Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Saturday, July 08, 2006

His Spirit Spanned the Nation

Yesterday after I got off work Jen picked me up and we went out to the memorial service for Mpozi.

There were alot of people there but most of them did not seem sad in anyway. I couldn't really grasp it. Usually at these things people are all sad but not here. I only seen a few people crying and one of them was Jen when we were talking to a close friend of his outside.

Liz was her name, she said she had know Mpozi for along time..she was also a photographer that he had took under his wing.

She told us how soft and gentle he was and how she had never seen him mad no matter what happened. She went on to tell us a story when she had been hangin out with him back in his home town of Phily....she told us how he was working so hard to get all the camera equiptment for his projects together, going to pawn stores and whatever he could find. He was just about complete...he let some guy he didn't know stay ay his apartment one niight because he said he didn't have a place to stay..when Mpozi got up in the morning the man he opened up his house to had stolen all of his newly hard earned camera equiptment.

Liz went on to say that Mpozi did something so shocking that she could not even belive it..The only thing Impozi did was say to her, "Man, I wonder what kind of bad stuff he's going through to have to steal?"

I teared up and so did Jen, it just confirmed that he was a man like no one else we have ever met. I saw stories on how he had always kept canned food in his car for the homeless and how he would do anything for anyone.

Liz said he was kinda like.."Noooo, Noooo, Ohhhhh oookay:)"
The mix of people there was amazing..Hippies to Rasta and everything in between.
He had touched so many people from all over the place...there were people there from all over the country.

His spirit spanned the nation

Clive Law

I have some pics from the memorial to post soon.

Public Class Form 1 Dim marryMe = "Will you Marry Me?!"

Public Class Form1
Private Sub Form1_Load(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles MyBase.Load
Dim anInteger As Integer = 42
Dim aSingle As Single = 39.345677653
Dim aString As String = "THIS IS A TEST TO SEE IF THIS CODE WILL POP UP A MESSAGE BOX THAT SAYS REALLY NOTHING!"
Dim aBoolean As Boolean = True
MsgBox(anInteger)
MsgBox(aSingle)
MsgBox(aString)
MsgBox(aBoolean)
End

Yeah that's about how far I've come after a few weeks of this stuff. I'm not really stuck on anything but it's an entirely new world to me. I thought it was going to be boring but so far it hasn't been.

Coders have always brough to mind those weird guys who sit in their mothers basements in the dark after a full days masterbation session coding their little hearts out. Thank GOD I have a gf or I think I would have ended up one of those guys.

Jen went in today at 9am so I took the time away from her to look at more engagement rings. I keep hearing adverts on the radio for Prestons Rocks so I figured I'd give it a shot. I remembered from the advert it was on 96th behind the Arby's. Well there's Arby's and look, behind it was a pretty nice building where Prestons Rocks was housed.

Walking in I saw that for some reason they advertised that they only brewed Starbucks coffee there..I don't know. A man walked up to me and asked if I needed any helo with anything..."Sure". I gave him the load down on what Jen liked and disliked as well as ho wmuch I was looking to spend when this becomes a reality. He was impressed with how much info I came in with. Laptop in hand I had already some ideas that I had ran past Jen and what she had liked out of all them.

We looked only at 3 rings but I knew between two of them it would be it.


'Grrr I can't get the images to upload yet for everyone to see sorry


We found what I was looking for and it won't kill me to buy it. I think in the next month or two I'm going to get it. When I will ask her is another thing. I want to make sure it's the right time and place. I know she doesn't want anything out of a movie but I have to make sure that it's special..one idea I have it to sit down with her and watch a movie that I know she likes..in the middle of it record myself sitting on the couch with the same clothes on and setting, apologizing for imterrupting her video and letting her know how much I love her....then saying something like I have something to give you...(this is all on the vid) fumble around and look for it in my pockets then the video will resume....hopefully she will look at me and ask well what was he looking for? Then I will bring out the ring and ask her to marry me.

Option #2

Jen and I go to alot of Art Galleries in town...I was thinking I could go to one of the places we frequent and have them put up the ring on display with a card and have Jen read it...It will say something sweet about her but never mention her name or mine till the end...then it will ask "Will you Marry me?"

I dunno yet how this is going to go..I know that she does not really want a specticle or anything like the waiter bringing her the ring as desert or anything or bilboards asking her.

Ahh well we will have to see.

Clive Law

Friday, July 07, 2006

MPOZI


Mpozi Talbert

I only met the man once while out on my firt Art/ Wine tour of the city but he made such an impact on me.

I don't know why I'm having such a hard time with this...it's not like I knew him on a real personal level..one night I met him in his studio where he was doing a live mix for everyone to hear.

Jen and I had not been out together to see the town and see the art that it had to offer. We heard about an city wide "open house" that went on the first Friday of every month. Towards the end of the night we we out to visit all the artists in Fountain Square. A huge warehouse where all kinds of artists lived and worked. Reminded me of what Chelsea would have been back in the day of Andy Warhol.

We didn't know anyone at any of the places but we were open to meeting anyone. The crowd was very diverse....mothers, fathers, kids and every race of person you can think of. We heard of a live music event being hosted by a gallery in the warehouse called the Big Car. The show was not set to begin for about an hour so we had plenty of time to kill. As we were trying to figure out what to do for an hour I hears some reggae music comin fromdown the hall and I liked it. It was kind old school with something new mixed into it. We both went to investigate.

This is when we met Impozi. He made us feel so welcomed just with his smile. He was in the middle of mixing but made room in his room for us to sit and enjoy our wine and listen to his music.

He told us about how he picked out his music and what it meant to him. Jen and I both danced in the hall and in his room. He made our night so much fun. As we were getting ready to leave he handed me a cd with his newest mix on it. On the way home Jen and I listened to it and recapped the night talking mainly about him.

Watching the news the other day I caught the very end of story about a photographer that had died suddenly in his office. I thought it had a picture of Impozi but I was not sure. I ran out of the room and told Jen what I had seen.
"I'm not sure about this but I swear there was a picture of Impozi on the news right now."

We turned the channel to another news cast and there it was.....A story on the man we had met that night.

Jen and I had returned back to see him on other occasions but he had not been around. I wanted to know him better. I did not take the news of his death too hard since we had not been real godo friends or anything but today and yesterday while listening to his cd for some reason I'm having a real hard time with it today. I have been on the verge of tears eversince I got here. I have been reading posting about him all morning and looking at photos he took. Everyone has the same story about him...He left a huge impact on people all over the nation with his photos and personality.

I called Jen just a few minutes ago to seee if she wanted to go to the memorial service with me. She agreed and said we could go after I get off.

I'm so sad today because of his death and I really should not be.

Clive Law