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Sneaking Into North Koreatown

#late night basement #chris rose #kemp baldwin #north korea #north koreatown #koreatown #why can't we be friends #I love new york #vice #comedy #Man On The Street #midtown #manhattan

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Best Animated Feature: The Wolf of Wall Street -- All Wolves on Wall Street Go to Heaven

#The Wolf of Wall Street #All Dogs Go To Heaven #Oscar #Mash Up #Best Animated Feature #kemp baldwin #late night basement

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Movie President's Day

#Move Presidents #president's day #late night basement #kemp baldwin #chris rose #grand central station #indepedence day #Man On The Street #air force one #president #west wing #scandal

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Eat Your Super Powers at the White House

Here's a Super Sprowtz video I wrote and directed at the White House. 

#Super Sprowtz #White House #Let's Move #Sam Kass

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Santacon 2013: Is Santa Jolly or Just Drunk?

#santacon #santa claus #mrs. claus #drinking #drunk #santacon nyc #happy holidays #merry christmas #Man On The Street #late night basement #kemp baldwin

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The Real And Not So Real Effects Of The Government Shutdown

#Late Night Basement #government shutdown #furlough #fake furlough #Kemp Baldwin #Chris Rose #East River #s.h.i.e.l.d. #Avenue of the Americas

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New York's Newest Sex Scandal Candidate

He's not afraid to roll up his sleeves, take off his pants and get dirty.

#Late Night Basement #Sex scandal #anthony weiner #elliot spitzer #new york #man on the street #Kemp Baldwin #Chris Rose #politics #mayor

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Jay-Z's New Dad-Hop Album

These beats are as fresh as a baby.

#jay z #blue ivy #Kemp Baldwin #Late Night Basement #Chris Rose #pharrell #timbaland #baby beats #Rick Rubin

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Guy Fieri's Restaurant Moves To Williamsburg 

A little video I helped write.

#Guy Fieri #Kemp Baldwin #Chris Rose #Late Night Basement #Factory Farm to Table #Williamsburg #Hipsters #hipster outrage #Guys American Kitchen

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James Baldwin Was My Grandfather

By Kemp Baldwin

  James Baldwin, the famous black homosexual author, was my grandfather.  We called him Jimmy. Although I’ve never read any of his books, I did know him after he supposedly died of cancer in 1987. By then he was a bald, white Republican with a penchant for mid-afternoon cocktails and wearing silly hats or whip cream on his head during the holidays.

No one in my family ever talks about Jimmy’s early days when he was famous, black, and gay and I can’t remember them. This raised the first red flag and made me wonder if my family was in fact a bunch of homophobic racists, since clearly fame has never frightened a Baldwin. However, as an aspiring world famous writer myself, it is nice to know that I have his talent swimming about my gene pool somewhere. It gives me the confidence to punch those keys like a monkey searching for Shakespeare when I roll out of bed at the crack of noon. I have to assume Jimmy (James) thought this would suffice because that rich chameleon decided not to leave me a scrap of inheritance – not even a signed book. Go tell that on a fucking mountain.

When Jimmy actually passed away from cancer in 2002, I started longing for information. I wanted to connect, find some closure, and untangle the mystery of his assorted histories. This was the man that begot my begetter and I knew almost nothing about him before the twilight of his life.  I missed him – the white him and the black him, despite not knowing that darker side of him. In all honesty, I’ve always felt pretty black despite being extremely white. Maybe my grandfather’s melanin reversal can explain my natural dance moves. (Is that racist? Really? How can I be racist when one of my favorite grandfathers was black.)

I dug through the family archives to no avail. Our family pictures only capture him when he was white. But thanks to the advent of the Internet, I’m able to see my grandfather in his hey day.

Looking at this picture made me cry. I’ve never I felt closer to my grandfather than I did when I saw him in the arms of Marlon Brando, who I assume was his secret lover or my grandmother, Jean.

Take another look: The resemblance is uncanny. We share a gap between our front teeth, which he sadly lost when he became white. We also wear the same sunglasses, which I know is a sign of our shared appreciation for Top Gun – Kelly McGillis and jet fighters for me and fighter pilots playing volleyball with their shirts off for Grandpa.

However, I realized, after scouring our family records, pictures, and interviewing family members at length, that my hypothesis about my brilliant homosexual black grandfather’s metamorphosis into a jovial overweight pasty white man, married with three extremely caucasian children, was flawed.  I say this because while I discovered no family record of my black grandfather, I found many photos of my father as a pale white blob of a child with Jimmy, who was also shockingly and unmistakably white at a time when he was famous for being black. There are hundreds of these pictures. Confused, I asked my father pointedly what Jimmy did for a living.  His answer seemed far-fetched to the point of being absurd, like a lie told to a child that he embellished endlessly to convince himself it was true.

According to my dad, Jimmy sold fire-trucks. He also sold wire to help with the war effort and piping to help build the interstate. He fed America with sandwiches and housed them with an inn. To my father, Jimmy was sort of super-hero salesman, but one that never made much money. Yet somehow my father’s family lived very comfortably on the Connecticut shoreline and he and his siblings went to private schools. The dots didn’t connect. 

What I have come to realize is my grandfather, James Baldwin, did not have a Kakfa-esque event one morning. He had a Kafka-esque moment every morning. Until retiring from the written word, he woke up and became black and gay so people would respect him as an artist. But he never brought his work home. He did what he had to do to provide for his family at a time when you couldn’t be the seminal gay African-American author of the century as a chubby, white Republican. Oh, how the times have changed.

#James Baldwin #Grandfather #Famous Authors #literature #Franz Kafka #Marlon Brando #Jimmy Baldwin #Top Gun #Go Tell It On The Mountain #Shakespeare #Baldwin #Grandpa #Grandparent #Humor #Shouts and Murmurs

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Excuse Me, Do I Know You From Somewhere on the Internet?

Excuse me. Hi.  I never approach women at bars, but do I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar.

Come on, where do I know you from? Seriously, this isn’t just a cheesy pick-up line. I feel I’ve seen you so many times before.

Wait, are you on Okcupid.com? The dating site? Yes! You’re the girl with labradoodle with three legs, right?  She’s so cute. Poor pup’s got a cross to bear.

That’s not you? Really? I swear I won’t tell anyone.

No? Okay, my mistake.

* * *

Pardon me again, but I think I’ve got it.

Honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t figure this out the instant I saw you. I’d know those beautiful blue eyes anywhere. You’re on Match.com. Eternallyblue2?

You’re kidding me? I would have sworn…

Right, your eyes are green. Sorry, I’ll leave you alone now.

* * *

Me again.

I was wrong. It was e-Harmony. We were matched for compatibility. You’re from Hoboken, love Thai kickboxing, have a pet rat, and consider yourself a foodie. Why didn’t we ever go out? I mean I love rats and Hoboken.

Get out! You’re pulling my leg? That has to be you. 

Hold on, you hate rats? But their piercing red eyes are like, so comforting… Jeez, well, now I’m just embarrassed. Enjoy your meal.

* * *

Boom! There it is!

Thank you for bending over to grab your fork. Clearly, I needed a hint. Luckily, your cleavage is burned into my memory. Adultfrienderfinder.com, am I right? You’re Bouncemybust_69! I always felt this primal connection to you but was too nervous to send you a message because, well, bondage frightens me a tad bit. But clearly, you don’t always wear leather and chains. I’m so glad we finally met in person. You really have a beautiful smile without the ball gag.

Oh, throwing water in my face, that’s kinky. Two can play at that game…

Shit that hurt.  There’s no need to slap me. It was just an honest mistake.

Okay, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry. I’m going.

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Umm, why are you following me? It really was just an honest mistake and I apologized. It’s not cool to stalk…

Oh, you live right next door to me. Well now, that explains why you look so familiar…

Hey, so are you on facebook?

By Kemp Baldwin

#Okcupid #e-harmony #Match.com #Online Dating #Adultfriendfinder #pick-up lines #Valentine's Day #Hit on #Modern Problems #Comedy #Jokes #Humor #Shouts & Murmurs

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Happy New Year, Grumpy Old Year

#Happy New Year Grumpy Old Year #New Year's Resolutions #Happy New Year #Grumpy Old Year #Auld Lang Syne #New Year's Glasses #Passed out #2012 #Mayan Calendar #2011 #Puppets #Tux #Black Tie