Adept2u Correspondent for the #CookoutNewsNetwork

Howdy!

I had a ball in a hash tag yesterday.  #CookoutNewsNetwork was just like going to any one of 100's of family cookouts i've gone to and what made it so magical was I could have fallen into 1000's of them yesterday and sat right down without having to learn the backstory.  I'll begin my presentation with the last tweet I had in the series.

#CookoutNewsNetwork They call us a tribe like it's a bad thing. I love my Black family and yours.

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

Breaking: The last nerve has been tried there will be no further nerves supplied for the duration #CookoutNewsNetwork

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 4, 2015

A #CookoutNewsNetwork Public Service Announcement pic.twitter.com/44X76X0TTd

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 4, 2015

Breaking: 2015 Exit Polls show the renigger is the lowest form. #CookoutNewsNetwork

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

Say Baby! do we have any ribs with mayo? Neighbor is out back #CookoutNewsNetwork pic.twitter.com/080e8ocvEH

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Breaking: oh Lawd somebody better get Uncle Billy a plate to take home pic.twitter.com/NT6iicixw4

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork White friend has bad reaction to being introduced to the term White Privilege pic.twitter.com/xfUGBcrgo4

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Collections now being accepted to help Uncle Chick pic.twitter.com/J5Nnz0Hcoo

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork In other News: Since the incident at Bundy Ranch consumption of beef products is down in Nevada. pic.twitter.com/lqs7x5urrp

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Breaking: No you can't just toss it on the grill. pic.twitter.com/NEQM1EHFml

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Breaking: Momma know that's more than just weed pic.twitter.com/UGIEorefMb

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Auntie tells Uncle to peel half the potatoes and put them in a pot why Auntie drinks. pic.twitter.com/lGkaip3XzM

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork When your cousins play chess pic.twitter.com/i8ws1Ifjzd

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Your daughters girlfriends show up and you don't remember it like that when you was that age. pic.twitter.com/TaJ43K3HW5

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Your favorite cousin showed up! pic.twitter.com/E336LeI6Lr

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork He brought Pabst Blue Ribbon but that's his 4th Stella. pic.twitter.com/69hSGvhGgg

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork That delicious tension between starvation and rare chicken

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork When you make it through the event without anyone calling you youngblood and recognize you next in line

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork When you tell Nana you been to church every Sunday pic.twitter.com/Xg8o7eA6cE

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork When we find the cousin that's a Republican pic.twitter.com/dQZ794le1v

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork The cousin thats a cop is saying fuck the police

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Your Auntie has reminded you she got her gun at all points in time and she got you.

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

The ancestors and dead homies are good and high from all the liquor tipped in their honor #CookoutNewsNetwork

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork No one knows where Crazy Uncle Charlie got the box that says US Army for the fireworks mind your business

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Cousins find out peers that go through Marine Corp boot camp lose joke status

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

The Uncle who never tried it before is hot boxing the blunt without a hint of coughing #CookoutNewsNetwork

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

#CookoutNewsNetwork Attention: Who Baby is That, Who Baby is That. will somebody watch Who Baby is That. Thank you.

— Nostradeptus (@adept2u) July 5, 2015

Namaste Friends.

Brilliant Bridge: I'm Going On Netroots Radio.

A Netroots whoa whoa Radio Show!

Brilliancy!

I'm happy to announce I'll take my act to the bar of Justice and next week on 6/24 step to the mic and join him for a chat on his Netroots Radio show. We already know and love Justice from his participation in our Poetry Slam.

Which by the way we will do again THIS FRIDAY.

I don't mind chasing you down for your entries but you can e-mail me at brilliantbridgeinstitute@gmail.com remember attach some art and Jazz or I'll do it for you.

Who is the gentleman below? Well that is my BigDaddy y'all might say Grandfather but he'd tell you your Father is in heaven. He was the first Black DJ in Northern Georgia, and as y'all know how full of woo I am, you'll know the frequency of the ancestor I'm going to dial for support in the next week : )

The Letter that Kept Moms In College more about BigDaddy

Brilliant Bridge: What's the Role of Others on the Bridge

A Light on the Bridge asks

Adept2u how do you see the role of the other Brilliancy here what kind of community are you trying to build?

I’m glad you asked.

Think of Brilliancy on the Bridge as having a movie theater where they are inviting the rest of us to watch the presentation they have prepared for us, called Life. 

They are the projectionist they are in charge of the entire presentation and they have invited us to sit in the audience.

Brilliant Bridge members are there to CHEER THE MOVIE!

Suspend disbelief. Fall in love. In fact if you can you’re gonna help that movie win an the Academy Award for Best Picture.

Are you a critic? (Yes, I understand how criticism can be constructive)

The door is over there it has a big green Exit sign.

Thanks for asking. Someone else ask a question

A Waving at the Neighbors Update

It's been a week since I decided to take my chair Stargazer Friendfinder to the end of my driveway and wave at everyone who passes by and I thought I'd give an update.

This is by far the most groovy thing I've ever done for myself. The street I live on is first of all very busy. It is the main east west drag in our hillside hamlet so I'm busy. I am getting one heck of a workout! You beauty queens out there I tip my hat an hour's serious HOWDY waving is a workout.

I have become a phenomenon that children ask their parents to drive by and then the parents come by themselves. I stopped counting the frowns turned upside down I've caused. I believe I have dropped the average speed from warp 4 to mere impulse power on my little piece of the drag, and become an inspiration to the service club High School age kids looking for something to do.

I have made at least 10 solid friends I now know the names of and have moved past simple greeting to making human connection and within the next couple days I fully expect to have to bring out another chair for Stargazer because I’ve had a person ask if they could wave with me and I wholeheartedly accepted. Professional drivers are the most fun as I love air horns and I think the bus drivers on my route have begun announcing me because everyone on the bus now waves at me.

After one week.

Do I think this is for everyone? No, I’m a sales person who if when I cold called returned a positive result of whenever someone met my eyes I made a sale I’d be richer than Roosevelt so I’m not daunted by small rejections. Do I think it’s an excellent way to put yourself out there in anticipation of some really sweet result? Absolutely

BrilliantBridge.org #opensourceserendipity
Taking back our world from the control of fear time and money

Namaste Friends.

Here’s the first posting.

Moms family is from Georgia, I’ve shown you Moms family earlier with the presentation of the documentary Palmour St., and Pops family gave me my Alabama memories.  I mention it because of a habit both sides of the family have.

When they get home from work, or get done with their day.  They will get them a beer or other bevie and everyone will go and sit on the porch and wave at every person and car driving by.

The people who are walking will generally stop and talk, the people in the cars always wave and display nice friendly smiles.

Well yesterday I was yelling at something political that had pissed me off and something made me think “I bet these people where I live wouldn’t even wave back if I did the southern thing”.  I live on a very busy street the most busy in my area of the town, so I thought no one would care we’re LA after all and a challenge was born.

First the music I would pick a piece and I would wave all the way through it, and I know what I will use

Yeah that's me for the assignment next?

The Chair

STARGAZER

I set up for two way waving because that's how I roll.

I will now relay the results.

I apologize to my town for thinking it might not be friendly.  Oh my goodness, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to end my evening without doing this I didn't remember how good it felt.

I saw people who just didn’t see me, and the way people haul booty down my street I didn’t blame them.  Every single person who saw me waved.

2 separate men in pick up trucks who saw me saw my wave and didn’t think I saw them wave back drove around the corner to wave.  One stopped and asked if I were just waving and when I said yes told me that was just beautiful and that lit my heart.

I made a new friend in Amy the jogger I had seen many times running by my house and now know she’s a neighbor cooler than the other side of the pillow and yes she and her cool husband would love to drop by for a glass of vino and conviviality.

It’s my normal nature to count the wavers or something to keep my mind busy, but I didn’t have to.  Get down my city I’m proud of you, I was kept busy meeting you. I understand it might rain tomorrow, so nope, but whenever it’s not raining I think I’ll give Stargazer a last name.  Stargazer Friendfinder 

Namaste Friends!

Someone went INCADECSENT on the Brilliant Bridge

No, I am not saying that participation in the Brilliant Bridge Poetry Corner ignites your life and magical things happen to you.  This young man already had all that going on before he joined the Brilliant Bridge and gave me a poem to rock last Friday.

But look what My Negus did on Mother's Day

STOP THE PRESSES A BRILLIANT BRIDGE WORLD PREMIER! FROM OUR OWN POETRY SLAM I PRESENT MY NEGUS ELIJAH HOLSEY *FINGER MOTHERFUCKING SNAPS*
Posted by Brilliant Bridge on Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Brilliant Bridge Facebook Page

Please join the group submit a poem read some poems have some fun.

Namaste Friends

All The Best To You and Yours

Do you follow me on Twitter, do you know me on Facebook?

This is what I say

All the best to you and yours and the Universe at large

 

 

 

 

 

Namaste Friends

Venus Jupiter and Mercury in his Eyes

Venus Jupiter and Mercury in his Eyes

He was born in the time of a rare conjunction. 
My daughter grew to new levels of wisdom only labor teaches and as she learned
I observed its progress through the night and a day as she lie
I noted its progress in the sky.
I wondered about his beauty and the enormity of any task what message was its delivery a function.

My baby is a miracle the streams of his river so often blocked
For 3000 years one side harried with no home for 150 the other side feeling like a family alone.
Asunder in tyrants inhumanities visit what armor could I give him how do I cover his people left and docked.

Such a serious man my time machine, but already and abundantly with the answers they sheen.
I love you PopPop Grampy I love you too, and in that sweet answer hope springs always anew.

I know where part of the answer of Venus, Jupiter and Mercury lies

They look out of the time machine of the planets eyes.

Adept2u's American Album

My family was really started by two men, and no they weren’t gay. My Pop got a job as a computer programmer at Wright Patterson Air Force Base in around 1968 when I was four years old. This was a tremendous opportunity for him. The list of professions that a Black man could hold wasn’t that long then, and although he had secured a great job as a social worker after college computers seemed the wave of the future.

That’s where he met Jim a man who loves me like a father. He is a White man from Iowa. His eldest sibling was born in the 1800’s. He grew up on a farm the last of 15 children, I can never remember exactly how many. I think my Pop was the first Black man he ever had more than just a brief conversation with, and he is the first person I can remember that is not a member of my biological family. He and my pop shared an office and became like peas and carrots. I used to fantasize and think of them as Bill Cosby and Robert Culp from the old TV show I Spy.


One day my pop comes home and tells me that he and Jim had gotten jobs with the Borroughs Corporation, and not only were we moving to sunny Southern California but we were going to be moving in with Jim and his family. That was nothing but gravy to me. I’m an only child and my very best friend in the whole world was Jim’s son Brian, it was going to be like a permanent sleep over. Plus my pop had just bought a brand new Chevy Camaro with the 396 and we were going to drive across America.

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Balimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

Countée Cullen

That poem has always stuck with me because I had similar experience on our trip west. We stopped at a motel in Oklahoma City that had a pool brimming with white kids. Now for a kid who had grown up in Ohio Oklahoma City is plenty hot and a pool is quite a treat. We checked into our room where I changed and then raced for the pool. I jumped in, and 3 different moms grabbed their kids out of the water. That's right it emptied out from maybe 10 kids to none in like 3 minutes, and as one kid was crying at his mom that he still wanted to swim she looked at me and said you can't go swimming with that nigger.

Although I obviously do remember the incident I can’t say it left a scar on me or anything. I told my mom what happened. This lady was one of thousands of warriors in the battle for civil rights. She did multiple sit-ins and took several arrests, so she was well trained. She changed into her suit and took me back to the pool and we played in the pool until the sun went down. None of the other kids came back to the pool but I don’t remember caring.

Well five days in the back seat of a 1970 Camaro didn’t turn out to be exactly the most fun thing in the world. In order to calm the- are we there yets? my pop hyped a trip to Disneyland to the point I was afraid to even move in the back seat of the car. After we got to Pasadena we settled into a motel and after two weeks that seemed like four months Disney day came. My parents woke me woke up bright and early on a Saturday and we headed for Anaheim. Jim’s family had come west 4 months earlier to scout a house big enough to hold two sets of parents and four kids, and they were there as well, so my brother Brian and I were going to have a funky good time. We got there right when the park opened and went to the Oscar Meyer pavilion for breakfast. Ten minutes later I erupted in a blinding fever. To this day it is the sickest I think I’ve ever been. They took me to the infirmary where I went to sleep. When I woke up the park was closing. All I got to see was Mickey waving goodbye and all I got was a picture with him and a whole pack of unused E tickets.

My Momma Sherry is Jim’s wife and her brother is Uncle John. Uncle John heard this tale and a couple of weeks later as I really was knocked out for days my uncle John showed up at the door at the crack of dawn with Brian in tow. We jumped in his 69 Beetle and he took us to Disneyland. We had so much fun at Disneyland I thought they would throw us out.

My four parents eventually found a house that would hold us and after a few months in the motel we moved in together like a regular hippie commune. We stayed like that for 6 years until Jim and Sherry divorced, but our family didn’t end in divorce. Although our house split up our family did not. I got a new Momma Betsy from Jim a new Poppa Ron from Sherry. When my own parents split up a few years after that I got another set of fantastic parents. All us kids have grown up to be happy and healthy and we’ve even raised some children ourselves.

There is a lot of talk going on about unity, and where the pro and amateur parts of America are. We haven’t even had a big speech on what it is to be a pro American like Barack did on race. It’s frustrating and when you see some of the reactions from Palin or McCain’s rallies it’s even scary. We know that there are some people who are just mean and hateful, but when the spotlight of our 24/7 media hits them it gives us the impression that there are more of them than there actually are. That races and religions can’t live together. I guess that’s what motivated me to write this.



This is my American album.




I don’t see America as what happened to me in Oklahoma City. I see America as my Uncle John taking (Im the guy in front Uncle John is right behind me) me to Disneyland. My America has a White man moving his family together with that of a Black one and growing together. My family contains White people, Black people, Jews, Asians, Christians and Muslims. If I left anyone out I have a sister Laura who is looking for a good man. We are the real America and I just believe that there are a thousand times more of us than there are of them.

Namaste friends!