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Southern rap is not cool. Sorry, it's not. The lifestyle, the beats, the teeth and most importantly the fact that their songs are usually about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING drives home that fact.
That being said artist like Gucci Mane and Soulja Boy have impacted communities, black and white, in the most Parasitic and destructive way.
Southern rappers have taken the potential positive influence of music and used it to tell their followers to get their cars painted the color of Cotton Candy, fill their mouth with metal so they can never pass a metal detector silently, and scream out inaudible cacophonies to let people know they are present and ignorant (e.g. "aayyuuppp" and "hheeennggg").
I turned on the television today and ended up watching a random music station in the 200's on Fios. One of the videos on was of this thug looking rapper from the south that sounded kinda dope (for a southern rapper). Not because of somewhat appeasing beat, or his decent flow, but because of his content. He was talking about positive things: kids becoming better people, not selling drugs, helping the community and how he found himself through Jesus, all without sounding preachy. I was amazed.
Pressing the info button on the remote I realized I was watching the Christian Gospel Channel (I was upset at myself for a second for that mishap) and a rapper named F 1 Diamond, aka "The Pastor of the Trap." HA!
He was actually worth listening to, he had a mainstream sound with quality content. I'm not into the whole extra "praise Jesus" rap and r&b, but his approach to the song kept me from automatically cringing and wanting to change the channel (I eventually did). I even enjoyed it.
I hope, although unlikely, he gets the chance to enter the mainstream. F 1 probably will have to curtail his rhetoric a little to mainstream views, but I feel that he is one of the few Southern Rappers out their that can, and is having a positive impact on people everywhere.
Buju Banton, the famous Rastafarian singer/Dj, has recently been charged and arrested under the allegation of attempting to purchase 5 kilos of cocaine with the intent to distribute. Many know Buju as one of the leading artist in the conscious rasta movement, in which Buju himself strongly spoke out against the usage of cocaine, understanding the negative effects it has had on his home country of Jamaica.
I am sorry to hear something like this, especially from an artist of this stature. Buju has been an idol and role model to my self and many other Jamaicans, because of his ideology of peace, love, unity and the upliftment of black people everywhere.
click here for the AP article.
I've been trying to get girls to "shake my weight" for years.
This invention will revolutionize hand jobs for decades to come. Literally & figuratively.
It's safe to say life sucks. I mean, life never really goes the way we want it to. If I had what I wanted, I'd be the greatest footballer (soccer for you yankees) to ever live, I would be the greatest writer to have ever seen a pen (I'm slowly working on it) and I'd have a hot girlfriend who holds the world record for holding her breath, while multitasking.
We all have dreams right? And we all want the best of the best, either for our own needs, or for validation by our peers.
So why is it so difficult to attain those dreams?
Is it fate, competition, or is it our bad habit as humans to quit our goals early and become overly comfortable once we've seen a little of the riches our dreams may bring, along our journey?
The greatest artist, athletes and icons are the ones who shape what we consider success, right? And it seems most of them have something in common.
They don't know when to quit!
Michelangelo rarely felt his work was ever finished, Howard Hughes spent years editing, and millions of dollars producing his movie Hell's Angels- he never felt it was to his quality. Even Donald Trump is a voracious consumer of property, all in his quest to be the most prominent land owner in the universe. Unless Richard Branson gets there first.
These men, and those like them, seem to be the most successful people in the world, in the most lasting way. The all want perfection and they do it by incorporating their unquenchable attitudes into every aspect of their life.
So don't blame Tiger for his insatiable desire to fill every hole he sees. He's just trying to be the best. On and off the course
And Gatorade only sponsors the best my friends. So ask yourself, Is it in you?
Wow! I'm gonna keep my mouth shut from now on.
I just overheard four people having the most serious conversation about Jay-Z being the Antichrist. One gentleman, claiming to a producer who worked with Jay (aka the Devil incarnate), was preaching as fervently as possibly to make his point that Jay is in fact a masonic priest and that Oprah has put him (Jay-z) here to re-enslave the black race.
While ease dropping, the convo became so serious and semi-persuasive that I almost went to Walgreens to purchase the Black Album to see what happened if I played the tracks backwards chanting "The Roc is here"... Almost. It's 2009 I would never actually purchase a cd.
In actuality the conversation really made me realize how dumb we are. And I do mean we! Think about how many times you get caught up in a conversation with your friends and start preaching yours or Bon Jovi's personal philosophy, treating it like gold. How many times have you heard someone give you their "Keys to life," knowing these keys couldn't open the door to a 24 hour 7-11 (I always wondered why they had locks)?
All I'm saying is that sometimes it's best to just, shut the fuck up and stop worrying about other people. If you think Jay-Z is the Antichrist the next time you're in Best Buy ask for Kenny Rogers Christian Christmas album instead. I'm sure you'll realize how demonic his music can be... On your ears.
By the way this is the video that these imbeciles were citing when coming up with their arguments: The Jay-Z Deception
Silly Nigga, Tricks are for white folks who can afford cereal, get a job.
Have you ever seen a sunset at dawn?
That is not me.
I am nothing spectacular,
only because I am still alive.
A writer from Jersey with roots in Jamaica
and aspirations of Brooklyn,
so I try to get high off of the music
of my words, found on the streets with the people.
A Poet by reincarnation,
Copywriter by day,
I love to write, but will never proof read,
as reading will never prove anything.
A believer in action.
Words are fuel to move bodies,
sometimes used,
but more often wasted.
A dreamer of day,
forget-or of tomorrow,
where my words are still in the belly of the earth.
Therefore I choose not to speak.
When you see this man
walking down a familiar corridor of your greatest fears.
Do not stop him.
Do not warn him of the possible
Misfortune that he could derive,
or the heartache one gets from
failing to take a chance at life’s thrills.
Do not bother him.
Keep your thoughts to your self.
Manifest what you will,
But keep your thoughts to yourself.
This man, if that.
Is a warrior.
An evolved Petri dish
Of consciousness.
Two parts brave
One part confident,
He believes in no man.
Breaks for no one and
Keeps his distance as the
The onslaught approaches.
What you call good or bad luck
He calls
The reason for living
He is a being that can exhale
buildings of gold
at drop of something
not yet visible.
Have you ever seen the
the sky bleed red When
Clouded thoughts are
pierced with the conviction
of ones words?
His actions speak louder than
syllables of a def mans hands,
and his tongue, drips with
The Resurrection
Of an IV
His secret, however,
is that he can not see.
Following this path using
The vibrations of his destiny
He believes in no man,
Breaks for no one
And keeps his distance
As the onslaught approaches
He is the fire that lights the
Moon.
On those nights where
The tide is too high to
Save ones-self amongst the
Rigid rocks.
He will never lay timid
Like a stoner
In fact, he stands firm
On mountains
Like boulders.
grounded from
Those why try to quake him,
You, cannot shake him
He is the epicenter of your consciousness
That feeling of balance a ballerina
Gets when nailing her first pirouette.
Beyond your understanding
Like the frequency of God in a radio
Not yet equipped to play
Real music.
He is HD radio.
Heavens Definition ;
Waiting for you to listen between the stations
Where a barely audible white noise plays
the most melodic tunes of
self awareness
Tune out your self importance
Fortify your will and
Open the doors to your
Inner warrior
Believe in no man
Break for no one
And keep your distance
As the onslaught approaches
In the end.
you will thank him
Exalte your exuberance for how lucky you are to be in his presence,
where he reminds you that you are not a body with a spirit, but a spirit with a body.
Something that you forgot.
the day you stopped believing in your self.
The other day I was reading the book Predictably Irrational while on the train. The chapter was about the individuals inability to evaluate things in absolute terms when faced with an immediate decision.
No sooner than I exited the train on 14th street did I find myself falling victim to this irrationality. Some may know this, but as you exit the Path on 14th there is a pretty large Urban Outfitters store. Known for its sales and large variety, I normally find myself shopping here when I’m in the area. The shoe section always has the best sales, primarily because they sell the shoes loose and you have to find matching pairs amongst the hale storm of rummaged solo footwear.
I noticed a pair I liked; well actually I noticed “a shoe” that I liked with no price tag. While searching for the matching pair I noticed a pair of the same shoe in a different color I did not like. At 29.99 I thought the shoe was a steal and if I found the matching pair for the shoe I had in my hand I would purchase it immediately (the regular price for this shoe was $69.99).
After five minutes of playing “Where’s Waldo” with my shoe in question, I gave up and ask a worker for assistance, who in less than 30 seconds pulled my matching shoe out the pile. In my personal angst about my lack of shoe finding skills, I went to the cashier to purchase my shoes.
Once I reached the cashier, I decided out of some weird internal impetus, to ask the price of the shoe (I had already assumed that since the other color of the same shoe was $29.99, this one should be the same.). The cashier informed me that the shoe was $39.99 a full $10 dollars more than what I originally thought.
If I had thought about this situation objectively I would have purchased the shoe immediately, I was still getting the shoe at a $30 discount. But because the same exact shoe of a different color was only $29.99 I felt that it was not worth purchasing the original shoe I desired.
As I walked out the store I literally smacked myself in the head, realizing that I fell victim to this principle of irrational thinking.
I still didn’t go back to purchase the shoe.
Women, I think, use this principle the best. They use validation for everything, from statements like," honey does this make my but look big" to uneasy stares looking for affirmation from her peers about how she thinks Spencer from the Hills is hot. I rarely if ever have seen a women making solitary decision (not saying that it hasn't happened).
Now that I am aware of this I have been noticing some pretty startling things when it comes to how women validate men. Some may be obvious, but I still think it is info (for men) worth knowing:
- Women need to know that you are good looking- meaning that other women need to tell her that you are good looking. You could be the prettiest man in the world and hung like christmas lights. If the girl you are interested in has friends that don't think you look good, don't even bother trying to talk to her.
- You are only as good looking as the girl you are already with- meaning you are sometimes evaluated based on the types of girls you hang out with. As a caveat to that, men will find that they get more attention from random -and not so random- females when they have a girlfriend than when they are single. Why? Because the man is now being validated by the girl he is with. If the girlfriend is good looking, the man will most likely draw the attention of other good looking girls, even if he looks like sloth from the Goonies.
- If no one is there to validate you, you have 30 seconds to state your case- If a female is attracted to you and there is no one there to evaluate her decision, she will entertain your queries for 30 seconds, tops, with extensions as the conversation builds. Hope and pray the you says the right things. Leaning on your Ferrari as you're speaking to her would help as well.
- Make sure you are her daddy, or nothing like him- If her daddy was a great man (validation) and you remind her of that, as a man you are her representative of security. And I think women love security more than they love money. If daddy was a dead beat and you remind her of him, you may get some initial play, but eventually she'll sniff you out and your out of there.
I am putting these finding to the test now. I hope It turns out well. I hope I don't get more than three drinks thrown in my face this week if my findings are incorrect and I hope this is helpful to someone.
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Black women are notoriously known for the importance of how their hair looks. Whether it be Shaniqua refusing sex from from her partner because she, "doesn't want to sweat out her perm" or just the overall daily maintenance a black women puts into her well loved locks. Which at times can be comparable to the maintenance of a car, oil and all.
A lesser known fact, however, is that black men are equally as anal about their hair as black women. Some people think that cutting a black man's hair must be the easiest thing in the world (turn on the blade and shave)? No! The Caesar (Our cut of choice) is by far the most frightening thing a barber has to deal with in his life.
I know what some of you may be thinking, " dude it cant be that hard" but I will explain. The key to a quality Caesar is in the Shape Up. The perfectly proportioned lines that give definition to our presence and provide the "swag" that you here so much about on BET.
There is a natural law to those shape ups: "You are only allowed one bad shape up before you look like a walking advertisement for Mcdonalds". For other races, any time you get bad haircut you may be be able to recover after two weeks or so, but for the Black American as well as the Latino you are only allotted three barber fuck ups in your life time. Once you go over you are stuck looking like a child with ring worm that never went away. Ever notice that black people don't just go to any barber?
Pay attention to all the black people you see walking around completely bald and then you realize the magnitude of this rule.
NO ONE is born a person of power, success or whatever the heart desires. Just the same as a person is not born average or lazy. One always earns what he is given. The hard way. Always!
(this was an excersise where I had to formulate my theme and write for 60 seconds and whatever came out, came out. Nothing was edited- i may fix it later. I think i did well for just throwing words on a page for 60 seconds)
I ran for miles into the darkness of my future last night
Breathed deeply as internal walls exhaled doubt into my resolve
Kept time with alternating footsteps
That sounded like banging on a familiar door
Only the pavement could feel the pain of broken dreams
and missed opportunity
like an army commander bringing a folded flag to the door of a soldiers father
18 years too late to give him a hug
How much longer can I run?
My dreams are only the only thing that can keep pace
But when the mind dreams
the body sleeps
and dreams aren’t real if they come true
so how do I think, and be
or do, and see
All that I set out to do before I reach my dream?
I can’t focus on the end when my internal clock keeps track
The ticks and tocks
that can make a man go coo coo,
Puffs my ego as a self defense mechanism
From what I fear the most.
What if I am running for no reason?
Out running my piers time and time again
Only to remember that this track is circular
And circles don’t end.
Time doesn’t end
So what should I run towards?
On the other side of that finish line the race starts again
Only to be run by others as hungry as I was before
10 minutes before I tasted my breakfast of champions
I run now just to run
never paying attention to those beside me
Never worrying about the darkness in front of me.
Even in my sleep my legs move to my dreams
Knowing that in time I will reach the finish line
Only to start the race over again.
Breathed deeply as internal walls exhaled doubt into my resolve
Kept time with alternating footsteps
That sounded like banging on a familiar door
Only the pavement could feel the pain of broken dreams
and missed opportunity
like an army commander bringing a folded flag to the door of a soldiers father
18 years too late to give him a hug
How much longer can I run?
My dreams are only the only thing that can keep pace
But when the mind dreams
the body sleeps
and dreams aren’t real if they come true
so how do I think, and be
or do, and see
All that I set out to do before I reach my dream?
I can’t focus on the end when my internal clock keeps track
The ticks and tocks
that can make a man go coo coo,
Puffs my ego as a self defense mechanism
From what I fear the most.
What if I am running for no reason?
Out running my piers time and time again
Only to remember that this track is circular
And circles don’t end.
Time doesn’t end
So what should I run towards?
On the other side of that finish line the race starts again
Only to be run by others as hungry as I was before
10 minutes before I tasted my breakfast of champions
I run now just to run
never paying attention to those beside me
Never worrying about the darkness in front of me.
Even in my sleep my legs move to my dreams
Knowing that in time I will reach the finish line
Only to start the race over again.
Women
The reason for my success
I am a total failure
Wishing for life’s best
Only Venus could be my savior
A crying child in my chest
Beaten for bad behavior
My mother graded the original test
All my life's teachers now look so familiar
So they put me on Youtube, but WMG blocked the sound. LOVELY
Archimedes once said, "give me means of support and I shall raise the world"
This great philosopher believed that a women is representative of nature and man represents the seed in which one implants into nature to create life. His statement simply means that, a man cannot create without the mind of a women and that the right women and man can create the harmony only God would approve of. So what has happened to todays couple? Where is the unison of mind, body and spirit between the masculine and the feminine traits?
It seems that today people are only concerned with there own endeavors. Society has lead us to think that survival of the fittest means forgetting that we still depend on each other to thrive. Just as the earth needs the seed in order for a tree to grow, so does a man need a women (interdependently). I see women that create fantasies in there heads of an ideal ("perfect") man, unable to focus on the real (more substantial) men that lay in front of them. I also see men that abuse women in a way that goes beyond the physical and emotional, in order to bolster their own ego by taking advantage of a womens divine nature.
I am working on a bigger piece on this topic, but I would like to end with this statement so that an opinion can be formed. Tell me what you think.
A women should prove herself to a man as much as she asks him to prove himself to her. We live in an egalitarian society; no women should demand the life and trust of a man if she does not deserve it. The same goes for a man
In order to be a powerful presence in our society you must wear pants that don’t fit.
It’s seems that most of the greatest entertainers, politicians and biggest icons always wore garments that just quite never covered their entire body. Even Gandhi wore robes that looked like they belonged to a 13 year old girl. If you’re wondering why; the answer is simple.
It’s a matter of image
These men wanted to portray the image of being bigger than life. And what better way to seem like a giant than wear clothes that are significantly smaller than your actual size. This is also the reason why the Hulk seemed so scary; when he busted out of his clothes we were amazed at the shear strength. We never realized that the clothes he was wearing was already 5 sizes too small, making it that much easier for him to flex out of his toddler size cotton tang top.
Start paying attention to some of the more important people in the world like, presidents, all religious missionaries, except the pope ( I’ll explain in another blog), or any musician or artist that has had money for more than 20 years and or is looking to venture into other facets of life. I Guarantee you, you will start to notice how high Obama’s pants really get when he sits down, now that you're aware.
I've been truly avoiding writing in this blog for some time now. With my hectic schedule and running around the city all day trying to understand certain things, I've yet to have time to sit down and be with my self. And I've been getting alot accomplish lately as well.
For one, I just graduated. I found this out not by the big ceremony I went to at the prudential center in Newark, but by a letter that Citi bank sent me saying (and I'm paraphrasing),
" Hey, we heard you graduated,well we hope you get a job soon, because your loans are going into their repayment period. If you know you know your not gonna get a job, please let us know so we can raise your interest rate exponentially and put you in debt for the next 3 life times. Thank you for banking with us"
FYI im going to grad school, so im gonna differ my loans for another two years, but i thought that that letter was classic.
BTW. I'll be back on my writing soon.
Copywriter or DIE
Q
It can be said that a man who knows what he wants in life has put him self on the road to discovery. I can believe that. Once you know what you want to do in life their should be nothing that stops you from exploring the vast reaches of your new found world. The trouble is (for me at least), what to do when you reach a fork in the road? What happens when traveling down your path you reach a point where you can go one of two ways. And you have no idea which one you think is better? How do you decipher which one is better if both options are viable for you, but not cooperative?
Why are there so many young unmarried mothers with toddlers running the streets nowadays? when I say young, I don't mean 24 or 25, I am talking about the 15 through 18 year old -still growing pubic hair in some cases- girls. I mean, I thought abortion was put there for these reasons. I know some people are against abortions, and for those who are against using an oreck xl to clean up human organisms, God created birth control and RU 486 (morning after pill).
Cruel and grotesque I know, but I just can't see the reason for there to be children with unfit mothers that can barely take care of themselves, and fathers that only care about the next female they are gonna get pregnant, because they have a limitless well of "fun juice."
I know what some of you are gonna say, "abortion is against the Christian/Muslim/or whatever laws." Well so is having sex out of wed lock. Being Christian can not be a good enough reason for keeping a child, especially if you're still getting money for lunch every morning from your mother.
Wait.... I should take a step back; what I am really trying to get at is not the fact that there are so many young girl with kids out there. It is the fact that the government really acts as if pro life/pro choice is a difficult debate. Children that are born out of wedlock to teen mothers, need not be concerned about a future, if they come from a rich family and have the financial means to support their education and surroundings. however, most of these children are being born in urban area, poverty stricken cities where teen birth cannot be prevented because:
1. abortion is not available
2. abortion is too expensive
3. use proper prophylactics are not taught
These girls are not ready too raise children and in most cases, they want too. These children usually end up being disruptive to society, because they didn't receive the proper nurturing when they were younger, primarily because their mothers and fathers (if around) were still nurturing themselves.
I do not wish to start a heated debate about this subject, I do understand the other side of the story, I'm just speaking from the unemotional aspect of things. A societal view, if you will. I myself was born from a young mother (she was 20), but unlike most mothers that I am seeing now, my mother was completely focused on raising me.
Some may say we shouldn't let these girls off the hook and allow them to get rid of responsibility so quickly, but i respond by saying, " just because your giving them responsibility does not mean they will actually BE RESPONSIBLE."
If you give up the booty, I'll let you grab the mast.
les-bion-est; your one of those girls who like other girls.
So here are some more results of the Popeyes fiasco. Pay attention to the people they chose to interiew.
Yesterday Popeyes had an amazing sale; 8 pieces of chicken for $4.99. Putting aside then my immediate pessimistic thoughts ( Thinking the chicken is probably ten years old, or something equally negative), I thought this was the greatest thing to happen in my life since figuring out the parental control password to the Internet at my house.
You can actually say that I like fried chicken, hell you can say that I would consider murdering the new born baby from the Children of Men for a two piece and a biscuit. But I have better sense then that. The people waiting on line at Popeyes yesterday, however, not so much.
I was hearing stories about how this one huge black guy, after waiting in line for one hour, reached the counter- money in hand - ready to take advantage of this wonderful deal had been instructed to turn around and exit the store because all the chicken had run out. Now, if was in this situation I would be mad. I would make a fuss and give disparaging remarks like,
" Are you sure the chicken is done? You know tomorrow the price is gonna go back up; you can't sell it on the street as if it were crack. You can become a famous rapper some other way. Ever consider being shot in the face? "
Rude and grotesque I know, but I would have left with my dignity after that. How did the 6-5, 350 lb line backer respond to such news? How any ginormous hungry ape would. He allegedly ransacked the store, hopped the counter and beat up the fry cook in the back. I know this sounds a little extreme, and I'm sure if this is true that guy is tasting more pig than chicken in his jail cell right now. But still!
Do black people love fried chicken that much? Unfortunately I believe so. Dave Chappelle said it best,
"Black people are genetically predisposed to liking chicken" there is nothing that can be done about it.
So, a word to Popeyes. Next time you decide to offer sales/marketing ploys involving your chicken, please be sure to only advertise in Wisconsin, North Dakota, South Dakota or any other state where you won't find people who are already in love with your product. The children will thank you.
Just finished watching a very good movie called Slum Dog Millionaire. A feel good film that reminds me of my childhood, minus the abject poverty. Overall Slum Dog was very entertaining and worth seeing twice.
The clincher for me was actress Freida Pinto (see above), an Indian actress/model considered to be the Angelina Jolie of India. Now, I'm not one to compare, or cast judgment on the "hotness rating" of females but. WHO THE HELL THINKS ANGELINA JOLIE EVEN COMPARES TO THIS GIRL? She kept me at least 55% erect the entire movie, and that includes frames she wasn't in. All I'm saying is that I go to an engineering school called NJIT aka "the New Jersey Indian Temple," and I've never seen any female that even remotely comes close to this girl, Indian or no Indian.
I am now resolved on becoming the greatest copywriter in the world, winning countless Clio's and Cannes lions just so I can cap off my life with a trophy like Freida Pinto. Mumbai here I come!
It's been over a month since my IPhone was either stolen or misplaced during my boondoggle in Hoboken. Ever since then I have not been the same. And aside from me waking up at three in the morning, in cold sweats, schmaltz-ed at the reminiscence of my long lost sidekick (and im not trying to make reference to that horrid T-mobile phone). I get constant reminders of how important the IPhone was to me and civilization
The best example I can give without crying, is when I failed my corporate finance midterm two weeks ago because I was unable to figure out how to input the complicated math formulas onto regular calculator. A problem that I never had when I owned an IPhone, because of the financial calculator app I purchased at the beginning of the semester.
How does my lost phone affect civilization? Simple. If I am destined for greatness - which most people agree with me that I am : ) - I can't have my life turned upside due to lack of proper equipment. Me without an IPhone is like King Arther without his sword, Duke Nukem without his kick ass shot gun and most rememberable catch phrase "bitchn."
Camelot can not be saved with a Samsung I607 (Black Jack). And the Zombies/Aliens will take over this planet to eat the brains of children everywhere, if I don't get my IPhone back.
So please whoever has my IPhone, PLEASE be kind enough to realize impact you can have on someones life by returning his one true love.
Hey guys, this is the second ad done for Isklar Norwegian Mineral Glacial Water. The concept is supposed to show that the experts at drinking water prefer Isklar Norwegian water over any others. There are two version; tell me which one you like better.
Mya is the only female to keep my attention throughout an entire music video (even if shes not in every frame).
I never really understood what a personal manifesto was; at one point and time I thought it referred solely to the Communist Manifesto. I also believed that any phrase containing the word "communist" was associated with the devil (gotta love 1930's propaganda). But now that I am a more educated, I realized that having a personal manifesto is essential for anyone who needs direction and or framework for attaining their life/career goals. It hit me when I saw Blogger and Creative Director Makinads speak about the "Blank Page Manifesto". The concept of this manifesto -according to contributor, Greg Christensen- is that a blank page is essential to the creative process and "to get good at anything. You have to start from the basics, in advertising that's called a great idea."
That idea really stuck with me. I interpreted Greg's statement as, "in order to develop your own manifesto you have to start on a clean page and dig into the basics, with the curiosity of a child. Your curiosity and mastery of the fundamentals will lead you into a new plateau of innovation and creativity.
With that in my head I am now focused on understanding the basics and not rushing my progress. I will periodically update my manifesto, adding concepts, ideas and basics that I feel needed for an aspiring copywriter.
Manifesto
- Don't be afraid to ask dumb question you don't know
Some people say you should never ask a dumb question. But if you don't know the answer you're the one who is going to remain ignorant. If you want to succeed in life you are going to have to ask questions that others may deem simple and infantile. So be it. Deal with the embarrassment and learn.
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