Nahm often explicitly works with the challenging theory that our brain-body connection isn’t what produces our experience of consciousness. Not exclusively. Nahm thinks there are preliminary signs our minds somehow transcend our bodies, brains, even the physical realm altogether.
“I like when there’s no advantage. When a fella is sitting on two strikes. And he knows it’s all on him. And the pitcher is thinking the same thing — it’s all on him. That’s life.” Frank said, and his words somehow sounded musical even when he was just talking. When Frank spoke you listened, but I never expected it to sound so much like his records.
I was driving at about twenty-five miles an hour at this point, down Virgil Ave. It’s a popular street. I was hoping like hell I didn’t see a cop and a cop didn’t see me, especially now that I had a drunken El Salvadoran teenage gangbanger hanging off the side of my car. That’s never a good look. It’s a terrible look at three-thirty in the morning. When I turned to face the kid, he looked up at me, and he was wearing a dark smile. In his eyes, I finally saw his secret. He’s fucking crazy!
…re it was a whole other hassle. So I was just like, what can I put out that people will… Nope, wait. It was my dad actually. He asked me a question, he said, “When people think of you, what do they see?” My reply was, “When people think of me they think: Big boys are cute.” (laughs) He was like, “That’s a nice slogan.”
I grew up around gun people, so I knew what to do. I pushed the bullet out of the magazine like I wanted to inspect it. I stared at the bullet and realized I was so fucking high, and so confused about why, on my first day, I was with my new boss in his dining room playing with his new gun. Shit. Is this what you have to do to get a job these days?
ble to ca…nd is an anachronism. He’s a creation of a particular place in time, ideology and imperial mindset. To actually make a Black Bond requires the kind of fucking-with-the-narrative that would render it… I cannot envision it. I cannot fathom a way that Bond works if he’s black. And I’m a Bond fan! I don’t think Black Bond works. The necessary facets of the character fail. James Bond embodies weaponized whiteness — and in a way that makes it impossible to cast him as a black man in the 21st century.
of our go-to authors is Scott Grildrig, who does some fantastic work.) By itself this reading is already a huge tur…rotic stories together. (One of our go-to authors is Scott Grildrig, who does some fantastic work.) By itself this reading is already a huge turn-on for us both. But to help her immerse herself even more in this fantasy, I usually read aloud to her. She gets to keep her eyes closed, imagining herself in the story. I try to improve this by imitating the sensations described in the story on her body with my free hand.
The flyness in the title is, indeed, arranged in random acts of surreal segments and borderless skits. It’s like psychedelic black Cubism, but presented as a satirical sketch show. Technically, it’s a show with skits much like SNL, but it’s much more like In Living Color. It also wears its blackness proudly. Its colors just as vibrant.
“Being pissed off about racial bias would…” She stops herself and laughs. “I’d just be walking around as a really angry black woman because I have to deal with that every time I walk into a grocery store,” she continues, her words heating up as she starts each new sentence. “I have to make sure my hands are shown, so that I’m not stopped, questioned and demeaned. That’s something I have to deal with in every aspect of my life. Does it piss me off? No. Because that would put me be in a bad place. Is it frustrating? Is it disappointing? Absolutely!
As a form of work, being a cowboy was one of the more brutal occupations in American history. Armed guards to a slow-moving mass of animals. And yet, hard as their lives were, as savage as their world was, it retains its romanticized charms. There is a unique expression of freedom found beneath a big sky that remains an American ideal. Even if the reality of that lifestyle and the job they did is not one anyone but immigrants would do these days. There is a strange irony to the fact the most likely men to be cowboys today would be immigrants.