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    June 25

    How Many Days Are Left In Your Summer?

    June 25, 2007

    The crux of my argument is that there are, as of this writing, only 170 days left in summer. For some this is a difficult thesis, but I am willing to defend it if you would only have a little suspension of disbelief. Picture how I am living…


     
    Video: Daytime Tour Rikoko

    Another ridiculous weekend went by in Venice Beach, California. My friends and I have been counting down the summer and duping everybody into thinking that there are only approximately 174 days in the season when in fact we are merely counting down until the next winter solstice. The solstice is that point at which the sun is farthest from the celestial equator. I’m pretty sure that there are a few pagan holidays associated with the event, but does anyone really need another reason to party when beautiful weather is abundant?

    There have been people that have tried to correct me with reminders that the summer couldn’t possibly be 174 days because the months of June, July, and August are only ninety-some-odd days. I say to those people: you do not live in Venice Beach, California! Get with the times, and recognize that with global warming and my ever-increasing age the summer must be extended and maximized. This is not a time to be a miser of fun. Share the wealth because as Roy Ayers once put it, “everybody loves the sunshine.”

    Since the very first day of summer my friends and I have been doing just that. The Venice hipsters have orchestrated a series of barbeques that could redefine how summer is celebrated much like the “summer of love” did forty years ago. Instead of doing the whole increased-chance-of-getting-an-STD thing though, we just have one of those portable gas grills and a first class lounge overlooking the beach. It is our spoken goal to have and or attend no less than one-hundred and seventy-four barbeques in our extended summer. As it has been said, many times before, “it is going down!”

    The name of our first class lounge is the Rikoko Lounge, not to be confused with the real Ricoco Lounge in the La Republica Dominica. In the former Rikoko Lounge Jeff Jenkins, extreme sport producer extraordinaire, holds it down with a vicious combination of Indian motif furniture and plush outdoor fauna on the third story of our apartment building. The outdoor portion of the Rikoko Lounge is the best selling point though. There is a circular couch and a purple velvet couch on which guests can relax on a wooden deck overlooking the methamphetamine users that frequent the alleyways stumbling towards the sea.

    In short, the Rikoko Lounge is a couch-surfers dream. A lounge like this wouldn’t be possible on the lower floors because eventually one of the said drug addicts in Venice would take it over. Squatting is more of like a sport in Los Angeles, with bums fighting users for the prime property. Just like everywhere else the most important consideration is location, location, and location. As for prime spots in Venice and Santa Monica, I believe that we have it locked. We may have to check the official standings but I do not believe that a finer crew exists in closer proximity to veritable waves and bountiful boardwalk bars.

    We have ridiculous talent in the crew. As mentioned earlier Jeff Jenkins is often hired by Red Bull to do production and is also the son of an NFL and college football coach. In addition to mastering the knack of a true L.A. job that affords him the opportunity to sleep until noon and surf all day, he has the distinction of probably appearing in the August issue of Paper magazine. He’s the guy with the long hair playing handball in the sun while wearing a legitimate lumberjack shirt. Now that, my friends, is talent. This brings to mind another Jeff that appeared in a movie entitled “Fast Times at Ridgemont High”: a smooth talking yet remarkably vapid surfer named Jeff Spicoli was played perfectly by actor Sean Penn. Just picture if someone ever gave Jeff “all I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine” Spicoli a job and you get the gist of Jeff Jenkins, although the latter is far more industrious.

    If you haven’t seen the movie yet, then you aren’t really living and more importantly your entire high school experience was poorer for it. I suppose that there are suitable equivalents for other age groups, but I contend that some of the maxims espoused in that film are still valid. Cultural relevancy in this case is namely the radical attitude that says “let’s party!” When considering the Rikoko Lounge and the principal benefactor of said lounge, then Jeff “dirty jefe´” Jenkins has it down cold. Everything about the Rikoko Lounge lends itself to prolonged fun all summer long but parties cannot subside on scenery alone. Even sheik hipster hangouts like Bungalow 8 in New York City have food at their establishments, so there should be no surprise the Rikoko Lounge, also called Bungalow 9, has a part-time resident chef and grill master.

    DJ Harvey is a British import that lives in the apartment directly behind party central. However rather than spend all of his time spinning soul, deep house, trance, and excerpts from his album Map of Africa DJ Harvey is more apt to be cooking fish tacos on the grill or marinating some steaks at the Rikoko Lounge. Usually his apprentice and contemporary, DJ Osamu, holds down the wheels for him because he is much too valuable of a commodity in the kitchen to distract with the responsibility of keeping the party grooving. DJ Harvey’s specialty is anything Asian, or all things fish. Some have said that it comes from his uncanny resemblance to a pirate, and that he was actually in the trilogy “Pirates of the Caribbean.”

    If they didn’t get Keith Richards to play the part of Jack Sparrow’s (played by Johnny Depp) father then they could have easily used DJ Harvey. He might be an eye patch and a tricorne hat away from being enshrined in the Pirate Hall of Fame. He already spends a great deal of time body surfing in Venice and Hawaii when he isn’t pushing Map of Africa, which is in stores now. Go get it and he just might give you a fish taco one day. If he does give you a taco consider yourself blessed because the food doesn’t ever last long at the Rikoko Lounge. How could it when you have to ration enough for mahi-mahi scrambled eggs in the morning before a serious surf session? The music at the Rikoko Lounge is always kicking and the grill seems to always be hot, so there is usually no shortage of men at the Rikoko Lounge. Ordinarily this would be a serious problem but the Venice hipsters usually take it in stride and this past Sunday might have been the first weekly sausage party, or “guy’s night.” The footage is self explanatory.


     
    Video: Sausage Party Documentation

    We were hoping to have a better mix initially, but when that didn’t happen we all gave away wholesale to the idea of Sunday being designated for the boys. We all got on our skateboards and took over the boardwalk at around 11 PM to solidify the deal at a bar at Winward and Pacific called The Townhouse. Two out of eight had electric skateboards that could manage the difficult task of towing those too drunk to kick and steer their own skateboards.

    Jasper wiped out at the bottom of a hill, making the turn onto the boardwalk. He is one of the proprietors of Rogue Status clothing so I thought that he would pretty much be okay even though the rest of us didn’t stop after we all so him go tumbling. I guess we’ll catch up with him later. Those guys at the store really know a thing or two about seizing the day and gathering rosebuds as evidenced by a series of blogs called the L.A. Smog Check. They even have stickers and t-shirts that allude to the most serious charge in the military: AWOL. I pitched my idea to have a Rikoko Lounge t-shirt with the neon logo on the front and the caption “Venice Beach: Don’t Trust Anyone, Don’t Tell Anyone” (intermingled with a winding thorny rose) on the back to the guy that bit the dust. I hope that he wasn’t too hurt to remember my idea. Head injuries could be nasty.

    Whether we like it or not, the danger from head trauma comes with riding a skateboard much like the danger of being hit by bottle rockets is a danger if you live around the Rikoko trapezoid which extends from Pacific to the beach, pier to pier. For undisclosed reasons I can’t give the exact location of the lounge on this website due to the possibility that it might be soon overbooked. (Be sure to make your reservations early.) I also don’t want to give the location of the Rikoko because guys have been prone to lighting fireworks in dazzling displays while ducking the cops. I guess that video is self explanatory too.



     
    Video: Fireworks at the Rikoko Lounge

    We used to have a fire pit at the Rikoko but “the man,” in this case the property manager Jerri, shut us down because of a trivial fire code violation. Don’t worry though; summertime in Venice Beach only requires a fire pit on the chilliest of nights. Something tells me that if there were actually women at the Rikoko Lounge that arrangements could be made so that everyone could stay warm. Besides, if it is too cold outside, I heard that there is a reggae and hip-hop club right downstairs where the people party all night long. The deep base resonates into the alley from that space like the flood of red light and dank atmosphere of the city. Honestly, I would tell you more about this magical place but our time is running short and this column is running extremely long…

    In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m recommending the Rikoko Lounge if you can find it. Quietly, everybody is going to be asking about it so you will want to be one of the first people in the know. Have you ever heard of the Rikoko Lounge?

    Well there are only 169 days of this left, so what are you going to do?

    June 20

    Why I Cannot Conceivably Vote for Barrack Obama

    Why I Cannot Conceivably Vote for Barrack Obama

            If it comes down to it, I am more convinced than ever that Obama cannot even win the black vote. More evidence suggests that Obama doesn’t identify with African-american culture, almost in the same vein as Condoleezza-lies-a-lot Rice. Instead of lending his face to a backwards war and generally pretending that African-american angst doesn’t exist though, Obama takes the quickest and cheapest shot possible as evidenced by his “personal responsibility” speech in which he derided African-american males to take care of their illegitimate children and to stop pointing the finger at social injustices. (June 19, 2007 Washington Post: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/06/18/AR2007061801363.html )

            He is not the product of slavery, so it is rather easy for him now to discredit the effects of such a terrible institution. Personal responsibility is important and essential to the success of the black community as a whole. Men and women alike are confronted with that daily in their choices. However, until you can remove the system of oppression that perpetuated the Social irresponsibility in the first place then you will make little overall progress no matter what happens at the individual level.

    Sure, guys like Obama have succeeded. (Great for you Obama, after only one generation... but there have been others in this country for years compounded by generations with hopes on the shelf: getting the full dosage of a power struggle that Barrack would have at least been partially insulated from in his white middle class upbringing.) Johnny come lately to the ‘hood sounds like he needs to spend more time in Chicago barbershops, even though there is seldom a black man around to tell him that he might want to shift his focus elsewhere. (I wonder if black people could one day go to the brink of extinction here in the United States like the Native American.) I also wonder how much of this type of castigation is not a result of being behind in the polls?

    Speaking of politics, I have a confession to make. I am a Republican of the rarest breed: a black Republican of more than four generations who has personally never voted for a Republican presidential candidate. Oh, sometimes I have good intentions of supporting my “party” but overall, I look at the health of the nation when presidential elections come rolling around. (Besides, between the two-party system and Electoral College it is my assertion that we are not living in a true democracy in the first place and all political parties are moot.) My first election was a no-brainer: when Clinton played the sax on Late Night with Arsenio Hall in my senior year of high school, I knew that I would vote for him. Twice, I was rewarded when he won in consecutive terms.

    After those elections though, I took serious stock of crossing party lines but in each case saw the Democrat as being the best candidate for America. In light of this troubling war in Iraq, I am already looking at the Democratic candidate that is most suited for getting U.S. out of this fiasco even though I cannot, by law, participate in the Democratic Primary process. This is where you come in. Read my top five reasons (David Letterman style) why I couldn’t conceivably vote for Barrack Obama should he win the Democratic Primary, which at this point seems unlikely. Warning: reasons get more expansive… and even narrower.

    5. Barrack Obama is the contrived and charming choice.

    Periodicals like New Statesman and Time endorse Obama as a person that could influence the world, but this sort of “journalism” is good for speculation and charming audiences only. Barrack Obama is the feel good candidate at a time when we don’t really need to feel all that good about ourselves. Face it, we screwed up. We ran afoul by going to war against Iraq and Afghanistan when we had troubles in New York City. We botched our attempt at being a global leader in environmental concerns. We bungled up the Middle East further by backing elections in the failed Palestinian state when all of the choices were less than palatable. We erred on the side of caution, and ultimately inaction, when it came to the ambitious nuclear programs of North Korea and Iran. The high esteem that Americans enjoyed at the expense of the rest of the world has sunk in opinion polls because our problems are too many to name right now. This isn’t the best time to pat ourselves on the back.

    4. Barrack Obama doesn’t have the right people around him.

    Do you really need the politically correct answer? Here it goes… I don’t see any brothers like Vernon Jordan around him so I’m assuming he’s going this alone. I can’t think of too many important figures endorsing him, which leads me to believe that Barrack is scrounging for whoever is left and wants to come along on his ride. A book campaign will only get you on a best-seller list. Not that the popular vote matters in this country though. Feel free to read between the lines in both directions.

    Part two of the same answer isn’t so politically correct, so there was your warning. Show me the political fat cats willing to go on record and say that they will get behind Barrack Obama 100% right now. Most are hedging their bets until after the primary when they will jump on or off his bandwagon depending on whether or not he actually secures the Democratic nomination. The only problem with this syndrome is that it is often too late to shape the serious debate and issues facing America were it to actually take place. Without the right people backing him right now, I don’t see him forming any hard line stance that can elevate him above any and all Republican comers.

    Let’s face it: the white people that could be around him are otherwise enamored with a juicier first. Besides, I honestly think that white people would change the Constitution for Arnold Schwarzznegger before they would elect Barrack.

    3. Barrack Obama would fail militarily for lack of experience.

    Given the difficulty in Iraq, I believe that we need a strong military Commander in Chief as our next president of the United States. Barrack has no prior military experience at all. Even George W. Bush knew that he at least had to fake military service in order to be considered for the job of President of the United States of America. Where is Obama’s fake or even slick attempt at fooling people into thinking that becoming a member of the Air National Guard in Honolulu was akin to serving our country honorably? For the record, Barrack was never in the Air National Guard, even in cushy Honolulu.

    Granted Obama could have easily joined the Army JAG corps and guaranteed himself a spot “in the rear guarding the gear” for the first Gulf War. He could have further put himself out of harm’s way by signing up for the JAG corps reserve component, but he didn’t. Our country was at war, and Barrack Obama was of age and he chose not to serve –as was his right. The only thing wrong with this is if he had political aspirations at this time and knowingly missed his opportunity to serve the country. There was a time not very long ago when even the elite would not have dared to shirk the ultimate of civic responsibilities while considering a career in politics.

    As it stands right now, I am more qualified to lead this nation’s armed services than Barrack Obama, and that is sad. I was once only a fireman in the Coast Guard. Was Barrack Obama even in the Seabees or Civil Air Patrol? Can someone with no prior military service get us out of the brand new Vietnam in the Middle East, bourgeoning Cold War part two with Russia and the potential showdowns with North Korea and China? I don’t think so. Sure there is much that should be left to diplomacy but the reality is that we are already facing a war on three fronts. If the greatest military minds ever assembled couldn’t win a war on even two fronts, what makes people think that Obama can win on three albeit potential fronts?

    2. Barrack Obama is a milquetoast candidate.

    His Secret Service protective code nickname is “Renegade” but he is far from radical. He thoroughly beat Alan Keyes in the 2004 Illinois Senate election which is proof of his moderation. (Alan Keyes is the quintessential black radical Republican, often full of harebrained schemes and unconventional approaches to long standing problems. The only person that would lose to Keyes in this scenario is Minister Farrakhan.) I think that it pretty much goes without saying that there would be no African-american candidate that isn’t radical. The popular entertainer Wayne Brady could easily trade in his fame and suddenly appear far-reaching if he were to run for office. African-americans are committed to changing the ways of this wicked country through shock therapy, reparations and good old fashioned socialism. Colin Powell could announce that he is running for president tomorrow and because of his stance on Affirmative Action and universal health care, or more aptly the need for the two, he would be labeled a radical by his fellow Republican peers.

    Barrack’s presence in the race suggests unity, compromise and an unfailing appeal to the center. The only problem with that stance is that African-americans have never really been interested in the center, along with the rest of American genres. We are a country of competing special interests. His lack of fervor to choose hard stances will eventually serve to cut him off from whatever base he can cultivate. In a presidential election, it is critical to mobilize your base with key defining issues. To date, Barrack Obama really doesn’t have any. His position in the polls already reflects that a year-and-a-half out.

    1. Barrack Obama is barely black.

    This is a surface issue, but remarkably important to me, and I suspect, other real African-americans but Barrack Obama is barely black. And I really mean “real” in the sense that being an African-american entails taking part or being associated with the negative black experience of discrimination in the United States. Barrack Obama is the product of a foreign exchange Kenyan that was not even nationalized in the United States and a white woman. His mother traces her lineage to the Confederate President Jefferson Davis. By all practical accounts he grew up in a white middle class family in a state that has very few African-americans living in it: Hawaii. He spent significant time in Jakarta during his formative years but the foremost African-american role model is conspicuously absent in his life. With this absence come questions as to whether or not he is truly fit to represent the repair of institutionalized racism and systematic oppression in this country’s vile history rife with chattel slavery.

    Many black journalists feel the same way. In her January 2007 Salon article asserting that Obama "isn't black," columnist Debra Dickerson writes: "lumping us all together [with Obama] erases the significance of slavery and continuing racism while giving the appearance of progress." Indeed, the appearance is all that some can concentrate on, as Obama does have the visage and typical phenotype of many black people that have lived in the United States for many generations. Only one thing though: he isn’t African-american, nor was he connected in any way to a significant pool of African-americans during that critical time when he formed his opinion of issues vital to African-americans.

    The closest he came to being African-american was receiving an honorary Doctor of Law from Xavier of Louisiana, a historically black college. Somehow, I don’t see Barrack chilling on the yard down in ‘Nawlins though. Barrack is even absent the popular marks of the black talented tenth that have become ever so prevalent after W.E.B. DuBois coined the phrase: he has no African-american fraternal affiliations, he held no high profile social action posts, and he wasn’t even in Jack & Jill. He did play varsity basketball, even though that was in Hawaii where he should have been an All-American given the demographics. I would present this as primary proof that Obama is apparently not that good at basketball though, rather than engage in the stereotyping.

    A more poignant and pertinent question to Obama would be “who brought you into the ranks of African-americans in this country?” He would do well to point out who schooled him, but I suspect that Columbia and Harvard University are all that he could come up with. In white society, indeed, that is enough. Black people have always been a different story though… Anyway, call me crazy but if we are about to have a black-white love-in, and put the horrors of slavery behind U.S., as a nation, then it should be a product of slavery leading the chorus and not someone totally unaffected –let alone one affected more by the Confederate cause, laced with the trappings of aristocratic privilege and academic supremacy or elitism.

    June 18

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    June 15

    God's Favorite

    Solomon & Me

    Solomon, The Builder, makes for a great biblical story.  I recently had the opportunity to reexamine the story at a men’s conference held by the Tried Stone Missionary Baptist Church on February 24 of this year.

    There was one caveat in the story that applies to just about every man: we are fallible even in our greatness and divine anointing.  There is no question that Solomon was anointed by God.  He was the richest man that the world has ever seen and the ruler of the known world at the time of his reign.  Solomon was said to possess the entire spectrum of human understanding available to mortal man on this earth: thirty-three degrees.

    As you may already know, Solomon was the son of David the great warrior king charged with erecting a house lavish enough to house the word of God.  The Arc of the Covenant would rest in the sanctum sanctorum, or holiest of holies, in the temple that he would construct.  He was said to be the wisest man in all of human existence, and more than capable of the task because of his favor with the Lord and magnificent managerial skills.

     Solomon is well-documented in the Bible and holds the distinction of being both a subject and an author of books associated with the historical collection from which it is derived.  His fame is still increased by the rituals and moral allegories that are based on his great achievements in the oldest fraternity that the world has ever seen, contained in the rights of passage of Freemasonry.  Solomon wasn’t just great in his day, and his name and fame are still in popularly used in global culture.

    Solomon was a true renaissance man.  He wrote poetry (Ecclesiastes) and was skilled in the sciences of his time.  Yet even in his anointing and great importance of his task, a flaw in his character was allowed to remain and fester.  Solomon was also a terrible womanizer.  They say that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and as a son of David, it is easy to see how his impulsive decisions regarding associating with women could get him into trouble.  The Bible says that Solomon had 700 wives and princesses to go along with his 300 concubines.  That is quite a number of women to keep satisfied, even for the richest and wisest man in the world.

    What is more, though, Solomon loved women of a different sort than his own kind.  Being a God-fearing man was enough for Solomon, but he didn’t impose his own belief system on his wives’ or other associates.  At first one can see that this could be interpreted as a sign of his tolerance, but the problem with Solomon’s taste in women brought him out of favor with the Lord because of disobedience.  The Lord wanted Solomon’s great attributes all for His glory and Solomon began appeasing his wives’ by building lesser temples for their heathen gods in Israel after completing his life’s purpose. 

    One by one, all of his wives’ turned away from Solomon in his old age and he was left empty because his true fulfillment came from the God that was now angered with him.

    For all of Solomon’s flaw, though, it is important to note that he was still God’s favorite.

    June 14

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