Thursday, December 30, 2010

Let's Get Materialistic

I'm not a huge watch wearer, but for these... Ohhh Yes.

Swatch watch, called the BlueFlash. With certain pieces, I like classic, streamline styles. The pictured above applies.
Nixon, I'm always sweating their watches. Up above we got the all gold 42-20 Chrono. 500 bones. Um, late Christmas present anybody?

Alexander Toy makes only 99 of each bag from his website. The above is titled the 'Logan', made of vintage washed charcoal lambskin. How sexy is this bag, I have a bad habit of sticking to strictly big, black, purses. $695.

It's not

It's not because you dedicated Mos Def's 'The Beggar' to me. It's not because you gave me the super name, Rio Copenhagen, because you thought it was better than my real last name. It's not because you're one of few to call me by my first name, which I'm rarely comfortable with. It's not because you're one of the most eccentric but easily cool people I've ever met in my life. It's not because of how ridiculously sexy you look in glasses. It's not because we have the best pillow talk, always. It's not because we can usually meet in the middle, between your experiences and my wit.

You know what it is? Life delivered you and your presence during a key time when I needed some care and attention when not even my own blood could give it to me. I was in disaster mode, starting 2 years ago, and you just being you, soothed the pain.

That's what I'm attached to. That you were there for all of that. I'm not hopeless, jaded that I won't ever meet someone like you, or even just another. Because there is NO one else like you and there are others.

But I don't know how to just chalk it up to life's timings and...detach.

#willing to take advice

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

words 1

Learn a new word people. I've taken it upon myself to teach you some below, high school vocab style.

eked [eek]: to increase, enlargen, lengthen
That compliment that dude gave you eked your ego ridiculously. Calm down.

proletariat: the class of wage earners, the working class
The proletariats of society always have some humility embedded in them.

disingenuous: lacking in frankess, candor, or sincerity
A disingenuous attitude is the quickest way to turn me off.

amenable: ready or willing to answer, act, agree, or yield
"Girl, he was so quick to be amenable that I was suspicious."

extol: to praise highly
Never hurts to extol someone when the actions are deserving.

rancorous: malicious resentfulness or hostility
Ol' rancorous lookin ass, forget her.
Love me some Emilio Rojas and the song strikes me.


La Falsa Moneda-Concha Buika
This is what I like to think of a song you would hear in the background of an international shot in a Bond film, or a Bourne film. Some sexy scene. Soulful, Spanish jazz.

I'm Trying

I'm trying, I really am. This whole friends thing. But once you go past a certain point, you knock down that barricade, is something like that ever possible? I've seen it, I've done it, you've seen it, you've done it.

But, I don't usually hold silent grudges against my friends. I don't take shit too personal because I know it'll blow over. I don't wonder what's going on when I'm not around.

But, I pray for you just like I pray for my friends. You hear that? Yea, I pray for you. I give you a gift with just as much thought as I'd give to my girl. I ask you about your day with a sincere interest to simply just know.

Instead, I'ma start praying that I figure out my tipping point. And pray that your quest to be a better person keeps stepping forward.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

"I Have Issues, I Love F*cking Women."

I had just wrapped up watching a movie with the moms and London and had the urge to ask him if I was a color, what did he think I would be. Gay I know. But I knew when I asked, he'd come up with the best, most personal color for me because his knowledge of the palette is broad.
        BRANG, BRANG. Right before his voicemail pops up, he answers. Small talk, he's watching TV, a movie? "Oh cool...what are you..." and he abruptly cuts me off. "I'm busy...I... have a friend over." I'm hip to his tone of voice and at that moment, he could not have sounded any more artificial. "Well, ok, call me after?" As he starts to respond with an Ok, I hear a loud, indignant, and furious female voice exclaiming "Oh you're busyyyy? Oh you have a friend over???"
       
Cue Jazmine Sullivan's "Goin In Circles (Holding You Down)".



Fast forward to a heated arguement, you openly delivering admittance of your issues, the liquor finally loosened your tongue ; I shoulda kept a bottle of Johnnie Walker around.  From my heavy heart, shooting you questions dripped with anger and confusion. You remembered to not lie to me, to stop beating around the bush, to respect me with your honest answers. Ain't that some shit.

Any possibility of a future is only going take time. With you, it's been the most ridiculous contradiction and volley of titles. Lovers, to friends, to maybe lovers?

Let's see where time takes you. I know where it'll take me, but you, can't be sure.
Time enabled your bad habits. I hope this go around, time halts, hinders, and blocks to make way for your resolutions.

Maybe I'll be there to see it. Or maybe I won't.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

"Well, let's meet up for a drink downtown, I think you'll like this one spot."

She's got her glass of red wine, I got my vodka/horchata/vanilla sugar rim drink in hand and we get settled into the plush couch. In no time at all, the conversation has turned into full coverage of the that one thing we can't live with but can't live without...males.
      The looming love of her life resides in Crenshaw. Mine, or my psuedo-would be luv, born and bred on the Westside. I'm wearing the leather jacket he got me last Christmas, nodding and smiling at her story about all the possibilities and differences with him. She wraps it up and starts asking about _____.
       Not even two sentences into my story, she stops me. "Rio, isn't that _____? Did he really just walk in?" I turn right around to catch HIM walking in, sneakered feet heading to the dim lit bar.  I immediately feel a little giddy, this would happen.
        After all, he took me here first on a date. I begin trying to speed up the details on his and I progress to her because this place is small, he's going to notice me real soon. I decide to finally send him a text, get his head swiveling for me.

"Nice grey hoodie...always liked that one."

Saturday, October 16, 2010

kush mexi



Brianna is infinetly better than me at light writing. I'm not even going to bother posting what I tried my hand at. Practice makes perfect?
My brother and I were watching the movie 'Green Zone' with Matt Damon, you know, one of the many war movies/Middle East conflict depictions put out. They were mentioning friendly fire and he asked me if I knew what that meant. I said well no, sounds basic though and in all seriousness he says to me, "Rio, when they claim someone was killed by friendly fire, it really means the goverment had someone take them out."
Oh? Well, ok. Good to know? Pearls of wisdom served by Dalton.
Call me Squinty Mcquint up there, I make myself laugh. Probably make any viewers laugh too.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Easily one of my favorite scenes, as pictured above, from Machete. Gun wielding, hot, Mexican, nurses in wedge heels...hahah. Workin all weekend, kinda bummin on that, but gotta sustain and maintain things.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Influencers: How Trends + Creativity Become Contagious

This looks interesting, discussion on the scope of influence and culture. Spotted the post on Sky Gellatly's blog., I'm an admirer of his writing/writing style, his personal blog in in my links.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I'm so impressed with this photo, and the photographer who took it, David Rochkind. This photo is taken of some migrants traveling up through Mexico on train. Which is actually very dangerous, many are robbed and vunerable due to how they are choosing to travel.  Ballsy photo.
Open letter to a Bad friend: (and I'm reluctant to ever use such a basic word, bad)

You were the unexpected surprise--- the generous, but covert bad friend. Your issues and person concerns ate up your ability to whole-heartedly be a good friend. Here are my list of offenses.
       First, you told me something that only worsened a very shocking situation. It did not offer any clarity, change anything,or make me feel better. If it did any of those things, this would be different. But in fact, it tore me up. Girlfriend, that is not called tact. I'm not strong, if at all, on 'ignorance is bliss' but that detail you gave me? Not necessary in the slightest.
            Two, a lesser offense, but you have to learn to trust/voice your gut intuitions. I would have appreciated you voicing one of those to me, since I always was proactive with this and it kept us out of much trouble. The one time you chose not to, it could have helped aid in a better end result. I do not blame you, but I hope after taking note of what damage you could have helped prevent, that you are better about this for yourself.
             Lastly, you left me, your friend who had recently suffered a sexual assault, alone with a guy I did not know, while I was in the early stages of trying to heal, SO you could go fuck his friend. I drove you, under false pretenses, and after the fact, you told me I could leave.
           That was the last straw, I could forgiven the other talk/lack thereof, but that was utmost selfishness, and to put it succintly, fuck a friend that would do that, knowing all that you knew.
                 
                     Sincerely,
                          Rio


**Sometimes I'm averse to how much I say/share on the internet, but I'm a writer and this is my blog, so damned if I don't write what I want to.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

sidewalk chalk

Cloudy weather had the sibs heading outside to sidewalk chalk it up, and I thought what the hell, I'm gonna join 'em. Made me feel young again, hah.




Please ignore my feet, they look dirty due to a funky ass sandal tan. The sun here is liable to do that to your feet. But yea, stay gold pony boy.

Friday, October 1, 2010

El Traspatio

The homie Carlos and I are checking out this film on Saturday at the Scottsdale Film Festival, titled El Traspatio, or in English, Backyard. It did very well at the Toronto Film Festival and it concerns a topic that for a long time has struck me, the violence women in Juarez, Mexico experience. The ruthless and undeserving treatment that makes these women victims is mindboggling, but what's worse is how little is done about it. This film is meant to educate.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Andy Warhol x Dom Perignon

A little late on the uptake, but I saw this in the most recent Juxtapoz issue, love the packaging and bottle. Andy Warhol x Dom Perignon? I think yes.
"One of Warhol’s favorite stories about Dom Pérignon was when he and his friends founded the “2,000″ club– a group of 20 people coming together to purchase 2,000 bottles of Dom Pérignon and will be drinking them together to celebrate the millennium. For them, the running joke was who would be around to drink it, but sadly, Warhol wasn’t there to celebrate the millennium by popping a copious amount of champagne."  -Freshness Mag
On my mind:

You know what irritates me? When people try to put a front on like they all have it figured out. Especially at this age, in the 20s. I'm a mere 21, and I have only a portion of what the real deal is broken down. Grew up in a particular religion all my life, but I got questions and concerns. Figuring out how I view, love, and respect myself; or improve on these things. How to market and shape my craft. Figure out the bitches from the down broads. The guys that are quality from those that just aren't. Be a better, constantly evolving me. We should be figuring these things out, it's supposed to be that way.
     However, more power to you if you have things worked out, bulleted, and understood better than the rest of us. Really, I mean that honestly. But for you, I hope you still get shitted on, schooled, caught up because you know why? That's what will help you progress or just consolidate what you already know. Then that's, THAT is when you have truly earned your spot. People go through this all through their 20s, and they say in the 30s you're sittin better, but between you and me, I see it going on at all ages.
        I think its just about always taking what you learn and shaping the shit out of it as you walk along. I been between a rock and hard place more than a few times already this year, and I'm trying to be patient with myself to work it out. And there's no one harder on me than myself.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

rant: You know what I'd like to know? What happened to sincerity. That shit is like the Lost Ark these days. A friend and I were discussing how you see many cases of what I like to call situational sincerity. An oppurtunity presents itself, set the scene yourself, we've all seen it, where the sincerity of the actions or words is but of temporary meaning. The heart in it just goes too quick. Mean what you say and do what you mean, or at least work a little harder at it.

randoms VIII



In this house, the Krylon stays in the pantry right next to the Ramen. Only way to go, if you ask me.
                           Went here to
         interview the artist that does this.
Technique of a classical painter, applied to scenes of grafitti, say WHA?! 
Sometimes you see some shit that automatically commands your respect and this was one of those cases. 

Monday, August 23, 2010

Jetsonorama, bringin art to new areas

There is an older cat up in northern Arizona by the name of Jetsonorama who is steadily bring a new vibe to his area by wheatpasting at various spots dotting his environment. He works as the resident doctor on the Navajo reservation but during his downtime, photographs and pastes pictures of the locals, bringing an entirely new element of art to people who find this type of thing very foreign to them. His work has garned him attention on prominent street art sites, such as Unurth and Juxtapoz.
I had the pleasure of doing a phone interview with him earlier this year and I must say to date, it was one of the most enjoyable conversations I've had the pleasure of participating in. Open, engaging, with many a story. A writer couldn't ask for more from an interviewee.

For the females, by the females

Besides blogs that are run for females by females, I have to give it to the brands that are male inclined, but still show love to the girls. 2 strong examples, the Meow from The Hundreds and a recent startup of a female voice, Lady 8ers on the Rebel 8 blog. They are fuckin holding it down, and I love the photos they post.





Up's ladies, for puttin in your tastes and point of views.

brain $cramble:


What do you do when your lips don't maintain the articulation of your thoughts? We all have times when more moments of raw honesty slip out than usual.  That's when I curse my muthalovin' mind for not being on top of things like I normally am...but...I had an important person make a comment recently that I seem to say the most when I don't intend to. Well isn't that a problem then, considering I like to mean what I say and say what I mean.
         Throwing the 'In Construction' sign up on that one.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

conversation snippets

S: “Naw, if Ima get my dick sucked, I want it to be because the right bitches recognize my talent.”

Me: “Oh, not because you’re cute?”
S: “No, that can happen any time, for any one, I want to be on another level now. It’ll mean more.”

Damn, the things some people say. Never fails to get a laugh outta me.



In regards to our conservative-tastes inclined mother (meaning no liking for caffeine or alcohol, my sister commented: “Oh she gave you a hard time for getting coffee? Next time just tell her you’ll grab a beer.”

Monday, August 9, 2010

school Ya, version 1

school Ya:

1)  According to Global Post, the former Mexican president Vicente Fox supports the legalization of drugs as a combatant to the drug wars raging in Mexico. Claiming "Legalization does not mean that drugs are good ... but we have to see (legalization of the production, sale and distribution of drugs) as a strategy to weaken and break the economic system that allows cartels to earn huge profits," Fox wrote in a posting over the weekend."  I hear what he's saying in a sense, here in America during the early 1900s, the Prohibition only worked for so long. I'm interested to know the details on this; Mary Jane may be one thing, but coke and amphetamines be damned.

2) In Afghanistan, the Taliban placed utmost importance on the burqa because it was believed a woman's face was considered a source of corruption to men unrelated to them. Damn, why it gotta be like that?! What do they make of uncles, fathers, brothers, who molest their female family members? Yea, that's what I thought.

3) check out NY mc The Illz, reading the blog of the ladies from YFT put me on. Good lookin dude, but good soundin flows. If you like Emilio Rojas, you'll probably dig this dude.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Mexican shit. I put on for my...background. Ha.

 (photos via Mex and the City)

Ambitious girl, I won't forget you

Saw this over on senorita Abi, who's blog I read quite frequently, and I couldn't resist re-posting, lol. Not without due credit of course.



This spurned some thought., glad to know there are men out there that can fully appreciate this quality in a female. Ambition scares some, makes a dude realize this girl might be more than him. And you know what? She very well might be. So do likewise, pick up some ambition and DO SOMETHING. We wanna see something else in you too before we invest in you.


"The worker, she worth it."

Friday, July 30, 2010

Off the cuff:


You're going to value my intelligence. You're going to value my smart ass retorts to any joke you attempt to crack. How my hair curls over my shoulders, my eyes when I'm studying you as you talk, and my hips, Oh man the hips. But that does not mean I do not have my eye on you. Your compliments will flatter me, but do not forget you are dealing with someone who knows her way around words. I place high value in wordplay and their meaning, but only a fool would be naive enough to think that it means shit unless you TALK about it as well as BE about it.



Tell me I'm wrong. Or better, tell me I'm right.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

brain $crambles

Brain $crambles

1. Inception, that flick will make you think! See it if you haven't. Get your money's worth from Hollywood for once.

2. I've been forced to re-route my plans for school in the fall. Was given my second choice, not first, so I'm gonna play shit smart. Meaning: bide my time, do what needs to be done, and not sweat that it didn't come first.

3. My unconventional taste has brought me a treat I haven't had in a while. Mmm Mmm.

4. Hello SF come August!

5. I need to discuss it with the esposa, but I'd like to get a trip in the works to London.

6. You need to know if you're gonna be a good friend, cool coworker, or someone trying to spit some game at me; make me think something new, teach me something, school me on something. You'll either continue to add to the great opinion I already have of you or you gained mad brownie points.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Greg Gossel, ftw! This one's for you Dashawn.

Skateistan

I saw a small sidebar on this organization called Skateistan. Did some reading on it and I'm real impressed with what they do and how they go about it.
           Skateistan is a co-educational skate school based in Kabul, Afghanistan that began with Australian skaters Oliver Percovich and Sharna Nolan. Children in Kabul were eager to learn to skate, so Percovich and Nolan stretched three boards and taught a group of kids. From there, the idea emerged to give the kids a chance to learn something that will help them 'transcend social barriers' and give them something positive despite the strife that may surround them.
(Afghan children hold their skateboards as they wait in line to take part in a skateboarding competition at Skateistan, a co-educational skateboarding school in Kabul on June 21, 2010. (REUTERS/Omar Sobhani) Big Picture Boston

If I knew how to do anything more than push wood, I'd volunteer in a heartbeat. They include both the boys and the girls, it's so cute to see the little girls wear the headscarves with the helmet over it, there's some ethnic differences for you.