7 Kanye West Myths & The Truth Behind Them

It kills me to see people so confused about a cultural icon who constantly aims to help the world ryze… so I made this infographic to clear things up. Please share this and help the Kanye-confused get some Kanye-clarity 🙂 Plus I’ll love you...

Roller-Coaster Sharing Saga

Beautifully compelling hand-drawn price-tags were a creative move no other employee would’ve dreamed of. What can I say… …I couldn`t help applying some J-Ryze creative wisdom and artistry to the Grocery Stores signage, and I smiled, basking in the recognition of my natural talents, but the tension running up my spine told a different story. I’d had repeated thoughts of quitting. Although I loved Darryl, I felt that I wasn’t being appreciated by the franchise owner. Plus I dreamed of a better world: a new city where empire-builders unite to blaze a trail to a new standard of living. #TogetherWeRyze. So… …Despite living on my own, and needing the Fortino’s income, I dumped my girlfriend and quit the next day, with no real backup plan, besides "umm… sell my art?" *** But I felt free and in control. In charge of all my decisions, in control of my time and resources. Surely, I was on my path, and it felt like life was giving me an energizing reward for taking a scary step. Huge chunks of time opened up in my life: instead of commuting and grinding out a 9-to-5 in a job that barely allowed my love of form & function, I was studying the world’s legends, exhibiting my art and building websites for people. It didn’t last long. Shortly after I quit, my awesome landlord Biagio, who I deeply respected, and who invited me to his place for espresso every morning, apologetically chose to increase my rent. This set off a chain reaction of bouncing from place to place, business to business, girlfriend to girlfriend, all while...

Mucoceles, Cankers, & Bumps… Oh My!

Lump In My Mouth = Panic. Unloved. Depressed. Lethargic. Anxious. Frustrated. Hesitant. Meek. Those are some of the emotions I felt from a simple mucocele on my inner, lower-lip. I didn’t wanna consult for clients. I didn’t wanna talk to anyone. I didn’t wanna kiss my girls. I didn’t wanna eat. I didn’t wanna venture out into the world. I didn’t wanna do anything, until the lump was healed. Think about it: There were children without food/water in some parts of the world… There were people with full-body cancer just outside my Downtown Toronto apartment… There were people with cold sores from Herpes… And there I was with a pea-sized, benign bump on my lip, and my self-esteem & energy plummeted. Over-reaction? Maybe. All I know is how I felt, and my own personal experience, and it was extremely unpleasant. It might be because I’m ‘spoiled.’ I’m spoiled by great health, and robust insides, and generally care-free living. I’m used to ease. My whole life my metabolism’s quick and effortlessly processes things. For more than a decade, my immune systems’ been robust, and responds powerfully & appropriately. I’ve not had so much as a cold, disease or injury for years, and when something’s out of whack or not quite aligned in my body, I get borderline spastic. Like misery & temper-tantrum level. And that’s ok. It’s ok to feel that way. It’s ok to feel intense things about a ‘weird’ lump on your lip. And although I’m not a big fan of ‘problems’… I love solutions. I love wisdom. I love ideas. I love knowledge. I love options. I...