No Father Wants to be Laurence Fishburne Right Now

          Her name is Montana "Chippy-D" Fishburne.  You may recognize the last name.  In fact, she is the 19yr old daughter of one of my favorite actors of all time, Laurence Fishburne.  You've seen him in everything from Apocalypse Now, School Daze, The Color Purple, King of New York, and The Matrix, to What's Love Got To Do With It, and even in a solo production of Thurgood on Broadway in the Spring of 2008.  He of course has played many different roles, even a leading role alongside Angela Bassett in August Wilson's Fences, for which he won a Tony Award for Best Actor in 2006. We could ramble on for days about the roles this great actor has played.  But he now finds himself in a precarious situation, an unenviable role to say the least.
          Chippy D, "Othello's" daughter in the photo, has made her first career decision...and she made it publicly.  She has decided, with all of her conscious mind, and all her energy, creativity, resources and skills, to enter the very lucrative porn industry! She is quoted as having said that she was inspired by Kim Kardashian and the attention she received as a result of Kim's leaked sex tape.  For those who don't know, Kim Kardashian and singer Ray J made a sex tape and it leaked online in 2007, leading to a lawsuit ending in $5m settlement between Kardashian and Vivid Entertainment.  I personally cannot attest to the tape's value, or lack thereof, but since then Kim Kardashian has garnered a lot of attention and earned a lot of money.  This led Chippy D to say the following, "I've watched how successful Kim Kardashian became and I think a lot of it was due to the release of her sex tape by Vivid. I'm hoping the same magic will work for me. I'm impatient about getting well-known and having more opportunities and this seemed like a great way to get started on it."
          Some of you may have heard of a gentleman by the name of Brian Pumper. Me neither. Well, I recently saw a video of this gentleman talking about his porn business, how he goes about directing the videos and handling the women.  Apparently he will be the first man to unveil Chippy D to the porn industry!! He will in fact provide Chippy D, Laurence Fishburne's daughter, the paid opportunity to engage in sexual acts on video for the whole world to see. In the interview discussed above with Pumper and Chippy D, Chippy also says she believes she has the skills because she has had "plenty of at-home experience" and the camera loves her.
          Larry Fishburne must be fuming! This is every man's nightmare, or so I hear, once he has a daughter.  Well, one of his worst fears may be that the daughter might become a street prostitute on crack with no way back.  But it is all relative.  No father raises daughters to willingly have sex with every Tone, Vick and Larry before being able to legally drink alcohol.  A father has too much pride to be seen as the Dad of a daughter who has a Big Papa, especially not a Big Papa named "Pumper".
          This is telling to me not only because Larry's daughter has chosen the adult porn industry, but because she cited Kim Kardashian as her role model.  Chippy D says she is "too impatient about getting well known"?  I presume the whole going to acting school, landing commercial spots, cameos, etc was just too much work, time and effort with minimal and uncertain returns.  All I have to say is WOW!! I thought only hard up women in the hood or other economically impoverished area chose this lifestyle because there is no other viable way for quick money.  I mean, even Kim Kardashian is not happy her video came out because no man will marry her now! Right, Reggie?
          Fathers, I urge you to take care of your daughters.  Be there for them, teach them the value of their bodies, their lives.  There are so many dangers involved in the porn business, so many risks, and to do it all for immediate fame is scary. 
          Don't get me wrong. I'm all for "to each her own" and believe that people simply must pay the consequences of whatever actions they take.  But never did I think the day would come where a 19yr old daughter of a superstar Hollywood actor like Fishburne would first choose the porn industry* as a means to a celebrity end.

But what if Larry Fishburne is well aware of and supports his 19yr old's career goals?  Or maybe underneath there is a story to tell of neglect, and of Chippy D being able to roam free unsupervised as a teenager for months at times while daddy's away working?  Is Larry Fishburne going to denounce his daughter?
Will he dare to disown her like Alan Keyes treated his young adult daughter Maya in 2005 after his uneventful 2004 Presidential campaign when he learned Maya was a lesbian?  Maya no longer had a home.

Or will there be an intervention of sorts, where Fishburne works to save his 19yr old from such risky activity and direct her to Dr. Drew? She may need sex rehab. She could start her career there as opposed to starting and ending it through the porn industry. Is this a girl's cry for help or a woman taking control, like janet jackson? You decide.

*Please note I am not judging or disparaging the porn industry or any of its individual actors. It is legal. The industry rakes in $13b per year in the United States alone.  However, what too often comes along with the benefits are violence, disease, self/group disrespect and maybe death.

Who You Callin'...OBESE?? It's On!

There I was, relajandome on Copacabana beach in Rio de Janeiro circa March 2006.  A few law school friends and I decided to visit during our final semester.  We no doubt remain thankful for the opportunity and for having shared an experience of a lifetime in "La Cidade Maravilhosa" together.  Visiting Rio (and Sao Paolo in my case for 3 days solo) merits its own blog anyway, but that's not my purpose here.  This picture has a deeper significance for me.
          Within a week of taking this picture, I visit the school doctor for a regular check-up (it had been a good year since I had gotten a complete physical, w/blood examined, etc.).  During the exam, and without any sort of warning, the doctor informs me that based on the BMI (Body Mass Index) formula, I was in fact considered obese! Now, at this point in my life at 5'10" I weighed the heaviest ever at 238lbs (law school function staples were beer and pizza after all).  But in no way shape or form would anyone conclude that there is an obese black man smiling at us all in this photo.  Right?

          Except my doctor...who looked me in my eyes after analyzing some chart and said, "You are obese."  So, you know we had to have a discussion because I totally disagreed with his assessment, having seen obese people with my own eyes, plainly noticing a drastic difference in their BMI and mine.  But doctors know best in their field so I peppered him with questions to get to the bottom of it all.  My first question: "Excuse me sir, but I am curious about this BMI formula. To determine BMI, there must have been subjects used as standards, correct? Bottom line, I would like to know if black people (males in my case) were used as standards at all in any study?"  The doctor said no, and I learned also that Asian body types were not considered...only white male body types served as the basis for determining my BMI.  Also, muscle mass is not taken into consideration.  Go figure. I hope one day that my doctor friends could create a BMI for nonwhites or one that considers muscle mass, if something similar does not exist already.

          The Body Mass Index (BMI) is a measurement tool that compares your height to your weight and gives you an indication of whether you are overweight, underweight or at a healthy weight for your height.   A BMI of 30 or more is considered obese. Being obese increases your risk for serious conditions such as heart disease, diabetes, and high blood pressure.

BMI = (weight in pounds/height in inches x height in inches) x 703.

BMI Categories:

Underweight = <18.5

Normal weight = 18.5–24.9

Overweight = 25–29.9

Obesity = BMI of 30 or greater

          Yet and still, I had not seen a beachside photo of myself in awhile before this shot was taken.  After the judgment of obesity was levied, I gradually began to notice via this photo what I call "the inner-tube potential" developing.  Take a closer look.  I got gut, and one could see that gut expanding without an intervention of some sort.  Growing up, as athletically inclined as most long-term athletes, I always had a fear of becoming the chubby hubby, beer and remote in hand rubbing on his tummy with no motivation/energy.  It was on!
          So I ran. Lost twenty pounds that summer.  This photo represents the beginning of an awakening. Since then I cut out red meat, drink a lot of water no soda, no dairy, natural juice, only use almond milk only sweetener is agave, eat a lot of fruits/nuts/veggies and the gut is no more. In full disclosure, every now and then I indulge in some chocolate, some cookies and other sweets, while I never compromise on banning white sugar and dairy.  I have completed a few bootcamps (last one ended a week ago), ran a NYC half-marathon in '08, and suffered through many bikram yoga classes in 2010.  My arms are now much more defined.  Most importantly, I remain alert and energetic during the day (i do see zombies) and reject caffeine altogether.  As some rappers are known as "conscious rappers" I guess you can say I am a conscious walker, a conscious journeyman, and conscious of the fact that if we also focus on our health as a main priority, the rest will follow. I also urge all readers to have open and honest discussions with your doctors, doing research on your own and dedicating your life to personal change if need be. It is a great feeling to invest time in improving yourself and there is always room.  Here is an updated photo of yours truly taken in April 2011 while relaxing on the pristine Phi Phi Island in Thailand:

 
Stay active everybody!!  And Go hard!!

How I Came to Love Futbol, aka "soccer" in USA

(written during the Final game, Holland vs Spain for the championship - FIFA World Cup 7/11/2010 ---SPAIN WINS IN EXTRA TIME 1-0!!!!!!)

         In all honesty, I had absolutely nil interest in the game I used to call soccer before entering my first or second year at Wesleyan University.  As a kid the game was foreign to me and while it was offered at my private school, I never thought to learn anything about it.  You see, in this respect I was the typical American: ignorant and often consciously oblivious to all things un-American.  I spent the majority of my athletic years playing "respectable" sports like American football, basketball and track.  Soccer was not an interesting game to play, watch or discuss.  The only time a soccer ball was used in my neighborhood was to dunk it, if regulation size basketball was too big and tennis balls became too small.  
          So imagine my surprise when at Wesleyan I meet people from other countries for whom football serves as a source of inspiration, and even personal and national pride.  Watching Miriti Murungi (Kenya represent!) and William Wilson (Jamaican brother) and Gbenga (Ghana i believe or Nigerian) toy around with a soccer ball almost like Ronaldinho first sparked in me the sense of awe.  So naturally I would go to their games and enjoy every time they touched the ball. At that point, my knowledge of the game was weak, but I was slightly intrigued.  And I recall being somewhat engaged or at least watching Brazil win the '94 World Cup, which was held here in the United States. 
          Time passed and while I gained a certain respect for the impact the game had on people, I still had not totally immersed myself in it. I continued to be impressed, even in odd ways, with how this game impacts people off all cultures.  The '94 FIFA World Cup served as another source.  Not only did the impact Brazil's team had on the world captivate me, so did the story of Andres Escobar of Colombia. In Colombia vs US, he accidentally scored for the US, which ultimately led to his death back home.  People were dying over results of soccer games!!??  Really??!!  That alone piqued my interest in the game.  With this game came passion, heart, patriotism, and at times corruption.  Often the most powerful emotions I have ever witnessed were displayed while watching a football game.

          Fortunately, in 2001-2002 I had an opportunity to immerse myself in a culture that loves football.  I moved to Tokyo, Japan and taught English there for 1.5 years.  Coincidentally, the location for FIFA World Cup 2002 was shared between Japan (tokyo area) and South Korea!  So that year, often being educated by my Australian, Irish, British and French coworkers and Japanese friends, I learned more about the rules, like what constitutes an "off-sides" and yellow vs red cards, etc.  We frequented Irish pubs, sat among mobs of people and cheered loudly with friends (even one from Iran, my main man Younis).  I learned of "hoolaginism" there, because Japanese media seemed overly concerned with british fans' behavior in the city.  Security was in full force, and from what I recall, there was more Japanese hooligan activity than British.  Ironic, huh?  I of course blindly cheered when the US played, but found myself rooting more for other teams, mainly the global underdogs, and of course Brazil...back when Ronaldo was nice (although his haircut was not).
            Speaking of Brazil, I finally had an opportunity with law school friends in 2006 to watch a local game in Rio de Janeiro, involving a popular club named Flamengo in the world renowned stadium called "MARACANA"!!  Fans brought in instruments, wore face paint, brought signs and all their energy to the game!  The electricity was in the air, everyone was on their feet, man woman and child of all ages celebrating and rooting for their respective teams, collectively singing and dancing.  It was amazing being there and feeling the energy in such a historically significant arena in such a beautiful ciudade, among such beautiful people. Me and my boys (D,R,&A) partied along with them, and without knowing, developed a love of the Brazilian approach to the game and have rooted for Brazil ever since.  And having lived in Japan, I root for their squad as well.

          This brings us to FIFA World Cup 2010, set for the very first time in the motherland, specifically the beautiful nation of South Africa.  32 teams, eight groups vie for yet another Championship.  It should be noted that Ireland is not part of this Cup due to suspicious activity in a loss to France upon qualifying.  And Ronaldinho is not playing, apparently Brazil's coach decided to veer away from individual one-on-one skills, instead focusing on a more European style, where players pass more often.
          This World Cup for me was different because I became much more involved in many of the back stories of many sides.  I immersed myself in the rules, learning which key players were injured or could not play due to a red card in the previous game, understanding which team plays which defensive set and why, and more.  I engaged people from Ghana, Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, and Nigeria in discussions before, during and after the games.  And they began to engage me.  Often I have been told by those with football in their blood, "I am impressed that as an American you are so interested in football." I felt proud that I could converse on a higher than basic level about each game, and continue to ask questions when confused.  I felt pain when Japan lost, Ghana and Brazil.  Once I began empathizing and internalizing pain that people from other cultures felt as a result of an unforeseen loss, I knew the love was deep.  I knew the love was even deeper once I began to offer suggestions as to how the integrity of the game could improve.  Anyone watching the Ghana vs Uruguay game would agree that a goal-tending rule, at certain times of the game and concerning shots within a certain distance from the goal, should be enforced.
          Now, I have a healthy understanding of the game, as presented on the World Cup level.  My newfound love has led me to seriously consider buying tickets to FIFA World Cup 2014 held in Brazil.  I plan on being there.  And I hope to transfer this deep interest in football to watching during the regular seasons, something I still have yet to do.  Thankfully, there is so much more to learn about the players, the relationship politics plays in each country, the coaches and where they trained, the naturalization process for teams with players not born domestically, salaries, coach/player relationships, racism in clubs and even spewing from European fans, etc.  Consider me a football fan.  I'm thankful for being exposed to such a great global pastime/sport, with such a deep international history, and for seeing the value in it.  My nephew Shane plays and is a beast, by the way.

later still

Day 3 Bootcamp

          So, day three involved a lot of ab work people! We began by doing 3 sets of various ab exercises, 2mins/set.  The first set were flutter kicks, as shown in the image above. Then we did horizontal flutter kicks. The last set we partnered up and did as many leg throws as we could in 2 minutes.  And we did another set of leg throws, however, once your partner throws your legs, the other partner, with legs straight, stops his/her legs from hitting the floor and does a circular motion in the air and lifts the legs up again for another throw.  People, this is a very difficult thing to do.  Sets are 2 minutes long and each set seems like an eternity. But working the core is so crucial that it is worth the pain.
          My partner that class was Stacey, and you should have seen how she rocked the next exercise, which was one set of ordinary sit-ups.  Stacey struggled to do 65 sit-ups, even after the previous exercises!!!  I was thoroughly impressed, especially after i could only do 30 sit-ups at that point.
          On to the relay. One partner of each team began an exercise, the first was one-legged squats on a bench, while the other partner ran around the block.  Once the running partner returned to repeat the same exercise, the other partner ran.  We repeated this, doing several different exercises between runs (standing 8s, Afghan squats, flutter kicks) and finished the class strong.
          Now my ab muscles are sore as are the top of my thighs.  This can only be a good thing.  Maybe I'll go for a run after these World Cup games today.  Ghana is tied with Australia at this time.  Until the next bootcamp, i'm signing out.

Bootcamp Day 2 - June 16, 2010

          I felt a lot better about my energy level and effort yesterday.  But it was ROUGH!! Now, I know this program is called "bootcamp," but please allow me to assuage any and all concerns about the nature of the trainer's motivational tactics.  The trainer, Eddie Lima, is not the in-your-face type of ex-marine. I have yet to hear him call anyone maggots, or otherwise scream profanity as a means to help us see the best in ourselves.  There is no "left, right left" chanting as we run.  Eddie simply asks that we do our best, even if we cannot complete the exercises.  If we cannot do anymore push-ups due to muscle fatigue, for example, he asks us to remain in the up position until time runs out.
          But on to the typical "warm-up".  As a warm-up, Eddie had us doing 3 sets of push-ups at 2 minutes per set.  In other words, do as many as you can for each set.  The first set were regular push-ups, the second set were diamond push-ups, where we connected our thumbs and index fingers in a triangular shape, and push-up that way.  The third set we did wide push-ups, where we spread our hands out as wide as possible and did as many in this way as we could for 2 minutes.  The group energy was great, as I looked around observing about 6 women and 8 men struggle beyond their level of comfort to squeeze out yet another push-up before plopping on the ground in total exhaustion.
          After the warm-up, my partner and I were told to take a 45lb barbell and do forearm curls with elbows close to the body.  So we're lifting the bar with the backs of our hands facing us.  We did decreasing sets, with me first doing 10, my partner does the same, then I did 9, and so on until we reached 1.  Then we did increasing sets of curls with the bar, lifting it with our palms facing us.  I did 1, my partner repeats, then I did 2, and so on until we both reached 10.  This clearly is upper body day, and at this point I was sweating profusely, but motivated by the mutual encouragement my partner and I gave each other.  I'm bad with names but I believe my partner's name was Anthony.
          The next move was to the bench, where we did reverse dips to focus on our triceps.  We had to do as many as we could in 2 minutes.  We may have done 2 sets of this exercise, and were then told to head downstairs to do 3 sets of 15 pull-ups.  Anthony and I were beat, spent, straight tired to the bone.  But we spotted each other when needed, and did as many as we could each set, at times hitting fifteen, and maybe the last set we did 10.  There was a tag team of young women down there with us as well, and it was just great seeing them struggle along with us.  We all motivated each other, and my thing was making sure I and others tried one more pull-up after we decided to quit, as a reminder that we have more power in us than we think and to not let our minds play tricks on us...by convincing us that we've had enough when there's more gas in the tank.
          Our next challenge was to complete 2 sets of 5 one-legged squats.  While inside the boxing ring, we held one hand on the middle rope for support, and squatted such that our butts touched our heel and the other leg was straightened out, then we stood up.  This exercise is crucial for me as I am still working on my right knee, where I had ACL surgery some time ago.
          After this we were told to run around the block once, and complete 10 pull-ups each when we returned and we'd be done.  What a way to start the day - 7am suffering through physical and mental challenges, supporting each other to be our best.  I enjoyed it and am looking forward to Friday.

Bootcamp Day 1 - June 14, 2010

So, i'm back!! As many of you know, I began bootcamp awhile ago.  I was working downtown near Ground Zero when I walked by the infamous Trinity Boxing gym in search of lunch.  On the outside I saw a sign advertising bootcamp.  I had always wanted a bootcamp workout, but never had the desire to join the military.  So, I saw this as my big chance to work out, if only for one month, bootcamp style!  These classes are very challenging, and at times your muscles are too fatigued to complete each exercise.  But the test is to work as hard as you can for as long as you can, at times to the point of complete exhaustion.  I even vomited in one session, but we later attributed it to my not providing my body the proper fuel; I have since grown to appreciate fuel like bananas, coconut water, and protein.  When informed of the incentive of improvement, a free month of boxing, I earned "Most Improved" status one month, recording 80 push-ups in 2 minutes, from the 40 i did at the beginning of that month, and running the 2-miles in 15mins, up from 18mins at the outset.  I've done a few months since then, but this is a blog about the bootcamp session i joined on June 14, 2010.  Although I feel Eddie's is the best, most affordable bootcamp, there are many in NYC and some in your area if you dare to try.  The results speak for themselves.

On Day 1, as usual, we are asked to perform diagnostic tests: max push-ups in 2mins, max sit-ups in 2mins, and a timed 2-mile race.  The instructor, Eddie Lima, is a retired marine, a former green beret who served in Afghanistan and Iraq for about 20yrs.  He and I have developed a good relationship.  He knows what I am capable of and he often shares with new or potential clients how i had the most energy in the class, often bouncing on both feet like boxers do in between exercises.  So, my reputation preceded me yesterday as I began the first full month there since Fall 2009.

I rocked the push-ups and felt satisfied with my sit-up game.  However, my legs turned to silly puddy during the 2-mile race.  I completed it in 18:35, just about third or fourth place out of the group, which varies in age and includes a few women. On the last day of bootcamp, we will take this same test again to determine who is the most improved, based on a scale Eddie uses from military standards, which considers our age and gender.  Clearly I need more cardio, and more cardio I will be sure to get.  After all, I just may get a free month of bootcamp if I improve more than everyone else.  Tomorrow I foresee pain and more mental challenges, so Follow me...

David & Goliath - Why David Won

          Just when I thought I knew the David and Goliath story, after taking time to actually read each word I learned something more probative that explains why David won.
          My perspective on this is written after I had already completed reading the entire Bible, front to back.  I finished Revelations on May 15, a day after my younger sisters birthday.  This is the first post since I accomplished that feat.  I wanted to be sure I added my two cents on the David & Goliath story because it appears we have misused it to a large degree.
          We all know the general story: David, sometimes seen as a young boy ultimately has to fight a giant man, maybe as big if not bigger than Shaq and David kills Goliath with a slingshot to the head and then beheads Goliath.  One moral of the story is that with the right amount of faith and determination, small people (either in stature or otherwise) can compete and dominate those who appear to be bigger and more powerful.  This moral is often invoked figuratively in adversarial competitions or arenas, be they physical, intellectual, etc.  However the perception has always been that on paper, Goliath had no business losing to this smaller sized human being.
          "Then Goliath, a Philistine champion from Gath, came out of the Philistine ranks to face the forces of Israel. He was over nine feet tall! He wore a bronze helmet, and his bronze coat of mail weighed 125 pounds. He also wore bronze leg armor, and he carried a bronze javelin on his shoulder. The shaft of his spear was as heavy and thick as a weaver's beam, tipped with an iron spearhead that weighed 15 pounds."  1 Samuel 17:4-7.

Goliath taunted the Israelites and challenged the following: "Choose one man to come down here and fight me. If he kills me, then we will be your slaves. But if I kill him, you will be our slaves. I defy the armies of Israel today! Send me a man who will fight me!" 1 Samuel 17:8-10.  

This challenge terrified Saul and the Israelites. 

          The part we rarely focus on however is how prepared David really was for this particular encounter.  If attention is paid, one could reasonably conclude that David was well prepared for the fight and Goliath arguably was out of his league.  Here's David:

"'Don't worry about this Philistine,' David said to Saul. 'I'll go fight him!'  'Don't be ridiculous,' Saul replied. 'There's no way you can fight this Philistine and possibly win! You're only a boy, and he's been a man of war since his youth.'  

But David persisted.  'I have been taking care of my father's sheep and goats. When a lion or bear comes to steal a lamb from the flock, I go after it with a club to rescue the lamb from its mouth. If the animal turns on me, I catch it by the jaw and club it to death.  I have done this to both lions and bears, and I'll do it to this pagan Philistine, too, for he has defied the armies of the living God! The Lord who rescued me from the claws of the lion and the bear will rescue me from this Philistine!'"  

1 Samuel 17:32-37

  

          I can only speak for myself.  I would have put money on David without hesitation.  A boy who's skilled at rescuing lambs from the jaws of lions and bears is my friend indeed!  So the next time you hear someone apply the David and Goliath story to an actual situation, be sure that the "David" in that situation is more than just someone or some group who is small going up against a big person or group , a "Goliath".  The "David" must have spent time and effort preparing not only for a battle, but specifically for a battle tougher than his opponent had ever faced.  As this story is told, we only see Goliath as a "champion," a tall muscular fighter who is the best the Philistines have to offer. We are not told he fought dangerous animals like, lions and tigers and bears, Oh My!!  

          Knowing David had such a background fighting very dangerous and wild animals and rescued lambs from their claws and jaws reminds me to continue working harder than any potential opponent is, to master any craft I hold true, and be confident that proper preparation prevents poor performance no matter the enemy.     

I recommend that you go back and read the entire book of 1 Samuel involving, but not limited to, the story of David and Goliath, Saul's fall from God's grace, King Samuel's reign, Saul's attempts to kill David, David sparing Saul's life twice, Saul's ultimate death and more.