I've been wanting to try a similar party for a few years now (and a few jokes), but kudos to my man A.VEE and Prince Paul who've held it down for few years now. All done in the spirit of good fun, brilliant smiles and of course, racial harmony. ;)
Lemme take you out with a clip that I used to see run oft during the BET Uncut years. Have fun, and have fun.
WOW. I was going thru some older folders and I just stumbled on a classic shot: my old apt in QB (click to zoom)
Yes: my bedroom. I can't believe that I actually lived like this for a hot min. Nuts. But is it really?? Do you mean to tell me that no one @ any moment ever had a lazy week? month?? I had roomies @ this point in time, but that mattered none really.
So to commemorate a lazy point in history, I'm running a contest:
The Hot Mess Contest.
Send me your hottest mess: whether it be your car, your desk (work or home), any room in your house/apt (though I shudder to think you can top mine), anything. Don't be afraid to put your friend(s) on blast either and blow-up their spot by submitting for them. I figure this could be like an episode of Intervention on A&E. You'll just have to be slick with the digi. ;). All you vinyl DJs (if they still exist), all you Nike heads... and you ladies with all your shoes in the closets... I can see it now.
The Rules
So the rules are simple: submit a decent sized shot (800x600 is minimum) of your hot mess. And pls, nothing staged. You can email the photo here: mymanhenri (at) hotmail (dot) com . You can have multiple entries (but if you do, wow. I'll have to wonder about you still). Make sure to put HOT MESS CONTEST in your subject line and send whatever name you want to be listed as.
Deadline is Friday Jan 23rd @ Midnight EST. A week sounds like enough time, no? The winner will be announced Monday Jan 26th. That will give me the weekend to LMAO and confer with the judges. BTW, if you're on FaceBook you can also join in here.
And the prize?? A used can of Febreeze™ and a Shamwow™, long side some bragging rights.
Anyhow, this is all in the spirit of good fun. Have a great weekend - and send'em in!
H!
AKA the cleanest slate.
As much as the glass is sin duda half full, this was a less than banner year for your boy. I had to postpone 2 major trips, and as such did not travel a whole lot. Got into a sticky work situation that I've yet to wipe clean and just in all did not live up to my own expectations. Tisk x 2.
So as I make that right turn onto 2009 ave, I have to essentially recalibrate my GPS. Lost a touch of direction seemingly in the latter part 2008. UGH. But this will be a very engaging year. I def have a few forks in the road, and this multiple choice question has more than one correct answer. All good. I've been doing some studying though could use a touch more time. I need to stay on course with this course as it looks to be the roughest terrain I've prolly encountered in sometime.
Resolutions for 2009?? You bet. Making some ppl close to me happy, among none other than myself 1st and foremost. Am I dispirited and depressed?? Nahhh.... I just love seeing smiles of merriment.
So with that said, much like heads of state, I will engage in marked changes and major engagements.
My 1st 100 days will be full of efficacious transformations and campaigns on all levels: personal and professional. My productivity has not been as efficient as I would have liked it to be. I've had plenty of visions that I've sat on and even passing them onto others - only to see them eventually decay and putrefy. UGH!
So join me folks, for what I will call...
2000-Mine.
This is far from being pompous, but positive, sanguine and assured. Most of you do realize that I enjoy taking all my friends on my rides, so strap in and let's go.
Mucho besos.
H!
So, I had been repeatedly seeing this trailer on HDNET, and it had peaked my interest like another film I had been obsessed with after seeing the trailer.
Let the Right One in (Låt den rätte komma in): A Swede story of schoolyard sweethearts, a near bleach blonde boy and the pearl of his big blues eyes, an eerie adolescent vampiress.
Blood curdling, ambushes and inexplicable execution take a back seat. This is a very cute love story. And honestly, I loved it.
I in fact will place this in the Vicki, Christina, Barcelona realm. Simply amazing.
Though as gangly twelve year olds they have that gaucheness expected, but you still see some classic life lessons from this minuscule Scandinavian set. I started to have flashes of this IML fatigue that i could be suffering from.... argh. I need to see someone about that.
This is a must in the pages in my books, even for the most remote movie buff. You into some decent horror, this is a good one to catch. As you know, night time rules for the vampiric type.
Thank you Sweden. Shouts to Kissey and Fatima! Was gonna txt you guys during the film... was too sucked in. ;)
H!
Funny how the US gubernatorial drama has had me politically invigorated. 1st thing I did this AM was go make my electoral selection. Let's see how things turn out. Nonetheless, it's made things pretty interesting indeed.
Would you believe that I've been so fascinated with the US call that there were moments where I though that political involvement would be kinda cool. But alas, the way they dig up bygone happenings, I couldn't handle the sleepless nights. Am I a bad dude?? Far from. But man, I'm good with my privacy. I would have to go out and untag the 300+ photos on FB as I'm sure that would be an issue @ some point (I've been debating that anyhow). Public office is not for the faint of heart.
They'll talk to your close friends and your not so close ones. They'll fallow you around, and god for bid you should go out and have a good time.
You can forget about sending any kind of txt message/PIN'ing friends. They'll get a hold of that. But that's another story....
So shouts to all who make their living trabajando para los gentes.
The very people you want to serve will take you do the world's zenith, but also to a career nadir. I for one could not handle these NASDAQ swings.
But The People are still dope. Tell'em Com.
H!
So what is this all about?? Months ago, I got tix to the Maxwell show this Sunday Oct 12th. I totally forgot about it and was reminded by a kind and timely email.
This is apparently a hot ticket and I for one have not paid much attention to the whole thing. But it is long weekend, and I did decide to stay in town. But I am @ present time sans date. Can you help me out??
Do you supply stride across a room in your Christian Louboutin heels along with your Chloé clutch and other such accoutrements?? Does your Hervé Leger dress fit you like the couturier called for you as his model?? Will the waft from Tom Ford Black Orchid's perfume leave most spellbound when you pass them by?? A pretty and alluring smile??
Do you answer yes to all?? Just a few?? Or none?? Well... lemme know why you, a single female would be a great date for this Maxwell show. I love great prose. You can message me on FB if you choose, or email me (mymanhenri@hotmail.com) all marvelous prose and megapixels. I like creative types, but don't limit myself to... LOL, this is starting to read like a contract.
The rules? There are none! The winner will be contacted by email and be scooped up in the finest German engineering that i can afford. A Jetta. LOL.
Anyhow, chat soon! ;)
H!
Man, now that I have moved my beat music maundering over to a new blog, well... most of it anyhow, I'll be returning to my qwerty qalamities. I'm acutally pretty pumped about it. I got pretty tunnel visioned for a min about this music, and I won't stop loving it. But man, there's so much of me I was just leaving out there. And as I mentioned, the writing is fun... no? Anyhow, look for restoration of irreverence, bytes upon bytes of blasphemy, and my daily dosage destiny.
Let's GO!
H!
So, after seeing the Good Doctor who dealt with my case Friday AM (the one fixed me up just enough so that I could actually leave my house and show my face), he also sat me down to give me his earnest and humorless opinion: I had some serious work ahead of me.
Although I did look relatively fine on the outside, the inner workings of my humanoid engineering were far from being hale and hearty
I have a deep fracture that will likely require some surgery. HUH?? Say again Doc?? The chances I can avoid the surgery are not good. Well... that was Doc #1. So, I packed my overnight bag and headed East to see the lone Doc i've know all my life. After paying $1.51/L for gas, I made my way to see my fave doc. His prognosis?? La misma. He even added that my chances for a simple procedure were even less...
That folks, was the Inconvenient Truth.
Man, I feel like I've been given a hand with 4 doubles @ dominos - so I can't call for a reshuffle. A victory is within the realms of possiblity, but the #s are just not on my side.
So what happened??
The red circle happened. Ladies and gents: The Money Shot.
Ready?? I've been advised that this procedure may total $4000.
Are you kidding me?!?! No. This is so real. If you have benefits, pls kiss the sky or the ground. Take your pick.
As it stands, this is on top of what was done last week. That little red triangle?? Yea... Without it, I would have been home all weekend. Say wrd.
In any case, this is the real deal. I have an appointment with Doc #3 on Friday as I believe the process towards Pretty Hizzy is due to start. Man, today I fully felt like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly. My scars were just getting harder and more unsightly with every passing hour! ARGH!
Speaking of Pretty Hizzy, I may have to put a funding drive together, college radio style.
Anyhow, my drama continues...
I couldn't just leave you w/o a musical gem now could I?? Here... Dilla said it best, didn't he?? The $. Enjoy.
McNasty...
H!
You know it. She is holding me down. MAJOR.
Kitchen-Aid. She and I have recently been hanging pretty tough. Evenr since top of the summer, we have breakfast almost every morning. Fruits, yogurt, soy... And despite my recently less than handsome looks, my fat and cicatrized lip, scraped hands, scarred knees, she's been helping me out. She likes when I run my fingers across her body... and push her buttons. ;)
Man, need her more than ever now. Eating has become pretty laborious if not just plain hard. Chewing? Ahhh, man, not the easiest task. Been enjoying mostly soups of late. The easiest way to feed myself right now. As I said, if anyone can show me a channa roti smoothie, I'm so down! Shrimp wonton is another friend of mine these days. Spicy is when she's best.
In any case....
THANK YOU!
Want to shout all who have send the kind wishes here and thru FB.
A special thank you to Miss X! You know who you are. No joke. What a surprise indeed. Preciate it. I got you!
I got some great replies and some just plain made me laugh.... KEEZY! So yes, tomorrow I have to see one of several specialists to see what can be done. As most have seen from Friday night, I look as presentable as can be imagined considering the photos, but I have some greater concerns to address. Kinda sucks, but I'm prepping for what may be some $eriou$ly $ad new$. :(
Anyhow, my travels continue...
pce.
H!
It f*cking happened.
Man, I have no idea how, but it happened.
I F*CKING BAILED ON MY BIKE.
Bails can be fun and safe as my man Skam will tell you, but I also wished that I had bailed on some grass like he did. Nope. Ossington, next to Levack Block. And I should have been home too, but we decided to hit this spot after Beacs. Ahhhh...
"Things were all good just a week ago..." - Jay-Z
That's what it pretty much felt like. Lemme cut to the chase:
Was pulling some skids with my mans O and jay, and for some reason unknown to me, I bailed after a full day of riding with no issues. And now...
There ya go...
These shots were taken after my relatively placid ride home in cab.
So now, Part Deux:
As I walked around in total shock and awe @ what happened, spitting a steady stream of blood (if you walk any where behind Levack, you'll see. It was like someone got stabbed), holding parts of my mouth in my hands, I was convinced by both O and Jay W to just chill and compose my thoughts for a min - after I wiped my bloodied jaw.
So I decided to pull up on a stoop and just wipe my mouth down. Shouts to that girl who was a 1st responder to the scene and who also was quick to offer me some fresh bottles of water to wipe my face down.
So as I listened to the options being offered by my two compadres, I just sat there , head tilted back looking @ the deep navy sky still in complete astonishment.
... clik, clak...
??!?! HUH?? What was that sound?? I turn my head and what do I see...
THIS MOTHERF*CKER GOT ON MY BIKE AND F*CKING TOOK OFF!
Adding insult to unsupportable pain, suffering and clear disfigurement, I was suddenly becoming a victim of wrongdoing and injustice by a f*cking vermin!
I just sat there unable to really utter much outside of "SH*T! My Bike!"
Possibly not realizing that he had bestrode and saddled a fixie, the thief took a few minutes to gain speed - precious time that was used to close the gap as cats chased after him. As my man O and Jay sprinted and were in persuit, this parasite made one brutal error: He headed north on Ossington.
Ossington is an essentially a hill, and you can't really gain that much speed on a fixie - esp if you're not accustomed to one. So, although I did not see much of this part, faced with the very definite and crystal clear reality that he was going to get caught as he struggled to gain speed, he decided to relinquish my bike and make a getaway on foot. My man O maintained the chase but may have been winded from the initial sprint.
WOW.
What a f*cking night.
So wheres does this leave me @ present instant?
After a few weeks of impassioned search...
The Heaven Scent idol winner has been declared:
Next time you see me, traces of this fragrance shall waft through the air and should pick up where CDG left off, my retired Hall Of Fame scent. Anyhow, I'm pretty excited. This will be unboxed and unveiled.... later.
Smell you cats later.
H!
NO MAGIC.
Pretty much.
Since 2002, I've been in LV 2wice yearly. 2wice a year getting stupid, 2wice a year grinding hard. 2wice a year touching base with 2 friends. But this year the deadlines were draconian and 2 days away from the office would be 2 costly. So, 2day, I sit back wondering what's happening ahora in my absentia. 2 of my fave folks hit me, looking for 2 catch up @ my booth.
2 words: No dice.
The parties will be pretty crazy, esp if this flyer is of any indication... Shouts to my man Damian. The wanton and salacious soirées will escape me this time. Is it so bad? Hmmmmmm...... I'll answer that later. ;)
All good.
The sun is due 2 be out and bright all week, and is burning hit 2day. Anyhow, I had a good morning and am looking fwd to a good end of day. ;)
Enjoy it cats.
I'll see you cats next time.
H!
Man... it's been a busy week though you wouldn't have known be looking out here.
What's been good?? I've just been planning the latter 1/2 of Cero Ocho. Important things, you know?? Like..
A new cologne. Say yeah...
It's been a a sort of Cologne Idol. The last, reigning champ and irrefutable Hall Of Famer Comme Des Garçons has now run it's course of spell binding wafts about Queen West. Say yeah...
So next time you see me, lemme know what you think of the new scent as I'll be testing a few. So much to live up to as CDG was @ times worthy of a Controlled Substance tag - the way they kept coming back! LOL... Yo real talk though. I talked about it almost a year ago. Say yeah...
I overheard some ppl take my direction and get right. All love. Now I gotta move on. Anyhow, that's been a REAL dilemma of late.
So imagine my whole week as I spent much of it out and about. Nuts. Lemme not get into too many deets, but will simply hit you with my miscellany of megapixels.
Shouts to the LRG crew: 1st timers to Toronto and it was BANA. Say yeah...
This week, my ppls Tonya Morgan came through Toronto as well as an opener for Hiero. Shouts to Don, Von and Ilyah in absentia. Always nice to rap with cats. We need another show. Say yeah...
Sh*t... Shouts to Culli for hollering Thursday night. Like, didn't know you were still alive. So, after getting toasty @ a Nike Sportswear event (Shouts to CY - hace f*cking mucho tiempo man), I made my way down to one of my fave spots. A hug, kiss and a Guiness! On my way.
Did I ever get haunted!
Friday night was another white wine filled wanderings... ARGH.
The good ppl @ GDFT were pleased to announce the release of an eco friendly GDFT x Adidas collabo. The shoe's launch was @ the GDFT YRKVL location and drinks longside some succulent smoked salmon. YUM!
Shouts to Seven.
Safari Stuntin!
"Ol El and Hza read the same literature" - as mentioned by Jesar. LOL. You bet dude. Shouts to Chase. Get it dude.
Finally the prized pieces.
Imagine this site @ the end of a driveway??
BTW, shout to all responsible for this collabo. Recycled materials were used in it's fabrication. So even someone like Big C and his size 15 can have a small carbon footprint. ;) Say Yeah....
Adidas x TSTBDS/INQMND x Agency1
I had to do this one... say yeah...
We then made our way down to QB for a 20 yr anniversary party commemorating NWA. Say Yeah...
Ran into my man Age. All day dude.
Say yeah... My man Bobby Brown (real talk) was in the building.
A massive shout to Dave G who made the most brilliant entrance! Say yeah... Always good to see you dude. Shouts to my man JR Jollyrancher....
... and a massive shout to Steph. Sh*t! This is one of the most brilliant pics I have taken ever! Say yeah! Thx for being such a sexy model. Dress and heels. Love it.
Man... I'm getting some rest right now. Going to Bump n Hustle tonight @ The Riv. Say yeah....
So lemme take you cats out with this joint that I must have spit over countless times in CA in May. Heard it all the time @ radio and wondered why it wasn't poppin here. No matter.
Was gonna post the track - but f*ck it. Video is f*cking hilarious!
¡Dile sí!
holla.
BTW... ENOUGH WITH THE RAIN!
H!
