Dear Autumn,
I have missed you more in the past 12 months; it's a great feeling to know that my birthday begins the Autumn cycle of the year. A lot of people look at Autumn as when things begin to die; I look at it as when things begin to evolve. Leaves begin to turn and evolve, crops begin to harvest and evolve, and people begin to turn and evolve. When someone changes for the better (or even worse) this time of year, remember that it's your time for your metamorphosis as well. I love this change of season from Summer to Autumn more than anytime other time of year because it's the time of the year when you tidy up any bullshit that you have going on in your life. I learned a lot during this month's Mercury Retrograde. It brought be back down to the essential Kevin Robinson; not that brooding, over-bearing stress-laden man so consumed with his work that he forgot about himself. My own personal solace is way more important to me than anything else. I put my working out and my own sanity aside for so long to work on building other people's careers. I am happy to say that that guy has left the building (...such a corny cliche).
Autumn, no matter what they say, you are gorgeous, introspective and my favorite to me. Welcome back.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Morning Mouthpiece (Episode 1)
I just started a different type of podcast to my repertoire more or less on the interactions between men and women. Welcome to the first installment of the "Morning Mouthpiece."
Monday, August 22, 2011
3rd PR Radio (Episode 10)
In this episode, the topic is "Social Media Replacing Social Life."
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Friday, August 19, 2011
Seeing Another Day
Just waking up. The dullness of a Los Angeles 7AM morning creeping through my blinds. Inertia wrestles with me. My eyes heavy; my thirst for water, energy, and ambition awakes. God, I'm thankful to see another beautiful day that You have made.
I wanted to get back in the habit of writing as much as possible. Even if it's just a few sentences. This is an exercise that I used to do everyday while I was in college. I'd sit at my desk in my apartment with my music playing and write whatever came to my mind. I had let my work get in the way of what I really am passionate about, my writing. I definitely need to go pick up another spiral notebook. I've always liked to write in a notebook more than type at a computer. I always wrote my best when I was at my worst. I'd like to go back to reading particular poems, manifestos, etc when I was going through a tough time and see how wild my penmanship would be. Yes...I know. I am strange. So what.
Today. I've finished all of the publicity work that I had planned for the rest of the week. On this great Friday, I will sit here on my balcony and enjoy the day. No more putting work before my own serenity and happiness. I did not realize that I had become exactly what I said I would not become in college, a workaholic. I guess you can say that this month's Mercury Retrograde has opened my eyes up to how dependent I have become of my cell phone, laptop, business, etc. In college, I used to talk about how I'd never let my work consume me, but when you know a business, you have no choice but to become a part of your work. But, somewhere down the line (especially in the last year since my business has tripled), I lost the one thing that kept me afloat for some long, my writing. But...I am back.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Aggressive Behavior (Podcast)
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Fake Empire
When I first started this blog in November of 2006, it was introduced to me by my friend, Kameelah that I should have an outlet that can be read for the public. I remember back then (now, almost 5 years ago) when most people had no idea what a blog was. The initial reason why I began writing on my blog was to have a place to express myself in a way for my readership to understand me and see that writing really is a passion of mine. Now, when most people think of a blog, they initially think of a gossip site or a music site. On the gossip blogs, people like Nicole Bitchie and Perez Hilton are literally taken seriously as "social media moguls" because they gossip about other people's lives. In essence, these new gossip bloggers are no different from that Globe and National Inquirer magazine that you used to see at the checkout counter of your local grocery store.
Then, on the other spectrum of blogging, you have those that call themselves "journalists or writers" because they simply post music videos and songs and put their opinions on the content. From what I understood when I was studying my Journalism minor in college was that a journalist was a researcher and a explorer of finding new information that they had a passion for writing about. You actually had to intern and study to be considered a journalist. You actually had to write for a publication; now, bloggers hold more weight in most people's eyes than actually truly talented journalists. Any douche-bag or groupie (male or female) with a blog can post music and slate themselves as a "writer" when in all actuality they are NOT a writer. They are a fan with a website!
It's become to easy for people to moniker themselves titles now due to the overload of social media. Any club-going groupie can now say she's a "publicist" when all she does is go out every night looking for a rich basketball player as an insurance policy to her whore-ish lifestyle. Putting "PR" next to your name on Twitter, and having a blog or Tumblr page as your "business page" does NOT make you a publicist. It merely makes you a groupie starving for attention.
Having a Instragram account where you take pictures on your cell phone does NOT make you a "photographer."
Putting up shitty high-school film class-esque videos of your friends rapping in front of your Mom's house does NOT make you a "film maker."
...and posting your opinion on a website does NOT make you a "journalist or writer."
Titles are meant to be given to you by others; they are not meant for you to define yourself as. Calling yourself a "mogul, socialite, or a taste maker" on your Twitter or Facebook account because you have a blog and a few club photos is truly absurd. I remember when I was writing for free for local newspapers (San Francisco Chronicle) and websites (Hip Hop Remix - which isn't around anymore), I didn't call myself a "staff writer." I was a freelance writer and just like any other thing in life, you must start mopping the floors before you can own the building. It's sad to see that most people have no sense of hard work or ambition, and it definitely shows within this "Social Media is my Social Life" generation which I like to call the "Crack Baby Era" (which is most people that are socially detached from reality). We are in a period of time where people don't have emotions; they type smiley and sad faces. We are in a period of time where people are so entrapped in their cell phones that they don't look both ways before they cross the street. We are in a period of time where people would rather text, email, Tweet, IM, etc (whatever the fuck) their problems with another human being rather than call them and speak to them to their face.
You know it's sad when real actual photographers, journalists, film makers, etc. are not taken in the same high regard as self-proclaimed internet celebrities. We are the delusional and heavily medicated. We are "...half awake in a fake empire." (a lyric from "Fake Empire by The National).
Then, on the other spectrum of blogging, you have those that call themselves "journalists or writers" because they simply post music videos and songs and put their opinions on the content. From what I understood when I was studying my Journalism minor in college was that a journalist was a researcher and a explorer of finding new information that they had a passion for writing about. You actually had to intern and study to be considered a journalist. You actually had to write for a publication; now, bloggers hold more weight in most people's eyes than actually truly talented journalists. Any douche-bag or groupie (male or female) with a blog can post music and slate themselves as a "writer" when in all actuality they are NOT a writer. They are a fan with a website!
It's become to easy for people to moniker themselves titles now due to the overload of social media. Any club-going groupie can now say she's a "publicist" when all she does is go out every night looking for a rich basketball player as an insurance policy to her whore-ish lifestyle. Putting "PR" next to your name on Twitter, and having a blog or Tumblr page as your "business page" does NOT make you a publicist. It merely makes you a groupie starving for attention.
Having a Instragram account where you take pictures on your cell phone does NOT make you a "photographer."
Putting up shitty high-school film class-esque videos of your friends rapping in front of your Mom's house does NOT make you a "film maker."
...and posting your opinion on a website does NOT make you a "journalist or writer."
Titles are meant to be given to you by others; they are not meant for you to define yourself as. Calling yourself a "mogul, socialite, or a taste maker" on your Twitter or Facebook account because you have a blog and a few club photos is truly absurd. I remember when I was writing for free for local newspapers (San Francisco Chronicle) and websites (Hip Hop Remix - which isn't around anymore), I didn't call myself a "staff writer." I was a freelance writer and just like any other thing in life, you must start mopping the floors before you can own the building. It's sad to see that most people have no sense of hard work or ambition, and it definitely shows within this "Social Media is my Social Life" generation which I like to call the "Crack Baby Era" (which is most people that are socially detached from reality). We are in a period of time where people don't have emotions; they type smiley and sad faces. We are in a period of time where people are so entrapped in their cell phones that they don't look both ways before they cross the street. We are in a period of time where people would rather text, email, Tweet, IM, etc (whatever the fuck) their problems with another human being rather than call them and speak to them to their face.
You know it's sad when real actual photographers, journalists, film makers, etc. are not taken in the same high regard as self-proclaimed internet celebrities. We are the delusional and heavily medicated. We are "...half awake in a fake empire." (a lyric from "Fake Empire by The National).
Monday, August 8, 2011
3rd PR Radio (Episode 9)
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Website: www.uncovered3rd.com
Twitter: @uNCovered3rdPr
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