Consumers probably know me best for the memoir Ghetto Celebrity (Crown, 2003) and the story of Dock Ellis & the LSD No-No. I also lecture and facilitate. firstname.lastname@example.org
The animated doc has been hailed as one of the great baseball films. Neille Ilel produced the audio narrative with me.
This is so not the fatherhood I’d imagined as a male raised by a sometimes super-poor single mother or, for that matter, as a regular, paycheck-to-paycheck father, which I was for more than a dozen years—in home and across town.
“Cleopatra was known for her beautiful, long, luxurious pubic hair, which she proudly wore brushed and oiled, and she was known to admire — and display — her pubic hair in the shiny marble floors and the light, diaphanous gowns of the time.”
In our era of creeping wokeness, in the coasts' liberal precincts, the average black person can feel like a celebrity. Only, sometimes the celebrity it seems you are is Leslie Jones.
"To me, this conversation always comes back to the Booty Call-Rosewood conversation," says director Barry Jenkins.
The Kobe I prefer to remember is a tender young buck, the pre-Mamba anomaly. Harold Miner 2.0. Understand when I say Harold Miner 2.0 that, as Kobe Bryant was ascendant, NBA progressives were on the prowl for an MJ update. The Next Jordan. Space Jam or nah, sport’s largest superstar was actually in early decline.
Crate Diggers is a music / interview podcast using vinyl records as a jumping off point for conversations between musicians and other cool people.
There’s something perfectly obvious about the white right propagating a term based on women and black men’s shared history as property.
A newcomer in rural government, where how deep one’s roots go might count as much as how much money a person has, White is flagrant in treating his campaign as an experiment based on his writing.
Dock Ellis and Gaylord Perry, together again. A visual meditation on cheating, from my enhanced ebook Beyond Ellis D, produced with Thor Swift.
N.W.A’s gritty, complicated history deserves an equally complex film adaptation, something closer to the “reality rap” its members claimed to create.
During the 45 minutes I spend inside the occupied refuge, I experience a calm and acceptance that is utterly unlike the vibe back in Burns. The occupiers ask me to stay, and invite me to eat. I talk to several other people in addition to Ehmer, and at no point do I feel racial animus.
Still, I ask Ehmer the question...
By now you’ve heard plenty about the gas mask bong kid. Probably.