Dear Philly,

It's been a good run (not at all). Three months of unemployment had its ups and downs (mostly downs). You have defeated me this time, but only for a month. I'm gonna regroup, recuperate, and come back stronger as a person, both emotionally, mentally, and physically. (Hell yea I'm gonna be working out this whole time.) Hopefully by the time I get back you will have seen the error in your ways, and missed me as much as I will kind of miss you. Please don't forget about me, I'll need at least a little bit of that brotherly love when I get back, cus its gonna be at least 10 months of grinding outta this midwest boy. And don't think because you've won this battle you have also won the war. I'll be back. Oh yes, I will be back. Peace until then my dude.

Love always,
Tyler "Hobbes" Boeyink

L.A.S.E.R.S. manifesto (video)

A few weeks ago I posted the manifesto for Lupe's new album, which still has no release date. Here is the manifesto in video form. There is just nothing I can say using real English words that show my absolute adoration and respect I have for this man. On purely a musical level, his lyricism goes absolutely unmatched in the hip hop world. But philanthropically speaking, he has used his celebrity and fame to spread a positive message through his music, and to me, that is the greatest thing a celebrity or musician can do. I can only hope to touch a minute fraction of the people that he will.



The song in the background is his first single from the album "Shining Down" featuring Matthew Santos. It leaked awhile ago, but I'm not going to post the link as it doesn't officially get released until July 7. You can read this if you don't agree with my decision not to post.

EDIT: Upon relistening to the song I caught this quick little stanza that made my face melt with its brilliance.

so i say hello and this is for the third time
to everybody out there that ain't never heard mine
and if you have then you know you ain't never heard lyin
Lu don't move no cow-words, you only heard lions.

ILL.

amazing

kanye said it best. this shit is too good not to show. fake or not. props to kyle for showing me this one.

King of Pop

Lets be real, I can't seriously call myself an 80s baby without paying tribute to the king of pop, and in many's opinion, including my own, the king of music. For real though, name someone more influential in music then the moonwalker himself.
(http://nahright.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/samples.png) Anyways, I honestly can't remember hearing MJ for the first time, but I do know that I have loved his music my whole life. I've told this to many already, but it seems surreal when someone who is basically the quintessential symbol of our generation passes away. We all know Mike's legacy, both in music and outside of it. No one will ever know the truth about some of the more bizarre moments in his life, but I feel like his musical career will always outshine the darker moments of his life. I for one will be playing his music all day tomorrow and blasting some of the many mixtapes that dj's have been putting out in his name. This one being the most interesting so far.
http://www.zshare.net/download/619031452871443b/
Either way, let us all take a moment of silence and watch the King of Pop do his thing all over that dance floor...


RIP. You will be remembered forever, and probably longer.

Woke up this morning with one of the worst feelings in the world. Actually sick to my stomach, that still hasn't worn off that much an hour after the fact. I had one of the worst nightmares my whole life, it was pretty short but to the point. Basically the only thing that happened was that my dad had died, and my ex girlfriend was found out and called me to say her condolences, before anyone had bothered to call me about it. Even though she has refused to speak to more for months now. So not only was my dad gone, but I was woken up by this news from someone I have been developing a pretty mean grudge on. (justified or not) The feeling I had was so terrible that I actually had to spend some time in the bathroom hugging the porcelain, trying not to call the moose. I still don't feel very good, and am no one near being able to fall back asleep even for just a little bit.
Got me to thinking about the state of affairs my life is in right now. I was joking with my roommate yesterday about why the world hates me so much. It seems like it's been such a downward spiral since April when I moved out here with such high expectations, and a reasonable chunk of change. I can't believe I burned through so much money in such little time, and have pretty much nothing to show for it. They always say that having money isn't everything, but to those with nothing, not having money is absolutely everything. Got me thinking about something the tour bus guide said about how up until recently, I think, Philly had more millionaires then New York City, or something like that. Sure would be nice if one of those millionaires would bless their communities once in awhile. Break me off a little piece of that "brotherly love" that people talk about, but is rarely seen.
I never thought I would live to see the day where I was actually excited about the prospect of becoming another employee to such a monolithic corporate entity as Starbucks, but at least its a coffee shop and not a bathroom, and at least its a paying job. Got the interview today at 11:30, and if everything goes smoothly I'll hopefully become Starbucks employee 133478937598379208734375. If not then I'm gonna have to turn tail and head home for a month, and work my ass off. I'll probably turn into a recluse too. One man can only stand so much rejection, even if it is just from employers.
Anywho, I think I'm gonna head back to bed and not try to throw up all over everything, maybe stare at the ceiling a little more contemplating what I'll do with the lottery ticket that karma definitely owes me.

One grande mocha frappe coming up!

distant relatives

When I think of reggae, and I'm pretty sure this is true for 90 percent of the world, Bob Marley is just about the only thing that comes to mind, besides ganja of course. And when I think of hip hop, at its purest, and maybe most revolutionary form, I think of Nas. Put those two together and I imagine basically the greatest collaboration of all time. Unfortunately that won't happen as Bob has been gone for almost 30 years. Fortunately for us, though, Bob had a child that "slappa da bass" and has a pretty sensational music career as well, that IS going to collaborate with Escobar, not even for a song or two, but an entire album entitled Distant Relatives. I only hope that people can grasp just how legendary (bob marley reference intended) and revoluationary this album has the potential to be. Time shall tell.

NAS & DAMIAN "JR GONG" MARLEY DISTANT RELATIVES preview from nabil elderkin on Vimeo.

ponyo

had to jack this from mattie. hayao miyazaki has easily been one of my favorite filmmakers of all time. the dude puts out nothing but classics. for the last 25 years, everything he has put out has been nothing short of amazing. and not the overused word amazing. i mean amazing by its definition. to overwhelm with surprise or sudden wonder; astonish greatly.
i would suggest everyone wikipedia this man, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayao_Miyazaki and then search out every one of his films and watch the everloving shit out of em. howl's moving castle and spirited away are easily some of my favorite movies of all time, and i can only hope that Ponyo will be the same. the release date in the states is something like august 16. i for one will be joining my roommate for this one. unfortunately the template for my blog only allows a small window of viewing opportunity, so you only get to see part of the screen. sorry folks, not a computer genius, just doing my best.

allergic to life

not sure what i did to piss life off so much, but for awhile now its kinda been picking on me pretty hard. from the small things that just piss me off to the extreme things that are seriously hindering my existence. today alone life kicked my ass 5 different times. this morning i hit my funny bone on the couch while watching some show before going to the grocery store. life attacked again while opening the car door where i banged my leg trying to get in. life once again happened while dicking around with the grocery cart and smashed my elbow in the same place the couch got me. life reared its ugly head again while being dropped off at the bank, once again smashing itself into my leg, vicariously through the car door. and the 5th one is actually an interesting story.

while going on my daily run up fayette street, i was nearing the cemetery and immediately began thinking about the death and burial conversation scott and i had on the way home from the store. the thoughts in my head ranged from what music i would want at my funeral, burial vs cremation, to what i would say in a suicide note, to what kind of effort i would make to become christian if i knew i was going to die soon. this inner dialogue was all at the expense of my running concentration, and upon crossing the street to get to the cemetery i was inches from being first smashed by a moving van, then almost beheaded by its passenger side mirror, and then barely spun out of the way of getting hit by the side of the van going at a decent clip. the van immediately stopped and asked if i was okay, all the while my dumb ass was staring at the middle aged lady in the SUV i was trying to beat to get across the street, gaping mouth covered by both hands. apparently i was almost seriously bashed up. i told the driver of the van that i was ok, and apologized and insisted it was my fault, all while mentally shaking my head at how funny life must think it's being right now. not only had it attacked again, but it was ironically while i was thinking about death. touche life.

returning to the jog, i was pretty rattled, but made the lap around the cemetery, whilst considering my stance on miracles and "signs" vs coincidences. while i have always considered myself a level headed person, it did get me to thinking about life/death and even an afterlife. which once again scared my stupid mortal ass into thinking about religion. ive never been one to consider christianity solely as a way to be saved, but i was rattled enough into wanting to read the good book, something i have had myriad conversations and arguments about, but have admittedly not read very much of. is there any good way to go about reading this ancient specimen to get the most out of it or should i just jump into genesis and plow through the old testament to get to jesus? i honestly dont know a whole lot about the bible, or the gentle jew, but have been told by several people that i would dig his philosophies and even his ministry style. so unless someone advises differently (lets be honest, no one really comments on this page anyways outside of matthias) then i think im gonna jump to jesus and get my new testament on. if nothing else ill at least have a little bit more knowledge about such a contentious book, but who knows, maybe ill be saved.

make you feel that way

one of the best feeling songs in my arsenal. the video is ok, but i would suggest just listening to the track and maybe looking up the lyrics somewhere and seeing how happy this song really is. makes me feel the way i felt the first time i heard "make you feel that way"

where to even start

wow, i cant believe its seriously been 2 weeks since i last updated this business. coming from the guy who used to update at least 4 or 5 times daily. hopefully i didnt lose any of my 7 followers, that would be pretty tragic. sorry all. unfortunately you will not be receiving any updates tonight, as i'm tired inspirationless and feeling overly uncreative. at some point ill probably have to talk about ac and utah being in philly, and also my trip back home, and my current situation. but thats another story for another day.
but not to let my faithful followers leave empty handed here is a friendly word of advice. dont move to a big city on the east coast without a solid job lead and anything less then a hundred million dollars. you will run out of money and you will get pregnant and you will die. unfortunately thats my current situation, and am very seriously worried that im gonna have to tuck tail and run home to mama for a month before i start americorps stuff. not fun to admit defeat. also not fun to be pregnant and dead. not sure how i pulled that one off.

1

Departing in a few. Maybe stopping in chicago to see tessa and/or mickey, greg, chris, brian, tom, rob, gabe, etc and maybe even catch my first mathletes show. chi town you always show me love. Home in 1.

3,2

This commercial is just an extreme classic for my brothers and I when we were hardcore kevin garnett and stephon marbury (aka timberwolves) fans. Can't even count how many different jerseys we had of just those two alone when we were young. Nostalgia. Home in 2.

6,5,4

AC and Utah here. Will update when I get time in 4 days when I'm home. Hope ya'll are ready.
Philly Beard out.

7

Ac and Utah crash land here in about 5 hours. Not sure if they'll be up for anything, as far as going to a bar or downtown or whatever. Either way it'll be nice to have my dudes around. Should be a good week.

8

I don't remember if i blogged this before or not, but about 2 weeks ago my man mook and i were out on the stoop, drinking and listening to jams while enjoying a short summer lightning show. For some reason the topic of soccer came up, and I happened to be talking about my glory high school days when someone who had parked on our street overheard, and long story short, asked me to play on his city league team. This team sucks. Bad. I find it hard to believe that any of the 30-40 year old overweight dudes ever played soccer, but if they did, they show no evidence. Last week we got stomped by an all girls team. With the talent (or lack thereof) we have, it was actually not that humiliating, it was just kind of expected.
Anyways, this week I had my second game with this team, getting beat even worse by an all foreigner team, that still, by my standards, was not good. Afterward though, an older guy asked if anyone could play for his team whose teammates didnt show up. Another game another loss, but thankfully this game introduced me to a couple younger dudes that had a coed game afterward, and needed a sub. 3 goals and 2 assists later, we had smoked the other team, and I was asked to play for them permanently. So now I'm on two city league teams, hoping to move up a little bit more. Maybe by the end of the summer I'll have found a good team that plays competitively. Gotta dream about something.
The one thing I definitely don't miss about intramural, city, or busch leagues, are the constant new bruises I'm bringing home from each game. During the game I have so much adrenaline pumping, I don't feel any kind of pain from other people's kicks, but about 20 minutes after a game, all the bumps and bruises take hold, and attempt to cripple me. You should probably see my ankle right now, looks like a Rihanna's face after CB went upside her head. Yea i know that was a low blow, but it was still funny.
Cheers.

9

Pretty disappointed to see that tom and jerry got their noon spot taken over by the flintstones on boomerang. If you knew my everyday schedule you would understand why this throws a wrench in my whole day. Let me enlighten you.
9:00 alarm goes off
9:30 after hitting snooze button several times, get out of bed and walk dog
9:45 eat a bananna or pbj or cereal while watching either cartoon network, sportscenter or mtv jams
11:00 go for a jog
11:30 shower
11:45 fix lunch
12:00 (formerly) watch tom and jerry and eat lunch
1:00 do some job searching or calling back
2:00 get tired of being rejected and climb a tree while listening to music
4:00 varies, maybe more music, maybe watch NCSI or whatever else is on with scott
6:00 matt gets home from work, people start making dinner
7:00 eat dinner, watch whatever nba playoff game is on, or whatever
9:00 varies: either hang out with roomies more, or split ways and listen to music while downloading a new movie to watch
11:00 watch movie in bed
12:00 usually get tired, turn off movie go to bed

as you can see, tom and jerry at noon was a very important hour for me. vital. not sure how im gonna carry on with the flintstones, might have to venture out to spongebob or whatevers on cartoon network. wish me lucky.

10

everyday is 24 hours closer to me coming home. pretty damn excited. extremely worried about how im gonna make ends meet this month, what with the plane ticket, potentially the roots picnic, being home for almost a week, going downtown with ac and utah etc. last 3 months have been the epitome of g.r.i.n.d. for me. seriously cant believe im still on all fours, let alone on my two feet. i can only sell so many things on ebay before i got nothing left. how have i not been hired yet? just get me home. everything will be fine if i can just make it home. iowa, i miss your guts.

final stop on the tour

and with the final installation of the tour, you see my door, filled with a few of my sneakers (maybe half) my sweet as jordan and spike lee mural, and my closet arranged in rainbow order. Not joking. So there ya have it, a half ass tour of my small crab shell of a room.

AC and Utah

are gettin here in t minus 4 days and counting. My hatin ass roommate's are not thrilled at all, but its all good i'm excited like a sonbitch. hopefully their still up for the roots picnic including: asher roth, the roots, santigold, public enemy (hip hop legends) tv on the radio, and my favorite as everyone knows, kid cudi. cant wait to climb trees all day with them and play video games and listen to music and kick shit down town. homecoming in 11 days. Countdown commences tomorrow from 10.

its the cons fool

finally some new ish from the underdog. lovin it.