What’s good, good people. I have been on a full sprint for the past month or so. Full on, high steppin’, walk on water sprint-job. Needless to say that when you are trying to stay afloat by running on water you can’t really carry a load. All peripherals fall wayward, the blood leaves your extremities and actively supports your core. There is a strange satisfaction I get from setting goals, achieving them and starting anew. I believe that is the base currency of my happiness in life. These goals are …

“He’s a pretty serious guy but once you get to know him, he’s a real kid at heart“. You ever take the time to think about what the hell being a kid at heart actually means? It seems the phrase is tossed into the description of someone like a consolation prize for being pretty dickish. Besides, the heart is where all our painful and powerful yearning takes place whereas our brain is where all our hair-brained, risk-taking, double-rainbow appreciating takes place. So what good is being young at heart when …

My Mom posted a link to an article on CNN that was written by a Dad who detailed, “Why I’m raising my son to be a nerd“. At a glance I thought this guy had the same approach to parenting as I did which got me all giddy for a minute. The author is clearly a good Dad with a hearty conviction for celebrating good grades and academic achievement. I did however take issue with his alignment of “good grades” with “nerdiness”. Let’s get things straight here. Kids who get …

Everyone talks about how “dialed-in” we are as a culture and how increasingly difficult it is to “unplug”. As technology has evolved it is always the “next big thing” that will be the undoing of life as we know it rendering the old ways irrelevant. Each new development being demonized by the paternal attachments to the innovations that defined the generation previous. I consider myself someone who is extremely plugged-in. Between my time spent online, checking emails, social networking, text messaging, checking-in, researching, blogging, reading feeds, managing my calendar AGHHHH! …

Life is all about the journey, right? I talk a lot about the “path”. Finding the path, uncovering the path, looking back on the path, baby got path, pathamatics… Unfortunately the path we take is one that can only be traced back with the help from our fleeting memory. We don’t leave a tactile trail and even if we did our paths would be crissed and crossed by the millions of other paths that are left behind as people grind on making it virtually impossible to rediscover the trail. We …

Life is hard and can be incredibly unfair. Bound to the dirt of this earth by gravity, our troubles seem to drag around behind us like rusty tin cans tied to strings around our feet. No matter how fast or how far you run the rambling noise of your troubles will persevere. The only way to properly move forward is to stop, sit down and pay the proper attention to the complexities of the knots. With a delicate touch and white-knuckle focus each binding wind needs to be unwound. It …

The year is 1718 and you have just celebrated your 23rd birthday on the main deck of Queen Anne’s Revenge. You have been living in your parents clay hovel rent-free with the agreement that you would help fix the thatched roof over the summer. Needless to say you spent the majority of your days recovering from long nights drinking ginger beer and imported bourbon while your nights were choc-full-o karaoke night at the local tavern singing “Soldier, Soldier Will You Marry Me“. Before you knew it, your folks have thrown …

Check out the ‘fresh-off-the-press’ interview I was blessed with at The Daily Single. The interview was conducted by my friend Nene Kalu who hooked it up proper. The format of this online publication is pretty interesting and innovative. It looks to be a dynamic player in the sometimes-awkward transition from print media to digital. I have been very intrigued at the contemporary bridges that are being made. There is a lot of play that can be found within the boundaries of a standard magazine format including iApps, page-turning software and …

All across the planet people just can’t resist discount marketplace mayhem. I was checking out this BBC video that details the annual fishing raid of the sacred Antogo waters. I couldn’t help help but notice the similarities between this cultural commodity custom and our own Black Friday craze. It is amazing to watch…. just as long you aren’t one of them Antogo fishies or a Tickle-me-Elmo.

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As we aesthetically stroll into the 20teens’ expect to see more of less. Many of you may have noticed, Comedy Central has launched a dramatically different new look for their identity system. During the late 90′s and throughout the 0′s Comedy Central established its brand by leveraging big, colorful, paint-splattery motion graphics that adopted an urban spray-paint kaleidoscope mix of in-your-face fun and cutting edge animation. Unfortunately “cutting-edge” has a very short shelf life and the programming and influence that Comedy Central now holds has far outgrown the playful letter-form …

Painting in New York City was a complete pain in the ass. The city was so oversaturated with writers that it was very hard to make a name. Day-spots were the rarest commodity. Every corner of the city has been explored and scouted which left very little to be truly discovered. Most places that were safe enough to paint during the day were well known by the cops which made it that much more difficult. One of the greatest day-spots to paint in Brooklyn was the old abandoned Maccarren Park …

We are such fickle, fearful and destructive creatures. What we don’t know, we fear. What we fear, we hate. The socio-economic gap continues to grow ensuring that people from different walks of life will not cross paths therefore ensuring people will not truly get an opportunity to know each other. Ensuring fear. Fostering hate. Segregation is sown through our economic and schooling structures roping off proper opportunity. It is a broken structure of community that is built to create massive gaps and manufacture insurmountable obstacles for those born into a …

Joy is the peak of emotional bliss. Ultimately, every move we make in every single day revolves around the pursuit of it. The end game is to create a life that elicits the most joy possible. People may say, “Sean, reproduction and survival are the key drivers for all things in life”, to which I would politely reply, “Because they bring you joy dip-shit”. I digress.

When I think about the odds of winning the Lottery I also think about the balance in life that divvies out what I call the “Reverse Lottery”. When a friend tells me a story about suffering unbelievably bad luck I shake their hand with congratulations informing them that they just won the Reverse Lottery! At present the odds of winning the New York Lottery are 1 in 45,057,474.00. There has got to be some god-forsaken horrible situation that is equally awful under those same odds. For me? My goal is …

It is common for people to dehumanize others in order to rationalize our ill behavior toward one another. We take this one step further when dealing with animals and negate their ability to feel things. We render all kinds of ill crazy shit upon our animals brothers and sisters at astonishing numbers under the rationale that they are unable to feel in the same manner we are. Time magazine has written a solid feature recently (and in ’93 and 99′ ) about animals and their cognitive ability to not only …

Thanksgiving is a bit of a strange holiday. Traditionally it is a celebration feast showing thanks for a bountiful harvest. It is also a bit of a social mixer historically pairing the (let’s show the savages our new sporks) Pilgrim settlers of Plymouth, Massachusetts and (hey, this spork looks like it was made from sacred White Bison) members of the Native American Patuxet tribe. This was also the traditional birth of the awkward silence in the dinner conversation, inter-table arguments and the drunken-uncle effect. I’m hoping that the inaugurate Thanksgiving …

Imagine you are plucked out of your New York City apartment rooftop by a giant hand from the heavens and placed in a dark box. Suddenly the box opens 1,200 miles away on a random side street in Omaha Nebraska. Now walk home. And do it fast. Don’t think that’s possible? I got some city pigeon friends that can serve it up….. In yo’ face!

The Motown Sound organized and incorporated into the Motown Record Corporation 40 years ago exporting the work of incredible artists such as Marvin Gaye, Diana Ross, Smokey Robinson, Stevie Wonder (check the drum solo) and Michael Jackson. This sound shaped the audible aesthetic for an entire generation and gave the world an intimate look at life in the American City. It was also critical in the racial integration of our American musical culture. It was the first label owned by an African American (Barry Gordy, Jr.) to push African-American …

We as a people are defined by our differences. The more detached and disassociated, the more defined. It seems to be part of our chemical makeup as a species. I often wonder if it a leftover defensive mechanism from our early days. Maybe it helped keep us alive when the shit got hot. Maybe it helped us identify potential threats. Who the fuck knows. Unfortunately, when we lay our vision of the world based on separations we are desperately neglecting our greatest source of progressive strength, our connections.

I know the Dad hustle very intimately. At present I have a day gig, freelance at night, hustle an art career ripe with shows and events but I always block off time that is untouchable to anyone but my little critters. It is critical to secure this into your daily routine.

I have always been Sean but since 2006 I have been, and always will be Daddy. There is nothing in this world that can hold the water that Fatherhood holds for me. It is in its truest form a blessing. But with all things in life, including blessings, there is the cold balance that keeps all happiness and sorrow deeply in check.

Sometimes the best place to hide is in your namesake.

I will be hitting the high seas for the next week and have learned that the internet is difficult to access on international waters. Barring a Titanic style departure, I will be returning to my obsessive posting next week. In the in-between time feel free to loop endlessly reliving the same posts over and over…. and over.

I’ll miss you rascals.

Nothing excites me more than a tight body in tights…. on Wednesday afternoons, shooting webs…. with raging pectorals WAIT!.. WHAT?! Yea, somehow the comic book industry broke major social ground by unintentionally getting all of of us heterosexual males comfortable gazing at men in tights….. shooting webs…with raging pectora…GAH! Anyways, I took note of a few sites that were exploring switching the sexes of our favorite ……. super men.

There have been many sources of inspiration when it comes to determination and steadfast will to carry on. They usually come in the form movie action star, injury plagued athlete and the occasional rise of a troubled youth to a fruitful life of social bliss. I think we can all agree that “overweight movie critic from the 80′s” doesn’t usually come up on our radar for hardcore, tough as nails, ‘never quit’ troopers. Roger Ebert however, the guy won’t stop.
Before the internet and before we were interested in picking up …

I was a latch key kid in East Detroit with no siblings and a wild imagination during the 80′s. There was no such thing as “disposable income” so the luxuries in life came in the form of the occasional 25¢ pack of Garbage Pail Kids. For the unfortunate that may not know what a “GPK” is, allow me the honor of introducing you….
There had been a pop culture boom with the introduction of the Cabbage Patch Kid into the marketplace during the early 80′s. It was the first real “Parents …

I find politics best served as finger food. There are very few of us who would feel capable of fully understanding this kind of meal as a full blown feast. It seems the Republican Party fully understands this philosophy and always seems to be the first ones out of the kitchen with the pigs in their blankets.
During the 2004 election I started using the term “one-step thinkers”. This term applies to the majority of us in one degree or another. It goes like this: If someone is talking to you …

I was an only child until the age of 13. Without any siblings in the house I naturally gravitated to the warm and loving company of He-Man and his selected band of mutated freaks and nefariously furry beefcakes. The line of toys took a unique approach to how a kid would interact with the steroid injected line of action figures. They were overly literal with the naming process and would usually design a textured characteristic that work in sync with the name.For instance: 
(NOTE: For some reason all men are required …

The man that made 2001 will always have a place to stay in Philly.
The year was 2001. The place was a railroad apartment in Greenpoint Brooklyn on Manhattan Ave. The feeling was euphoria. I know….euphoria? Really?  Yes. The Sixers had managed to slide their way through each playoff match-up through a collection of nail-biting game 7′s which led to the ultimate David & Goliath match-up vs the “undefeated-in-the-playoffs” Lakers. This journey was witnessed religiously with my people Vic, PT, Pablo and myself.
Game 1 was tough but it was ours. I …

Life goes on.
and on.
………. and on.
This is an artifact that every molecule in this entire universe shares and holds dearly. In our world life is a very tangible and delicate experience. Life is our most treasured posession. It is respected. It is cared for. And most heartbreakingly, it can be taken.
I have tried to live a life ripe with honest interactions. From time to time you bump into another person who shares this perspective. You can see it in the way they listen to a story you tell. You can …

I stumbled across a project that seems to be reserved for the super-nerds….. which I am a card carrying member of. Since I believe that the nerd-torch should be passed down to the next generation, I have indoctrinated my two daughters thoroughly with the first few Star Wars movies. They are big fans now (mwoohahahaha!) Some of the scenes are a little too scary but I am skilled at clicking the remote and skipping to the next scene without being noticed. They became fans enough to (on their own …

I like chocolate. Most people do. We have all heard the kitchy news blips about how chocolate triggers the same sensory markers in the brain as sexual activity. I don’t know about all of that but I know that I like chocolate.
We have a little cookie jar in the office next to mine that we fill up with little mini candy. Mini-Peanut Butter Cups, mini-Rolos, mini-Krackels, mini-Hersheys, mini-Hershey Dark and mini-Mr. Goodbars. I have taken note that these little guys taste notably and consistently better than their larger counterparts. At …

Eminem put this together for his (and my own) beloved hometown. He paid for it to run during the Final 4 on CBS. This will make my Mom cry no doubt about it. It really is well done and I am very very thankful for it. It is so spot and hits me dead center every time. Stay up Detroit.

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I had to take a break from the site for a little while. After an enjoyable trip to Florida, we suffered some terrible news. I’m not going to share any details here but I will shake the tree a little and let the apples fall where they may.
When life and death hang in the balance, nothing seems worthy of your attention except grief, anxiety, love and a profound sadness. Every moment is remortgaged and time becomes your most valuable commodity. Everyone processes this kind of stress  differently. Glasses that were …

I was thinking about how pressure has been a running negative presence in my life for quite a while. Applied pressure tends to make things grind and cause a heavy amount of friction. I have seen pressure as a foe that could be defeated with persistence, patience and hard work. It wasn’t until I held a pencil in my hand pulled the graphite across a blank sheet of paper that I realized the positive creativity that pressure and friction can build. I have been drawn to pencils, pens and paper …

Sixers Theme Song
Every season I splurge and sign up for the NBA League-Pass so I can catch some of the Sixer games. Network television rarely picks up and of their games and since the departure of Iverson…..you never see them on regular tv. That being said, I really didnt know what to expect from the Sixers this season. From the start, I was not cool with the Elton Brand pick-up and thought that Mo Cheeks was coaching on borrowed time. My instics were spot on well before the All-Star break. …

Wow. On my drive home from work I was figuring that I would switch back and forth from the Hurricanes/Devils Game 7 match-up and the Game 5 Sixers/Magic game. But as soon as the Canes game started up, I was barely able to get myself to check the score of the Sixers game. That Canes game was as dramatic as a sports match-up can get. The early periods were littered with big goals and giant hits. The third period was a drull of ineffectiveness while the Canes were down 3-2. …

At the start of this year, 2009, I made a commitment to myself that I would run in a dozen races this year. One a month, roughly. I am already 1/4 of the way through them and I figured now would be a good time to compile and chronicle them. So far they have been a collection of 5k’s but I will start to stretch out, throw in some 10k’s and ultimately gear up for a marathon by November. I will be running in the City of Oaks Marathon and …

I know we have all heard about how silly the concept of a “War on Terror” is but I have to vent a little.
First of all, this ridiculous war title really should be renamed what it really is… “The War On People Who Are Violently Angry With Us”. That is what terror is, right? People who are shit-blind angry and repressed and will come up with creatively devastating ways to hurt people and, more importantly, scare the shit out of the rest of us. How on Gods green earth would …

Call me insensitive but I find it very difficult to feel bad for the guy who graced the front page of cnn.com with a parrot on his shoulder. I mean, it really feels like a set up for a hack joke about where he got his financial advice from. Right? Can’t you see the people who are choosing to run this front page headline on a slow news day being like “Yo, put the dude with the parrot on there! Yea, the guy who looks like a doofy- doosh getting …