The Big Boss is Bruce Lee’s debut film and came out in 1971. Bruce Lee plays Cheng, a nice guy sworn to peace, who came to visit his cousins and work with them. It was weird because for the first half Lee didn’t do much fighting. However, it got really good. When he is thrust into a revenge-fueled rage, stuff goes down. His talent can never be downplayed. Bruce Lee is a legend. Also the ending was just awesome. I have never seen the hero…well, I guess I can say since the movie has been out for like 40 years, carried away in handcuffs by the police. Yes, that is right. The hero was arrested for killing the bad guy. It is very different than how movies conventionally end. China ftw.
Oh no…it appears I am one of those people. Those dreaded people. I am one of those uncultured Americans that does not know the first thing about art. I have never really gone to art museums, although a friend and I plan to this summer. I do not even know any contemporary artists really. What I define as good art is something that makes me think, “Wow that is really impressive,” or just makes some sort of impact on me. I am really jealous of people that are artistic too but alas that talent eludes me.
I am going to Italy this summer and absolutely cannot wait. I am actually looking forward to all of the art there since Italy is the type of country that relishes in its past. Just because I don’t know things about art, doesn’t mean I can’t admire it. During my trip, we are going to stop by and see the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo. Of course I have seen it on TV and in books and stuff, but it is not the same as in person. It looks so impressive. I’m not religious either, but I can awe in something beautiful. Art should be able to surpass things like that. I feel like it’s going to be one of those experiences that take my breath away or at least I hope.
I, as a citizen of the United States, should be able to freely exercise my right to: practice any religion I so please, “bear arms” (ehh that’s kind of up to debate right now), and express myself and all that fun stuff. Oh and do not forget life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness (good movie btw). However do I feel anymore free?
Society has set such strong guidelines that make it hard to do some of these things. Anyone who practices Islam is looked to be a radical terrorist. How many times have you refrained from saying something because it might “get you in trouble” with someone? The legal system is no gem. And yes, we can pursue happiness, but how many people in the United States can truly ascend to the level they wish? There really is no “American Dream.” Those few exceptions don’t outweigh the majority. Our votes for president are just a tradition really.
Yet, I recently have felt more free. I think it is because I’ve stopped giving thought to a lot of things that used to bother me. Rights on paper have loopholes. They are a factor of what makes you feel free. You’re mind state, how you exercise them, and how you allow others to influence you are bigger determinants.
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Oh boy another vague title. Okay, let’s do this.
Well, to start off, just to get the ball rolling, I know that this blog is supposed to be about Malcolm X. To me, it could go in either two directions:
1) X discovering himself.
Or
2) His prominence in today’s society
I prefer number one, so I will commence with that one.
At this point in the book, X is educating himself and is just discovering the Nation of Islam. He says that it is the first time in his life that he had ever had an important thought. He is examining himself, society and what is real and what is not. X was blown away by the rich history of his ancestry and angered that he was blinded for so long. Islam gave him an awakening experience. It was like being reborn. It gave him a new prospective on life. He no longer felt hate towards religion. His introduction to Islam came at the right time in his life. Just as he was discovering the truth, a religion that claimed to have the whole truth was presented before him. I have not finished the book, but I can imagine that it will be about X cleaning himself up and his work with human rights. None of that would have been possible if he had never discovered himself in prison.
You know what…now that I think of it, I don’t really like the second option. Skip that guys just kidding.
X Marks the spot. As in, that’s the goal. As in, that’s where all the ends justify the means. We are reading Malcolm X’s autobiography. It includes everything from his life. Not just all his accomplishments. It includes his messed up childhood, his hustle, his drugs, his running around with women, everything. However, I feel like he wouldn’t change a thing. He analyzes everything and sees the significance. X is aware of where he has messed up and takes full ownership. He is even thankful for some of it. Without prison, X would have never found the nation of Islam.
X marks the spot. His goals and ideology were a result of his past. What the overall “spot” is, I'm not sure. My previous knowledge tells me he aimed for a proud black race that is fully aware of themselves in the past, present, and future. That they achieve economic independence and won't allow anyone to step all over them anymore. I actually am looking forward to the rest of the book. I will probably have a better interpretation of him then.
Soo I'm not sure if how I read this blog was totally off base. I would actually like some people's thoughts if anyone bothers to read other people's blogs AND comment them :)
I’m not sure who introduced me, where it happened, or when it was that I started listening to A Tribe Called Quest, but I’m happy I do. I am a lover of quality hip hop. Not Soulja Boy. Not Flo Rida. Anyway, A Tribe Called Quest is probably one of the best rap groups from the ‘90s, and comprised of three members: Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Phife, and Jarobi (I'm pretty sure he left after the first album though). It is in contrast to the hardcore gangsta rap of the time with a more laid back even jazzy style.
I try to get everyone who hasn’t already, to listen to their music. I always recommend Low End Theory because it’s my favorite and because it is a piece of art. From the smooth flow in Jazz (We’ve Got) to the playful back and forth in Check the Rhyme, The Low End Theory is the epitome of what good hip hop should be. It's not just candy garbage with no meaning or just some dude saying how great he is the whole song. They show their talent through raw tracks that didn't require a lot of editing or that thing T-Pain uses. I can never get tired of listening to them.
Above are just a few of the songs off the album. Enjoy.
