So I’m sitting here in my smoking jacket by the fireplace with fur rugs and pets just like the ones on the cover of Ain’t That a Bitch and I decide, completely naked, to look for at least one Blog out there written by a person with strong African features. My developing sense of culture does not inform me that being of “the only Black” anything is something to enjoy or cherish. So I am out looking… and after mistaking AfricaBlog, Katie’s Weblog, Leo Nelson and hundreds of white-controlled news sites about Africa (with RSS feeds) for darkly packed English, I stumble upon this photograph (by Roseann Bersten):

spooky and friend...

This is DJ Spooky with the cool, Fat Albert cap and the cooler Asiatic jacket (sorry, I don’t know the culturally correct name for this attire). I mean. Blimy! Surely one of the gods of Afro-futurism has a Blog or at least knows an Afro-dude that has one. Right? No? I’m still looking… I guess I’m a little slow…

So I see two areas of danger suggested here: one, DJ Spooky and the clique that hangs out around his international-new-school lunch table are too busy busting social moves instead of technological ones—Erykah Badu is already on record for bashing the use computers but somehow she uses them (indirectly most likely) on every sound recording she has ever made; two, I continue to fail to understand what the hell is going on with African people born one or two generations after me… Most of the people “of color” I meet personally either do not have computers or are too overwhelmed with imperial responsibilities to truly “Think Different”—so they might be affluent enough to compute deeply but are quite entertained by surfing to that Nelly website. There are brothers with rims on their SUVs that cost more than two powerful computers.

My elder, Floyd Webb, covers this discussion of young people (among other thoughts as thangs) by looking at his two sons, ages 12 and 27, in “The World Wide Floyd Webb 2004” here at

Let me put my clothes back on and close with a quote from my gal Erykah during a 1997 Launch interview. Her logic is fundamentally flawed (but ooh, her sexy ways are not). What she is saying is that since the government uses/regulates guns, she should not have called her album Mama’s Gun:

Man, I don’t want to have nothing to do with computers. I don’t want the government in my business. No matter what I believe, it’s what the powers-that-be believe that will affect me. So y’all can have them computers. I won’t have it.

I guess Erykah won’t be stretching out on my furs next to my fireplace to curl up with a math book and DJ Spooky is gone out catching an analog airplane with a sharp jacket that should be in my closet!

Rick’s City Cafe presents
The Hunter S. Thompson Tribute

Friday April 1st, 2005 9 till 11 pm

Frankfort honors Kentucky legend gonzo journalist master-writer visionary Hunter S. Thompson

July 2, 1960 (from Bermuda) 23 years old:

“If I could think of a way to do it right now, I’d head back to Louisville, sit on the porch drinking beer, drive around Cherokee Park for a few nights, and try to sink back as far as I could into the world that did its best to make me. It’s not hard to get tired of interminable palms and poinciana, and I could do at the moment with a single elm tree on a midnight street in the Highlands.”

Ron Whitehead produced the official Hunter S. Thompson Tribute at Memorial Auditorium in Louisville December 1996 featuring Johnny Depp, Warren Zevon, Douglas Brinkley, David Amram, Roxanne Pulitzer, Harvey Sloane, The Sheriff of Pitkin County, Hunter’s Mom Virginia, Hunter’s Son Juan, Gerald Tyrell, and others. Over 2000 attended the standing room only event.

On April 1st, 2005, Ron Whitehead will tell personal stories about Hunter, each will be followed by a connected song by edgy folk-mountain singer Sarah Elizabeth.

With Special Guests writer and humourist Ed Mcclanahan and journalist poet Danny O’Bryan.

1227 127 South Frankfort, Kentucky
9 ‘til 11 PM $7

this special event produced to celebrate the life and work of Hunter S. Thompson…

Ron’s tribute to Hunter S. Thompson is online here at

This is an image of a place used to show respect for ancestors:


I respect what was built here but I do not participate in any ceremonies involving the objects shown in this image. My very, very Christian father would know why I am drawn so near to such a place—but would not think of Solomon the son of David (where he plays the role of David and I get the part of Solomon that finds vanity and vexation of spirit with strange women of my love taxing the people with their altars and shit). There is no debate with my father about this issue. I respect that because, as his son, I am sure I pissed on him at least once and it is hard to listen to a guy that used to piss on you (my children introduced me to such a possibility).

This is a modern vision of the ancient writer:


There is far more here than a figure with a stylus in hand. But we must keep the mysteries for old children. So when my father suckles on a cigarette, it is not my place as his child to see another child taking comfort with addiction—right? Righteous? —And honoring our parents may mean that we must keep their secrets so that we all can be ignorant—or honoring our parents means that we must study their history as well as listening to their theory. Are your parents actually living what they preach? No? Then how long will you inherit from their misrepresentation? What non-destructive action will you take to unlearn what is untrue? Step one: smoking cigarettes is “bullshit” (the quotes are for my father’s word used against me—we shall see how this curse works—as his hand is outstretched against me and his anger is kindled against me). …And, oh, I think I just ‘destroyed’ my relationship with Philip Morris, their customers and all of their shareholders—that’s quite a kick to the curb. None of you loyal readers are my teachers, teaching me the lesson of what it means to be an insignificant person. I got a B+ in that class—even after showing up late.

So, anyway, here in are my baby steps: listen to “Divine Conversations” featuring the grandmother of my first daughter, Queen Mother N’Ast of of the Shiji Uat Study Group meeting Sundays at KRST Unity Center of African Spirituality, 7825 South Western Ave., Los Angeles, CA 90047-2728. “Divine Conversations” is a free, Flash MX streaming audio presentation presented on the Web here at