“Okay, well, if motion is the constant, how can I remain in motion?”

My family life and early political life – being exposed to the news constantly, being enrolled in an Afrocentric education program, and doing the extracurriculars I did – played a huge role in me finding my path.

I am not a yogi yet, but I aspire to have more balance in my life.

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Remember something about attention. Yes, it’s possible to buy, grab, or even steal it. But it’s far better to earn it.

There’s certainly a lot of noise in the hip-hop world now [that] I don’t pay active attention to, but to the extent that I represent some flavor of what’s happening in hip-hop – it’s subconscious.

By the time I got to Harvard, I feel like I knew who I was, and my job there was to throw as much against the wall as possible, to see what would stick.

I don’t know that I’m post-anything. I’d like to think maybe I’m post-bullshit.

You can call me namastunde or surfatunde. Either works.

Mostly I try to be the best example of me that I can be.

As far as hip-hop is concerned, I’m no expert and rarely think consciously about how I “represent” hip-hop.

I care about the diversity of the mindset of the people creating our future, and the windows through which we see it, and the tools we use to build it.

I work in comedy, journalism, media, and technology, many of which don’t have a lot of black faces in visible positions. I walk through Brooklyn with a surfboard. It’s fun to challenge and expand people’s expectations.

There are so many ways to be and to be black at the same time, but we’re finally seeing that full range expressed much more widely than before.

As I’ve submerged myself in news of the revolutions sweeping North Africa and the Middle East, I wanted desperately to feel part of what was going on. And then it hit me: This is what white people were doing to me after Obama was elected!

New York has been the best gift, in that the city pushes me to so many next levels.

Knowing that “me” is inextricably linked to blackness, [I try to enjoy] the process of expanding beyond the expected boundaries set by existing culture, norms and media.

This Bud’s for yooouuuu.” C’mon, everybody, let’s be hypocritical bastards. It’s okay to drink your drug. We meant those other drugs. Those untaxed drugs. Those are the ones that are bad for you.

If I’m more prepared, the success will fall on me; if not, it will fall on someone else, and I’m okay with that.

Not everyone will understand your journey. That’s okay. You’re here to live your life, not to make everyone understand.

This weight of embarrassment came over me, and I felt like I was sweating from my spine out. But I realized, ‘Okay, that happened, and I did not die.’ You’ve got to experience failure to understand that you can survive it.

if you had your mother at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you,

Doctors say it’s okay to have sex after a heart attack, provided you close the ambulance door.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.