2014, a marker year

Some of you may know from previous entries that I stated that I would try to post more, but as always life got in the way which lead to me really not inspired to do much of anything. It has been a quite a year. Of all the times for me to feel uninspired to write, it was an observant writer's dream no to. So many events, deaths, and moments.

The years started for me with some optimism. 2013 wasn't a bad year for me but I was looking to ride the high I had toward the tail end of the year into 2014, and it did. I got out aside my reluctance and met some pretty cool people. Also was able to build my tolerance with people (because I really don't like people) and enriched my ways of searching for solutions. My single streak was also broken

It was awsome to finally see the world cup back as well and see the brief popularity of soccer in the USA. by the wall, the USA played pretty well and everyone should be proud of them but now that they can play with the big boys, they have to now learn to beat the big boys. It was great to see Brazil host the game that Brazilans perfected, but the climax of their competition was heart breaking. You simply cant win a game on heart, and that was the lesson Germany taught us. But with a new coach (kinda) brazil has yet to loose a game since the world cup. Hopefully they can make it up to us in Copa America.

By the time spring semester was winding down I could not wait to start my break. But shortly after it starting I heard the news that a friend of mines father had passed away, whom I and many others simply knew him as "Pops". But little did I know the grieving would not stop there. As I do most summers, I stayed in Jersey in the company of friends, my grandparents, and girlfriend's. Seen my teammate endure a very grusome injury, that still gives me chills thinking about it. But it is good to see Kalea recover well. It was rough   for me financially and some good people helped me out, and I personally thank them for it.  

Toward the twilight of the summer, much of my time was job searching back in Delaware and getting everything prepared for the fall semester. But a chapter in my life was only beginning to end. 

There must of been an calling of mortal angels to the afterlife beause it was almost eerie to see how many of my friends lost someone, including celebrities and people gone due to violence. Anyone who knew me, knew my pop pop. 

There was no bigger figure in my life than this man. Within him I lost and grandfather, a father,  and a best friend. When they someone is irriplaceable, he's it. There will never be anyone in the world that will have my back like he did. He didnt needed to do any of the things he did for me. All of it was his choice and for someone reason put so much faith and time in me. And when I gave up on basketball to tryout other sports he completely supported it even though everyone else didnt like it. Especially the fact that it was him who drove me 45 min every morning to expensive NBA basketball camps, he didnt mind and understood why I did not want to play anymore. He would even heard it from other family members about me saying that he spoiled me and etc. But he always defended me, and truly got upset when anyone sin the family bad mouthed me. So when I got that call on September 16, 2014 you better believed every once of moisture my eyes could hold were gone. Theres still a hole in my heart that will never fill. I could go on and make this whole entry about him because he deserves that. For the sake of completing this I won't but its hard limit the words I could tell you how much this man meant to me and just how hard its been for me to move on. I will leave it at that.

During the time of pop pop's passing, there was also alot going on in the world of news with Micheal Brown, Robin Williams, and Maylasian airplane disappearance. This is what the sixties most of been like. Protesters hitting the streets and police beating up people, it was almost like being back in time. This really created a divide throughout the country but the media finally focusing the killing of young black men not only by self proclaimed neighborhood watchers, but police as well. Its been going on for awhile now but this year it really seemed the force its way in to the homes of surburban America through television. What was surprising to see was just how much racism still exist in this country. Unfortunatly, there are a few Americans who seem to believe it and think that every prosecution and killing of a young African American is warranted. this is why there is so much anger. Its an epidemic of young black men that would truly get more attention had it been anyother race, and the fact that police can also be imcompetent with there jobs and abuse their powers on not just black men but anyone. Women,children, and people with special needs are all victims of this. So that fact that there is a divide in this country about this and the rest of the world can clearly see this as a problem too shows just how lost in their ways some americans are. 

Its not to say all cops are bad, (and the fact that has to be said is really just a deflection) its that they dont have anyone repercussions to their mistakes. And that there can be holes in their story but will always get off. The fact that cops know how to set up a scene of a crime once they've done wrong is always forgotten. But the pressure of the people is consistent and that is the only way your (our) voices will ever be heard. That is what I can say is the most positive outcome I can say about this year. 

I eneter this year with a fracture heart but hope each month with make it easier to mend. 2014, Gone but never forgotten

RIP

David Gautier

Keith Davis

George E. Wilson 

The peddler's son

Once there was a little boy who peddled fish on the streets with his father. The father peddled down one block while son peddled another. The modest boy found it hard for he was not as vocal as his father, and for weeks could not sell the an mount of fish for him and his father to get by. One day the father, furious with his son, made the choice to omit his son from the shack house and add the boy's fish cart to his, believing he could double his sales. The boy took to the streets with only selling fish as his trade. So roamed till he could no longer see land, made fishing line and fished at the waterfront ahead of him. He reeled in plenty of fish, until one moment he retrieved a fish he had never seen before. With shimmering scales and large fins, the boy kept the fish in a separate bucket. The boy, knowing he was not the best salesman, took to the local fish market to sell his catchings. The merchant repayed the boy for the fish with enough earnings for the boy to eat for two weeks. Then the boy handed the merchant the bucket with the gorgeous fish. The merchant's jaw dropped at what he saw. The fish was extremely rare and was known to no longer exist. The boy would rewarded handsomely for catch enough to have a market of his own if he wanted. Instead he bought a shack house near the waters where he roamed until other fish peddlers would come to him to buy. One day, one if those peddlers were his father. Over joyed to see what the boy had became, the father rejoiced and said " together we could really do great business together". With his chin tucked to his chest and unable to look his father in the eye, the boy replied "I cannot father. If you can't take me at my worst, you do not deserve me at my best"....

You didn't hear it from me...

So as many of you know , last summer did not entirly go as according to plan. However, with competence restored and old ties knotted, new line of production is ready to be filmed, written, and reported.
People familiar with me know that I had a few comedy skits and short film pieces, but were done back in 09/10 and very amateur. At the time we were bullshitting with a camera, now with production experience and better ideas I believe I have a good foundation to build a consistent production team. Ofcourse comedy piece are always on the table, but along with ideas for short films I'm also writing something worth making a documentary.
Lastly, there will be a time to cast so if ever called upon please make sure you're are serious about it. People get scared when it's time to get to work. See you soon!!!

Oldie goodies

This was made a year ago but should have been posted here, still proud of what probably is the best production I ever done. On the up and up right.

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Metamorphosis

Today marks the end of the faulty idealism, the waiting, and engaging. You hold on to things just because it the only thing familiar, but now it's now the least familiar.

The beautiful thing about life is that with every person we meet comes as a small window of many apartments to the world, and you never know how long your view of that window will be. Many brief, some  you even stayed the night a few times, but few welcome you in a share their place with you. We forget that we have our own apartment to tend to, and take care of.

Our development did not come in the most appealing way, but that's what made it interesting. At the time there's didn't seem much at all than effectuation (adolescence at that). Longevity became our glue. We simply didn't know anyone else longer than we did each other. Always seen eye to eye even when it was down telephone lines. You went there, I ended up here. You were stuck in a dark place, I was stuck in my thoughts. You came came out alive, and I came in support. No doubt it brought us closer, but we faced a game of tag with lending hands of  what seemed to be our only conclusion . The reasons mix.

I collected caterpillars when I was younger but I could never keep them in my house so I kept them by my door. Then my neighbor didn't like that I kept them by the door so he always tried to trash them, but I would get them back every time after a little trash digging (9 years old). I kept them till every one of them would cocoon, then place them in the woods where they'd essentially become butterflies and fly free. And I would be happy with the fact that I helped that process for them n protected them to what the others may not have. I have that 9 year old boy feeling right now....