THE SEPIA-AESTHETICS
BY ERIC G. SATTERWHITE
Supreme MATH-Athletic: The Sepia Aesthetics
Last we dined we elected to unwind printed/verbalized redundancy from the talking head paradigm…legless drivel uttered with vitriolic lemony sublime…the
citrus of pancake sour face uttered at clocks of prime.
So beloveds it’s lastingness to do the analysis– of the canned expertise (that can’t quantify the actuality) without roping it in to mumbo jumbo statistical
paralysis…the byproduct of nonsense biased/self-loathing providence camera captured rudderless remnants.
Reminiscences?
Walk with me as we open up a new periphery….
lifeless data– to organic wisdom.
Hence the live Sports broadcaster after surveying a splendorous Black Athletic realization instantaneously responding with the familiar homilies, “Unbelievable”!
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The point? Straddling the statistical fence obstructs the transformation to meta-magnificence…under the guise of numerical innocence. Black Athletes get trapped
in a quick fix numerical matrix a remixed flip flop flipped script…like this…stone to sticks. Silly tricks? Know this…
ONLY HUMANS CAN CONVERT DATA TO WISDOM!
In the Oral tradition of African storytelling here’s a BASN rendition:
A teacher (Mr. Tektronix) vanguards a class of middle school students to tour a facility that houses the Supercomputer nicknamed “SC”.
Upon facing this
technological wonder Mr. Tektronix deducts to his wily neophytes, “SC can compute answers swifter than all the combined efforts of present humanity.’ Mr.
Tektronix then parceled out to SC a throng of surpassingly herculean mathematical questions. And within seconds, SC spat out flawless answers.
Mr.Tektronix then canvassed his resplendent students from the upper echelon of measured Intelligent Quotient, “You may ask SC anything”. After a unified student
chorus of “anything” in response to Mr. Tektronix’s proposition an inquisitive lass (without sass) named Organica articulated she had a question. Organica
proceeded to ask SC, “Hello SC how are you?”
There was no response. Actually there was NEVER a response even after Mr.Tektronix was assured no one unplugged SC, no hack attack, and zero computer
virus.
The aforementioned story illustrates that to switch on all the requisites necessary to Artificially “Intelligent-size” Black Athletic excellence escapes the
Supercomputer niche.
No matter how hypersonic a Supercomputer waxes it will retrench the self-awareness cardinal to answer the question “How are you?”
without HUMAN intervention…
An automaton that cannot see itself cannot correct itself– nor gauge the components involved in say–Black Athletic excellence.
Statistical/Data reliance are coded by HUMANS whereas the Supercomputer lacks the wisdom possessed by a baby. It can’t answer profound questions like, “Does GOD exist”? Yet Human’s such as basketball legend Larry Bird elucidated with brevity the question of GOD in black athletic expression.
In April 1986 Larry Legend after smashing round-ball atoms adjacent hoop savant Michael Jordan Bird reprised, “I think he’s GOD disguised as Michael Jordan.”
Halle Berry! Forgive me…HALLELUJAH!
Oh yeah Larry Bird was not looking at a stat sheet…in the world of Black Athletic efficiency, it’s the Supercomputer that seeks to measure Black Athletic wizardry (Sports Pseudoscience) — to not only define what synthesizes it super– but BEYOND SUPER!

BLACK OUT
Something interesting is happening to the ubiquitous back-slapping fests that dominate celebrity coverage: they are becoming fiercely politicised. I don’t mean just the odd liberal speech or cause that is paid lip service by some luvvie, I mean lines are being drawn. The Oscars row about “diversity” is not going to go away. Nor should it. Last night Simon Amstell introduced the Evening Standard Film Awards by saying it had been “another great year for white men”. He then handed the best actor prize to Idris Elba for Beasts of No Nation. Elba, who has been vocal about this issue, said “a change is coming”.
That this played out on mainstream TV is significant, as is the superb new video for Formation. Here, this superstar locates herself in time and place – in other words, in her own political history. A black woman of the south, she remembers Katrina, the aftermath of which made clear to many the then-President Bush’s open reluctance to care for the black population. She shows the “Stop shooting us” graffiti of the present, a slogan of the Black Lives Matter movement. Backstage at Super Bowl, her dancers held up a sign saying, “Justice 4 Mario Woods”, a black man shot dead by several police in San Francisco for refusing to drop a knife.
This is not some sudden awakening for Beyonce – she has given £7 million to the homeless in Houston, her home city, she and her husband Jay Z have bailed out Black Lives Matter protesters in Ferguson and Baltimore. But now she is moving this highly visible assertion of identity centre stage. Her blackness, her femaleness, her pride, her politics, are not some kind of mysterious subtext.
It’s impossible to miss, just as the arguments around the Oscars and “whiteness” are impossible to miss. This matters right now, as the presidential candidates line up in the states, and the rhetoric around race becomes more and more polarised. Donald Trump has said of Black Lives Matter: “I think they’re trouble. I think they’re looking for trouble.” Hillary Clinton seeks to shore up the black votes she thinks are rightfully hers. She has had several faltering conversations in which she talks of systemic change. Her ground is not as sure as it once was because these new activists are sick of promises.
The assumption that they will be represented by the white political system is being challenged. The more Black Lives Matter is ignored or bypassed politically, the more it will be present culturally. Artists like Beyoncé and Janelle Monae (who has been speaking out on this issue too) are amazingly powerful. What is striking is that they are no longer asking to be “let in” to the culture. They are the culture.