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The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

— Oriah

There are lovers content with longing.
I’m not one of them.



Bobbito plays the tracks, Q-Tip state the facts.


Bobbito plays the tracks, Q-Tip state the facts.

Pieces of my musical DNA. These albums (and Master of the Game which has “mysteriously” disappeared) were an ENORMOUS part of my childhood. RIP George Duke

Pieces of my musical DNA. These albums (and Master of the Game which has “mysteriously” disappeared) were an ENORMOUS part of my childhood. RIP George Duke

my tumblr turned 3 today! 

my tumblr turned 3 today! 

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Stretch & Bobbito by DJ Sake One



From 1990 to 1998, Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Garcia had the most influential hip hop radio program in the known universe. The duo reunited in February to celebrate the show’s 20th anniversary. To mark the occasion, I asked SF’s native son, DJ Sake One of the (((Local1200))) crew, to tell us what they meant as he was coming up in the pre-internet days of the “Golden Era.” Read. Listen to their 4 hour broadcast below. More goodies at the end of Sake’s words.

For tha mid-30s hip-hop set, Stretch Armstrong and Bobbito Garcia are a sort of urban demigod duo, anointed with tha sacred power to determine what’s fresh from what’s wack in a sea of cultural flotsam and jetsam.

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Me too Ahmir, me too.

"But sometimes I only remember things through records. They’re a trigger for me, they’re Pavlov’s bell."

John Hodgman: Ask Ayn Rand

Listen more. … Slowing oneself down, engaging rather than endlessly debating and really taking the time to hear and learn is the greatest luxury of becoming older.

Paul Bennett, Chief Creative Officer of IDEO, offers words of wisdom to his younger self. Pair with Dear Me – a selection letters from luminaries to their 16-year-old selves.  (via explore-blog)

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Mad Men Season 6 Episode 13 “In Care Of” | Recap & Review


It took me an entire week to write the recap and review for episode 13. Clearly I haven’t yet accepted that the season is over, and we’re just one step closer to the end of the series. But all denial aside, the final episode of Season 6 leaves us viewers with much to contemplate, and in a great place for the close out. The title of this episode is also a common idiom – “In care of” means by way of another, and usually refers to a delivery. It’s debatable what was being delivered, but my take on it is a second chance. Everyone was itching to make a fresh start and the hope for one was passed around like a doobie; from Stan to Don, from Don to Ted and then somehow to Pete. Roger’s fresh start came in care of Joan, and Peggy’s…well, Peggy’s was lost in the mail.


Don walks into the SC&P offices to find Stan waiting to speak with him. He’s heard the details of the Sunkist position out West, and instead of viewing it as a demotion has framed it in a way that is attractive even to Don. “I could turn it into a little agency. Let me set up the homestead. Build one desk into a real business,” he appeals. “That’s not the way I saw it,” Don replies. As he walks past Roger’s office Margaret and Brooks are just leaving after being denied sponsorship. Margaret doesn’t take it well. “What do I have to do to get on the list of girls you give money to?” she asks.

Ken and Jim enter his office with the promise of new business in the form of Hershey’s chocolate. Don agrees to get in the room with the execs since Ted is swamped. “If you want to take the lead on this I think he’ll follow,” Jim says. Roger finds Bob and Joan canoodling again and discovers that he’s brought Kevin back a toy Chevy from Detroit. Later, Don and Megan discuss dinner and a subpoena for Sally’s testimony about the Aunt Ida incident.

The following day after a tall glass of Haterade, Roger summons Bob Benson to his office and tries to get the scoop on he and Joan. He warns him against leading her on.

Don calls Sally at Miss Porter’s to let her know she has to appear in court.  “Why don’t you just tell them what I saw,” she quips. BOOM. Back at the office, Sheraton Royal Hawaiian reps arrive and Draper is nowhere to be found. Why? Because he’s in a bar, drinking away his sorrows. “What’s your occupation young man?” a minister asks after Don advises him to pipe down. “Staying out of people’s business,” he responds, before flashing back to a preacher being escorted out of the whorehouse.  

Don wakes up in jail after apparently assaulting the bar minister. In the office, Peg sees Ted leaving with Nan and the kids. Pete gets a telegram that his mother is lost at sea. The following day Don pours out all of his booze after returning home from jail. “I don’t want to be here anymore,” he tells Megan, and suggests they move to California where he can work on Sunkist and she can pursue her acting. “It’s an opportunity to build one desk into an agency,” he says stealing Stan’s idea, and words for that matter.

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