an international favor....

I am nervous about the next fifty hours. Rudi, I need your help to be strong with this one babe! Finally laying you to rest is going to be one of the hardest things I've had to do in life, thus far.

I need and international favor.

Through my world travels, I've accumulated a plethora of friends of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Today I ask, my friends from Japan, India, London, Paris, Germany, Brazil, and all over the States today to go to every temple, shrine, mosque, church, beach, DJ booth and say a little prayer not for Rudi's death, but his life!
Thank you!
ありがとうございます!
धन्यवाद !
Merci!
Obrigado!

Evierobbie+Homeboy Sandman+Okayplayer

This is what happens when one of the dopest underground emcees in NYC, Homeboy Sandman
And one of the coolest photographers in NYC, Evierobbie Media (me)...
Get together with one of the most well recognized true hip hop platforms on the net Okayplayer,
and make magic...

As the email he sent me read....we're famous!!

one with the Universe...

(I warn, this may be hard to read. Not as hard as it was writing it.)

Rudi,

Walking home from a day of long hours, on a shoot tonight, I realized I'd be by my computer around 12:45am tonight. From the newspaper articles I've been reading on your death, that was the same exact time, forty-eight hours ago, when you died. I remember being on the phone with Nelson, talking about following our life's passions, exactly forty-eight hours ago, not knowing you were in Norwalk taking your last ride.
The newspaper also said that your motorcycle (which many people, including myself didn't know you'd purchased) hit a curb, became airborne, and landed in an intersection. You didn't have a license for the bike, nor were you wearing a helmet, and your were pronounced dead on arrival. These are the facts...
Rudi, I'm angry. I'm livid. I'm pissed because deep in my heart I feel this didn't have to happen. I don't know what made you purchase the fucking thing, nor do I know what made you get on it forty-eight hours ago. All I know is you are gone...
I've been trying to use detachment as a way of coping with this all. It's still so surreal. I would deflect my sadness onto others I saw as being closer to you than I...Fedler, Tommy, Jimmy, your family...I would say things to myself like, "But they must really be feeling it." Yea, well bullshitting myself has officially ceased because in reality, few people were as close to you as I was.
I have been fortunate enough as to have you in my life as a best friend, BEST FRIEND all through college, lover, and boyfriend for a short while. Few people on this Earth know my ins and outs the way you do, and the love you had for me was unconditional, eternal, and sometimes scary. Just keeping it real.
I'm getting many messages from people, some I've never met, who are genuinely worried about me. I feel like I'm in a bit of a fish bowl and I was so close that it was too close. I feel like people see, or speak with me, and it's one of the closest connections they have to you. For some, it's too much to handle, especially if I break down.
Truthfully, I'm scared. I'm scared of myself and what my reaction(s) are going to be as time goes on. I'm terrified of the possibility of seeing your lifeless body, and trying to cope with the idea that I will not hear your voice, from you. I'm nervous to see Josh, Fedler, Kennedy...I am so fucking scared.
I cannot bring myself to write an RIP, or to sign a message like this on your Facebook page. Within hours, your updates and life, turned into a shrine of memories. I can't fathom that.
There are too many memories to name. We knew everything about each other and there are intimate moments that only you and I can recollect. Josh and I spoke about how you aren't going to be around to see him and Chanel wed. I told him about your 'affection' and how I still have it. I think I'm going to bring it to the wake.
Rudi, this is tearing me apart because I truly feel this didn't have to occur. You were on your way. It was evident to us all.
I truly feel, I can say that no one knows your passion for DJing like me. As you've told me on many occasion, I take the crown on that one. I may have bought that first lesson, but YOU kept going with it. You took it to another level. When everyone else thought you were crazy, you knew I was there and had your back 100%. That was how we rolled. I am so proud of you. And, in your passing, if there is one thing I am truly happy for it's that you are being noted as a DJ!!! That is your legacy. You would have it no other way.
In my eyes, you were always a DJ, but more importantly you were a best friend. You are now the most official guardian angel I could ever ask for. I don't worry because you can protect me now in a way far beyond the reach of anything you could have done while in your physical shell. You are now a part of the Universe that I would talk to you about in length. All my Law of Attraction talk, that you eventually started to play with on your own. You are truly one with the Universe. Forever.
I ask for you to look over me during your services. I really don't want to pass out, and you know how I do with the anxiety attacks. I remember you telling me that I got them because I was a genius, and I thought to much.
I ask for you to just give me strength and guidance through all future trials and tribulations, this one now...being you. Your energy is with me always. I love you!

V, Vivi, Verbal...Evita

Donations to his family can be made at http://www.itsdjgenius.com

Sears Explore My America Contest

Here's some info, fellow travelers on an opportunity to travel the highways of America, get videotaped along the way, and win some cash and prizes. Apply for the official application HERE!

The program will run from July 11 through August 28, 2010. Over the course of the program, we’ll launch three road trip teams on different routes each week. Each team’s mission is to interact with people along their assigned route, capture interesting stories of unique personalities and places throughout their journey, and upload their stories to the program website.

As each team files content from the road (written stories, photos, videos, etc.), web visitors track their daily progress, comment and vote for their favorites. Each team competes against one another to create the most compelling stories and win cash prizes. The team with the highest number of votes for that week will be awarded the weekly prize of a $500 Amex Gift Card.

In addition, each week, the team with the most compelling overall content (as determined by judges) will receive a $200 Sears Auto Center Gift Card. Select teams may also participate in additional segments of the road trip beyond their designated segment for an opportunity to win more prizes. Web visitors will also have the chance to win daily for their participation.

The Lost Girls

And the movement continues.....Nomad•ness has been making the connections lately!!!

The network, the Dream Team is building and I have some free swag I'm collecting to ship out to those around the world that want to become a part of the Nomad•ness movement. Train stations in NYC and Jersey have already been 'tagged'. I'm sure the NYC cleanup organizations love me right now. Shogonai! (It is what it is!)

Frankly, I've been busting my ass to get this blog out to every person, organization, group, and strangers that I feel can take something from it, as well as potentially help Nomad•ness build itself. Last night was major headway in that effort.

The first time I heard of The Lost Girls, I was in jury duty. A gentleman and I were talking about travels, as I drooled over his tales of backpacking Africa, I spit up on myself talking all about Nomad•ness. He dug it and also asked if I was familiar with these three women who had packed their bags a few years back, quit their jobs, left their boyfriends, and traveled around the world for a year, dubbing themselves 'the lost girls'.

Rewind back to last summer. I came home for a three week insert during my year in Japan/India and I wound up getting an invite to be an audience member for BET's Rising Icons. Psyched over the likes of Melonie Fiona, Kid Cudi, and Ryan Leslie, I had no idea that there would be two very important people in that greenroom with me. One being one of my India travel partners, Stephanie. The other being a lady named Whitney. Hours upon hours in a greenroom turn strangers into family, and conversation into networking. Whitney and I exchanged info and the communication commenced...on her end.

It wasn't until I returned from Japan, that I realized she had my old email address and had been checking up on me. To calm any potential fears of my disappearance, we got in touch. Drink dates went scheduled and canceled, then I got an email.

"Have you heard of The Lost Girls? I know one of them, Holly. She was telling me about her travels, and I told her about you. She wants to meet you!"

Bingo!

Within the last two weeks, I've been in touch with Holly, and last night I ended up at a mixer in Manhattan with a room full of young women world travelers, and enthusiasts. It was a massive breath of fresh air. I was in my element. My stickers were flying, business cards were gone, and the conversations lasted through two glasses of red wine and vegetarian spring rolls. With my signed copy of 'The Lost Girls', I was found again and again. Women who got me. Women who understood the need, the urge to keep going around this world. Check the lovely ladies out on their website HERE!

Holly, Jen, and Amanda I cannot thank you enough! Women it's time to support each other!

domestication...

I find, as a woman that craves independence under most situations, that when I am involved with a man I feel is worthy, I become domesticated. I begin doing things I'd otherwise not pay much notice to, like cooking.

Focus on the career building, dream creating, and positive progressions are now inserted with nights where I am, dare I say it, in the kitchen. This is nothing asked of me. To the contrary, I offer it up.

I feel that most women who usually run the show in their careers, and have that dominant personality, secretly crave for a man to bring out the domestic, stereotypically female traits, and even allow for them to show a submissive side.
I'm not against saying that, right now, I am her.

The conclusion to the month of May led to more than a few nights where I was tearing the kitchen down, with anticipation for catering to a man who has been on the go all day. I take pleasure in it. Yet, it's a rarity.

So much so, mid-conversation with my brother led to him asking me to REWIND and RESTATE what I was doing when I told him I was preparing dinner for my boyfriend. He laughed and sent a genuine congrats our way. It's been nearly five years since my last real relationship. So for me to be willingly in the kitchen, after a day of playing Superwoman, has to be something worth noting.

Am I the only one?