Knowing that "me" is inextricably linked to blackness, [I try to enjoy] the process of expanding beyond the expected boundaries set by existing culture, norms and media.

As far as hip-hop is concerned, I'm no expert and rarely think consciously about how I "represent" hip-hop.

As I've submerged myself in news of the revolutions sweeping North Africa and the Middle East, I wanted desperately to feel part of what was going on. And then it hit me: This is what white people were doing to me after Obama was elected!

By the time I got to Harvard, I feel like I knew who I was, and my job there was to throw as much against the wall as possible, to see what would stick.

Okay, well, if motion is the constant, how can I remain in motion?

New York has been the best gift, in that the city pushes me to so many next levels.

You can call me namastunde or surfatunde. Either works.