Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
He's pretty dope.
Carries a Bobbito type vibe; to me, that is. LOL, maybe? Not so much.
And his site is pretty dope as well.
btw: McCain's defeatist attitude is just downright sexy. LMAO. It's in the bag, folks. Let's just not do anything too image damaging for another 6 days, and we've got this.
Now I'm sitting in the house, quarintining myself; trying to find something On Demand. I feel like laughing, because nasal congestion is already depressing enough, so I find some comedies to narrow down my search. Bam. Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. I never went to see it when it came out in theaters; I was a little skeptical of how funny it would really be; and when it started coming on cable I only caught bits and pieces of it. But now, I've finally grabbed the chance to watch it from beginning to end.
I laughed so hard the congestion disappeared.
The movie isn't split-your-side-funny...unless you're a fan of dry humor, sarcasm and subliminal jokes. The messages in this movie are worth paying attention to, and the delivery of each one is pretty creative. I dug it.
Back to my homemade herbal tea, chicken broth and movie watching.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
This means...no XBOX, which means no Halo, no Rock Band, CoD4; no internet, no blogspot, no TV...and NO HEAT!!!
Noooooo bueno. Seriously.
I'm lucky to be typing this at work, we had a blackout here for a few minutes. Everyone started screaming like we're in some bad horror flick. Chillax. This is the library. All the kids are devastated because they have to...dun dun dun!!! Re-type their Myspace comments!
>= give me a break.
Moms just texted me. I asked her if the electricity was still out...it was before I left for work, hours ago.
"Yup...and if it's still off at 7:30, I'm going to the movies to see Pride and Glory!"
Hip hip, hooray.
Looks like I'll be reading Exodus and writing a few poems for the rest of the day. No biggie. Need some poem postage to bring some life to this blog anyway! Ha! I always prevail!
Too much? Maybe?
Probably. But here goes nothing...10 minutes left in my work day, so I'm outtie.
Monday, October 27, 2008
So...I'm uber hyper right now.
*side note* I'm sending my thoughts and prayers out to Jennifer Hudson. This has absolutely NOTHING to do with this blog, but I'm looking at cnn.com, and they just reported that the SUV's been found; possibly with the body of a little black boy inside. Sick, sick world we're living in.
Friday, October 24, 2008
"No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will
shine)The high yellow moon won't come out to play(that
high yellow moon won't come out to play)I said (darkness) darkness has covered my
light,(and the stage) And the stage my day into night,
yeah.Where is the love to be found?
(oo-ooh-ooh)Won't someone tell me?'Cause my (sweet life) life
must be somewhere to be found -(must be somewhere for me)Instead of concrete
jungle (la la-la!),Where the living is harder (la-la!)."-Bob Marley and the Wailers, "Concrete Jungle"
Saved my life on many occasions.
Bob's pretty friggin awesome. I've always been a listener/lover; my parents raised me up on the Wailers, and I remember cleaning up the house on Saturday mornings (in a big ass Garfield nightgown) chanting about "burning and ah looting". But with age comes wisdom (hopefully) and now instead of polishing furniture, I'm listening to Bob tell the very stories my heart has known since before I arrived on this earth.
The past couple of weeks have been pretty rough for me, for various reasons, but I'm just noticing that I picked up on my frequent listening to this wonderful prophet/musician/man. He's actually helped me make it through some days where I really didn't feel like doing anything but laying in the bed and throwing a non-stop pity party. Marley's like...the world's most famous griot. Seriously.
Bottom Line: Robert Nesta Marley is dope. And if you don't know...you need to. And...if you're not spitting some semblance of the knowledge of this man, you're damn sure wasting your time talking to me.
-BTW. If I had been born...maybe in the early/late 50s...I would have married this man. I swear it.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Won't get into specifics...not necessary...and dwelling on the negative is soooo...negative.
Had a close call with Scuba Steve.
But, we're cool.
Lots of tears shed, from mine and his eyes.
(sorry if I made you seem soft, babe; but I wanna tell this story)
What I do love most about Monday is the simple fact that we were adults about the whole situation. No raised voices, no words said that were better left unsaid. Just raw emotion. And hurt feelings.
I told him I was disappointed. But...if we are both willing to communicate, no matter the circumstance, then things would work between us. It won't be easy, but if we both love eachother like we say we do, there's no problem we can't conquer together. Granted, the situation presented should have left one of us pissed off, and one hurting (you figure out who), but here are some things I learned during this relationship:
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Fall has also been host to some not-so-great times in my life, i.e. my near death experience, paternal issues that my family made it through miraculously, and more recently the death of a woman whose impact on my life and others' lives will never be surpassed.
All seasons represent change, but fall represents what's in between that change. The temperature transitions to a mild warmth, free of humidity. Leaves fall to the ground in preparation for the new cluster to sprout from the trees, while some plants either die or cease growth to prepare for the harsh winter. Fall is full of metaphors, similies, analogies, rhythm and stories.
Fall is the ultimate poem I am desperate to write.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Whenever I get my chance, I will personally thank this guy. His awesomeness level has just shot through the roof!
To set the record straight: I'm a music lover. No bias against any genre; I'll listen to just about anything. BUT...I have a problem with garbage. No offense to listeners of today's music--everyone's entitled to an opinion, true--but I need something that has SUBSTANCE. My brain will pretty much turn to shit if I listen to someone who's "dunn dunn it all" all day. And, I also understand that one can't stay stuck in the past...but if that's the only place I can hold a conversation about a Black Star track, without confused looks, then so be it. I really try to open my ears to whatever's on the radio, stay "hip to the times"; but donks and talks of getting silly keep making my ears bleed. And imagine my confusion when I tried to give "the baddest bitch" a chance, turned on a slow track, and started hearing about her expressing her love of bumping uglies? Everyone wants to be a goon, and we as listeners accept it as long as my fingers keep snapping; there's no longer a head nodding effect, we're all dancers now. Who cares about the song, is the hook right? If I can't wave my louie rag/gucci bandana to it, or ride around in my ridiculously unafforable whip; without getting anything but jealous stares, I don't wanna listen to it!
Plain and simple, I miss music in its raw, unique and edgy form. And I'm talking about every genre I listen to. Ne-Yo gets a shout out for taking one word and making it (in my opinion) the official ladies' anthem of the...?? When was the last official ladies' anthem? Who knows. Point is, Ne-Yo called us "I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T", but didn't contradict himself by calling us bitches right after, or complimenting our head game. Kudos to you, Ne-Yo. He's not just helping to ressurect the gentleman, he's bringing back the man. Let's hope others begin to follow suit...so some of these lost females can feel good about themselves, outside of having the phattest ass on the block. I prefer having the biggest brain, not the biggest chain.
Just to sum it up, no one can better explain how I'm feeling than my favorite slept on emcee--Joe Budden.
"...saw a video called "Lookin' Ass Nigga", grabbed the remote; tired of lookin' at niggas."
I can't recognize the love of my life anymore. Something's definitely wrong.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I figured my "about me" was really kind of short, so I jacked some info from my Myspace life to share with you. But of course, being a multi dimnensional human such as my self (forgive the vanity again), this little peek into the window of the universe that is my mind will never be enough. Enjoy. And expect a new blog from me when...well, when I get that urge.