2012 to 2013 Taking It Back To Jump Rope

if you know anything about bwlp you might know that a BIG passion of mine is jump rope. as a matter of fact, it was one of the first disciplines pertaining to hip hop culture that i got 'roped' into. my second year of teaching entailed instructing and choreographing a fusion routine (synchronized music, dance and jump rope skills) with my 3rd grade class in Berkeley, CA. that was also the year David Walker invited me to be a guest and help out with the Double Dutch Classic that goes down every 1st weekend in December at the Apollo theater in Harlem. (to this day, y'all). Lauren Walker, current NDDL President, is definitely carrying on the legacy, and has been for the past several years. and just a quick fyi, David Walker passed two years ago, but he was the founder (along with his detective partner with NYPD, officer Ulysses) of the National Double Dutch League, and initiated the official rules of the sport that is now jump rope worldwide. to the right i have a few new cold crushes to add to my list: and acquaintance organization, Jumping for Joy, based in Santa Clara, CA, now known as the Sol Jumpers. and USA Jump Rope. It appears that as an organization, they have got their house in order and made a come-back- real strong. peep the Panther video. get ready to hear about my exploits in producing real hip-hop tracks designed for jump rope, inspired by the Duck Rock campaign of Malcom McLaren. but from a very West Oakland perspective. we have a culture and an extremely tight science emphasis in elementary education that will prove to turn things out! i feel very lucky to be a world citizen with a global attitude and the angelic spiritual support to tap and bring so many valuable resources to communities like West Oakland. it's looking like it's time to get busy. focus for the new academic year beginning in september 2012 to 2013 looks to include: more music production, a recordings project tied to the writing curriculum, double dutch fitness campaign through 3D Double Dutch Jumprope Arts, academic rigor, and science connections. much apologies for the extreme pause in information as of late, but life is flat out getting restructured around here. now up in the sweet little town of Albany, CA.

Working: Portal 369 ,Lyrics.

parallel thoughts still arrive.
mid-thesis, there are still songs working.
this time it's EMETIC LANDSCAPE stuff...
in between heavy sessions of constructing academic narratives,
comes a new melody on a guitar picked up with purpose
like delivering a crowning mother's child

comes the refrain:

homecomin’ seamless
supported, got lost

boredom lord knows
avoided at all cost

nicely, homecomin’
boredom lord knows

supported, got lost
avoided at all cost

peeled apart rain
capture all kinds; coats

inner brain fanclub
cranium post-it notes

sound proof rooms steady
steady, silent hopes

bounce real time
tinges, turn twangs

eventually reappear
under other names: portal

369 some
things’ll never change

emetic landscape
familiarity breeds clout

dreams aren’t allowed
positivity dried in drought.......



[it's working, there's plenty more..]
but like i said, there's thesis writing to do.

check the genius paradigm link in Cold Crushes for an update.

- b w l p

The Point.

...in full gratitude.
my only true realignment.

the ongoing work of art in progress; this life.

...Will Leave All Other Podcasts In It's Wake.

bwlp team on it:

dirty brandon bengz
b.p. d'oiseaux
b.phlecksi parmella
phoeb iuss phoe
portal 369

Rewriting The Art of Podcast:
Birds Who Like Pomegranate Mixed Media Music Magazine
Quarterly, 2012

Before Going Forward...Looking Back: SWALMB

Some Where A Little More Beautiful.
Electronic Version Sketch for the Acoustic.
SWALMB by parmella

Mindful Elan of Holiness and Respect.

"..but why the Air Jordan Retro 11 'Concord'?!"

i know, i know. i'll get to that in a minute...

...my waking thoughts on Christmas' eve was a shower of mental snapshots:
"Don't write 'xmas' Mr. D, 'cause that's crossing out the 'Christ' in Christmas!"
-a few of my 5th graders.

okie doke.


"..this economy got things bad! What the hell happened to Richmond, bruh?"
(I had just relayed that I saw my buddy's apartment he lived in during high school,[he's since lived in New York the past 20 years] in the newspaper, a shot of it burned-out, aligned with a story about squatters and foreclosures)
"Damn, man, I tell people all the time out here I'm from Richmond, and they always say 'What, Richmond Virginia?'

"...and I'm like, naw' Richmond CALIFORNIA! It ain't no joke. You better ASK somebody!"



yes. at least to me, these hard times look slightly 'harder' in the Rich.


my daily spiritual routine involves 7 elements of mindfulness interconnected to:
vision. wisdom. purity. strength. peace. love. and victory.
there are many other fine ideas to attach to ones' ongoing awareness about in the world, i suppose...

but reflecting, as my closest loved ones are well beyond a 50 mile radius from me today, it is easiest to go about the business of each activity with elan, holiness and respect.

some would argue the Nike AJ Retro 11' Concord embodies that.
to others it's just another iconic bastion of what's wrong with consumption; what, with the lines, rushes to collect, cop, admire, stunt...what have you.

to me, this shoe, as enigma, is yet another focal point or flash point of regional urban experience; highlighting the disparate variance of human conditions.

remember Cazals?
remember Krylon?
remember the 'tennis bracelet'?
remember the 'perfect' one?
remember (that thing, person or ingredient of your own experience that would take you to that next level of 'fresh'?)

And...
does the planet REALLY have a chance at the precipice of globally spread democracy in the age of protest?

against what?
materialism's ideal is at odds with provision's definition of what's 'basic'
and it's simply boggling to see how urges to be heard go hand in hand with ongoing urges to reinvent the 'necessities' concept.

bwlp here, sending you best wishes during amazingly turbulent times;
despite the desperate...

it's an honor to be alive now

...grateful for friendship and loves through music
...thankful for awareness and capacity to consider opposing views
...loving that the urge to assist someone in need, need not go further than your neighbor

...loving the mindful elan of holiness and respect that comes from wholly tending to the art of living.


HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

What's newest?
an additional pseudonym for some upcoming drum and bass projects:
PHOEB
IUSS
FOE

it's looking more like springtime release joints...

p.s. honorable mentions to Shogun Audio.

Michael Ellis Makes Sense. Happy Holidays!

This is a KQED must hear...

"Healing
Michael Ellis says sometimes only a mystery explains the unexplainable.

By Michael Ellis

About two years ago I began to suffer the greatest series of cluster headaches I have ever had. These are related to, but not exactly like, migraines and are also called suicide headaches. They can be extremely debilitating and people have been known to kill themselves from them. Fortunately I do not suffer to that extent -- but they are bad.

While I was leading trips in the Mojave, I went to see an eccentric artist friend of mine who lives on the edge of Death Valley. I mentioned my headaches to her. She said, "I am a hands-on healer and I can help you."

"Well I don't have time right now I have to go meet my other group."

"It only takes a moment."

Ok, I had nothing to lose. She uncrossed my legs, had me sit erect, closed my eyes and as I sat still on a worn out folding chair in the hot desert heat. She put her hands on my head, said some things I could not understand, brushed rapidly downward several times and that was it. Fifteen seconds, max.

Now I am a scientist-type, a skeptic. If it cannot be measured and data gathered under controlled circumstances then I don't usually believe it. The fact is, however, I have not had a headache in nearly two years. Now they are called cluster headaches for a reason so it could have just been a coincidence. Last April when I returned to the desert I stopped by for another hands-on healing from LeAnne, just in case it wasn't.

Right now we are immersed in this holiday season, and spirit abounds. At age 60 I am finally beginning to understand, or at least feel, that there are many things in our world that cannot be quantified or explained but do exist. What hubris we humans have to think that if our feeble minds cannot grasp it, then it must not exist or be real. There are things that are simply mysteries right now.

My friend LeAnne touched me and I was healed. How, I do not know. Maybe someday we will be able to measure the energy fields that emanate from some people that can actually rearrange neuronal pathways at a close distance but for now I must accept that LeAnne is simply a hands-on healer with a gift to give.

This is Michael Ellis, with a Christmas Perspective."

Catch the audio here.