Ebony Eyes: The Return

Apologies for the hiatus. I had to get myself right. The regular posting will return..please believe that.

"I lost my religion and I don't apologize" - Mouthpiece

- Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes: 2010 Edition Vol.2

Apologies on the wait...I've been getting right.




" Black.....Maybe..." - Common feat. Bilal

- Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes: 2010 vol. 1

We didn't go nowhere.





"If you're insecure poor, you'll be insecure rich..." - Flame

Ebony Eyes Weekly Wrap-Up Vol. 6

Long overdue. The workload is peaking, stress is at a maximum, and it is brick outside. Its just getting started...




"All black everything" - Sean Carter

- Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes Weekly Wrap-Up Vol. 4

Here we go again.




"The talented tenth" - W.E.B. DuBois

- Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes Weekly Wrap Up Vol. 3

Apologies for the lapse in postings...I had to get some things in order..



- Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes: Weekly Wrap Up: Vol.2

As promised...





" I just wanna take care of my family, got no respect for you if you not trying to do the right thing" - Jagged Edge

Rosary Beads

haha..you must have forgot. I do this blog thing.

Jet-lag is finally wearing off. I have finished unpacking. Gifts are being mailed to the appropriate relatives and friends. In short, I am home. Happy, satisfied, and actually rather displaced. You see, London, was fabulous for me. It was not even the sight seeing, meeting new people, the food, etc. I needed to leave NH to remember how big the world is. Too often we get caught up thinking that one city has it all. I have met people who have never left the borough of Brooklyn. When I inquired why, they simply replied, "For what reason? Everything I want is right here." Small mind small world. But allow me to step off my soap box. I went to LONDON. The city with the double decker buses, people with funny accents, and more West Indians than you can throw a bowl of saltfish at. It was 8 days to remember.

Day 1:
Well, after a 6 hour trans-atlantic flight into Heathrow, which included but was not limited too: a screaming infant, a very rude flight attendent with a cockney accent, and an entire pack of flavor blasted goldfish, I touched down. Gbolawoyi and his dear uncle gave me a tour of the city, to which I ooohed and awwed, fighting the drowsiness as best I could. We got to the flat, I said hello to Mr. Ajayi Sr., and attached myself to a bed. I' m sure you can imagine the rest.









Day 2:
These stupid little plugs to my left. Today, was in essence, learning how to walk on the other side of the road. I'm all for different things, I love new environments, but wow was I out of my element. We went to train station, and Gbola gave me an Oyster card, and explained, (in great detail to his credit) how one navigates the Underground and the bus system in Metro London. I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much (c) Lil' Wayne... Everything was moving so fast, I was looking on the wrong side of the road, and almost got hit by many a Benzo. Fortunately, they recognize a foreigner when they see one. You know the look, the confused stare, oversized backpack, glazed eyes darting back and forth, constant fiddling with a map, awkward pacing like they want to ask you a question but don't, really forcing the issue of appearing comfortable... I was that guy.

Day 3:

We really hit the ground running today. My, oh my. A brief side note before I continue:

I figured out why adjusting is so difficult.You see, someone can come to America, not knowing a soul, and quite possibly walk into a big city, and find a bistro, or outdoor shop, where there native language is quite possibly spoken. The same can be said for other great cities around the world. But somewhere, ingrained inside of my cultural identity, is this idea, that, wherever I go, there will be something to remind me of home. It could candy, an advertisement, a gum wrapper, but I discovered this weird longing to be reminded that I was not far from home. FALSE. Even the Skittles tasted different.

more to come soonish...


-Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes: Wildlife Edition

Many people like to assume thing when they hear I am from New Hampshire. "Do you know what Ihop is?" " Are there..well..you know.. black people?"...so on and so forth. This video will answer none of those questions, and will most likely leave you thinking that I run a zoo or have nothing but time on my hands. The latter is true.




" I give you dominion over all things..." - God

- Mr. Jackson

Simpson Afterdark Chronicles: James Brown vs. Team Scopa

Josh Herrera.
The Godfather of Soul.
1st Floor of Simpson House.

Enjoy it immensely.




Get up ahhhh....



- Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes Vol. 7 - Frying eggs in the shade

Location: Turkey Pond River Watershed
Unwilling Participants: Myself and Big Lube
Task(s): Record salinity, toxicity, paddle until our arms fell off, get ABAPed...etc

We made it work though...



"I'm about coming from nothing and becoming something..." - Killer Mike

- Mr. Jackson

Before Graduation

The Line-Up...


*look at how dapper Mr. Ajayi is....



- Mr. Jackson

Ebony Eyes: Priceless Moments Vol. 1

There are times in life..moments..that take our breath away. There are those which make us want to go back and time and take the breath out of our mouths so we would not be able to make those moments possible, as well. Some are just down right hilarious, and need to be archived and stored so future generations can share in the merriment. The newest edition to the Ebony Eyes themes, will be a collection of such pieces life, aptly titled Priceless Moments. These will be a short montage of quotations from people I know, but what they say is only as important as how they say it. Sometimes. There will be humor, serious content, and everything in between, I hope. So without further ado, the man on my left is Nick..and this is our moment.






- Mr. Jackson

Shine Sessions Vol 2 : Anchorman

For every team, no matter what the sport, there is always that intangible player. Maybe its that 6'8 power forward who can explode on any given night for 30 and 20; that mid-fielder on the pitch who, when he touches the ball, makes the ball seem like it is attached to his feet and makes Joga bonita into a lifestyle; The running back who uses just the right amount of finesse to squeeze through that tiny gap of sunlight between the defensive line man and the outside lineback, but tempers his attack with the strenth to shrug off the strong safety on his way to the goal line. Kieran Lee Lewis is one such individual. He gets credit for his work his work outside of the athletic field, as an SAO and a Prefect, but what he can do with his feet, has never gone unnoticed.
Simply stated, the boy is lightning. Not quick, not speedy, not fast, but he is a force of nature when he touches the track. (It can aptly be renamed "the tarmac", because he takes off, when he starts, and he flies when he is running...you get the drift). But despite all his athletic prowess, he remains humble, and his sense of humor is a constant source of joy for all his friends. So..ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present to you Kieran Lee Lewis. His body of work is as impressive as his hair. ooh...and he plays soccer. Well. Soon to be tearing up a NESCAC soccer pitch ( or track) near you. Get Familiar with the hair.


Kieran at play




Kieran at the office



- Mr. Jackson

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Effort x Heart

No explanation necessary.




We are all on a journey to a particular path...


- Mr. Jackson

Afterdark Simpson House Chronicles: Part III

Enjoy...




En Absentia from from Video Credits:

Josh Herrera as J-Springs

William Scopa as Mr. America


El amor conquista todo

- Mr. Jackson

After Dark: Simpson House Chronicles vol. 1

Disclaimer:

As I begin to step up my documentary game and video editing acumen, I will be experimenting with various techniques. Grow with me.




Matokeo ya Utafutaji kwY


- Nola's youngest