Tuesday, February 15, 2011

West Coast, New Coast

California provided those that came an opportunity to change their lives, to begin anew.  They left behind the "old" in a search for new beginnings in an undeveloped land.  The founding fathers went so far as to recreate the landscape in Southern California and today, the same water wars are being fought that began over 100 years ago.  This reinventing mindset provided the impetus for a backlash against writings of the current time.
                                                                                     

Today's "Hip" culture of rap and hip-hop is an off-shoot of the East Coast styles, only California hijacked, beat down and forced a restyling of the form, with a West Coast persona.  Again, something moved from the old to the new coast, and was reinvented according to the "norms" of Southern California.



Los Angeles, with it's Hollywood connections and movie star facade, provides the greatest backdrop for today's pulp.  L.A. is constantly evolving, with the current climes, following what is popular at the moment, and transforming it to New Coast ideals. 

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Coffee

Each morning the alarm clock wakes me, even the weekends when it's turned off.  My first priority is to get the coffee started.  I have a routine, able to complete this task before I am fully awake.  Light on, yesterday's filter and grounds to the trash, rinse, fill water, coffee and flip switch on.  Quick, painless, efficient.




 

My days don't actually begin until that caffeine is coursing through my blood.  I drink so much that I recently switched to decaf to provide a well deserved rest for my kidneys.  Bad idea going cold turkey.  Headaches from hell, with a capital H.  So now I drink a mix of leaded and unleaded and am back in the land of the sane.  Days begin much easier since that move back to some caffeine.  I always thought it was the habit of drinking coffee, not really the caffeine.  I was badly mistaken. 

So here I sit and ponder my upcoming day, coffee at hand, blood coursing through my body, sending vital nutrients to the organs of my body.  The most vital being, of course, caffeine.

Monday, February 7, 2011

The modernization of hip

The expansion of hip can be tied directly to the growth of urban america.  The streets of New York at the end of the 19th century became a conglomeration of cultures, two of which were not accepted by mainstream white america.  Due to geographical constraints placed upon these cultures, they were thrown together and began to communicate and develop means of expression that were somewhat based on their societal situation.  As the new century wore into the 20's, returning veterans came home with a different outlook towards their country and began to express themselves outside of the norm.  As these expressions became more popular, those not within those specific groups or cultures began to enjoy, even emulate, the forms of entertainment provided.  The close proximity and higher numbers in an urban setting made the growth of hip what it is today.
                                            
Imagine a hipster creating a new style that is trendy and hot, with no audience in which to display his talents.  There would be no emulation, no spread of influence or desire to improve upon the new style.  A performer needs an audience, correct?  The population of Harlem, which I consider the birthplace of today's description of hip, was around 150,000 in the 1920's, providing an audience for hip artists to be seen, heard and most importantly, copied.  This in turn, provided the impetus for hipsters to continue evolving and creating new trends.



If the same creators of hip were living in Harlem, Montana in the 1920's, Hip would still be in Harlem, Montana today.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Overdue Punctuality

This is my free-write, which was due two days ago.  It's late, I know, but it gave me a topic to write about.  Punctuality.  I am enrolled in 4 classes this semester and two of them are on line.  Three weeks into the semester and I have not established a routine yet.  Not good.  I abhor tardiness, almost as much as dishonesty, which I absolutely loathe.  Without establishing a routine, I am finding myself further and further behind.  Work doesn't help, though.  I am free to work any schedule I want and have fallen into a routine, though not an excuse, of sleeping in and going in late.  It's bleeding over into all my activities now and I feel a sense of doom overshadowing me, almost as if my laziness is going to swallow my life and leave me in bed under a pile of warm, cozy blankets.
Wow, now that I think of it, that warm bed seems mighty inviting.  Anyone that knows the temperature today won't blame me.