of ups and downs, pinches of mayhem, laughing mischief, creative adventures, and crossing many finish lines at the last minute of the eleventh hour. To the one who preserved me at his own expense, my undying gratitude… soon I hope to be manifest as recompense.

To my new friends and colleagues beyond the sea in Asia, my appreciation for your trust and daring in sharing a wild dream. I hope to reward that same trust in the coming months and years.

Lastly and most importantly, to the Father of Lights, who tirelessly Windexes clean the dark lens through which I see this life and the fuller one beyond it, please accept my silence as praise and my tears as joy, for the mind of Man has yet to invent a language deep and lovely enough to echo your grace back to you. The patience you have shown me is the very air I breathe.

“Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that you measure it shall be measured to you again..”

Got it.

Peace to everyone who deserves it, to those who don’t, and even to those who don’t know what it is.

The Other Thing Behind The Curtain

Einstein predicted gravity could become so great that it collapses in on itself, creating the most destructive force in the known universe: the Black Hole. Nothing escapes it, not even light. It is a starving, gulping maelstrom that never ends; perpetual annihilation that spins and spindles entire galaxies.

Pride—that pale wave—can become so dense that it collapses back on itself as well. This results in intelligence so hideous, imagination so profane, there is no other place in eternity desecrated enough to allow it to enter in its full measure, so it must turn back on itself. A murderous Mobius loop so destructive it corrupts by glances the most sainted stuff from which souls are chiseled.

Such a pride-crushed being does exists.

It has many names—none of which modern Man takes seriously.

Devastated of its own spark by an immemorial treason, it has long since burned through its own spiritual ore; a great fusion demoted to flickers, asymptotically cooling to inconceivable spiritual cold.

Berserk, deranged, rabid: it is not the suave seducer of so many medieval caricatures and Saturday morning cartoons. Such satire is reserved for the least imaginative minds, parodies that keep and comfort the skeptics from shrieking too loudly.

There is a chemical element known as Darmstadtium (atomic number 110). The most stable isotope known in this family is Darmstadtium-281. It has a half-life of approximately eleven seconds.

Eleven seconds is probably how long your entire life seems compared to the immortal thing of which I speak. The entire history of the Human Race would be little more than thirty billion flash cards to a creature of this class, sorted in a shimmer.

Like sun-blinks on the sea this creature never sees your light but more the light you reflect, whether you know it or not.

Shopworn and tattered, it rots and riots within that guardhouse we clumsily call time-space, rattling those old braided prison bars, clutching through them with frustrated reach at anything slow enough for it to catch.

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About Nubian Skin

A nude bra and skin tone hosiery are the basics of every woman’s wardrobe, at least in theory.  For many women of colour, finding suitable skin-tone hosiery and lingerie has not been an option.  Frustrated by the lack of skin-tone choices to go with her ever-expanding wardrobe, Nubian Skin founder, Ade Hassan, decided it was time for ‘a different kind of nude’.

Inspired by trail blazing women, Eunice W. Johnson and super model Iman, who created Fashion Fair and Iman cosmetics, Ade took the leap and created Nubian Skin.  It’s been an uphill battle, but every revolution starts somewhere.

Nubian Skin launched with a carefully edited collection of lingerie and hosiery to provide the essential underwear needs of women of colour.  Headquartered in London, Nubian Skin delivers worldwide and looks forward to growing the company’s offering and expanding its reach.

So for all you beautiful women, next time you need a nude pair of hold-ups or maybe a nude strapless bra to go under that stunning white halter dress, Nubian Skin is only a few clicks away.

Empowering Women.

Embracing our Colour.

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