My Parents Were Really Strict About Me

In The 2000s, I Became An Artist. I Started Preserving And Educating. I Became More Obsessed With Making Ipod Playlists For People.

I Never Want To Get To That Level Of Poverty Where Taking A Bath Has To Be A Hot-pot Experience.

I Want To Be As Healthy As I Can Be So I Can Make It Past 50; Make It Past 60 And Make It Past 70.

I'm A 24-hour Tweet Machine, I'm A 24-hour Blogger. When There's No Pressure On Me, I Can Talk And Write And Lecture With The Best Of Them. But Put A Deadline On Me And I Start Getting Writer's Block.

What I'm Slowly Realizing Is That I Believe That Most Of Us Felt That We Could Relax A Little Bit After November 2, 2008, Because Of The Progress And The Spirit That It Took To Get Barack Obama In The White House. And What We Didn't Realize, Is That Was Really The Beginning. That Was Really The Beginning Of The Struggle And Not The End Of A Struggle, To Come From Colonial Times Through Slavery, Through The Jim Crowe Laws, Through The Civil Rights Period To The White House As, Like A Point A/point B Journey. Point B Of Course Being The End.