Here’s an article I wrote for Tokyo Weekender (April 2018). The piece is about the short feature film, Born With It. The movie follows Keisuke, an African-Japanese boy growing up in a small Japanese town. He’s the new kid and the only black one. I talked to director Emmanuel Osei-Kuffour. He made the film in 2015, but its still getting recognized. Next month Born will air on PBS and later streamed online. Watch the trailer below. Sorry for the long absence. …
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Just wrote an article about raising my daughter, Kantra in Japan. It’s up here. Watching her has inspired me and its forced me and my wife to grow in unforeseeable ways. Nothing humbles you like a determined child who doesn’t give a single solitary fuck about what you doing, what you need to do, or what you was about to do. “Daddy, play with me.” Got an essay that’s getting published. Hopefully it’ll drop soon. Won’t say who yet, but …
In 2012, the inception of The Microscopic Giant was supposed to be a bloodletting of sorts. I always wanted to tell stories that reflected my experience and the opposite. Posting about music, art, film, and culture was a pivot from my original intention. I got shook. I suck. My work wasn’t finished. It wasn’t the right time. All I have is time. If I considered my writing to be an invite for the world to fuck with me, perhaps that’s …
I’ve lived in Japan for almost seven years. When you’re the youngest sibling, you get to benefit off of the mistakes that your parents made with their older children. Through watching your family you learn about human behavior. Like search engines and social media, it uses what it knows about you to warp your perspective. Its forever loving, sociopathic, opportunistic, and self-hating. Drama distracts you from revolting against its emotional hypnosis. You have been warned. At home I got a …
On rapper Milo’s latest record, who told you to think??!!?!?!?! the black emperor’s robe probably has a single hand clapping on the back. His throne is rusted chrome, encrusted with knocking-knee rappers’ bones, whose rhymes couldn’t hit a quarter note if the Lawn Mowerman rigged an arcade by telephone. who told you seems like a polaroid of the moment Milo became a man. He got married and had a baby. Staring at a crack in the wall to conjure a …
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