Thirst Thursday: Women Losing Their Shit Over This Mug Shot

It’s a slow news day. Now that we’ve said of that, we wanted to make you aware of the racially ambiguous/magically delicious/beautiful felon that is Jeremy Meeks – because you’re girlfriend (or boyfriend) most surely is already acquainted. In fact, they’re all conspiring to help this beautiful stranger make bail. All $900,000 of it.

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Despite being a presumably hardened criminal (he’s been convicted six times) who was arrested this time for “street terrorism” (possession of illegal firearms and ammo, carrying a loaded firearm in public, criminal street gang activity, you know, the like), Jeremy has about 24,000 things going for him – the ladies love him.

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In fact, the love runs so deep, I have a friend in New York who works as an assistant modelling agent who is trying to figure out if he can travel across state lines, should he make bail. Which makes sense. Because with eyes like that (which another friend poetically pointed out, “they’re so watery. like a pit bull”), he’ll need bail (too pretty for prison), a lawyer, a parole officer and a modeling contract.

Someone call Donatella.

 

Lego has the best business cards in the corporate world

The Maroon Colony:

This takes marketing and branding to a whole new level! If you could think outside of the box for your own business card, what would it be?

Originally posted on Quartz:

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Most business cards are a variation on a relatively narrow theme, a name and contact information on some kind of paper. And with the advent of the smartphone and many apps designed to replace them, they’re increasingly obsolete.

But employees at Lego at least have business cards that aren’t just memorable, but could actually inspire someone to work at the company. They’re 1.5-inch tall Lego minifigures, with the employee’s name on the front and contact information on the back. The photo below was posted by a Reddit user, who claims it came from a guest at his hotel who’s a designer at Lego:

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It’s not just a quirk unique to this particular Lego employee. The company’s CEO, Jorgen Vig Knudstorp, actually has a figure of his own, according to the Wall Street Journal. The figures aren’t standard, but are manufactured to look like the person carrying them. You can…

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Chills Up My Spine: Maya Angelou’s Iconic PSA

This is but a snippet, but you’ve GOT to watch it. I think a whole generation of kids went to college off of this commercial. If you grew up as a kid in the early 1990s, you definitely remember this. Years later, it still stirs. As a descendant of American slaves, the reminder of the “hope and the dream of the slave” is powerfully overwhelming. You just gotta watch it.

Below is the video of Dr. Maya Angelou performing the poem in it’s entirety. Both are brilliant to watch. We’ve lost a giant of letters, spirit in humanity today, but what gifts she left us. Thank you Dr. Angelou and safe travels onto the next journey.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

 

Web Series Wednesday: Sound and Shooting

Hey y’all!

We’re in the throes of shooting our first scenes on Sunday and we are equal parts excited and terrified! But, it’s important to share that process, so instead of posting about the lead-up to that, we’ll do a post next week about what we’ve learned about sound – which is an extremely overlooked part of the process until the too-late last minute – and the logistics of getting the first shoot out of the way.

If you guys have any questions that you want us to answer, please tweet us @marooncolony or email us at themarooncolony@gmail.com

Get those dreams out!

 

This Is The Real Reason Why You’re Mad Your Ex Is Dating Someone New

The Maroon Colony:

Because we’ve all been there.

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:


You’re laying in bed at night and decide to check up on an old fling. Because honestly, what could be more satisfying than to see your ex is still single like yourself? But instead, when you reach their About Me, you’re greeted with the unnerving title, “in a relationship.”

At first you laugh it off, and say, “well, there’s no way this new person is better than me.” So in order to validate that thought, you start scrolling through pictures of them with their new squeeze. Picture after picture. Smile after smile. You even see pictures that the new squeeze has tagged your ex in. You can’t even convince yourself that they’re miserable, when clearly their love is resonating off of these pictures like some sort stinging mist.“Well, okay, fine. They’re happy. Whatever.”

It almost feels like you’re admitting defeat when you say that. That gut wrenching feeling…

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Web Series Wednesday: Deciding How and What to Write

The web is tricky.

On one hand, you have an opportunity to tell a story that ordinarily, wouldn’t be told on mainstream or traditional outlets. But, you’re still held responsible for telling a good story. A good, unique story. Sounds easy enough, but it’s a lot harder than it looks.

writin’ ain’t easy bruh.

I’ll be blunt: not every idea, experience, identity crisis, heartbreak or acid trip is worth being made into a show. And the ones that are have a lot more in common with verisimilitude than veracity. Your job, especially on a web-series, is to find that magic balance. Verisimilitude vs. Veracity is one of my favorite writerly themes; veracity being truth and verisimilitude being a creative interpretation of it. Rarely is the day-to-day of a “true” story interesting; it’s the semblance, the interpretation of what happened in that day, what could have happened in that day and what could have or should have gone right or wrong in that day; well, that’s verisimilitude.

Part of the key of deciding what to write is to understand that you’re working with 5-8 pages of script, at best. If your episode is 2 to 3 minutes long, 2-4 pages. That’s really not a lot of time or space to introduce characters, plot, conflict and the world. The key to writing a good web-series is to figure out which stories can be condensed. It’s also about finding a story that other people that you’ll be working with, can believe in. This is important because you probably don’t have any money to pay anyone. The Maroon Colony was a story that I felt could be, but it took me about two years to figure out how to do it. I hope yours doesn’t take that long, but it wouldn’t be uncommon. Issa Rae, creator of the popular web-series Awkward Black Girl stated that she carried the idea for the show around in her head for years before actually shooting it. Leena Pendharker wrote for years stories and vignettes that ultimately became Overly Attached Andy.

It’s also a false conception to think that the uniqueness and/or randomness of your experience is going to carry or create (totally) the charisma of your story. It’s your voice and that’s what takes the longest time to develop. It took me a long time to figure that out. My experience of being Black, of being mixed, of being too educated for my own damn good, of coming from a fairly ridiculous family on all sides that includes everything from politicians, hoodrats, social activists, men in prison, businessmen and a (homeless) French Literature Ph.D – it’s definitely highly unusual, but not unheard of.  For me, finding and figuring out my voice has been the journey of this odyssey. The Maroon family has been through 25 drafts (that I count) over the past three years, four short stories (can’t even begin to count those drafts) as I went through graduate school and different versions of my voice and the right voice for this project. Start now. It takes a while.

you, on your nights and weekends.

you, on your nights and weekends.

Figure out what your voice is. Voice is a combination of the technical devices that you use to tell your story, the cadence of your words and what you include or don’t in your writing. It’s pretty damn difficult to manage all of that, so don’t feel like a failure if your first draft is trash. Most are. You gotta work through it. But you know what helps you get through that? A theme. One that’s pretty much central to everything that I write is identity. The search for belonging and the pain of rejection are all central to our search for being connected. The search for identity is really the insecure kid inside of you asking, “Can I sit with you guys?” It’s hard to be vulnerable, to put yourself out there that raw. That’s where the verisimilitude protects you. Not only is it a device, it’s a shield. Use it, but not too liberally. Again, it’s all a magic balance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Best Solange/Jay-Z Commentary from Black Twitter

In case you missed it, Solange made more than an attempt to kick Jay Z’s ass in an elevator after the Met Gala. One might even say she was, “coming for scalps.”

Needless to say, given the fact that the Beyhive headquarters in the ebony towers of Twitter, Black Twitter had Christmas morning and reparations all in one day. And that’s where the real elevator action began. Here’s some of the best commentary seen since this all rolled out:

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robust resumé though.

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3 sides to every story: he said, she said and the security audio.

shejuststoodthere

Partition, please.

FIGHT!

tears.

Song Cry.

Song Cry.

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Fuckwrongwithyou

Pretty Hurts.”

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well then.

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everybody got deal with the bullshit of in-laws. Errrrrrrybody.

Supervised visitations.

supervised visitations.

Black Twitter diplomacy and philosophy

Black Twitter philosophy and diplomacy

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#byeFelecia

i see you bruh

shook ones

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fatality.

fatality.

Beyonce already told y'all she drinks "watermelon"

“I be drankin…watermelon”.

no chill. Whatsoever.

no chill. whatsoever.

Old man Jay

"no thanks, I'll fast instead."

“no thanks, I’ll fast instead.”

#staywoke

#staywoke

Broke Millennials Game Spotify for $20,000

Stay woke Spotify.

Spotify, which is known for paying half crumbs to artists, just got got. Or slept on. However you want to put it. Either way, the billion-dollar behemoth was no match for the ingenuity of broke Millennials.

Vulfpeck (pronounced “Wolfpack”)  asked its fans to fund their tour, but without paying a dime. What broke 18-35 year old wouldn’t be down for that? You see, Spotify would be the corporate sponsor.  But to do  this free tour, Vulfpeck asked their fans to help them troll  said sponsor.

In what the band described as the “most silent album” ever, Sleepify is made up of 30 second silent tracks (the amount of time that a song must be played in order for Spotify to pay the licensing fee) that they asked listeners to play on repeat while they slept, “to make their sleep productive.” So, basically, while they slept and played Sleepify on repeat, fans were helping to fund the tour – which Vulfpeck promised would be free – by “listening” 2,857,143  times to the silent tracks, eventually “raising” $20,000. Naturally Spotify wasn’t too happy about being a surprise benefactor. As one band member put it, “I think they panicked when they realized that someone was actually making money from the music.”   Needless to say, Spotify removed Sleepify and Vulfpeck from the platform, stating that it/they violated terms and conditions.

In these life and times of Millennial poverty, a Millennial’s gotta do what a Millennial’s gotta do.

Read more at Vice

 

 

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Why I’ll Never Apologize for My White Male Privilege

The Maroon Colony:

Because of course, America is “post-racial”.

Originally posted on TIME:

There is a phrase that floats around college campuses, Princeton being no exception, that threatens to strike down opinions without regard for their merits, but rather solely on the basis of the person that voiced them. “Check your privilege,” the saying goes, and I have been reprimanded by it several times this year. The phrase, handed down by my moral superiors, descends recklessly, like an Obama-sanctioned drone, and aims laser-like at my pinkish-peach complexion, my maleness, and the nerve I displayed in offering an opinion rooted in a personal Weltanschauung. “Check your privilege,” they tell me in a command that teeters between an imposition to actually explore how I got where I am, and a reminder that I ought to feel personally apologetic because white males seem to pull most of the strings in the world.

I do not accuse those who “check” me and my perspective of overt racism…

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Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: Welcome to the Finger-Wagging Olympics

Originally posted on TIME:

Moral outrage is exhausting. And dangerous. The whole country has gotten a severe case of carpal tunnel syndrome from the newest popular sport of Extreme Finger Wagging. Not to mention the neck strain from Olympic tryouts for Morally Superior Head Shaking. All over the latest in a long line of rich white celebrities to come out of the racist closet. (Was it only a couple days ago that Cliven Bundy said blacks would be better off picking cotton as slaves? And only last June Paula Deen admitted using the “N” word?)

Yes, I’m angry, too, but not just about the sins of Donald Sterling. I’ve got a list. But let’s start with Sterling. I used to work for him, back in 2000 when I coached for the Clippers for three months. He was congenial, even inviting me to his daughter’s wedding. Nothing happened or was said to indicate he suffered…

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