The recent BBC article, “Dark skin ‘does not block cancer’,” is a wonderful opportunity to write about a larger issue in the rasx() context. After you read the BBC article consider these:

  • Traditional, authentic Africans often use pigments, oils and mud to protect/decorate their skin under the sun. Protection from the sun and ceremonial/poetical decoration of the body seems a strange combination to an analysis-biased people.
  • The BBC article helps sell sunscreen products to a “larger market.” The previous sentence in no way suggests some simplistic payola relationship between one or more multi-national corporations and the BBC.
  • The BBC article does admit that people with wealthy amounts of melanin get melanoma largely on the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet. I deliberately use the word ‘admit’ because to me the article avoids suggesting that having melanin in the skin is of any worth outside of jargon-filled sentences. It would be so difficult for young people “of color” to read between lines to find any worth regarding their inherited physical nature—especially when many young people have difficulty reading in the first place. Hey, kids, we get one crude, Spartan sentence: “Very dark, black skin has a natural SPF of about 13 and filters twice as much UV radiation as white skin, for example.” Shut up and be happy.
  • The BBC article does not take into account that “dark skinned” people in the United States are “mixed” with Caucasian genes, and many other genes from non-African pools.

It is this last point that is most important. Failing to understand this is of the racist mentality of those struggling against racism. When I was a young white liberal, I permitted the thoughts of “pure” Blackness to run wild around my mind. With maturity and experience—especially in intimate relationships with women—I found that the same hypothetical white person can live inside of anybody of any skin color. And as many of us “pure Blacks” get older we may be embarrassed to find ourselves with osteoporosis, Crohn’s Disease—and, yes, melanoma (among many other ailments supposedly of European origin).

When you get through being offended by the phrase ‘hypothetical white person’ look into in “Basic Black: The Funky Sutra” to see something else… Now, my high school was King/Drew Medical Magnet. During my time there (when the school was just a bunch of small bungalows and parked trailers) we learned about the “hypothetical 70-kilogram man.” The real-world politics behind this “scientific” phrase is that the “hypothetical 70-kilogram man” is actually the hypothetical white male. It’s a waste of my time to try to show any person over elementary school age that what we know as “modern medicine” is based on research biased toward the physiology and psychology of this hypothetical man. And, when he gets melanoma, everybody in the whole world should too. We don’t want to hurt his feelings… He has nuclear weapons…

One of the reasons why “intellectual property” is so important to big media companies is that creative commons footage of Pat Boone singing Tutti Frutti can surely be used against him. Digital rights management promises to be one of the mechanisms of censorship in the western tradition of centralized monarchy.

The original singer of Tutti Frutti is Little Richard. Once you hear him sing the song you will begin to understand why Pat Boone attempted to even come near it with any insincere forms of flattery. Now when you run the numbers, my wild, uninformed guess is that Pat Boone made more money off of his wack-ass version of the song than Little Richard. And this is the exact same wack-ass, billion-dollar situation Microsoft has enjoyed with respect to Apple for decades.

So now the industry is buzzing with Microsoft’s Zune vs. Apple’s iTunes. And Microsoft fully expects to sell more corn beef hash than filet mignon. This is just the latest chapter in this decades-long “gentleman’s agreement” between those who are truly creative and those who you see on television everyday.

Now Little Richard is not a barrel of flawless peaches. There is that terrible story I read about what he did to Jimi Hendrix… but when we start messing with Jimi Hendrix we have to leave the whole property game behind and move into other states of consciousness… So, under the corny circumstances, Apple is like Little Richard and Microsoft is like Pat Boone—but no one in this candy-ass cracker-ass business world is like Jimi Hendrix. Technology had to be modified to deal Jimi wah-wah with the “real” world. The entrepreneur is one thing; the force of nature is another thang, baby…


  • ::: Steve Connell: the intimate nature of knife fights
  • ::: Bryan Wilhite: the art of kara walker
  • ::: rasx() on Media: Billboards and Postcards

::: Steve Connell: the intimate nature of knife fights

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Steve Connell is a new-millennium troubadour in Urban Outfitters cargo pants. He’s the eighty-dollar Nike shirt of hip-hop romance poetry. Instead of wasting time with an old east-coast-west-coast feud about New York literary poetry versus Los-Angeles-Jim-Morrison stage performance, Steve embraces his acting training and serious music connections to produce spoken word like a filmmaker makes a film. When I auditioned his CD, The Intimate Nature of Knife Fights, I felt like I was watching a film instead of listening to the usual poetry recitals set to music. This is because Steve Connell’s work is saturated with rich imagery and witty stage drama—very suitable for an award-winning veteran of slam poetry and Def Poetry.

The vibe of this work shivers with a collective effort. It is representative of the North of Wilshire School of Los Angeles Poetry that includes such social luminaries as Saul Williams, Malcolm-Jamal Warner, Gina Loring, Bridget Gray, Jerry Quickly and, of course, Tony-Award-winning Poetri.

The Intimate Nature of Knife Fights
is sensual poetry in a time of war. It takes an adult swim in the sea of anti-patriarchy north of the Isle of Lesbos without life guard training. This is something I tried in my twenties as a poet but eventually I stopped well short of the achievements of Steve Connell and “retreated” into my controversial African roots that people like Poetri avoid for whatever wisdom that governs him and people like Saul Williams suspect is anti-social madness. Let Steve adeptly represent what is recognizable under the current social circumstances. Malcolm-Jamal Warner just stared at me after my poetry reading. He just stared… Anyway, back to Steve: Feel his “knife fight.” Here in the kinté space we present six audio tracks. Listen to all of the tracks at

::: Bryan Wilhite: the art of kara walker

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This therapeutic poem “the art of kara walker” presented for my health and your—whatever—here in the kinté space is yet another wonderful way to systematically reduce the size of the kinté space audience. Just when we were enjoying over 30,000 page views a month (and this is a conservative number), Bryan had to go and do this…

Several years ago I met Kara Walkerin person at that glorified gift shop at the bottom of the petroleum company skyscraper here in Westwood, California. When you study the origins of this “museum” that is, the flesh man Armand Hammer, you should find some sexual politics going on that is somehow relevant to the sexuality hovering somewhere around Kara Walker. The key is that “we” need to forget about how a person gets the keys to the kingdom. Like the unwashed barbarians “we” are (like Norse barbarians in a palace of Byzantium) “we” need to be overwhelmed and preoccupied by the pomp and pageantry of intellectual bling bling. Unfortunately, when I met Kara Walker, I failed to do this and I had to write a poem about it.

“Behind every great fortune there is a crime,” and the genius grant awarded to Kara Walker and others like Stanley Nelson can be misinterpreted as a “great fortune” by televisionary W2 laborers like me—and, so here we are: a few, crass, country rubes looking for criminal acts. The pointed indictment that is “the art of kara walker” can clearly be seen as an artifact of the ignorant claiming that the innocent are guilty. However, I’m willing to take the risk and stake my social life on what’s written here. This sort of lunchroom politics have been with me since childhood so I’m seasoned. I’m primitive minded: I let the work of the artist speak to me because what is called “art” is, to my mind, just another form of communication. This poem summarizes my “limited” understanding of Kara Walker. It’s based on what I think she is saying to me. Either my misunderstanding of her is so profound that we should never meet and bridge so vast a gulf, or my understanding is horrifically exact and we should never meet again… Either way, she wins the award. “the art of kara walker” is a win, win.

::: rasx() on Media: Billboards and Postcards

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This documents the rasx() context, featuring four items for his critical eye: “Let There Be Q”, “Bridezilla,” ‘Ass-imilation’ and From Woodstock to iStock. These titles refer to commercial billboards and a postcard that got in his face and this time he decided to lean forward against the corporate push.

This is the second installment of thinking Drupal on the XAMPP stack. This entry follows my installation notes. What’s notable today is confined to CSS issues. The big revelation for me is that your custom Drupal theme changes the look and feel of the admin pages as well as the public-facing pages. This is a major departure from the convention established in my mind by WordPress. This means that writing a CSS theme for Drupal might be more involved than WordPress. This default design answers any questions hovering around me about why Drupal has more than one theme/CSS solution. Certainly, this is not the first Blog post about this Drupal “challenge.” I just need to research this further to find detailed historical accounts by those with more Drupal experience.

So far, what’s here is “Overriding drupal.css; two approaches.” This article and especially its comments reveal other CSS workarounds related to the default design of Drupal.

Much of Western civilization is powered by electricity, which in turn comes from the great kingdoms of Moloch under the earth—our vast, cavernous stores of fossil fuels. Legends from the sages in Texas say that this fuel is endless and this is why we need to look underground, in the caveman world, for our energy resources.

Completing the previous smart-ass paragraph means that you are able to see data on one of the servers hosting the database supporting this Blog. However, in “What a week!” the action figures write with a firm, Kung Fu grip:

Our string of bad luck is not over yet. After the file server crash last weekend and the subsequent internal network issues that we have been cleaning up all week, this evening brought us a Los Angeles area power outage that took down our data center (again, we know…). This time the generators worked fortunately, but the UPS system did not.

It may appear that the tone in this post might encourage the blokes at to be more secretive with the slick Byzantine mosaic poker faces that makes poor people think rich people are demigods. On the contrary, does not try to play me for an idiot and eventually some “mainstream” news source will break the big story about power crises in the IT industry. There may be a cute headline like, “How’s the weather? It’s Not Just IT Small Talk: Power Crises in the IT Industry.”