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CHARLES versus BUSY EARNIN’

Jungle-Busy-Earnin

We all have songs that speak to us and move us. Sometimes, songs represent us and express our current situation in life. Recently, as I wake up from a usually restless slumber, I have one song triumphantly trumpeting through my 7.1 sound system in full concert mode to reaffirm my purpose. This song is Jungle’s Busy Earnin’. 

In actuality, this song with its simple lyrics and extravagant and exciting instrumentation accurately represents my life from the moment I chose to be a self-determined human being. Many people call this hero them music or a champion’s song. I plainly call it- Soul music. Songs that speak to your soul creates a very personal relationship between you and the musicians. So, I must say thank you to Jungle for making my song.

I have attached the video for your viewing and listening pleasure. I also pasted Busy Earnin’s lyrics below the video. What song moves you or represents you? I want to know leave your song in the comments.

Jungle – Busy Earnin’  (Here is Jungle – Jungle album on iTunes)


Lyrics:
So you come a long way
But you’ll never have me
Never have things for a normal life
It’s time too busy earnin’
You can’t get enough

This BUSY EARNIN’
You can’t get enough

You think that all your time is used
Too BUSY EARNIN’
You can’t get enough

And I get always
But I bet it won’t change, no
Damn, that’s a boring life
It’s quite busy earnin’
You can’t get enough

This BUSY EARNIN’
You can’t get enough

You think that all your time is used
Too BUSY EARNIN’
You can’t get enough

Just busy earnin’

You can’t get enough

You think that all your time is used
Too BUSY EARNIN’
You can’t get enough

You think that all your time is used
Too BUSY EARNIN’
You can’t get enough

Just busy earnin’
You can’t get enough, no
Just busy earnin’

 

Design and Brand

For the last quarter-century, I’ve fell in love with brands and designs…
The moment that I could differentiate toys- the authentic Transformers from the knockoffs, I fell in love with brands. The day that I knew that Star Wars action figures lived in a different world than my He-Man action figures. Yet, they all could coexist in a world called my imagination. A brand lives in the imagination. Intuitively, we all know what a brand is. It’s far more than a logo, a physical form, a permeated manifestation. And it’s beyond the creation of an object, product, service, idea, or institution. A brand is the connection of our souls to this world, which guides us to build and categorize understanding. It lives in the minds and hearts of individuals and travels along the brainwaves and higher frequencies of the soul. It is birthed from stories and experiences that, over time, create feelings that are the catalyst of understanding. When enough people share those feelings, the brand comes to life. It becomes an apparition of our collective consciousness that haunts are longings. Continue reading Design and Brand

Imagination

I have finally come face-to-face with the killer of my imagination. It is the social construct of “acting like a responsible average adult.” Even though I have always been a reliable citizen and devout follower of the statutes and laws of the land, I’ve felt forced to shed my imagination to pursue the stable American lifestyle. I never guessed that I would allow myself to be the nail that gets hammered down for sticking too far up. But, I’m here, and I somehow allowed myself to be hammered by the weight of the world. Continue reading Imagination

Boss Lessons

As a child, my father chiseled and sculpted my brother and I with strong family values, a unique sense of self, and a strong work ethic. He raised us to be “the working man’s nobility.” The Babb family are regal simply complex people- nobles in their own right. We walk with the demeanor of knowledgeable, determined, inspired, earnest, honest, and diligent artisans. We aren’t people in love with our work, we love the ability to work. Waking up and knowing that there is a place that we can work drives us to be better people. We are a family that believe people should die working because we will be measured and remembered by our work. That measurement of work is seen in our children and the impressions that we leave on people. We recognize that pleasure is best after a good deal of work is completed and obstacles are overcame with our nimble dexterity. Even without an employer, the Babbs still find work to occupy their time. Work provides a sense of self-worth. My father taught me that it isn’t the salary or financial wealth that defines your self-worth, but it is the impact of your work that defines your self-worth. 

My father began teaching me his philosophy of work before I could even formulate an intelligent sentence. He reinforced his lessons during the small activities sucha as tieing a shoe. You don’t want to just tie your shoe; you want to tie your shoe in a way that it doesn’t fall untied and you need to learn how to do it yourself. He taught us to take pride in our work because “work” is an extension of our identity. As young African-American men, there is a stereotype that we are not honest, earnest, and hardworking individuals. The stereotype suggests that we cut corners, dishonestly hustle, and nickel and dime our way into success. As a result, my father taught my brother and I to be twice as good in order to combat the negative stereotype that has been created for African-American men since the time our ancestors were brought over on slave ships. 
My father’s lessons and dreams have shaped my brother and I into overachievers in order to get any credit from our superiors. I remember even coloring, my father noticed how I went out of the lines just a little bit, he reiterated to me the rest of the coloring job was good, but people will only notice the part I colored out of the lines. He continued to tell me there is nothing wrong with making mistakes, but mistakes are the only thing that people remember in times of despair. So, your successes during these times are of dire importance. He taught us to be fearless and push through the boundaries and remain successful in our endeavors. Failure was never an option growing up, and people defeat failure by working through it. My father’s hammer and chisel chipped my brother and my close friends into champions. My father is a champion. Champions work and overcome adversity. With this long-winded introduction, I dedicate this blog to my first and most important physical boss- my father.
In my short lifetime, I’ve had many bosses. I’ve been fortunate enough to have good men and women as bosses. From my first official job at Micro-City Government (14 years young) to my most recent job at Gorilla Systems Corporation, my bosses have been wonderful people and even better mentors. I’ve learned more from them than they cared to teach. I’ve learned from their mannerisms that exhibit leadership to the ways they make hard decisions. I’ve noticed how they handle their frustrations and how they managed their successes. I’ve watched as their visions dimmed, and how they cast light toward an even brighter and better vision. In the absence of my father, my bosses taught me life lessons that inspire and fuel me in my real job, which is a life of success. 
In the course of my 31 years on planet Earth, my father tasked me with my main occupation which is work toward a successful living. Success is more than a way of life. It is work. You must work at success in order to be successful. As I have the privilege to eat from the tree of success, I would like to pour the libations of my sweat across its’ roots in dedication to my bosses and their bosses that made them the individuals they are today. If it weren’t for great bosses in my past, I would not be the person that I am today. 
I’ve worked in numerous positions in many different and diverse industries. I’ve worked each position like it was the last thing that I would do in life. I’ve been fortunate to have bosses to notice my passion for work and direct me through the mine fields that destroy ambitious people and point me toward success. For their leadership, I only offer my loyalty. As I write this, I debate if I should embellish the readers of my blog with some of my bosses’ lessons…. 
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I’ve decided to keep them locked away in my mind and my heart. If I ever become someone’s boss, then they will get the key to the lockboxes that hold the ideas, philosophies, and actions of the people that held my hand on the stairway to success. My dear readers, I do apologize because my intention was to tell you some of the lessons from these great people, but I would rather you stroll down your own memory lane and revisit some of the lessons your bosses, good and bad, taught you on how to work toward success.
Cheers and thank you for understanding. 
Matter of fact, I’m about to take stroll down memory lane and this time I’m bringing my heart’s camera just to capture something that I may have missed on my journey.

Intelligent Quotient

This why I haven’t been blogging lately….

Mogulism Lesson 1: Point A to Point B

Change… It is the most beautiful thing in the world. It is so beautiful that most of us fear it. Change… Just hearing the word provokes a million images in my mind. I love change. I’m a proponent for change. My life has always been about change.

I’ve learned it is the core of all moguls. They desire constant elevation. Constant elevation induces growth. Growth leads to change. Change leads to elevation. The cycle continues. For example, I’ve made the decision to write this blog in freeflow. There are no adherence to English structure. I just want to write my emotions, and emotions do not follow rules nor order. This is the first lesson of moguls: allow your logic and emotions guide your decision making. Feel your gut. Society’s rules cannot force a mogul to conform. They move to the spark of their emotions.

Moguls harness the energy of their emotions with logic and use it in business and creative endeavors. They only seek what makes their souls content. Their goals are power, freedom, and happiness. We, as average humans, believe living in a world that changes on a whim is crazy. We claim to want the same goals; however, we believe power, freedom, and happiness are unattainable in this life. We poke fun at or admire the moguls that chase such “ridiculous” goals. We accuse the money has made these moguls go crazy. We say “why can’t they be happy with all that money?” or “Look at her, the money has drove her crazy?” We don’t understand these people learned that it isn’t the money that makes people happy, but the things that move the heart. Those things can change at the drop of the dime, thus making stability impossible. These persecutors of change value stability over happiness. These individuals believe stability will lead to happiness. This is the most illogical theory ever conceived. Einstein said it best. Doing the same things day after day, expecting change is insanity.

For the reader that seeks to improve his current situation, why do you perform the same things day after day? We need to move from point A to point B not point A to another point A. Point B may not be the right choice, just make sure it is better than point A. Eventually, one of our point B’s will be the right choice. We will have learned how to pick not only the best choice, but the right choice. Understanding how to choose is just as important as our choices. Today, I will choose change.

What are you choosing today?

Orlando Bound

Okay. Okay. I know I said Los Angeles would be my last move. But, my Gemini nature keeps chipping at my soul. Like all other Air signs, I have to move and saunter through time and space. Life is good to me, so I know it will get better. My life is like wine. The longer I maintain and take care of it, the better it taste. Even though, there are some individuals that wish for me to pour a bitter draft. I will continue to strive and elevate my existence in this world. Besides, there are no rules! There is no guide book! I can only make the right decision.

For you all that don’t know, I have decided to leave this Hollywood lifestyle alone for a year and head back into grad school. Yes, another degree and another learning experience. This time, I’m chasing a lifelong dream. After producing Street Fury DVD for over two years, the only logical step for me was to chase after the dream of video game producer. I’m the guy that writes poetry, treatments, stories, and screenplays easier than a starving person diving into a feast. Even in the midst of writing two screenplays, I have taken the time to start a video game storyline. Back to the main story…

SO, I’m off to Orlando. Heading back to the south. Man, I missed the south. Who would have thought leaving the south to go overseas- visiting more than seven countries and moving to paradise would have made me long for my youthful stomping grounds. New beginnings are always good with Charles Babb. I seem the most creative in the hatching process. My energy is high and the environment hasn’t taken its toll on me. My cycle in a single location is still two years. Well, Florida will be no different. Because the Masters degree in video game design will place me one step closer to fulfilling the childhood dream. After I get that paper, I must become very resourceful and utilize all my mojo to make my millions in a billion dollar industry. Believe me, I’ve been planning a lifetime for this.

Cheers,