connecting*the*dots

For my best friend…

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Rwanda, 1994 - Survivor of Hutu death camp.

The opening statement from Nachtwey’s photojournalism portfolio:

“I have been a witness, and these pictures are my testimony. The events I have recorded should not be forgotten and must not be repeated.”

-James Nachtwey-

More on James’ work from EthanZ, covering TED.

Artist: The Coup
Song: Heven Tonite

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[Chorus]
Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don’t nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let’s make heaven tonite
Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don’t nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let’s make heaven tonite

Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs
May my arteries and heart oscillate as one
If police come may I awake escape and run
In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds
And if I take the plunge
May it be said that I wasn’t afraid to shake my tongue
Show the state was scum
Makin’ sure that the callin’ bell of fate was rung
Cuz if they could the would
And probly tried to
Rape the sun
Someone said that this is just my body
Wait for the Afterpary
Where ain’t no shut-off note
And every wallet there is knotty
Feet are on the asphalt
Dick in the dirt
This system take vickin’ to work
Listen alert
Check out the introvert
In the corner with the rip in her skirt
Stomach pains so she grippin’ her shirt
Ain’t never had dinner
So she know she ain’t gettin’ dessert
Don’t try to tell me it’s her mission to hurt
I got faith in the people and they power to fight
We gon make the struggle blossom
Like a flower to light
I know that we could take power tonight
Make ‘em cower from might
And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight
I ain’t sittin in your pews less you helpin’ me resist and refuse
Show me a list of your views
If you really love me
Help me tear this muthafucka up
Consider this my tithe for the offer cup

[Chorus]

I used to think about infinity
And how my memory is finna be
Invisibly slim in that vicinity
And though the stars are magnificent
Whisky and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant
The revolution in this tune and verse
Is a bid for my love to touch the universe
Strugglin’ over wages and funds
Let the movement get contagious and run
Through the end when it’s gauges and guns
And if we win in the ages to come
We’ll have a chapter where the history pages are from
They won’t never know our name or face
But feel our soul in free food they taste
Feel our passion when they heat they house
When they got power on the streets
And the police don’t beat ‘em about
Let’s make health care centers on every block
Let’s give everybody homes and a garden plot
Let’s give all the schools books
Ten kids a class
And give ‘em truth for their pencils and pads
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Let’s make heaven right here
Just in case they wrong

[Chorus]

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Ted Haggard is not my concern.

Yeah, I know, that’s not very Christian of me, but consider the degree of hypocritical venom this guy spit over the years:

I’ll live just fine not caring whether or not he can pull his life back together after his recent scandal with crystal meth and a gay hooker.

Check out the following Haggard interview with Richard Dawkins (who, as an avowed scientific atheist, has been known to be arrogant in his own right). From glibly preaching (watch for his playful fake head-butt with a teenage boy) to the interview itself, Haggard seems unhinged as a man with a God complex:

(Part II)

Faith is a powerful, conscious percept, with roots that take hold internally within our spirit and affect our interactions with external reality. For the life of me, I can’t understand why so many people rely on artificially anointed human beings to mold and edify their own faith.

It just seems lazy to me and the perfect opportunity for political and personal manipulation.

(Bonus video)

Artist: De La Soul
Song: Stakes Is High

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(sounds of a craps game…)

Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high, when you talkin’ about…
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high, we be talkin’ about…
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high…

[POS]
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your borough
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I’m bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it’s all about the cautious livin’
Migrating to a higher form of consequence
Compliments
Of strugglin’ that shouldn’t be notable,
Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable.

[DOVE]
I’m sick of bitches shakin’ asses
I’m sick of talkin’ about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-ass awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes (word)
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll’ head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin’ the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin’ sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse

[POS]
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it’s all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin’ time screaming who they’ve hated
That’s why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated

(Vibes…. vibrations)
Stakes is high (Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high (Higher than high)
When we talkin’ ’bout the (Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin’ with the (Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high (Hey yo, what about that love?)

[POS]
Yo, it’s about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid, these brothers no longer talk shit
Hey yo, these niggas live it
‘Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don’t play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say?

[DOVE]
I say G’s are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain’t odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard
People try to snatch the credit, but can’t claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
‘Cause the stakes is high
Y’all know them stakes is high
When we dealin’ with the (Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
I think that smiling in public is against the law
‘Cause love don’t get you through life no more
It’s who you know and “How you, son?”
And how you gettin’ in, and who the man holding
Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high
Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti

[POS]
But they ain’t organized!

[DOVE]
Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)

[POS]
Yo, people go through pain and still don’t gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody’s neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky
Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify
Even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin’ more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the
(Vibes….vibrations) Stakes is high
Y’all know them stakes is high
When we desalin’ with the (Vibes….vibrations)
Stakes is high
Stakes is high
Come on…