Wisdom...Tastes Like Gold

Fakin' Fronts, Perpetratin', and Disingenuous Behavior: It's All About Hypocrisy.

2011-01-08T17:36:00.000-08:00

Gangstarr knows the deal. "Take it Personal" is callin out all you suckas.

I'm not a big fan of people who don't mean what they say. Now I don't mean when you make a mistake and say one thing that means another. I'm talking about hypocrisy. Preaching one thing and doing another.

A lot of people wonder why the young generation is so jaded; so cynical. A certain percentage are that way because it's a growing trend and the popular thing to do. Those who are actually jaded, are that way because of all those lying "righteous politicians", the religious leaders who lie, cheat, steal, and do immoral things, businessman who steal our investments and retirement funds, musicians who sell their soul to be mainstream successes, misleading infomercials, home equity loans, star athletes on steroids, and the startling uncertainty of the American dream.

Hypocrites in high places may be unaware of their powerful influence, but it truly is remarkable how much proverbial stock we purchase in influential people. One false move and you really can break a person's heart and through that disappointment it can possibly shape a person's life.

So as a result maybe if people kept their integrity, we'd be better off. More people would vote, trust in big corporations, safely believe in their local religious establishment, have access to more quality music, not waste money on stupid diet plans and Jack LaLanne Power Juicers, believe in our favorite athletes and quite possibly believe in the American Dream.

Or not.

The choice is yours.

The object is to enjoy life. Not leech from the very existence of the human race.

-TLG/MTFZ

Metafizics Theatre Presents: The Wackness

2011-01-08T15:54:00.000-08:00

The Wackness was awarded the Audience Award for Dramatic Film at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival.

Cast

Ben Kingsley as Dr. Jeffrey Squires
Josh Peck as Luke Shapiro
Famke Janssen as Kristin Squires
Olivia Thirlby as Stephanie Squires
Mary-Kate Olsen as Union
Method Man as Percy
David Wohl as Mr. Shapiro
Jane Adams as Eleanor
Talia Balsam as Mrs. Shapiro
Aaron Yoo as Justin

The Wackness is a coming of age story that many and possibly most people can relate to. When I first heard about this movie and the lead actor being Josh Peck, I definitely raised an eyebrow. How serious could a movie be with the fat kid from such Nickelodeon programming as the movie "Snow Day" and the show "Drake and Josh"? Why should I waste my time?

It all takes place in New York City, circa 1994. The peak of the golden age of Hip Hop. Luke Shapiro (Josh Peck) is a high school senior getting ready for graduation and his first semester of college. In the meantime he trades pot for psychiatry visits with his mentor/psychiatrist, Dr. Squires (Ben Kingsley). At the same time, Luke has a serious crush on Dr. Squires's step daughter, Stephanie Squires (Olivia Thirlby) whom is pretty well known at school. Luke is not the most popular kid in school and is awkward in most situations when it comes to speaking with Stephanie. Luckily for Luke, all of her friends go away for the summer and she chooses to hang around with him. Every lame kid's dream.

During the long hot summer, Luke and his parents go through a financial crisis that requires him to put the burden of provider squarely on his two shoulders. With an ingenious idea to make money quickly, we're taken on an adventure that spans an entire summer. The old school 90s soundtrack is heavily laced with nostalgia and is incredibly thematic. This movie is for those who have been heartbroken, the hip-hop heads, also Rock aficionados, people looking for a little culture and enlightenment, and especially those not looking for a traditional Hollywood movie.

I learned a lot about myself from the movie. I definitely identify with one of the best quotes in the film:

"So that was all bullshit right? All that stuff about embracing your pain, making it a part of you? You can't do this, you can't just give up. Life is hard and it's full of pain and what-not, but we take it cause there's great stuff too. And we can do it cause we have friends- because we have each other" - Luke Shapiro

I implore you. Come learn a little bit about yourself. Take a look in the mirror. You might finish the movie, a different person.

Oh yeah, and Method Man is a Jamaican drug dealer. Watch it!

-TLG/MTFZ

Where Did The Quality Go? (OG vs Retro)

2011-01-07T18:12:00.000-08:00

Poor Buggin' Out. His OG Cement IVs would fetch upwards of $1,000, if he kept 'em in the shoebox.

Like any upcoming business, there is an initial business model. A plan of what they want to accomplish as a company and how they will do it. But to be a successful business, you have to understand when the business model has to change and adapt. Inflation rates, cost of production, differing trends, all contribute to why a company would alter a model.

After doing a little research, on the subject. I recently examined Nike/Jordan's business model. As a young consumer, we want the most bang for our buck. That means quality. Nowadays, many sneakerheads complain of the slowly degrading quality of Nike/Jordan's product. For a good minute, I was one of those people with a complaint of my own. But when I stepped back and looked at things from a businessman's point of view, I saw why they shifted.

Nike established itself as the pinnacle of quality and technology at the forefront of athletic equipment back in the 80s and 90s. The purpose of their sneakers were for athletic usage, so they were designed as high quality training equipment for the sports enthusiast. But because of the onset of Hip Hop music in the 80s and 90s, sports gear including footwear became part of the everyday culture and fashion.

As sneakers continued to disappear from store shelves, consumers realized that if they didn't purchase more than 1 pair of their favorite kicks, they may never get the chance to wear them again. At that time, the idea of "retro-ing" a sneaker wasn't conceptualized yet. Thus creating the sub-culture of sneaker collecting.

Around 1994, Nike started introducing the first retro editions of earlier Jordan Models. It was the first time, enthusiasts were able to collect models they weren't able to purchase years prior. (correct me if I'm wrong) Nike did its market research very well. They knew of their product's popularity amongst the Hip Hop crowd. Because of this sheer fact, they knew most people who bought a pair, were not going to use them in a full 82 game season, like Michael Jordan himself! The collectors and sneakerheads alike would buy a pair or two, maybe keep one on "ice" and wear the other one occasionally to turn a few heads. The game has changed.

With that being said, as a smart company, Nike/Jordan's original model does not fit with how the actual product is being used. It has shifted from a "Performance-first" product to a "Lifestyle-first" product. Therefore, it's only right that they hold back on the materials. Especially since, fine Italian leathers only increase the cost of production and the price the consumers pay.

I read an interesting take on this issue from insidethesneakerbox.com:

"Reality is, though a lot of things have changed since the OG products, but in general one thing has not, price. Foamposites dropped originally for 200.00. Over 14 years later, they are still 200.00. Minimum wage has been raised multiple times, prices have increased on everything from a gallon of milk to your college tuition, however this Nike release has stayed the same. For example, using a standard inflation calculator, a shoe that cost 145.00 in 1997, would now cost nearly 195.00. That would be a pretty hefty jump. Some Nike products have increased in price, but I would guess that over 75% have stayed the same, or even gone down for Sneakerheads because of options such as more footwear sales and options such as outlets. In 1997, the OG air max 97 was 145.00. Years later, Sneakerheads now cop air max 97′s on Friends and Family sales and Employee Appreciation hook ups. The point is Nike has a cost to swallow in some way. They are selling you a shoe in 2010 for the same price or even at as much as 50% less. Either they give you an OG Quality Jordan VI with OG quality materials at a MODERN PRICE adjusted for inflation (200.00 a pair) or they give you a decent retro version that you can actually afford and serves a purpose for the OG price. Now I know many Sneakerheads will say, “give me quality,” but I’m telling you if they say that, smack ‘em, ‘cus they are lying to themselves."

So can we really fault them for the shift? Not really. You be the judge, being a businessman sometimes means you have to take a loss in order to win in the long-run. If you think about it, if Hip-Hop culture never influenced the sneaker business, would the quality still be at OG levels?

To illustrate the difference is the above video. Is the visual difference between the two pairs enough for you to not buy a brand new one?

At the end of the day, everyone has a different preference. Of course, I love and value OG over Retro, all day any day. But its just business, if you don't want a pair, don't buy one. After doing my research on the topic, I do understand the business aspect behind it. I'll still buy a retro once in a while. When I have the money of course!

-TLG/MTFZ

Metafizics Theatre Presents: "Do The Right Thing"

2011-01-07T14:42:00.000-08:00

Cast

Spike Lee as Mookie, a young black man working in Sal's Famous Pizza
Danny Aiello as Sal, a surly Italian man who owns the pizzeria
Ossie Davis as Da Mayor, an older black man who some call the town drunk
Ruby Dee as Mother Sister, an older black woman who observes the neighborhood goings-ons from the window of her brownstone and despises Da Mayor
Richard Edson as Vito, one of Sal's sons and a friend of Mookie's
Giancarlo Esposito as Buggin' Out, an excitable friend of Mookie's who "wants some brothers" on Sal's wall of fame
Bill Nunn as Radio Raheem, a towering young black man who always carries around a huge boom box blasting only Public Enemy's "Fight the Power"
John Turturro as Pino, another one of Sal's sons. He is not happy about being one of the last Italians in the neighborhood, nor about his brother's interracial friendship
Rosie Perez as Tina, Mookie's girlfriend
Paul Benjamin as ML
Frankie Faison as Coconut Sid
Robin Harris as Sweet Dick Willie
Miguel Sandoval as Officer Mark Ponte, a policeman
Rick Aiello as Officer Gary Long, a white policeman
Joie Lee as Jade, Mookie's sister
Samuel L. Jackson as Señor Love Daddy, the local DJ
Roger Guenveur Smith as Smiley, a young, mentally impaired man who tries to sell pictures of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr.
Steve Park as Sonny, a Korean grocery store owner across the street from Sal's
Steve White as Ahmad
Martin Lawrence as Cee
Leonard L. Thomas as Punchy
Christa Rivers as Ella
Luis Antonio Ramos as Stevie
John Savage as Clifton
Frank Vincent as Charlie
Richard Parnell Habersham as Eddie
Ginny Yang as Kim, Sonny's wife

That's right... A Spike Lee Joint. The film was a commercial success and received numerous accolades and awards, including an Academy Award nomination for Lee for Best Original Screenplay. The film has grown in stature over time and is commonly listed among the greatest films of all time. In 1999, it was deemed to be "culturally significant" by the U.S. Library of Congress, and was selected for preservation in the National Film Registry, one of just five films to have this honor in their first year of eligibility.

The Year is 1989. The Season is Summer. The Location is the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn (otherwise known as Bed-Stuy).

We're taken on a ride through the racially tense late 80s, a tumultuous time filled progressive Black Pride, the phenomenon of White-Flight, and the increasing popularity of Hip-Hop.

But on this hot summer day in Brooklyn, it all simmered to a boil.

Our main character Mookie (Spike Lee) works for Sal's Pizzeria, a legendary establishment on the block, that has been there before the neighborhood became predominantly black. A staple in the community. Sal (Danny Aiello) is fair businessman that understands and appreciates the business he receives from the black community. Pino (John Turturro), Sal's son, is highly prejudice and has a low-lying resentment for the community and projects it on his younger brother, Vito (Richard Edson) whom is amicable with Mookie the deliveryman. As the movie progresses it's easy to see that Mookie is the adhesive that holds this whole block together. He is respected and people look to him for acceptance and support.

Over the course of one day, the morals and true feelings for one another on the block is unleashed. By the end of the day, it was no longer Black vs White vs Latino vs Asian, just only Black and White. True colors were shown in flashes of desperation and raw, unfiltered emotion. Black and White wasn't just limited to Minority vs Caucasians yet Right vs Wrong, Good vs Evil, Freedom vs Oppression, and Love vs. Hate. It was a true test of what everyone was capable of. You'll see that once Mookie decides to act in a certain manner, the community follows suit. He is a bonafide leader.

I've been meaning to watch this movie for too long and when I finally did, I realized it was more of an artistic representation that had metaphors everywhere. Spike Lee's masterpiece. It's a must see movie and a possible life changer. I think its more of a educational film rather than just entertainment based. So pay attention! Maybe it'll add some insight to your life. So you can....

DO THE RIGHT THING!
Here are some more Screenshots I took:

-TLG/MTFZ

What Does Christmas Mean to Metafizics?

2010-12-24T21:01:00.000-08:00

The readers that know me personally know that I don't practice any religion or hold any higher spirtual beliefs. So for a long time, I've been trying to figure out a reason as to why I feel so strongly against religion, yet celebrate a religious holiday with fam and friends. The answer is simple.

Christmas is no longer the holiday that it used to be. To me it has taken on a whole new meaning. Yeah, there is a big consumerist element these days but thats all very petty and materialistic. Don't get me wrong, we all like to receive and many of us like to give (notice the difference). That's all well and good but what's more valuable is the time that we spend with loved ones. Family and Friends.

I come home and my fun is spending time with the most important people in my life. It took me awhile to find the significance behind the holiday, but I'm glad its not a materialistic one.

I like to observe the shoppers during this time of year. All in a frenzy, caught up with Tickle Me Elmos, PS3s, Godiva chocolates, and iPhones. It seems like we subconsciously put more emphasis on the presents than the actual people themselves. As if the recipients will love us more for what we get them. In some sad cases, thats all it takes for some. I'm not saying throw out all your gifts and go empty handed, but just remember that you shouldnt have to feel obligated to purchase something just to maintain a person's happiness, feelings for you, etc.

This holiday and a few others have created this obligation to buy, buy, and buy. Overtime it just ends up overshadowing the real and true meaning.

Going through economic struggles as a child helped me gain insight into what really matters. As a little kid the gifts are really all you can think about. You can try and teach the youth the real meaning but it means nothing until later. When my material gifts started getting smaller and smaller, it finally dawned on me that my gift was there the whole time.

My family, my friends, and my health.

Merry Christmas y'all!

-TLG/MTFZ

Dream/Reality.

2010-12-24T19:21:00.000-08:00

You rub your eyes and sit up in bed, look around to verify where you are in the world. Maybe look at your hands or check to see if your body is intact. You just woke up from a dream. The feeling is real, but it really is not. A single dream can change your life, the way you view the world, or perhaps something as minute as a simple step in your daily routine. Now this post isn't about the science of dreaming or any type of method explaining why we have them. Its merely an acknowledgement of a phenomenon many of us experience on a regular basis.

We dream about things we want, things we DONT know that we want, things we dont want, and things we DONT know that we DONT want. But sometimes we dream about total nonsense. What if it isnt? How do we know when to have a good or bad feeling about a dream? To heed a warning? To proceed with an idea?

Maybe I'm just trying to provoke some thoughts in your head before you go to sleep, but now that you've started to read, you can't help but think of what's going on in your head when your subconscious takes over.

Some ideas are best left in the dream world. But for just a second think about world leaders, business executives, and the world's most influential people. How many of their important decisions, transactions, moves, etc. are influenced by a dream or series of dreams? We'll never know the answer to that. Before a big decision is made, don't many people just...

"Sleep on it."

-TLG/MTFZ

A Tale of Two Cities. (Northridge vs. Santa Barbara)

2010-12-22T21:01:00.000-08:00

This post should be pretty un-biased since I'm from neither of these places. I do live in Northridge, but I am fully aware of its cons as opposed to its pros.

Simply put, Northridge is a city located within the San Fernando Valley, otherwise known as "the valley". Quintessential suburban lifestyle resides here. An endless sprawl of In-N-Outs, Medicinal Marijuana Depots, Wal-Marts, Costcos, and a "cookie cutter" layout of neighborhoods. In my opinion this just spells: bland. Even though there is no culture, there is a culture. Valley culture.

I've come to realize the comfort of having a 7-Eleven on every other corner. Believe me, late night 7-Eleven runs are definitely life savers. Unfortunately mass transit can't even compare to New York's vast and expansive Bus and Subway system. It serves its purpose, it is not there to wow you but to just get you from point A to point B (hopefully in a timely fashion.)

A new experience for me is the mountain view. I lived in a valley back in New York but it cant compare to the landscape of the SF valley. I have fallen in love with looking out of my window and seeing a mountain; pretty cool and definitely something that natives take for granted.

There is a definite car culture here. In general, California is drive first, walk last. There's a song called "Nobody Walks in LA". This definitely rings true in Northridge. Some of the loneliest sidewalks I have ever seen can be found in Northridge. Culture-shock. Walking anywhere is a chore and finding partners to walk with is even more of a chore.

Me: Hey, I'm gonna walk to the mall to go get some applications. Wanna Join?
Friend: Dude, how far is the mall from here?
Me: Uhhhh.. about 2 miles or so. It's only a 30 minute walk.
Friend: Hell no! Are you serious? That's too far!

^^^They wouldn't survive a day in NY with that attitude. On a good day I walk 30-40 blocks in the city. My record is 70 in a day.

I absolutely love the variety of food available in the valley, I've tried so many new things. From Mongolian BBQ to Italian, Vietnamese to Mexican, there's never a dull eating experience to be had.

I'm pretty confident that nobody is going to argue with me on this. Northridge does not have much of a party scene, dorm parties are.... well, they are dorm parties. Parties off campus end pretty quickly with the ever vigilant Northridge Police Force knocking at your door at 10pm saying "Clear out, party's over."

Theres not much stuff to say about Northridge. It really is Suburbs: Personified.

Northridge is an interesting change from my life in New York. There are pros and cons but on an overall level I have made the most of my experience.

SB. A nice coastal area with beautiful vistas from cliffs, an air of relaxation, a sub-culture of free-spiritism (is that even a word?), and a get away from the hustle and bustle of LA. Cool temperatures year round and cool vibes. What could be wrong with this place?

I'm going to take this comparison to the community of Isla Vista, some may know this place by the initials: IV and others may know it because of the University of California: Santa Barbara campus. To me this is like the total opposite of Northridge. A different level of what is considered normal.

Cars aren't really needed within the city, in fact, the pedestrians rule the streets. J-Walking is tame in comparison. Walking in the middle of the streets at night is normal and the cars are cautioned. Another popular mode of transportation, is the bicycle. Never have I seen so many bikes in my life. An incredible sight to say the least. Even though SB may not have a very developed mass transit system, you won't be stranded without a car. Stores and restaurants are in close proximity to the school and apartments/houses.

The PREMIERE party scene in SoCal is up at UCSB. I'm sure that many people will argue their school is better, but I'm pretty convinced this is one of the best. When a small community can have thousands of people come to party for Halloween weekend, it says something. It gets pretty insane, my first time wasn't as crazy as prior years but for my first exposure it was intense. You'd be surprised how easy it is to mistake drunken hoards of horny half-naked college students as a group of zombies. When I tell you that people party here.. there is no understatement.

Many of the parties take place on one street. Del Playa. Many of the houses and apartments have balconies which hang over a steep cliff that leads to the beach. Now that spells danger for many drunk people. Yah. Cliff dives are not uncommon here. In my second visit to the area I witnessed the aftermath of a guy who fell over a balcony head first, one story, to the balcony below. Forehead completely skinned off and swollen, he was so numb from inebriation he felt no pain. He walked away with the help of a few people. That was just a taste!

On a lighter, less serious note, food here is pretty healthy and organic and open LATE! A feature that Northridge lacks severely. It is Americanized to a degree and a little less authentic but most places are mom & pop establishments and the community has been able to stave off commercialization for a long time.

All in all. If one were to choose the better place to live. I could not tell them to pick one over the other. It really depends on who YOU are as a person. Like parties? SB is for you. Like a more urban yet suburban environment ? Northridge is for you.

Or just flip a coin and surprise yourself, perhaps you'll notice something I didn't.

-TLG/MFTZ

Hiatus.

2010-12-18T20:49:00.000-08:00

It's been a cool minute since I have posted anything. But as always, Metafizics is still breathing. The concept is still alive.

Finals are over now and I'm back in New York. All this free time has me itching to write something new. I think i have just the thing.

-TLG/MTFZ

Stale Coffee and Cigarettes. (Ramblings)

2010-11-03T00:29:00.000-07:00

Folgers to Starbucks. Camel to Marlboro. Stale coffee and cigarettes are the official aroma of life. The lingering scent of business deals, office meetings, break-time, the morning ride on the train. The smell of 6am. Ya know, those types of mornings where you JUST make it out of bed? The essence of working on papers late at night. Especially when the deadline is just 2 hours away.

On my desk are stale coffee rings and cigarette ashes. (metaphorically speaking of course.) Who knew writing about stale coffee and cigarettes would be such a hard task?

Such a repulsive smell. On the way home from work. Rush hour. Close quarters on the bus. I'm sandwiched between the smell of stale coffee and cigarettes. A hard day at work reduced to the pungent odor of cafe Ole and Marlboro lights.

On the skin of old ladies who drive battleship-esque Cadillacs and Buicks; wrinkled, aged. It's their perfume. Forget Nordstrom or Bloomingdales, its only $ 6.50 a pack and $ 2.50 a cup.

At the same time. It is one of the few things in our world that transcends upper and lower class social rankings. People of all walks of life smoke and drink coffee.

They also wear the stench of...Stale Coffee and Cigarettes.

-TLG/MTFZ

Metafizics.

2010-11-02T19:14:00.000-07:00

Metaphysics is the study of the order of the universe. Everything has its place. The idea that the most minute daily actions lead us to our current place in the universe. Metaphysics strives to answer all the questions that science cannot. Mainly the ones that start with "why". Unlike science in its approach, it acts as another branch of philosophy. While many people use religion to answer questions like "why are we on earth?" and "why do we exist?" Metaphysics is the philosophical inquiry of a non-empirical character into the nature of existence.

So what is "Metafizics"?

The next chapter. A re-branding. Tastes Like Gold is undergoing a revolution/evolution of sorts. In the upcoming months there will be a shift to more metafizical matters.

Metafizics strives to spark your brain and force you to ask questions. Do research. Be curious. Wonder.

Stay tuned.

-TLG/MTFZ

Like a Ton of Bricks.

2010-10-17T20:39:00.000-07:00

I'm waiting to be hit by something that resembles a ton of bricks. Not literally. An idea that has the weight of 2,000 pounds of masonry. Currently, I'm in a transitional state. I really want to move forward with the shirt production but I think re-branding myself is more important at the moment.

Having your own name is an investment in security and peace of mind. I do not want to share someones steez, swag, (whatever you want to call it.) If its going to be my work, I want it to be mine.. all mine. So thats why I've been waiting. To be inspired. To be hit by this ton of bricks. I have a few ideas. I'm not planning to share just yet. I'm still experimenting. Be patient y'all.

I've also been really busy and kinda blank in terms of what to write about. So forgive me for the lack of blog posts. This is a little thing to let you know I'm still breathing. :)

-TLG

Soap+Water+Toothbrush+Cloth= A Love That Won't Die.

2010-09-25T19:29:00.000-07:00

"...I don't know about you, but I clean mine 10 times a day"

-Dom Kennedy "Tennis Shoes"

Most things eventually fade away. But when you truly love something, a piece of it will remain in your heart forever. If the opening photo was no indication, my first love was a pair of sneakers.

Laces... Rubber... and Sole.

There is beauty in simplicity. But do you have any idea what goes into conceptualizing/creating a pair of sneakers? Very complex. (Stay Tuned.. REMEMBER THIS LINE.. I WILL REFER TO IT LATER.)

Collecting sneakers may seem like a hobby to some, but to many people its a part of something greater. The people who do it for the right reasons, add meaning and sentimental value to their collection. The shoes on my feet aren't just shoes to me. There is a story behind the acquisition. Some stories are longer than others, but there is meaning behind each pair.

I started once I got my first job. Nobody could tell me what I could and could not buy. Finally my own money. After my first few years of collecting, I accumulated a nice stack of sneakers. Having some new sneakers every few months became a must and I started to run out of closet space.

As a ritual, young collectors clean and take care of their sneakers, religiously. I would come home from school every Friday and spend hours opening up all the boxes and getting the cloth, cleaning solutions and tooth brush. I experimented with different combinations of cleaning liquids. Windex with hand soap. Dish Detergent with some of the Cleaning Foam from Foot Locker.. etc. etc. I could've wrote a book on it.

To take care of Patent Leather: Spray Windex or any other window cleaning solution; wipe clean. Enjoy the sparkle. It would be my version of the Bible.

But like I mentioned before, things fade away. Many sneakerheads, stop cleaning or maintaining. They buy 1 pair to rock and 1 pair to stock. In my humble opinion, sneakers are meant to be worn! I don't have enough money to buy two pairs of the same sneaker. I'll make sure that I put in the effort to take care of the sneaker so it keeps looking fresh, even 3 years later.

I still take care of my sneakers. It's a love that won't die.

You should always protect your investment. You don't need all those fancy Footaction and Footlocker fluids. Get soap, warm water, a toothbrush, some cloths, and time.

Your kicks will thank you later.

-TLG

A Late Tribute to 9/11. (Forever Relevant)

2010-09-24T18:51:00.000-07:00

WTC still remains in spirit.

Damn.. It feels like just yesterday when this all happened. My third day in the 6th grade at Yonkers High School. A bright-eyed 11 year old with a heart of gold (okay, i'll stop!).. i digress. It was a perfectly warm, early September day. A high of about 70 degrees without a cloud in the sky. Whether you were 11 or 81, you had no idea of knowing that this day would tear a great big hole in the New York Skyline, the already tense relationship between people of middle eastern decent and Americans, and our sense of security.

4th period. Lunch. Eating my signature Turkey Sandwich, with Lettuce.. sometimes Tomato... and definitely sprinkles of black pepper. With a Kool Aid Jammer.. probably the cherry variety. (i kick it old school, if you didn't know). An announcement from the loud speaker quieted the noisy cafeteria, to a low hum. Our principal, almost resembling FDR, delivered the shocking news of the terror attacks. Imagine how difficult it must have been to pass on that information to middle school children. Kids who go home and watch Hey Arnold and Rocket Power, suddenly have to understand what terrorism is. For some it was an incredibly traumatizing experience. It was a confusing day. Everyone was on edge.

An endless amount of early dismissal calls shortly ensued. Some kids, left behind their innocence; lives changed forever. There were a few that lost family members. Fortunately enough for me, I did not lose anyone to the attacks.

After a weird, confusing, eye-opening day. It was finally time to go home to watch the never-ending news reports, all depicting the same drama. The collapse of two great architectural achievements. There were even photographs of a man who jumped out of one of the Towers to his instant death. It was so surreal. Watching everything go wrong. I had never witnessed anything like it, in my life. I had the mind-state that no one would be able step on our soil and touch us. We were vulnerable, just like everyone else. Not impenetrable. Not invincible. A very scary reality.

Not to forget the tragedies that happened in D.C. and in that open field in Pennsylvania. I tell you the story from my point of view.

It took me sometime to get over the sound of helicopters and airplanes flying overhead. I was lucky. Some had it much worse, therapy, depression, etc. I appreciated life so much more after that. Looking back on it, 9 years later, I have a much greater appreciation for life.

As a New Yorker, it still hurts, but If there's one thing about New Yorkers.. we always bounce back. We wont forget. I certainly won't.

R.I.P. To all of our fallen fire fighters, police officers, civilians, and soldiers who fight for us overseas.

-TLG

The Thirst for Blood: A Dietary Staple for Humans.

2010-09-09T22:43:00.000-07:00

Evolutionarily speaking, humans have come a long way, but as with everything that evolves, there are links to the past. Even though we have created elaborate societies with social ethics and rules, within everyone lies a primitive, carnal side. Blood-thirst. Does it make you a bad person, for feeling a little thirsty sometimes? No, you're just human. Can it make you do bad things? Of course. Now when I say blood, keep in mind, not all fights result in bloodshed. I'm merely grouping together all violent acts, bloody or not, verbal fights, even food fights.

Yesterday was no different. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I commute to work. Specifically in the Little Tokyo/Arts District of LA. I take public transportation the entire way back and forth. In those two days, I'm in transit for 8hrs. This leaves me quite a bit of time to be exposed to all types of people from all walks of life.

I was on the way home; taking the red line. At the Vermont/Sunset stop, this black dude gets on the train. I'm sitting close to the door and I noticed he was shouting at another man on the platform. "Whatchu lookin at? Whatchu lookin at?". The latino man he was shouting at came on to the train and with a heavy accent he retorted "You need to get out of my way!" then followed with a push. In shock, the black guy responded with "Oh, so you wanna start something, huh?". All of a sudden, everyone who was at my end of the car, tried to move out of the way as these two started fighting. I've always flirted with the idea of.. maybe, just maybe, breaking up a fight amongst two strangers; this was crazy. It was a real fight. Complete with headlocks, punches, kicks, and other grappling. It was so serious, they were literally fighting on top of passengers. Almost parallel to the floor! It was quite a scene that lasted a full minute, just until they reached the next stop. During this minute that lasted for all but 10 seconds in my head, I was regretting my decision to restore my iPhone. I lost an app to record video. It was the only thing going on in my mind. I didn't care who they were, why they were fighting, and who would stop them. I was most upset that I couldn't immortalize the moment.

Always Remember: Rule #1 for taking public transportation.
DO NOT GET INVOLVED WITH FIGHTS.. because some people just don't have shit to lose.

I'm not entirely sure what attracts us to violence and witnessing violent acts. Sure it's traumatizing to most, but deep down inside I really didn't want it to end. I was incredibly entertained. In that split second, I realized that we live in a culture that supports these cravings for blood. I'm not calling for people to stop making violent video games and movies, hosting boxing and MMA events. I just want Joe Schmo and Jane Doe to admit it. You like to see people fight, especially when you're not the one involved! If I can admit it, then you can too.

So we reached the next stop, Hollywood/Western. The latino dude gets off the train and the black guy proceeds to taunt him. "Yeah thats what I thought, you cake ass, bitch ass nigga!" (I sugarcoat nothing, sorry if it offends you. This is real life.) What happens next is unclear to me, but from what I can assume is the latino dude did something to get the black dude off the train. "OH HELL NO!" Can you believe it? They started fighting on the platform, street fighter style. -_- NOWWWW do you understand why I wish I had that app to record?

After the fever pitch died down, I made eye-contact with a young woman whom I shared a laugh with. "I was having a boring day at work, but this made my entire day worthwhile!" And it's just as simple as that. Blood-thirst; a guilty pleasure.

I snapped back to reality. Isn't it fascinating what makes people happy. In one corner, are two men, who obviously are frustrated over something, petty or not petty, neither of these guys woke up this morning knowing they'd be in a fight. In the other corner are the bystanders, in awe of the whole moment. Whether we wear our true expressions on our face or not, I'm willing to bet that everyone who was close enough to see the fight was enjoying it at least slightly.

Currently I'm trying to figure out how this next portion of the story is relevant. Two stops later, a man dressed as Jesus gets on the train. Yes, it was his intention to look exactly like him, the beard, long hair, long robe, everything. Perhaps, it was an omen, especially to the religious people out there. I'm not apart of any organized religion but I think the allegory/metaphor/symbolism of his appearance is there. Maybe our carnal, primal, primitive thirst for blood was necessary back in prehistoric times, but is now a built-in character flaw? Nothing is certain. Maybe we need to change our ways. But how do you change something that is apart of our psychology; our subconscious? A paradox.

Sit down and think about the last time you were thirsty. Was it that time you watched the after school fight? What about the time you were apart of a food fight? Ever come home from a long day at work and just want to play Grand Theft Auto? If any of these are true, not to mention the countless other situations... Then you're probably a....

Blood.
Thirsty.
Human.
Being.

Don't admit it just because I said so. Just be real with yourself.

-TLG

Tastes Like Romance.

2010-09-03T21:54:00.000-07:00

Romance. One of the most powerful influences in the universe. Romance can make you feel amazing, like a cool breezy drive down the 405; yet in the same breath it can make you sick even to the point where food doesn't taste the same. Romance can make you feel rich and whole, but on the other hand people become broke (literally and figuratively) chasing the wrong ideal or person. Romance can put you in this viscously amorous haze that clouds your judgement, yet it just feels so right. Your friends are useless to these great powers of romance. The force of a thousand freight trains speeding towards you cannot be stopped. Everyone is susceptible to romance, so theres no use in fighting it. But this is not going to be a post lamenting on the downsides of romance and falling in love. We're gonna stay positive today.

In my opinion, romance is one of the most important concepts that humans have the ability to grasp. Once in awhile, there are couples that genuinely exude happiness. Couples that bring out the best in each other. Couples that trust each other, embrace their flaws, and understanding each others shortcomings.

Yesterday, I had the privilege to photograph two very dear friends of mine, a beautiful couple, one of my favorite couples actually. I had this concept in my head for the longest time, I really wanted to find a street completely lined with palm trees and take pictures in the middle of the street. But what street in LA would i choose? There are so many. I decided on 6th ave in Leimert Park. (It's directly adjacent to the Crenshaw neighborhood of LA.)

Exactly as I pictured it.

It just so happens that one of my friends is a native of the area, she was down to take a trip and take some pictures with my roommate, coincidentally, her boyfriend. Perfect.

Just starting their walk, on the journey of life.

Believe it or not, I had dreams about taking this photo, for over a month leading up to the day of the shoot. It came out pretty nice.

Quite possibly the best picture of the day. I don't think I've ever captured a more genuine emotion than the one they're expressing right now. They were great models. BIG UPS!!!

Another genuine emotion. Seriously, most people have never seen him cheese that much. Just more evidence of a great day in the hood.

A candid embrace.

At the end of the shoot, I just needed to take a seat. A nice end to another beautiful afternoon in Sunny LA!

Before I close out, I want to leave everyone with a little something something I've come to realize.

Take a break from going crazy, from your frantic work life, and all of your drama. Sit down and think about the happiest moments of your life. Some people will find that their happiest moments are shared with people they love, care about, or feel deeply for. Think about that for a second. Then ask yourself what you really want out of life and figure out the ways to achieve and attain it. Let's face it, we can never be happy 24/7, but what if we could be happy for at least 5-10 minutes out of every day? Do you have that one person that makes you feel whole on the inside? If not, maybe they're already searching for YOU. Sometimes we go looking for love and romance in all the wrong places, but what if we just worked on being ourselves, or figuring out what makes us... US! Then we wouldn't have to exert so much energy on people that weren't even worth the trouble anyways. Instead, the people, most compatible to you, will stand out the most.

Enjoy life and all of its awesome minute details and nanoseconds of brilliance. That's all I'm saying.

-TLG

The Dorm Life.

2010-08-27T18:52:00.000-07:00

CSUN is an interesting school.. known as a commuter university, but owns some of the best dorm facilities in the country. (In terms of space) Unfortunately, there are many students out there that get stuck with "postage stamp" sized dorms with a couple of bunk beds and minimal closet space. Cages. Literally cages. At CSUN the dorms are incredibly spacious. Comprable to 2 bedroom apartments.

My side of the room.

The dorms, however, are not for everyone. Many people end up getting their own apartments, which is cool. That is definitely the direction to head towards. If you're not looking for trouble and are open to meet new people, then your stay at the dorms will be just fine.

Over the past 2 years, there are volumes upon volumes of stories to share. From a Prozac-popping roommate to cops busting up parties, it has been quite a fun ride. Along this ride I learned a lot of valuable information, that could prove useful to anyone going through the dorm experience.

Some things to remember when living in the dorms at CSUN (or abroad)

1. If you clog the toilet twice within the first week, then you probably aren't ready to live away from home.

2. Making friends seems like a daunting task at first, but the majority of people living in the dorm community are in the exact same boat as you. Make the first step.

3. Be careful who you share your space with, if you don't feel comfortable leaving your valuables out, buy a safe. It may save you a bundle of drama in the long run.

4. Living off campus does have it's benefits, but you lose the "community" feel of the dorm complex. It's up to a person's specific preference. Everyone is different.

5. If you have problems with your roommate, speak up. Do not let it slide. It could prove to be quite "fatal" for the relationship between you and your roommates.

6 (probably more for the ladies). Have fun but stay aware at parties. Not everyone is looking out for YOU! If you know you can't handle the alcohol, don't try and keep up. Get your own drinks and stick with a group of friends you know and trust. The last thing you want is to be alone, drunk, and stranded in some place with a bunch of strangers.

7. I'll admit, I fell victim to this one. Freedom is intoxicating. It will also ruin your GPA. It took awhile but I'm finally back on track after two rough years. Find a healthy medium and try to enjoy your college experience whilst also staying on task. Remember these are the best years of your life.

There are many other important details, but they require full fledged stories to explain them.

CSUN, CSUN, CSUN... it seemed like just yesterday when I moved in for the first time. A bright-eyed freshman, with a level of naïveté, yet ready to take on the world no questions asked. Now as a Junior, I look at all these new kids following in the footsteps making all the mistakes I made, some even worse.

I can't help but laugh and say "That used to be me."

-TLG

Life is Good...On the Westside.

2010-08-20T15:14:00.000-07:00

"I've always wanted to go to California!! Oh, man what's it like?" These are usually the comments I get from my friends in NY.

My response: "First of all, I think everyone should see California at least once before they die." To answer the second question its really hard to make it not sound like a fantasy land.

Which brings up an interesting phenomenon for New Yorkers and Californians. Before I had ever lived in California, I harbored a specific idea of what California was like. Valley Girls, Surfers, Beaches, Endless Rows of Palm Trees, Free-Spirited People, and Perpetual Sunshine. A fantasy land. But on the coldest days in January during senior year, the warm thoughts of California kept my feet moving down the icy hill called Elm Street. And let me tell you, that walk home from school was not easy, especially in the winter time. It was these dreams that kept me alive on the inside. California Dreamin'.

Now that I live in California, I can no longer say it is a fantasy land, IT IS REAL. I never thought I would wake up every morning happy, but It became my reality. Come visit this state. Seriously.

For Californians who have never been to NY, it's the same thing. To them NY is : Subways, Great Pizza, Crowded Streets, Mean People, Tall Buildings, Times Square, and Cold Winters.

Having lived in New York for 18yrs, It's all of this and more. But one must visit both places to actually find out the truths, lies, and misconceptions.

Now every time I come back to California, it's like I'm experiencing it for the for the first time. Yesterday was one of those days. Chillin in Santa Monica and Westwood with the homies is just what the doctor ordered.

The Pacific. See what I mean?

Twilight (no. not the vampires.) in Westwood

Diddy Riese. A staple in Westwood. Freshly baked cookies and Dreyers (or for the East Coasters, Edy's) Ice Cream. This right here is two Oatmeal Raisin and Walnut Cookies with scoop of strawberry ice cream wedged in between. For a buck fifty, the price is right!

Brotha from anotha motha, Justin, sporting his Nikon. A good day for photography.

The Fox Theater in Westwood with a typical California sunset backdrop. Established in 1931; another staple in the neighborhood.

The drive back on the 5 freeway to cap off the day.

There's a place for everyone in this world. Never settle for mediocrity. Make the moves to change your life, anyone can do it. It is not easy, but then again life is hard. However at the same time, life.. is... good.

-TLG

JFK to BUR: in photos.

2010-08-18T16:04:00.000-07:00

For the first time, I decided to take photos while at the airport and on the flight. I was testing the atmosphere but next time around ill get some more.

a lifesaving outlet. There would have been problems if my iPod wasn't charged.

Some randoms.

Seinfeld x JetBlue ftw.

Flight was smooth. If it wasnt for the 160lbs of luggage I had to carry, I would have taken some shots of Burbank.

-TLG

A Bittersweet Goodbye to Summer.

2010-08-18T13:48:00.000-07:00

It has come to this. The moment I have been waiting for. This summer was not the best I have ever had but I learned very valuable and important lessons. Eye-opening yet relaxing. I’m relieved that it’s over but anxious to prove to myself that I actually learned anything. History does have a habit of repeating itself. But this time I will not allow myself to slip into the deep abyss of poor grades or drown in the pool of wasted time.

Back to California. I’m as excited as the first time I trekked out west for freshman year; the only difference now is that I have come prepared as a veteran. There are many opportunities to be had and thousands of moments to be seized. It took quite a long time to realize this simple truth, but the road to realization happened to be one of the best rides of my life. Now is the time to shake off the dust and regain momentum toward the original goal.

Even on the sunniest of days, my departures always seem to have this distinctly bittersweet mist in the air. You get comfortable. You’re in the friendly confines of home. Nobody can touch you, its home. But you have to leave at some point. Bitter and Sweet. At the end of the day, it is always good to know that I HAVE a home to go home to.

It usually hits me when the plane takes off. I’m Gone. There’s no one to wave goodbye to anymore, no one to blow a kiss at. You’re suspended 32,000 feet in the air and a flight attendant is asking you if you want chocolate chip cookies or munchies. Usually I take this time to switch my gears to “California-Mode” as I like to call it. Listen to a little Dre, Snoop, NWA, and definitely Daz and Kurupt. Once I land I will be ready.

By the time I settle in, I will no longer miss home. It’s a perpetual cycle . No need to medicate the pain of leaving when you have the best of both worlds. The feelings of being homesick fade away just as fast as the plane accelerates for take off.

Year 3 begins now. The Saga Continues.

-TLG

Hip-Hop: A Universal Language of Expression.

2010-08-15T19:01:00.000-07:00

A few weeks ago I came across this video on a Hip-Hop artist from Belgium with roots in the Congo. (for the history buffs out there, Belgium controlled Congo from 1885-1960; hence the connection.) The artist, Baloji has created a new sub-genre of hip-hop, dubbing it "Afropean". With influences of his African ancestry and his life in Belgium, it is clearly reflected in the music. He raps in French, while the beats are reminiscent of some African music my dad used to play.

I will admit, this is not for everyone. But if you appreciate and love music, then this is a treat for your ears. Music like this revitalizes the hip-hop landscape. Also reassures the true fans that innovation still exists. Unfortunately not everyone gets a chance to hear this music. However, it is there for those who are willing to give it a chance.

Hip-Hop is a universal language. Every culture has a different interpretation on the art of Hip-Hop. For some people, it's all about where you come from than what you have to say. It should be more about people uniting to share stories of their experiences, life, philosophies, etc. That is the world I want to live in.

If this intrigues you then you should definitely explore the vast world that hip hop has to offer. Even though there is a language barrier doesn't mean you can't vibe with it!

-TLG

Sooo... What's Up With the Online Store?

2010-08-13T14:21:00.000-07:00

Trial and Error. The only way to learn things in business and life. It may cost you a little extra time and money to find your way, but the profit and knowledge attained afterward is worth all the struggle.

This is one of those moments. The website I was planning on using to set up an online shop has issues with the programming and will not allow me to upload my t-shirt designs. On top of this, the shipping for these shirts takes almost a month. Very inefficient. As a way to alleviate the problem I want to invest in having my own inventory so I can sell and ship myself. Way faster and more reliable.

Until then. Stay Tuned.

-TLG

A Rivalry of Biblical Proportions: Yankees vs. Red Sox

2010-08-12T10:16:00.000-07:00

I am an avid baseball fan. Yankee Hater. Red Sox and Mets fan. But a Yankee Hater first. Nothing makes me happier when they lose, especially if I'm there to witness it. For the first time on Monday I was there to witness such a feat. Even though the Sox are hangin on by a thread for contention in the division and wild card, I had a damn good time.

A Local Northridgean can write his name in history as being part of historic rivalry.

(is that correct? is there a term for resident of Northridge? Northridger? Northridgite?)

<<< YMCA. A ballpark tradition.

Our boy from the 'ridge got robbed by an intrusive fan. The ball was inches away from his glove. >>>

It's times like these that I wished I had a telephoto lens.

My beloved Sox went on to win 2-1 in classic nail-biter fashion. The Yankees very well could have taken the game into their hands on about 3-4 separate occasions but squandered all opportunities.

Another chapter closed in the never-ending saga of the Yankees vs. Red Sox.

-TLG

A Very Humbling 9 Minutes. MUST WATCH WARNING: Strong Language

2010-08-11T16:21:00.000-07:00

I hope that you guys can spare 9 minutes of your time to watch the following video. An incredibly heartfelt look into the life of a Homeless Emcee. Even through the struggles, poor decisions, and tough breaks, this man still remains realistic, yet positive.

Living as a homeless man in NY, is a nothing short of a daunting task. From the cold winters to the impolite metropolitans, its hard to get by when it seems like everything and everyone is against you.

He mentions that about 70% of the people that pass him by ignore him like he doesn't exist. Another 15% are rude and the last few are actually pleasant and would stop and chat.

Growing up, I learned to stay away from the panhandlers on the street because all they ask is for money and they use it for drugs or alcohol. Not always the case, but it does happen quite a bit. The emcee quickly says "another 15 % ... they be disrespectful, don't know they could get they shit twisted, real fast." This raw statement is a scary reality that most people don't realize. Always be respectful, even if it takes extra effort. ( I know its hard, I need to do it too.) Do you want your shit twisted??

"It's a fuckin' miracle I ain't break no one's jaw yet. You don't know how many times I had to walk off... and let tears shed, cuz I really wanted to hurt someone real bad and had to stop myself. Thats where hip hop comes in." Hip hop is the salvation, the escape, the sanctuary for this man.

The 3-4 freestyles he spits during the 9 minutes are windows into the world in which he lives, unlike a lot of freestyles, these had a rare anecdotal quality. He shifts between characters and voices during the 10-15 sec spitfire sessions. A story is told.

Even though I don't agree with the way he lived his life, i find it remarkable that he remains positive. For some people its hard to even get up out of bed in the morning. (Mind you, he has no bed.) If i ever run into him when I'm in Brooklyn, I'd stop and at least give him a moment of my time if I got a moment of his. Because of this, my outlook on life is slightly different, but even the most miniscule impacts on life can have the greatest end results in the future.

When you think you have it bad, just remember there are people out there that may in fact have it worse than you. If this man can still remain positive after all he has been through, why can't you stay hopeful? Think about it.

-TLG

My rendition of the "I Love New York" T-shirt.

2010-08-10T08:56:00.000-07:00

On the way to the Roots concert, I caught a glimpse of this cool tag on a pillar in the 157th street station (Uptown Side). When on my way back home I remembered at exactly the right moment and got off the train and took the shot and headed home. I'm definitely going to keep this in the vault for the future.

The never ending love story.

-TLG

Anybody Want Candy??

2010-08-09T08:50:00.000-07:00

I get my candy fix from this truck. No trust me its cool, he's a good guy!

Just Kidding. You gotta be crazy.

I've been seeing this van on and off all summer a couple blocks away from my place. I kept telling myself I would get the shot. So I finally did.

Future T-Shirt? Perhaps.

-TLG

Wake Up!... A Morning Concert in Central Park.

2010-08-07T14:22:00.000-07:00

I am an avid listener of hip-hop and a college student. Therefore, I love free music. Lying in my bed on a Thursday morning, I caught the tail-end of Good Morning America; a staple in my household. An advertisement for GMA's Summer Concert Series came up and stated that the next day would feature John Legend and The Roots. WHAT???!!?

At that moment, I was struggling to gain reason. Why didn't I know this earlier? Whatever the case, I was excited because of the free opportunity to see the LEGENDARY Roots Crew but bummed that I wouldn't be able to share the moment with my closest friends from the lovely state of California.

The whole day I was telling myself I wouldn't go because it would be stupid to wake up early as hell in the morning to go to Central Park by myself. After some simple coaxing by some friends, I was committed to busting a mission at around 5am.

No.. I did not sleep at all that night. I set an alarm for 5am but turned it off and decided to just do something productive at 4am until it was time to start getting ready.

Showered. Camera Packed. Water Bottle Packed. Stop at Dunkin Donuts.
Check. Check. Check. And Check. (I even called my local Dunkin Donuts at 4:45 in the morning to find out when they opened. Thats dedication!)

On my way. I missed the first bus. The donuts were fresh so it was worth the 10 extra minutes I waited at the bus stop.

Take the Bx7 or Bx10 bus to 231st Street. Hop on the 1 train. No express trains that morning at 96nd or 72nd street. I went local all the way to Times Sqaure. Transfer to the Shuttle. Take the uptown 6 train from Grand Central. Get off at 68th street. Walk to 72nd and go west until you hit the park. Enter park.

I got there at 7am just when they started the sound check. To my surprise. The crowd area was SOOOOO much smaller than it seemed on TV. (I have no idea what the hell they're going to do when the Jonas Brothers perform next Friday. -_-)

I missed my opportunity to get a good spot up front. But i was relatively comfortable. The crowd was pretty diverse to my surprise. Young and Old. Black and White. Everything in between. People were pretty chill. I ended up chatting with some alumni from UCSD. What are the odds that I stand next to a Californian, I thought that was cool.

Black Thought performing during the sound check.

Sam Champion and Robin Roberts seem like genuinely nice people. I wouldn't mind meeting them in person one day.

?uestlove. Need I say more?

John Legend feelin the vibes from the new collaborative project with The Roots: "Wake Up!"

Short and Sweet. The concert was just a taste of the new album dropping on Sept. 21st. It was a great experience, waking up that early for such an event.

A good day to feel alive as a New Yorker, a music lover, and a broke-ass college student.

WAKE UP!

-TLG

T.A.T. x Tastes Like Gold... An Early Afternoon Photoshoot. part 2.

2010-08-06T16:57:00.001-07:00

Continuing from the last thought I had, T.A.T.'s brand "History Class" is defined as such " a formal account of a collection of people sharing a common natural phenomena". Think.About.That. It's deep, but that definition includes YOU, all of us. In my opinion, that common natural phenomenon is life as we know it. We all make impacts on history, some minute, some rather large, but we all influence the way this world spins.

Following the shoot, Terrance and I headed out to lunch, a local favorite of mine. Ben's Pizza on Spring and Thompson in SoHo. Heaven-like slices are served here. No matter what, I always end up here, even when I'm not hungry. Tip: Get either the Fresh Mozzarella & Basil or the Fresh Tomatoes & Onion Sicilian Slices. Trust me on that.

Throughout the day, we had an interesting, poignant conversation that ranged from the current state of Hip Hop to the Girls we remembered from High School. At the end of the day I wished I had a tape recorder to make note of the more quotable moments.

The moment that resonated the most with me was his commentary on Hip-Hop and integrity. Terrance preached "Many people mistake movement for progress, a movement could in fact lead people in the wrong direction". I definitely agree, today people get caught up in the whole "mob" mentality philosophy. Sure you may have strength in numbers but what is the message? Many artists are guilty of forgetting their message or not having one.

Terrance and I agree wholeheartedly on the integrity vs. fame issue. If we don't believe in someone or something we are not going to lend our names to that movement, person, etc. We're not in this for the paper chase unlike a lot of people are. "I'm not doing this to get rich, but if riches come with my work, that's fine."

Overall, I am impressed with what T.A.T. has to offer. They're aren't a lot of dudes out there like him, especially from Yonkers.

Stay Tuned for T.A.T. and "Think.About.That."
After the photo shoot, T.A.T is officially part of the TLG Family.

Welcome.

-TLG

T.A.T. x Tastes Like Gold... An Early Afternoon Photoshoot. part 1.

2010-08-06T16:57:00.000-07:00

Terrance "Think.About.That aka T.A.T." Turnage and I went to high school together; we weren't the closest of friends but we respected each other and from time to time rode the same public bus home from school. Since he was in the class above mine, I hadn't seen him since his graduation in 2007.

The power of facebook brought this collaboration to light. Don't underestimate the networking qualities of facebook, it's quite a powerful tool. Terrance approached me about a photo shoot about a week ago and up until yesterday I was brainstorming the location, the poses, the lighting, anything you can think of.

T.A.T. is making his entry into the rap game with his debut album "Think.About.That". When presented with this info, automatically I said: New York Public Library, Main Branch Building, Reading Room. Mind you I had never been there, but there have been movie scenes featuring this room. One of them being "The Day After Tomorrow".

I did some scouting a couple days prior to the shoot, I visited the library for the first time and it was absolutely breathtaking; stunning. There were not enough words to describe the architecture, paintings of the sky on the ceiling, arched windows, high ceilings, marble staircase, it is truly a GRAND structure. Perfect.

So we met up on the bus and head downtown. Take the 1 train downtown to Times Square. walk over to 5th ave and the library is right next to Bryant Park, you cant miss the building. Once we walk inside and grab a table I started off with my concept: Gather books by famous philosophers and psychologists, stack them up and have subject set his arms on top the of the books. Titles of books facing the camera. *Snap*

Second Concept: One thing that I have learned about artists, in any profession, is this: It is quite common that artists creating beautiful masterpieces often destroy their surrounding workspace. A very interesting phenomenon.

Third Concept: Purely for his namesake, I needed "Think.About.That" to be incorporated in some form of written word. Unfortunately we didn't have the chance to also incorporate his brand "History Class" into the photo shoot, but I'm certain that we will have something for that in the future.

After a nice session we stepped outside for a few photos on the front steps. This is one of the head shots I took.

An Ode to Yonkers.

2010-08-03T19:56:00.000-07:00

As this summer makes its final curtain call, I prepare for my return trip to the Left Coast, Golden State, L dot A dot. Usually by this time of the summer, I have become sick of Yonkers (my home), its dirty congested streets, the only outlet mall Yonkers residents seem to go to (Cross County, y'all know.) and that perpetual feeling of hopelessness when asked about politics and the financial state of the city. (our libraries don't even open on the weekends anymore)

For those who have never lived in Yonkers, luckily you don't have to experience it. These feelings cannot be felt from the first 5 minutes of being here. It takes a while for it to settle into your lungs, liver, stomach, and gall bladder. As this cancer of (insert word here... I chose hatred) metastasizes, the first thought is how you ended up in Yonkers. The second: How do you leave?

Some end up leaving and settling elsewhere while others stay and put up with the corrupt politics. When I first had the opportunity to leave, I jumped at the chance and moved to California. Best move of my life and I have not looked back. My goal is to stay west. If it doesn't work, I always have a home in NY.

Fortunately, I only spend 4 months a year here, so the feeling of hatred is minimal and I have learned to appreciate the simple luxuries the city has to offer. A quick route to the city via the 1 and 4 trains near the borderline of Yonkers and The Bronx. A nice waterfront with a stunning view of the Palisades from the George Washington Bridge (links Manhattan to New Jersey) all the way to the Tappan Zee Bridge (links Westchester and Rockland Counties). The list goes on, but those are my favorites.

I love California, The first time I have ever fell in love with a place of residence. Never have I met people who actually loved where they lived. Very refreshing indeed.

At the conclusion of my second school year at CSUN, I realized that for the first time I was actually homesick for Yonkers. Upon my return, I saw everything in a different light. The streets weren't so dirty, the people weren't so ghetto, and the economy wasn't that bad. I was home, none of that extra stuff mattered. My new found appreciation for home forced me to realize that I had the best of both worlds the whole time. I wouldn't trade this for anything.

It took me a while to get to this point, but the key is to never forget your roots. Home is where the heart is. My heart will forever remain in Yonkers, despite its vast infrastructure problems. I am who I am today, because of Yonkers. You never know how much a place means to you, until you leave.

The love/hate relationship continues.

-TLG

NYC Subway Map Circa 1990

2010-07-31T22:25:00.000-07:00

You never know how much you have, until you have to throw it away. Over time we accumulate so much, garbage, trash, basura, however you want to say it... and for what reason?? "Oh, I'll throw it out later" or the ever popular "You never know, I might need it" excuse. I have come to realize the latter is more of a way to justify this hoarding. (Psych 101)

BUT! There are times when you come across things that are mementos; windows to the past. In the midst of this mid-summer apartment junk purge, my mom was about to throw out a 20 year old NYC Subway Map. Now to most, this map would be automatic trash. To me, this is a new poster for my wall.

No more 9, H, W lines. It used to be $1.15 to ride in 1990. Now its $2.25.

The maps and fare may have changed in the past 20 years, but one constant fact is that New Yorkers will always be in a rush to the next destination.

-TLG

More Than Just T-Shirts.

2010-07-29T19:25:00.000-07:00

As the days go on, this project/experiment is becoming more of a way to unite like-minded, passionate people. I'm a firm believer in strength in numbers; the power of many. Through this blog, I not only want to showcase my own ideas but to deliver the ideas of others, equally as passionate.

I want to start a family. A family of creative people who are in the same struggle. The TLG family. It starts now. Flesh and Blood. The Family isn't just biological; birth given. In my opinion its a group of people joined together by a common bond. That bond would be our creativity and thirst for success. Who knows what our family could achieve?

All I know is that I'm interested in giving this my best shot, I have no idea what will happen tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year. But for as long as this can work, I'm planning on taking it one day at a time.

What I'm about to say can be applied to anything in life.
Remember: Life is a marathon, not a sprint. The things most important to us should be dealt with using care and calculation.

-TLG

Damn. Maybe I'll Get Into Videography too.

2010-07-28T17:51:00.000-07:00

After seeing this I was convinced that I haven't tapped into all my possible avenues. Intrigued.

The T.I.T.S. x Estevan Oriol Ft. Megan Daniels behind the scenes video - Canon 7d from Estevan Oriol on Vimeo.
Behind the scenes footage of an upcoming collab with the one of a kind photographer Estevan Oriol ft. the oh so lovely Megan Daniels.

Shot with Canon 7d.
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I would love some equipment like that in the future.

-TLG

The Bronx is Burning pt. 2

2010-07-27T21:18:00.000-07:00

As we continued through the Bronx, I became more and more comfortable with the surroundings. I expected stabbings, gun shots, car thefts, harrassment. None of it was there.
Music and TV paint different pictures than what i saw. A valuable lesson is to be learned. Dont believe everything you hear or see until you go experience it yourself. There is an added risk yes. But you don't know what it's like until you take a walk. I encourage people to take an adventure to places you've always been curious about. Be safe of course, express caution when necessary. BE SMART. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYONE'S MISFORTUNE. enjoy it. its life and we're supposed to be in a global community, go check out your neighbor for once.

Back to Hunts Point.

Possibly my favorite picture of the whole day. If only the end of that car wasnt there it would have been perfect. I took this picture over my friends shoulder so I wouldnt have to attract so much attention. I took about 3 pictures. When I was viewing them at home i realized that the two ladies realized that we were photographing them by the second picture! Once the initial shock was out of the way, the third picture revealed a smile and a half pose from the lady in white.

It was a good day.

More work from Tats Cru.

R.I.P. Big Pun.

'Cuz even in the hood, there are rainbows. A symbol of hope for the community? Perhaps.

A nice contrast from the last picture. I feel this picture and the last are great symbols that suggest the Bronx is beautiful yet there is still a lot of garbage that needs to be taken out.

How do you feel about the Bronx?

With my legs and back screaming to go home, I had one more stop. 161st st- Yankee Stadium. Hop back on the 5 downtown. Stop at 125th AGAIN! Transfer to the 4 train. Head Uptown to 161st.

For those of you that do not know me. I absolutely hate the Yankees. I really do. But being a New Yorker forces me to realize that they are the best that New York has to offer. The never-ending success story. This is New York. I came here for one thing only. To take one picture that would symbolize everything for all New York baseball fans, specifically Yankee fans.

The Bat. A 138 foot exhaust pipe structure shaped like the same Louisville Slugger Babe Ruth used; sits outside the old Yankee Stadium site. A future T-shirt idea, maybe?

After this picture we headed home. A mild sense of satisfaction creeped over my face. Mostly because I would live to share these pictures but more importantly because I learned that you have to see it for yourself in order to believe it.

Like i said before, go out and bust a mission somewhere, maybe even get lost a little. Immerse yourself. Just be smart, be safe, and be open to new things. Once you start to practice this, you'll have a great appreciation for life, for the simpler things, and even your own life. From this experience I have a greater appreciation for my neighbor to the south.

THE BRONX!

-TLG

The Bronx is Burning pt.1

2010-07-27T08:00:00.001-07:00

Prior to going out to the South Bronx on Monday, my uncle told me "The Bronx is a different animal". Having already known this, I knew that there was a special protocol for photographing this area. Whenever I go out with the intention of photographing strangers I try to follow a code of ethics, an etiquette that gives respect to the subjects I'm photographing and adds legitimacy to my work.

As soon as people start feeling uncomfortable about your presence be sure that they will let you know about it (many times it will be non-verbal communication). Especially here in the Bronx. The key is to be subtle, almost unseen. Luckily, these days, there are so many things that distract people from being aware of their surroundings. Cell phones, iPods, personal conversations, drugs, and a lot of people are just generally in a haze.

^^^an example of the haze.

^^^an example of a loving moment between a mother and child

So, for this special trip, I asked a best friend of mine, to accompany me to the South Bronx. For backup purposes. I won't lie to you guys, I didn't know what to expect from this neighborhood.

We begun our journey on the 4 train at Kingsbridge Rd. took it downtown to 125th st and transferred uptown to the 6. First Stop, Saint Lawrence Av in Soundview.

We walked down to Morrison and Westchester Av, swung a right and approached E.172nd st.
Continuing on Morrison we ended up at the famous Bronx River Housing Project. Famous for what? Pioneers of Hip Hop lived HERE! DJ Jazzy Jeff, Kool DJ D, Afrika Bambaataa, and the Black Spades Street Gang (later became The Zulu Nation). Walking through this complex wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The sun shines just like it would any place, people smiled, people minded their own business, kids played in the community pool and playground. I did my work. No one stopped and asked what i was doing there. I was pleasantly surprised.

The handball court. A staple in New York City urban culture. There's no age limit, gender or race requirement. Any and everyone can play. NYC is known for its handball following. Especially in the Bronx. This court is no different. As you can see from this wall, the usage is evident. Handball is large.

Back on the train, we head back downtown on the 6 train to 125th, to catch the 5 train uptown to Simpson St in Hunts Point.

Tats Cru holds it down in the South Bronx, especially when it comes to murals. He also had one across the street.

What's in a Name?

2010-07-24T09:18:00.000-07:00

Letters strung together to form words? Words strung together to create phrases? Can you own a word, name, or phrase? Yes, Yes, and to some degree yes, would be the answer to all these questions.
Most importantly, a name should have some sort of a personal meaning, especially if you're going to claim ownership to it.

But what if someone has the same name as you, the same idea, but a different personal meaning than you?
1) you can get in serious trouble.
2) you can get creative.
3) you can get lucky <<< My story.

Now the origin of Tastes Like Gold, at least in terms of my firm, is as follows. It happened one afternoon, last summer, with my parents on the way home from Manhattan. My father's '01 Camry broke down underneath the George Washington Bridge on Riverside Drive. (uptown Manhattan around 181st st.) After my dad called a friend to help us start the car, we were on our way. Along Riverside Drive, there are these pillars holding up an overpass. Scribbled on one of these pillars was: Tastes Like Gold. Once I saw that I KNEW that I had to name the T-Shirt line that.

I returned the following week to photograph the future of my line. >>>

That was the original logo I used prior to knowing about the lovely concepts of intellectual property law. Apparently, the graffiti artists actually can reserve their rights to their own artwork, even if it's illegal. Go figure.

To avoid any legal recourse I invested in my own logo; the same logo you see today. I assumed that I would be okay as long as I had something of my own. This brings me to TRADEMARK LAW. Which I discovered just last night. For months, I was aware of this other brand selling clothing under the same name, different logo, different style. It scared the living hell out of me but I tried to ignore it.

Last night I looked it up for the first time. The Trademark Registry. Typed in Tastes Like Gold, only to find that it had already been registered. NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I was finished. Done. Terminado. Finito. In one second, my heart sank faster than a two million pound stone in the Pacific Ocean. I continued to read the web page hoping that I had read wrong, trying to find a shred, a table scrap of hope left for me to chew on.

And there it was. The word "ABANDONED" in capital letters. Closer to the end of the page was the word "DEAD" in capital letters. I was revived. I was pulled out of the abyss of pain and suffering and wasted time and all the bad stuff you could find in an abyss.

I did further research and found that the previous owner cannot prevent someone new from reviving the old trademark as their own! Which means I can restore it. Registered in 2008 and abandoned MAY 3RD 2010, only about THREE MONTHS AGO! HOW LUCKY CAN YOU GET????

There are some questions I still need answered but all my fears of stealing unintentionally are gone, we can continue as Tastes Like Gold and hopefully the future is as bright as it seems. This is a victory for us.

So, come along on this little journey. It's far from being over.

-TLG

The Status Update.

2010-07-22T15:31:00.000-07:00

Since the first post back on WordPress, I've been playing the waiting game. Just over a week ago I received the first sample t-shirt. So what's the verdict??

I was mildly satisfied with the sample, there are some things that i would like to tweak a little prior to releasing.

The one thing i was satisfied with was the quality. One of the problems that plagued my first line of shirts, was the stiffness of the ink transfer paper. When you put the shirt on it wouldnt bend or flex in the normal fashion. Even worse is if you throw it in the dryer. It felt like some sort of a leathery, reptilian, scaly texture. So somewhere through the struggles i knew i had to find a solution. Compared to the old t-shirts, this new model is more comfortable and washer-machine ready(at least more so than the last ones.)

One of the problems with the sample was how dark it printed. The original image from now on needs to be pre-adjusted for print. Which means adjusting brightness, lightness, contrast, hue, saturation and converting it from RGB to CMYK. The last setting is specifically for the printers benefit. It makes the colors of the original image duller, but it allows me to see what the printed shirt will probably end up looking like once i get it.

For this specific shirt design, the logo came out a little dark against the background, so i outlined it in white for the actual release. Here is an example of the original image, converted to CMYK, logo outlined in white, and all the other settings adjusted:

-TLG

The Re-Post.

2010-07-22T13:15:00.000-07:00

I figured I would re-post the first blog entry on the wordpress site. Just for those who didnt see it the first time and then do an update.
"I’ve been waiting for this summer to start for such a long time. so its only fitting that I post this on the FIRST NIGHT of summer. Leading up to this point, I was preoccupied with… life. It prevented me from taking any new pics.. spreading the name around.. I did nothing with Tastes Like Gold in my second semester.

So this summer has been an entire year in the making. The summer that I finally put some capital, energy, elbow grease, whatever you want to call it, into Tastes Like Gold. It’s the perfect time to do anything.

My first plan of action.. find an affordable T-shirt printing website, I found more than I bargained for. shirtmagic.com also supplies a very intuitive online shop option that allows the seller to make money off his/her designs. I said “Why Not?”

My second plan of action… create a sample t-shirt. As some of my close friends know, I was making my own designs in my dorm room for about a year. I did all the Ironing. all the printing… all the purchasing.. it was my own creation. Was I proud of it? yeah most definitely.. was it the best I could do.. no. This lead me to finding a higher quality option that would end up saving me money in the long-run. This sample t-shirt is on its way as we speak. the shipping is taking forever (heads up to future customers, it’s a bit of an extended wait period unfortunately :/) Simple putting it on a black tee, no?"

The Construction Process.

2010-07-22T12:29:00.000-07:00

I feel like I've been to hell and back with this one. But after a month of waiting, I got off my ass and did it myself.
Although it was not the original game plan, I am still happy with the result.

Before i get into the whole thing i just want to say thanks to an old friend from high school, Jomi Cubol. I thank him for the guidance, template ideas, and helping me actually visualize this on paper. Because of the help i have a completely different way of thinking.

I never thought that I would start coding HTML and CSS (i hated the idea of it). This cryptic language of brackets, abbreviations, symbols and numbers are the steel and concrete foundation of the blog. At the end of the day, it was NOT as hard as it first seemed.

I had an initial template that was set up by my friend and i used his example and some other examples i found online. it took me about 5-6 hrs to finish it. Here we are.

This is the start of something new. Stay tuned.

-TLG

Wisdom...Tastes Like Gold

Fakin' Fronts, Perpetratin', and Disingenuous Behavior: It's All About Hypocrisy.

Metafizics Theatre Presents: The Wackness

Cast

Where Did The Quality Go? (OG vs Retro)

Metafizics Theatre Presents: "Do The Right Thing"

Cast

What Does Christmas Mean to Metafizics?

Dream/Reality.

A Tale of Two Cities. (Northridge vs. Santa Barbara)

Hiatus.

Stale Coffee and Cigarettes. (Ramblings)

Metafizics.

Like a Ton of Bricks.

Soap+Water+Toothbrush+Cloth= A Love That Won't Die.

A Late Tribute to 9/11. (Forever Relevant)

The Thirst for Blood: A Dietary Staple for Humans.

Tastes Like Romance.

The Dorm Life.

Life is Good...On the Westside.

JFK to BUR: in photos.

A Bittersweet Goodbye to Summer.

Hip-Hop: A Universal Language of Expression.

Sooo... What's Up With the Online Store?

A Rivalry of Biblical Proportions: Yankees vs. Red Sox

A Very Humbling 9 Minutes. *MUST WATCH* WARNING: Strong Language

My rendition of the "I Love New York" T-shirt.

Anybody Want Candy??

Wake Up!... A Morning Concert in Central Park.

T.A.T. x Tastes Like Gold... An Early Afternoon Photoshoot. part 2.

T.A.T. x Tastes Like Gold... An Early Afternoon Photoshoot. part 1.

An Ode to Yonkers.

NYC Subway Map *Circa 1990*

More Than Just T-Shirts.

Damn. Maybe I'll Get Into Videography too.

The Bronx is Burning pt. 2

The Bronx is Burning pt.1

What's in a Name?

The Status Update.

The Re-Post.

The Construction Process.

A Very Humbling 9 Minutes. MUST WATCH WARNING: Strong Language

NYC Subway Map Circa 1990