you may see a man doing his evening prayers in Battery Park and gain a
truer understanding of faith with the realization that a garbage bag is just as good a prayer rug as any.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
One day
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Fwd: If you have flaccid issues, it can be cured. context
i do so enjoy good spam
-------- Original Message --------
{there was a bunch of wholly incoherent fake news stories here}
-------- Original Message --------
| Subject: | If you have flaccid issues, it can be cured. context |
|---|---|
| Date: | Sat, 22 Apr 2006 19:47:43 -0800 |
| From: | Giustino Echols <kjpjmud@hispeed.ch> |
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We sell that little pill that everyone is talking
about and as low as 1.56 cents each!
Wow. Unbelievable pricing.
Visit {bs website was here}
for ordering. Sincerely, Marney Nava Customer Service Team
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Maybe It's Just a Phase...
It's been a while since I said this, so allow me to reitterate:
Corp. Amerikka wants YOU to kill yourself.
Well, not so much YOU as those, of YOU who have working class or less money, are a minority... that kind of thing. Of course, this is done purely for YOUr own good.
So YOU can have tasty, cheap food; so they can pay YOU tasty, low wages.
Not the same at all. Terribly different.
My bad.
Corp. Amerikka wants YOU to kill yourself.
Well, not so much YOU as those, of YOU who have working class or less money, are a minority... that kind of thing. Of course, this is done purely for YOUr own good.
So YOU can have tasty, cheap food; so they can pay YOU tasty, low wages.
Not the same at all. Terribly different.
My bad.
Loose Ends?
I was just listening to "Watching You". For the first time it has
occurred to me that purring while revealing your knowledge of your mate's
cheating to them has a way of making it seem as though you might
actually be enthused about said cheating...the upbeat arrangement sort
confuses things as well.
Of course it could be rather effective set up for revenge.
mmm...fatal attraction...
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I want a road bike
Somebody buy me a road bike
if you'd follow instructions, I could've bought one by now.
pay off my cc, and I'll by you a bike.
pay off my school loans and my cc and I'll buy us both a bike (each).
debt kills communities of not-haves like
bladedrenchedinbloodstickingupfromicewherehungrywolvesroam
argh
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Houston's two "largest" churches merge for Easter Sunday
Wow
By "largest", I assume it means largest of each of those repping the cities two largest "ethinicites".
By "largest", I assume it means largest of each of those repping the cities two largest "ethinicites".
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Danin California
I caught VH1 accicdently showing a music video just now, "Dani
California", Red Hot Chili Peppers.
I defy you to name all of the video references therein.
I didn't realize I missed Flea... Hm.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
The Ugly/The Sublime
In the "NYC is the most ugly and the most beautiful of humanity at the same time" vein,
Sunday night I was getting on the ferry and a saw a woman holding a baby reach behind her and swipe at a single-digit-year-old girl's face. Then she turned around and snatched the girl by her braids. There was a somewhat matter-of-fact way of the girl's reaction that said she was not unused to it...I was on the phone at the time...wondered aloud if I should do something.
Monday night I got onto the 62 bus (the last leg of my commute back home that involves MTA). I sat down across from a Black* man and a female toddler in a stroller. They were playing and she took a swipe at his face. He knodded his head back slightly to avoid the blow and momentarily stuck his bottom lip out in a feigned pout. The little girl reached out to hug/kiss** him in supplication.
I'm still trying to figure out which is my favorite: seeing Black fathers with sons or seeing Black fathers with daughters.
*he was about my brownyellowy tone and in this town that can mean a myriad of things, so I'm calling him Black to make it easy.
**as much as you can call her putting her wide open mouth on his cheek a kiss. They're fun when their still learning. Mmm... toddler saliva.
Sunday night I was getting on the ferry and a saw a woman holding a baby reach behind her and swipe at a single-digit-year-old girl's face. Then she turned around and snatched the girl by her braids. There was a somewhat matter-of-fact way of the girl's reaction that said she was not unused to it...I was on the phone at the time...wondered aloud if I should do something.
Monday night I got onto the 62 bus (the last leg of my commute back home that involves MTA). I sat down across from a Black* man and a female toddler in a stroller. They were playing and she took a swipe at his face. He knodded his head back slightly to avoid the blow and momentarily stuck his bottom lip out in a feigned pout. The little girl reached out to hug/kiss** him in supplication.
I'm still trying to figure out which is my favorite: seeing Black fathers with sons or seeing Black fathers with daughters.
*he was about my brownyellowy tone and in this town that can mean a myriad of things, so I'm calling him Black to make it easy.
**as much as you can call her putting her wide open mouth on his cheek a kiss. They're fun when their still learning. Mmm... toddler saliva.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
More Stupid: NBA Edition
More unnecessary dress code nagging.
Apparently, Mr. Stern doesn't undertand the usefulness of theraputic compression.
Apparently, Mr. Stern doesn't undertand the usefulness of theraputic compression.
School Loans
are a horrible and unnatural beast ( as is credit in general), and they should be avoided if at all feasible.
But we are told "you need an education"! (an education which has roots in the tradition of training the children of the rich on the finer points of being properly rich)
we're also told we need a car loan, a home loan, a loan to cover the purchase of the engagement ring (that you need) and the wedding ring (that you need) the church, the dress, etc.
If you believe you need it, perhaps you do.
I have my doubts.
But we are told "you need an education"! (an education which has roots in the tradition of training the children of the rich on the finer points of being properly rich)
we're also told we need a car loan, a home loan, a loan to cover the purchase of the engagement ring (that you need) and the wedding ring (that you need) the church, the dress, etc.
If you believe you need it, perhaps you do.
I have my doubts.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Wow
What a month.
For a while I thought it was just 1995,
Then I thought it was years that end in 5,
For a second I thought it might be March,
Now, I just don't know,
Never take the path for granted.
For a while I thought it was just 1995,
Then I thought it was years that end in 5,
For a second I thought it might be March,
Now, I just don't know,
Never take the path for granted.
UCLA needs to hire better writers
 UCLA Student Section pregame cheer; leading The Den in the "is this a basketball?" chant before the elite 8 game versus Memphis. UCLA won and is headed to the final four! | |||
Mardi Grad Indians
I just emailed somebody about whether the Indians masked in NO this year. Then it occurred to me to use Google. Found the below. I really respect the Times-Picayune now. Anderson Cooper has been gettnig all the credit for covering K-Trina, but the T-P has really been the responsible for the best reporting (so say I).
read:
Indian tradition marches on in devastated neighborhoods
Spiritual songs embody resilience of city's tribes
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
By Trymaine Lee
Staff writer
In the heart of the Lower 9th Ward, in the now-lifeless streets of the neighborhood torn asunder, the sacred Mardi Gras Indian hymn "My Indian Red" wafted over the hallowed stomping ground of the Red Hawk Hunters on Tuesday.
Tambourines rattled, occasionally booming beneath the hands of tribesmen -- black men masked as Native American warriors -- who were draped in lavish greens, blues and whites. Their feathers and plumes danced and shook upon a backdrop of flood debris: crumbled homes, abandoned vehicles coated in the grime of receded floodwaters and the other assorted detritus Hurricane Katrina left in its wake.
Decimated primarily black neighborhoods in New Orleans were once home to hundreds of such warriors, but after Katrina, many are now far from their flooded homes and are unsure whether they'll ever return to the city, much less mask on Mardi Gras.
But in the Lower 9th Ward, Uptown and downtown around the Treme neighborhood Tuesday, Mardi Gras Indians from cross-city tribes made a clear statement: The back of the city's black tribal community is weary but not yet broken.
"God's people will always stand strong," said Nelson Burke, big chief of the Red Hawk Hunters. Nelson led his tribe in soulful chants and cries, surrounded by his spy boy, flag boy and wild man just yards from where the levee broke, causing the flooding that drowned so many.
Walk through history
The tribe's members masked harder than ever, one onlooker said Tuesday. And they danced in the footsteps of those who came before them. And they chanted, the sun bouncing from bejeweled patterns and story boards embroidered into their suits. The history in jeweled landscapes across their chests and backs, legs and arms told the tale of the "red man" fighting off the "white man" on his own land.
History teaches that black Mardi Gras Indians mask to honor the Native American communities that accepted runaway slaves into their tribes, said Cherice Nelson, Mardi Gras Indians historian and council queen of the Guardians of the Flame tribe. They honor the people who never allowed the white man to enslave them. Long ago, Nelson said, white people wouldn't dare go onto Native American land to retrieve slaves.
"My Indian Red" and its hundred-year-old rhythms is more of a prayer than a song, a call and response pitched to God to ensure that those who mask as Indians on Mardi Gras return home safely, according to the Indians' history. In times long past, old scores were settled on Mardi Gras, man to man and often bloody.
But now the song means so much more, some said Tuesday. It embodies all that the Indians stand for, tribesmen said, all the past and present warriors who use the spirit of their African, Native American and African-American ancestors to see them through the tough times -- through the storms.
"After all Katrina destroyed, she couldn't destroy our spirit," said Ronald Young, spy boy for the Red Hawk Hunters. Like many Indians who lost everything they owned in the storm, including the materials they use to construct the suits they wear only once a year, Young didn't mask this Mardi Gras. He said he has too much on his plate. So he donated the supplies he was able to salvage to another tribesman so he could mask.
"That's the hardest part about it," Young said. "We work on the suits year round, and when we lost our homes, a lot of us lost everything in them. So it hurts."
Steeped in tradition
Downtown, along St. Bernard Avenue near North Villere Street, members of the Trouble Nation tribe gathered. Some sipped beers while others tweaked their suits or helped younger members hoist massive headdresses on their heads or shoulders.
They marched down North Villere, chanting the solemn words of "My Indian Red." The spy boy stepped blocks ahead of the flag boy and chief, keeping a keen eye out for any other tribes in the neighborhood. There was none in sight. But three blocks over, members of an almost totally unmasked tribe, the Creole Osceolas of the flooded Gentilly neighborhood, marched to their drummers' beat wearing T-shirts proclaiming what tribe they represent.
"We wanted to show our presence," said Creole Osceolas Big Chief Clarence Dalcour. Tuesday was the first Mardi Gras in more than 36 years that he didn't mask. While the future is unclear about how black New Orleans will be reshaped in its post-Katrina social landscape, Dalcour said the people and their traditions are resilient enough to be maintained if not recast.
"Though so many of us lost so much, it means a lot to be able to continue this legacy. The black culture is a creative culture, and it's here to stay," he said.
Uptown, at the corner of Washington Avenue and South Saratoga Street, tradition continued as members of the Creole Wildwest honored the big chief of another tribe, the venerable Bo Dollis of the Wild Magnolias. The Creole Wildwest spy boy, dressed in a suit of turquoise feathers, with red and yellow gems dashed throughout, cleared a path through a small crowd that had gathered around longtime Big Chief Dollis. The spy boy led the way for the Creole Wildwest's Big Chief Walter Cook Jr., introducing the two patriarchs in a commanding voice that silenced the crowd of about 30 onlookers.
"Big chief of the Wild Magnolias," the spy boy's voice boomed. "Big chief of the Creole Wildwest. . . . Old-time chief," the spy boy said, pointing toward Dollis. Dollis sat smiling. His perfectly white grin and matching suit welcomed the younger chief. They shook hands, Dollis never leaving his post. Cook bowed slightly, speaking to the elder official in a tone just above a whisper, then quickly walking away with his spy boy.
"Everybody here needs us to be here," said Queen Rita, Dollis' wife and queen of the Wild Magnolias. "It's what you call tradition. And like those two chiefs meeting here, and one honoring his elder, it's tradition."
. . . . . . .
Trymaine Lee can be reached tlee@timespicayune.com or (504) 826-3301.
read:
Indian tradition marches on in devastated neighborhoods
Spiritual songs embody resilience of city's tribes
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
By Trymaine Lee
Staff writer
In the heart of the Lower 9th Ward, in the now-lifeless streets of the neighborhood torn asunder, the sacred Mardi Gras Indian hymn "My Indian Red" wafted over the hallowed stomping ground of the Red Hawk Hunters on Tuesday.
Tambourines rattled, occasionally booming beneath the hands of tribesmen -- black men masked as Native American warriors -- who were draped in lavish greens, blues and whites. Their feathers and plumes danced and shook upon a backdrop of flood debris: crumbled homes, abandoned vehicles coated in the grime of receded floodwaters and the other assorted detritus Hurricane Katrina left in its wake.
Decimated primarily black neighborhoods in New Orleans were once home to hundreds of such warriors, but after Katrina, many are now far from their flooded homes and are unsure whether they'll ever return to the city, much less mask on Mardi Gras.
But in the Lower 9th Ward, Uptown and downtown around the Treme neighborhood Tuesday, Mardi Gras Indians from cross-city tribes made a clear statement: The back of the city's black tribal community is weary but not yet broken.
"God's people will always stand strong," said Nelson Burke, big chief of the Red Hawk Hunters. Nelson led his tribe in soulful chants and cries, surrounded by his spy boy, flag boy and wild man just yards from where the levee broke, causing the flooding that drowned so many.
Walk through history
The tribe's members masked harder than ever, one onlooker said Tuesday. And they danced in the footsteps of those who came before them. And they chanted, the sun bouncing from bejeweled patterns and story boards embroidered into their suits. The history in jeweled landscapes across their chests and backs, legs and arms told the tale of the "red man" fighting off the "white man" on his own land.
History teaches that black Mardi Gras Indians mask to honor the Native American communities that accepted runaway slaves into their tribes, said Cherice Nelson, Mardi Gras Indians historian and council queen of the Guardians of the Flame tribe. They honor the people who never allowed the white man to enslave them. Long ago, Nelson said, white people wouldn't dare go onto Native American land to retrieve slaves.
"My Indian Red" and its hundred-year-old rhythms is more of a prayer than a song, a call and response pitched to God to ensure that those who mask as Indians on Mardi Gras return home safely, according to the Indians' history. In times long past, old scores were settled on Mardi Gras, man to man and often bloody.
But now the song means so much more, some said Tuesday. It embodies all that the Indians stand for, tribesmen said, all the past and present warriors who use the spirit of their African, Native American and African-American ancestors to see them through the tough times -- through the storms.
"After all Katrina destroyed, she couldn't destroy our spirit," said Ronald Young, spy boy for the Red Hawk Hunters. Like many Indians who lost everything they owned in the storm, including the materials they use to construct the suits they wear only once a year, Young didn't mask this Mardi Gras. He said he has too much on his plate. So he donated the supplies he was able to salvage to another tribesman so he could mask.
"That's the hardest part about it," Young said. "We work on the suits year round, and when we lost our homes, a lot of us lost everything in them. So it hurts."
Steeped in tradition
Downtown, along St. Bernard Avenue near North Villere Street, members of the Trouble Nation tribe gathered. Some sipped beers while others tweaked their suits or helped younger members hoist massive headdresses on their heads or shoulders.
They marched down North Villere, chanting the solemn words of "My Indian Red." The spy boy stepped blocks ahead of the flag boy and chief, keeping a keen eye out for any other tribes in the neighborhood. There was none in sight. But three blocks over, members of an almost totally unmasked tribe, the Creole Osceolas of the flooded Gentilly neighborhood, marched to their drummers' beat wearing T-shirts proclaiming what tribe they represent.
"We wanted to show our presence," said Creole Osceolas Big Chief Clarence Dalcour. Tuesday was the first Mardi Gras in more than 36 years that he didn't mask. While the future is unclear about how black New Orleans will be reshaped in its post-Katrina social landscape, Dalcour said the people and their traditions are resilient enough to be maintained if not recast.
"Though so many of us lost so much, it means a lot to be able to continue this legacy. The black culture is a creative culture, and it's here to stay," he said.
Uptown, at the corner of Washington Avenue and South Saratoga Street, tradition continued as members of the Creole Wildwest honored the big chief of another tribe, the venerable Bo Dollis of the Wild Magnolias. The Creole Wildwest spy boy, dressed in a suit of turquoise feathers, with red and yellow gems dashed throughout, cleared a path through a small crowd that had gathered around longtime Big Chief Dollis. The spy boy led the way for the Creole Wildwest's Big Chief Walter Cook Jr., introducing the two patriarchs in a commanding voice that silenced the crowd of about 30 onlookers.
"Big chief of the Wild Magnolias," the spy boy's voice boomed. "Big chief of the Creole Wildwest. . . . Old-time chief," the spy boy said, pointing toward Dollis. Dollis sat smiling. His perfectly white grin and matching suit welcomed the younger chief. They shook hands, Dollis never leaving his post. Cook bowed slightly, speaking to the elder official in a tone just above a whisper, then quickly walking away with his spy boy.
"Everybody here needs us to be here," said Queen Rita, Dollis' wife and queen of the Wild Magnolias. "It's what you call tradition. And like those two chiefs meeting here, and one honoring his elder, it's tradition."
. . . . . . .
Trymaine Lee can be reached tlee@timespicayune.com or (504) 826-3301.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
There are two syllables in my name
Two syllables each, in fact in my given name and surname.
Please,
Please,
use both of them.
Please,
Please,
use both of them.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Various notes written on my PDA while in the city...
If I ever meet someone and I can pray with them in the room the same as I do when I'm alone, I'll know it may be time to get married.
Inshallah
______
I spit like Jesus spit in the dirt and rubbed it in a blind man's eyes so he could regain his sight.
But
I spit into a mike and rub the resulting electronic representation of sound into your ears so you can regain ur freedom - AKA: your life
______
I love your hair.
"I want to to touch it".
My response: "Yeah, most people do."
Wow...
______
There's a lady on the back of the 9:00p boat that's been getting her salsa boogie on - on high gear - since I got on the boat.
Ok, she just stopped.
______
Missed pic op:
Hasidic in all black w/long coat sitting on other end of car from Muslim wearing kufi & white tunic (?).
Then they both got onto the 6 @ Union Square.
I wonder what they were thinking...
______
Went to a talk on african lit today. Of course, the audience was only sparsely african...
4/19/05
______
Went to a wage job in New Jersey last night - all minorities. UPS job "interview" right now - ALL BROWN FACES (though it is in Bkln).
Damn if we ain't tryin' to work
Last minute correction: 2 white dudes came in @ the end.
12/8/04
______
I just walked through Chinatown for the first time...
Found Little Italy for the first time...
I just walked past Savion Glover...
And 3 kids on the the train asked me about my hair...
an interesting Sunday it has been indeed.
9/20/04
______
I'm headed to see WTC.
In the Staten Island terminal. 3 knuckleheads draped in flags. Seems tacky to me, but what do I know - guess I ain't patriotic.
My head hurts.
From the boat:
The lights are a lot more impressive on a clearer night. The ride on the ferry makes you feel like you're headed straight for them.
In the event I've not mentioned it before, built-in flash doesn't help you take a picture (of something) 1 mile away. It actually probably makes the picture a little worse.
9/12/04
______
Too much of anything is more than what you need. More than what you need of anything is too much.
______
I just had my first unisex public restroom experience.
& It wasn't one of those small, single-toilet, lock-the-door type joints either.
U couldn't lock the door. There were two stalls: the handicapped stall & another with a sign on its door that read "MEN".
Fortunately, I was able to get in and out before anyone else came in.
5/5/05
______
I was in Penn Station today and there was a woman w/an amp and background music singing spirituals.
I believe she counts a subway performer...
______
On the train just now, the drummer cats got on & at Lafayette, (played) took a collection, & jumped back off @ 2nd Ave.
Hustle, baby.
Hustle.
______
Inshallah
______
I spit like Jesus spit in the dirt and rubbed it in a blind man's eyes so he could regain his sight.
But
I spit into a mike and rub the resulting electronic representation of sound into your ears so you can regain ur freedom - AKA: your life
______
I love your hair.
"I want to to touch it".
My response: "Yeah, most people do."
Wow...
______
There's a lady on the back of the 9:00p boat that's been getting her salsa boogie on - on high gear - since I got on the boat.
Ok, she just stopped.
______
Missed pic op:
Hasidic in all black w/long coat sitting on other end of car from Muslim wearing kufi & white tunic (?).
Then they both got onto the 6 @ Union Square.
I wonder what they were thinking...
______
Went to a talk on african lit today. Of course, the audience was only sparsely african...
4/19/05
______
Went to a wage job in New Jersey last night - all minorities. UPS job "interview" right now - ALL BROWN FACES (though it is in Bkln).
Damn if we ain't tryin' to work
Last minute correction: 2 white dudes came in @ the end.
12/8/04
______
I just walked through Chinatown for the first time...
Found Little Italy for the first time...
I just walked past Savion Glover...
And 3 kids on the the train asked me about my hair...
an interesting Sunday it has been indeed.
9/20/04
______
I'm headed to see WTC.
In the Staten Island terminal. 3 knuckleheads draped in flags. Seems tacky to me, but what do I know - guess I ain't patriotic.
My head hurts.
From the boat:
The lights are a lot more impressive on a clearer night. The ride on the ferry makes you feel like you're headed straight for them.
In the event I've not mentioned it before, built-in flash doesn't help you take a picture (of something) 1 mile away. It actually probably makes the picture a little worse.
9/12/04
______
Too much of anything is more than what you need. More than what you need of anything is too much.
______
I just had my first unisex public restroom experience.
& It wasn't one of those small, single-toilet, lock-the-door type joints either.
U couldn't lock the door. There were two stalls: the handicapped stall & another with a sign on its door that read "MEN".
Fortunately, I was able to get in and out before anyone else came in.
5/5/05
______
I was in Penn Station today and there was a woman w/an amp and background music singing spirituals.
I believe she counts a subway performer...
______
On the train just now, the drummer cats got on & at Lafayette, (played) took a collection, & jumped back off @ 2nd Ave.
Hustle, baby.
Hustle.
______
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
When I was about 13 or fourteen,
maybe 15, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house in Louisiana's northwestern urban center. At the time my aunt and her three kids were staying with her. We walked in and two of those kids, both girls and older than me, were there. For some reason, it seems like I was wearing something that garnered the following comment - I cannot remember what led to this, but one of them said,"yeah, you gonna be a heartbreaker when you grow up,".
It was one of those things you hear a kid say that sounds like a saying that they've picked up from their parents. It didn't quite fit the body it was coming from, you know?
Anyway, it was one of those things that there will never be enough time between me and it to forget. I know she meant it as a compliment, and it may not sound that important, but those words have always stuck with me...a little bit like the first time you hear that you're dark, or light, or skinny or fat, or poor. Now I was about to say that there was a time when I took some pride in that, but I don't think there actually was.... It feels like, from early on, I thought to myself, "heartbreaker? Who wants to break hearts? That don't feel good,".
And I remember feeling good in that realization. That, at an early age, I'd already figured out that I didn't want to be a player or whatever. There's aggressive game and passive aggressive. I sorta just ended up with passive...
So they told me that I would be a heartbreaker. And, lo and behold, despite all that early wisdom, that is exactly what I've turned out to be. I am a heartbreaker. I break hearts. Not even on purpose. And that shit hurts. I actually prefer being on the receiving end of pain. I'd rather feel it seven times than deal it. Nevertheless, I break somebody's heart. And not cute, high school, "I'm sorry, but I just don't feel the way you do," heart break - although that DID happen. I mean making people cry, beg, plead, wrestle with their own emotions heartache. And it's not from cheating. It's not physical abuse. It's just somebody wanting to be there for you, submit to you.... I mean, how the hell do I or anybody else have the nerve to say no to someone offering their whole self to you? And I know that shit is painful, embarrassing, dehumanizing. Still, I would rather be that one than the one saying no. But I continually am.
Why couldn't they tell me, "______, you are going to be a healer when you grow up,"? "You are going to build bridges and join hands and heal wounds and stop wars and nurture families,"?
Why couldn't they say, "you will be a vessel - when people look at you they will see God/Truth/Light/Infinity and know that their pain is nothing...".
Though, I guess that might have been a little much to ask a couple of teenage girls.
Do me a favor. The next time you're around an infant (and you don't have a communicable illness) lean down into their ear and whisper to them that contained within their bodies are the necessary elements to make fire*, and that means they will give light, produce warmth and radiate energy.
So people will know they have a fighting chance against me.
*I'm not making this up. We contain fuel (fat, aka: stored energy), oxygen and an ignition source (nerve pulses=electricity). See. You're a walking reactor and didn't even know it. Now go inhale some pain and burn bright for the needy.
It was one of those things you hear a kid say that sounds like a saying that they've picked up from their parents. It didn't quite fit the body it was coming from, you know?
Anyway, it was one of those things that there will never be enough time between me and it to forget. I know she meant it as a compliment, and it may not sound that important, but those words have always stuck with me...a little bit like the first time you hear that you're dark, or light, or skinny or fat, or poor. Now I was about to say that there was a time when I took some pride in that, but I don't think there actually was.... It feels like, from early on, I thought to myself, "heartbreaker? Who wants to break hearts? That don't feel good,".
And I remember feeling good in that realization. That, at an early age, I'd already figured out that I didn't want to be a player or whatever. There's aggressive game and passive aggressive. I sorta just ended up with passive...
So they told me that I would be a heartbreaker. And, lo and behold, despite all that early wisdom, that is exactly what I've turned out to be. I am a heartbreaker. I break hearts. Not even on purpose. And that shit hurts. I actually prefer being on the receiving end of pain. I'd rather feel it seven times than deal it. Nevertheless, I break somebody's heart. And not cute, high school, "I'm sorry, but I just don't feel the way you do," heart break - although that DID happen. I mean making people cry, beg, plead, wrestle with their own emotions heartache. And it's not from cheating. It's not physical abuse. It's just somebody wanting to be there for you, submit to you.... I mean, how the hell do I or anybody else have the nerve to say no to someone offering their whole self to you? And I know that shit is painful, embarrassing, dehumanizing. Still, I would rather be that one than the one saying no. But I continually am.
Why couldn't they tell me, "______, you are going to be a healer when you grow up,"? "You are going to build bridges and join hands and heal wounds and stop wars and nurture families,"?
Why couldn't they say, "you will be a vessel - when people look at you they will see God/Truth/Light/Infinity and know that their pain is nothing...".
Though, I guess that might have been a little much to ask a couple of teenage girls.
Do me a favor. The next time you're around an infant (and you don't have a communicable illness) lean down into their ear and whisper to them that contained within their bodies are the necessary elements to make fire*, and that means they will give light, produce warmth and radiate energy.
So people will know they have a fighting chance against me.
*I'm not making this up. We contain fuel (fat, aka: stored energy), oxygen and an ignition source (nerve pulses=electricity). See. You're a walking reactor and didn't even know it. Now go inhale some pain and burn bright for the needy.
to anyone who has ever felt things for me that I have not and kept it from me/sucked up my inherent evilness for the sake of the relationship/been a victim of my psycho-flirt-sex-emotional-tease slut-ism/helped only to have me hit back 'cuz that's my way of showing appreciation...dealt with my: lack of ability to commit/inability to leave well-enough alone/insistence on solitary wandering/tendency to dream rather than vocalize.....
(life would've been so much better if you'd just stuck with "yes".
that child could've been mine and this one would BE mine. I would say that
you and two other muthaf#kk@$ took 3 people away from me, but you all
just contributed, mostly just see the above)
to You: I don't care about you having something to say. I'm just saying look at the shit like it's hanging on the wall.
to You: I know I can't say it to you and it's late, but: happy birthday
to You: Breath deep and love that little big-head kid. (your) Life is (will be) more simple when (if) i observe from a distance
to You: deal with your pain, but do not wallow. Otherwise you'll never be able to see the wisdom - SCARS and WISDOM ARE NOT THE SAME
to You: several things none of which had to do with you... I really wish that it'd have happened at a time when I could see a little clearer (nothing I can say will help, so I just say that which I do. add it to the list)
Irony: I seem terribly talented at inadvertently causing tears in others, yet I have a problem purposely producing them for myself.
(life would've been so much better if you'd just stuck with "yes".
that child could've been mine and this one would BE mine. I would say that
you and two other muthaf#kk@$ took 3 people away from me, but you all
just contributed, mostly just see the above)
to You: I don't care about you having something to say. I'm just saying look at the shit like it's hanging on the wall.
to You: I know I can't say it to you and it's late, but: happy birthday
to You: Breath deep and love that little big-head kid. (your) Life is (will be) more simple when (if) i observe from a distance
to You: deal with your pain, but do not wallow. Otherwise you'll never be able to see the wisdom - SCARS and WISDOM ARE NOT THE SAME
to You: several things none of which had to do with you... I really wish that it'd have happened at a time when I could see a little clearer (nothing I can say will help, so I just say that which I do. add it to the list)
Irony: I seem terribly talented at inadvertently causing tears in others, yet I have a problem purposely producing them for myself.
Monday, March 20, 2006
So close, so close...
Got up this morning @ 10a despite have gone to bed at 5a.
@ 11a started labeling envelopes to do a mailing (with the intent to start a database of people mailed/what they do/when mailed).
@ 1p got hungry and decided to go down the street and get food 'cuz I was hungry (uh oh)
@ 1:30p changed mind and decided to just eat something here (ok, not bad; stay focused)
@ 2p decided to take a 1 hour nap and get back to it (bad sign)
@ 2:40p alarm goes off and I hit snooze ({sigh} it's over)
@ 5:59p finally got up, felt like crap, saw e-mail from dreaded source, realized another one has gotten away
Currently fighting urge to play Thief 2 until 5a.
my blog, dammit. my blog
(snore)
@ 11a started labeling envelopes to do a mailing (with the intent to start a database of people mailed/what they do/when mailed).
@ 1p got hungry and decided to go down the street and get food 'cuz I was hungry (uh oh)
@ 1:30p changed mind and decided to just eat something here (ok, not bad; stay focused)
@ 2p decided to take a 1 hour nap and get back to it (bad sign)
@ 2:40p alarm goes off and I hit snooze ({sigh} it's over)
@ 5:59p finally got up, felt like crap, saw e-mail from dreaded source, realized another one has gotten away
Currently fighting urge to play Thief 2 until 5a.
my blog, dammit. my blog
(snore)
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Freedom to be offended (final draft)
(Ed. previous post edited for conciseness)
I rant here. I write things that I think are important for me to get out of the confines of my head. Save your cells and don't take it personal.
(In the event Ed. determines this still not succinct enough, the below will be the final version)
?#(* it.
I rant here. I write things that I think are important for me to get out of the confines of my head. Save your cells and don't take it personal.
(In the event Ed. determines this still not succinct enough, the below will be the final version)
?#(* it.
Freedom to be offended (1st Draft)
A week ago I disabled comments on the O-Fishul. I became bothered by commentary from posters about other people's posts, and decided to make a change.
When I first turned the comments on, I wanted it to be an uncensored forum for responses: ideas, contributions, refutations, general comedy.
I came to look for responses after certain posts.
Then one day those who frequented the comments section were referred to (by a non-poster) as "my groupies".
I thought about whether I was still posting for the sake of truth, or posting to be praised.
Hmmm....
Then posters began remarking about other posters. And the target posters would, remark about those posters.
These people, each without knowing or speaking about the other, making assumptions about the nature of each others posts.
Sound vague... convoluted...silly? Exactly.
The assertion always made was that "others" on the blog were jocking the editor. There is no need to present other arguments, because there were no other arguments. Everybody, according to everybody else, was jocking yours truly.
Interestingly, Fearless Blogger was never accused of soliciting the jock-ularity. Well, there was the original non-poster who said everybody here was a groupie.
Irony? Karma? Infinite circularity (<-redundant phrase)?
I've been disappointed that some who I consider generally intelligent do not take to time to consider that the comments by others could are as tongue-in-cheek as their own.
But disappointed isn't really grounds for divorce, is it?
I'm turning the comments back on. There will be posts that have the comments turned off, but that usually means what I'm saying is scary and probably a little closer to the truth. If you have something to contribute, feel free. If not, don't. Have an inside joke? E-mail me directly. If you are grown, act like it; if you are not, don't.
Consider content rather than style.
One day I'll not be afraid to speak my mind. Of course, it'll prolly be the day after I lose my ability to speak...
When I first turned the comments on, I wanted it to be an uncensored forum for responses: ideas, contributions, refutations, general comedy.
I came to look for responses after certain posts.
Then one day those who frequented the comments section were referred to (by a non-poster) as "my groupies".
I thought about whether I was still posting for the sake of truth, or posting to be praised.
Hmmm....
Then posters began remarking about other posters. And the target posters would, remark about those posters.
These people, each without knowing or speaking about the other, making assumptions about the nature of each others posts.
Sound vague... convoluted...silly? Exactly.
The assertion always made was that "others" on the blog were jocking the editor. There is no need to present other arguments, because there were no other arguments. Everybody, according to everybody else, was jocking yours truly.
Interestingly, Fearless Blogger was never accused of soliciting the jock-ularity. Well, there was the original non-poster who said everybody here was a groupie.
Irony? Karma? Infinite circularity (<-redundant phrase)?
I've been disappointed that some who I consider generally intelligent do not take to time to consider that the comments by others could are as tongue-in-cheek as their own.
But disappointed isn't really grounds for divorce, is it?
I'm turning the comments back on. There will be posts that have the comments turned off, but that usually means what I'm saying is scary and probably a little closer to the truth. If you have something to contribute, feel free. If not, don't. Have an inside joke? E-mail me directly. If you are grown, act like it; if you are not, don't.
Consider content rather than style.
One day I'll not be afraid to speak my mind. Of course, it'll prolly be the day after I lose my ability to speak...
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Pro Lacrosse
I had no idea that a professional lacrosse league was currently in existence (prolly set up by rich Northeasterners so those Ivy League athletes have something to do during grad school) . Perhaps more surprising is that I was watching it....and I liked it.
It's not so much hockey without the ice as a combination of football/rugby and field hockey. Since one runs with the ball instead of pushing like ice/field hockey, it has a mobility that's reminiscent of a tail/halfback.
Barry Sanders would have been CRAZY as a lacrosse player.
I don't know how excited you could get the "urban" youth about a game where you run around carrying a stick.
I think we tend to view that more as political expression.
It's not so much hockey without the ice as a combination of football/rugby and field hockey. Since one runs with the ball instead of pushing like ice/field hockey, it has a mobility that's reminiscent of a tail/halfback.
Barry Sanders would have been CRAZY as a lacrosse player.
I don't know how excited you could get the "urban" youth about a game where you run around carrying a stick.
I think we tend to view that more as political expression.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
To reitterate
I hate working in a job that makes me feel stupid because I'm put in a postition to answer questions that I don't have the answers to.
I don't like to be asked to give answers in situations were people could be held legally/financially responsible for actions based on said answer.
If you want me to do these things, train me specifically to do so.
I don't like to be asked to give answers in situations were people could be held legally/financially responsible for actions based on said answer.
If you want me to do these things, train me specifically to do so.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
I don't work for YOU...
For the past few and the next couple weeks I'm working in a construction office in lower Manhattan. This is the same construction co. that I worked for this past Summer/Fall, but not the same personnel. This time there's only one guy in the office, he pretty much answers the phone himself the whole time. I'm not traveling all the way to the last stop in the Bronx for 8am - generally I get there at 9a.
Better situation altogether, right?
Of course not....
Dude's ability to explain could be better; for some reason, I am generally not in the mood to receive explanations while on this job. He gives me tasks that I could easily do in 30 minutes (boring) and I take as long as possible to do them so as to reduce the amount of time I have to spend getting instruction on how to perform tasks (lazy/poor attitude). He also has me calling people to send in documents so he can complete this project. This is scarily reminiscent of cold-calling. I hate cold-calling. My father used to make me cold-call for him. I've worked several jobs where I had to cold-call. I'd rather sweep a large room with small broom than cold-call. Don't know what it is? Ask four people you know. One of them is either currently doing it or hating that they once did it.
When I first started this assignment, dude asked me for my e-mail addy. I assumed this was so he could send me messages about when he'd like me to come in and whatnot.
But no, dude likes to cc messages about the job. Or call me to see where a document is.
????
Money apparently don't get this whole temp thang. I come in complete tasks (or as much as I can in the amount of time you're willing to pay for) and scram until the next time. Once I leave, I don't think about what goes on in this office. If you can't remember where something is, I DAMN sure can't remember where something is. Need to ask somebody to fax something back that I shouldn't have? Go for it, but don't cc me in the email.
I don't care. I don't work for you.
I work for the place whose name is on my checks, and I've noticed several times that that name is not ****** Construction Company.
This is what it's like to go back to the office world after spending 6 weeks in the arts world.
I'm still suffering residual pissyness from dropping well over $1K on this V/O reel. I'm flip-flopping about how to go about finding new representation.
I also NEED to get out of this country.
Then there's the school loan deferment form that I need to retrieve from the homestead.
And the junky-ass room.
And such
and such
and sucH
(edit)
I hate this post and this post hates me.
Better situation altogether, right?
Of course not....
Dude's ability to explain could be better; for some reason, I am generally not in the mood to receive explanations while on this job. He gives me tasks that I could easily do in 30 minutes (boring) and I take as long as possible to do them so as to reduce the amount of time I have to spend getting instruction on how to perform tasks (lazy/poor attitude). He also has me calling people to send in documents so he can complete this project. This is scarily reminiscent of cold-calling. I hate cold-calling. My father used to make me cold-call for him. I've worked several jobs where I had to cold-call. I'd rather sweep a large room with small broom than cold-call. Don't know what it is? Ask four people you know. One of them is either currently doing it or hating that they once did it.
When I first started this assignment, dude asked me for my e-mail addy. I assumed this was so he could send me messages about when he'd like me to come in and whatnot.
But no, dude likes to cc messages about the job. Or call me to see where a document is.
????
Money apparently don't get this whole temp thang. I come in complete tasks (or as much as I can in the amount of time you're willing to pay for) and scram until the next time. Once I leave, I don't think about what goes on in this office. If you can't remember where something is, I DAMN sure can't remember where something is. Need to ask somebody to fax something back that I shouldn't have? Go for it, but don't cc me in the email.
I don't care. I don't work for you.
I work for the place whose name is on my checks, and I've noticed several times that that name is not ****** Construction Company.
This is what it's like to go back to the office world after spending 6 weeks in the arts world.
I'm still suffering residual pissyness from dropping well over $1K on this V/O reel. I'm flip-flopping about how to go about finding new representation.
I also NEED to get out of this country.
Then there's the school loan deferment form that I need to retrieve from the homestead.
And the junky-ass room.
And such
and such
and sucH
(edit)
I hate this post and this post hates me.
Friday, March 10, 2006
One step closer to rolling for the summer...
Before my shower just now, I spent about 1.75 hour practicing
rollerblading in the living room. I started off shaky, and my feet were
starting to cramp as they always seem to when I practice. However, about
30 minutes into it I started getting the feel of it. I'm now to the
point were I can roll upright fairly smoothly, jump stops, rolling
backwards...
It felt just like it did when I was little and Brenda took us to Crystal
Palace and I taught myself to roller skate. I basically did the same
thing as then - rolled around 'until I got the feeling of it. And, just
like then, stopping is the hard part. It was strangely gratifying. I
needed to feel some accomplishment after today (more later) I actually
had to make myself stop (got work in the morning - it's 2:45a now).
Amazing how your body can tell you what you need to feel better - even if it's your mental/emotional/spirit that needs to improve.
Listen to your body when it urges you to move.
Even if it tells you to move naked.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Hammer Blogs??!!?
Stanley really does have his own blog. Apparently he's brought back the MC (in letters only).
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Cartoon Network is THE JAWN
I just noticed that the episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends about the squeaky elephant toy is called:
SQUEAKERBOXXX
I'm not kidding. I'm not exaggerating. I'm not embellishing.
I love being old enough to get all the jokes.
Cartoon Network is, with a few exceptions, the jawn.
SQUEAKERBOXXX
I'm not kidding. I'm not exaggerating. I'm not embellishing.
I love being old enough to get all the jokes.
Cartoon Network is, with a few exceptions, the jawn.
Monday, March 06, 2006
SW TF's
I had no idea that there were ever Star Wars TransFormers...
kids today are so spoiled.
Vader actually look pretty acceptable as a TF
kids today are so spoiled.
Vader actually look pretty acceptable as a TF
More than meets the eye....IN YOUR PANTS!!!!
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Mu Shu Vegetable
Should I? Prolly not.
Will I? It's almost certain.
Unless I get Mu Shu chicken.
Did I menti0n I'm going to be broke come this Thursday? Yeah. I'm gonna be broke come this Thursday.
Well, let me call Sun Hing House 'fore they close.
Will I? It's almost certain.
Unless I get Mu Shu chicken.
Did I menti0n I'm going to be broke come this Thursday? Yeah. I'm gonna be broke come this Thursday.
Well, let me call Sun Hing House 'fore they close.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
A black athlete who chooses to speak
Sort of long, article, but I found it interesting:
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It's not just that it has to be a great player, it's got to be a popular player. One that has actually gotten love, riches, admiration. Gotta get the people's attention first, then hittem.
Ask Mr. Ali
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It's not just that it has to be a great player, it's got to be a popular player. One that has actually gotten love, riches, admiration. Gotta get the people's attention first, then hittem.
Ask Mr. Ali
Raceway Gas Station,
Edison, NJ, 3:30a this morning.
1 gallon regular: $1.99/gallon
revel in your jealousy
--
"'Cuz I said so, that's why!" - Every Black father ever
Friday, February 24, 2006
You say you haven't heard that new Prince joint
yet?
Well, click here and remedy that situation.
Count to three and let us know if you scream like a white lady.
Well, click here and remedy that situation.
Count to three and let us know if you scream like a white lady.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Not Black Enough Like Me
This past afternoon I got a tm from a potnah:
"According to the negroes @ work, I am white"
continuing...
"They said I don't act very black and I don't dress black...other things."
I found this interesting b'cause this particular pal, to me anyway, is full of extra crunchy culuhd funk. Now, she does listen to rock, but she'd have to tell you for you to know that. For a second I thought maybe it was a work thing, but we actually got to know each other working together in Houston, so I decided that was booboo reasoning for her current cohorts.
What she is is different. I'm not sure what "dressing black" is, but I imagine they said that because she has a habit of dressing comfortably (and in pink). I've seen her in a skirt twice, and one of those times was a picture. The other doesn't count 'cuz it was this really cool joint made out wind pant material and came to just below the ball of her ankle (she wore it as a favor to the males in the office; if I remember correctly, we didn't know how to act).
She also had this thing for Hello Kitty...
And has a strange affinity for nearly middle aged, bald, hyper black men who have a penchant for performing in suits with no shirt or underpants...
She's different. In my experience my fellow color-eds have a tendency to refer to this as being not black.
In high school, when I used words with more than 3 syllables (as I was wont to do - hell, I like syllables), I was told I was talking like a white boy. Or Carlton.
I do find this "not dressing black" thing interesting. My suspicion is they say that because she doesn't dress up and probably has direct access to the only supply of non - lo-rise women's jeans in left Houston. Then there's the not having had a perm since some time in college thing...
Also interesting is that I got these messages while reading a passage in Queens about a lady in London who rocked a huge 'fro despite common disapproval (suggested reading, so suggest I).
I have been remarkably isolated for the last few years. I keep forgetting that not doing what's expected (i.e.: what e'one else does) still isn't accepted - particularly if you're Black and among other Black folk.
Not that I've never thought of someone as not being properly Black; my definition has evolved though. There are those in the world who are what people look at and call Black who have not experienced Black life/communities. Their experience is still valid as part of the pantheon of what makes up the diaspora, but I do feel that one has to actually experience it in order to be apart of it - not just be born with the physical attributes. If you've not had that experience, don't want that experience and are of African descent, that's fine. Write about it and we can file it in it's rightful place in the cultural consciousness.
Don't, however, use freedom of expression as an excuse to run from that which you've been mis-educated into believing is inferior.
"According to the negroes @ work, I am white"
continuing...
"They said I don't act very black and I don't dress black...other things."
I found this interesting b'cause this particular pal, to me anyway, is full of extra crunchy culuhd funk. Now, she does listen to rock, but she'd have to tell you for you to know that. For a second I thought maybe it was a work thing, but we actually got to know each other working together in Houston, so I decided that was booboo reasoning for her current cohorts.
What she is is different. I'm not sure what "dressing black" is, but I imagine they said that because she has a habit of dressing comfortably (and in pink). I've seen her in a skirt twice, and one of those times was a picture. The other doesn't count 'cuz it was this really cool joint made out wind pant material and came to just below the ball of her ankle (she wore it as a favor to the males in the office; if I remember correctly, we didn't know how to act).
She also had this thing for Hello Kitty...
And has a strange affinity for nearly middle aged, bald, hyper black men who have a penchant for performing in suits with no shirt or underpants...
She's different. In my experience my fellow color-eds have a tendency to refer to this as being not black.
In high school, when I used words with more than 3 syllables (as I was wont to do - hell, I like syllables), I was told I was talking like a white boy. Or Carlton.
I do find this "not dressing black" thing interesting. My suspicion is they say that because she doesn't dress up and probably has direct access to the only supply of non - lo-rise women's jeans in left Houston. Then there's the not having had a perm since some time in college thing...
Also interesting is that I got these messages while reading a passage in Queens about a lady in London who rocked a huge 'fro despite common disapproval (suggested reading, so suggest I).
I have been remarkably isolated for the last few years. I keep forgetting that not doing what's expected (i.e.: what e'one else does) still isn't accepted - particularly if you're Black and among other Black folk.
Not that I've never thought of someone as not being properly Black; my definition has evolved though. There are those in the world who are what people look at and call Black who have not experienced Black life/communities. Their experience is still valid as part of the pantheon of what makes up the diaspora, but I do feel that one has to actually experience it in order to be apart of it - not just be born with the physical attributes. If you've not had that experience, don't want that experience and are of African descent, that's fine. Write about it and we can file it in it's rightful place in the cultural consciousness.
Don't, however, use freedom of expression as an excuse to run from that which you've been mis-educated into believing is inferior.
Potential daddy quote
I was watching a documentary on Samuel Goldwyn and he apparently told his children something that he may not have given his children what they wanted, but he gave them what they needed.
Interesting.
Something I might tell some progeny one day: "My job is to give you what you need. Your job is to figure out what you want."
or
"My job is to give you what you need so you can figure out what you want."
Nah... I don't like that one - too passive.
Maybe:
"My job is to provide what you need so you can take your time and figure out what you want - and figure out a way to pay for it. Get out my house. Bring me a ginger beer on your way through the kitchen."
Yeah. That sounds right.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Black History on VH1
Vh1 was just showing a program about Black folk on the telly through the 90's. Frankly, it is probably the best of this type that I've seen (important to mention that it prolly wasn't Vh1 production).
It did seem strange that it would be on this branch of the great media tree that is Viacom rather than BET...
Why is Vh1 still being molded as the adult Black alternative to M Tv?
My money says BET's being held until it can be sold or dissolved into the other channels.
strange
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Doing it again...
I've become nocturnal again. I need to not be. I keep setting up
times to meet with acquaintances that I know I'll miss in an effort to
shift my sleep schedule. My apologies to you all; do know that your
annoyance and inconvenience goes toward the greater good.
Being social in this place is too hard. I like just rolling up on people
happenstance-ically. Appointments are for job interviews. I can only
make a certain time when an event is involved.
blah
Sunday, February 19, 2006
What are the models for?
So, I'm watching the All-Star game and it's halftime, which means it's time for the half-time show. Now, for some reason, Destiny's Child - Houston's most popular musical act to date - performed the U.S. national anthem instead of at halftime...puzzling.
So, halftime starts with that country starlet that you can periodically find warbling in Hershey's commercials on Adult Swim. She was surrounded by a crowd of what appeared to be young persons chosen from the audience and given All-Star apparel; fake, but excusable.
Then comes one John Legend... now, I would think that you'd choose a slightly less loungy act than John Legend, but whatever. So he's playin' & sangin', and I look in the little crowd of people around his stage and realize that they're all young women. Then I realize that they're all model/video girl types.
- Why do you need to do this?
- Why with all women? You didn't do all men for ol' girl...?
This is not a well-written post, so I'll just continue rambling...
I actually wish the Andre Iguodala would've won the dunk comp, 'cuz then the fact that people will only remember Nate Robinson becomes that much more glorious.
I wish he hadn't taken 20 attempts, but Nate REPRESENTED for the average height cats - REPRESENTED I SAY!!!
How strange is it to think that Steve Francis was an All-Star and a dunk finalist (and I say one can make a strong case for him to have won) to now being only of interest as trade bait...
I HATE watching the mouth animation on the Boondocks.
After being up by 20, the West is now down by 10. So much for the domination of the big West...
I just tried to switch to the Boondocks during an All-Star commercial break. Then Riley "spoke". A channel change was necessary...
I can't stand Kobe, but he just spilt two defenders with a ridiculous back-to-front through-the-legs dribble.
McGrady can't get a clean shot off, no foul called, end of game.
I went to close my roommate's window the other day and saw that he had in his DVD collection Boat Trip (@@%!??!$?#!@!!). Disappointing. Quite.
I'm gonna watch Be Cool now.
Maybe later I'll practice rollerblading in the living room.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Health...
While I was in St. Louis, I lapsed into some fairly bad eating habits, not that I was perfect before, but I did get in the habit of partaking of fried food, fast food, etc. (although the major portion of that was due to me trying to make up for two years without a reliable supply of catfish).
One thing that I began to give into is the late night urge for burgers/fries -purely psychological, vastly illogical, and directly and completely related to the domestic gastro-industrial complex. One night I took advantage of being in the Midwest and checked out a Hardee's Thickburger. I didn't go completely mad and try that 3-patty bastard, though - just a double with no cheese. It was certainly better than that which is available at McDonald's (which had given me a slight digestion-al disturbance some days earlier). Not having gone completely crazy, I took one of the patties off (and ate it about 30 mins after I finished the burger).
Now I'm back in NYC and I've basically not moved strenuously since I've been here - save shoveling the truck out of the two feet of snow that just fell. I'd started getting in the habit of some kind of exercising while in St. Loo, but that left after we got into tech and I was more tired than an 18-wheeler pulling a load of dualies.
Now JK just put a comment on the previous post about Jay Dee from Slum Village passing away. I searched and found that he succumbed to kidney failure. This story refers to an episode he suffered through last year. It quotes about him saying that it was the result of him not eating well while abroad....
And I could babble on (and this is quite incoherent)...
I will, instead, present a thesis:
Take care of your/our/my selves. We all we got.peace
Thursday, February 09, 2006
I have almost completely forgotten how to ride the train and I feel like I should care a little more about the $76 I spent yesterday on a Metrocard.
I'm hungry.
I'm hungry.
I should be looking at lines...
... so that must mean now would be a great time to make a blog entry.
Random thoughts about the past month.5 and coming back:
There was actually something nice about driving back onto the island, coming into the house... When I came in the door there was this comforting clean smell. The roomie was sleep and the little white dude is at his grandparents'. I went into the bathroom and one of my towels was hanging, waiting for me. When I came in the room and sat down at my computer, it felt right to see the desktop on my monitor. It was warm in a not-referring-to-temp way...it felt "right". I went to the Yellowman website and looked at the production photos, which I'd done many times on the laptop I took with me (good looking out, Roomie). They felt special for the first time seeing them on my big ol' CRT screen.
At some point between the last show Sunday night and leaving Tuesday morning, the significance of what I'd been apart of began to materialize for me. I don't know I'll do it again, I don't know that I won't. I'm somewhat concerned that, with Yellowman, I've gotten a chance to do a lot of what I've wanted to do/try. I've done it, so now what's my motivation for continuing?
I'm concerned that I am still primarily negatively motivated. I don't really start trying until somebody pisses me off (so does this mean I should be in the habit of finding something at which to be pissed off.
Though this was an unusual case, theatre still takes a lot of time and lot of yourself - and the money you get generally doesn't justify the effort (not when compared to TV money anyway).
GAS HEAT SUUUUUUCKS.
It's funny how you can go 3 years without seeing somebody, laff with them for 30 minutes at things that only those raised by the same type of crazy people who raised you can laff, realize that you are irrefutably, incurably connected to these folk due to the effort of said crazy people, then miss them 2.5 minutes after they leave.
With Mrs. Coretta Scott-King's passing, has an era finally ended?
Am I the only one annoyed that Bill Clinton thought it was ok for him to call her by just her first name?
If you're ever planning a road trip and see that you need to cross through Ohio, don't. Re-plan the route. If there is no other possible route (and building an underground tunnel should not be discounted as an option), mind those speed limits. Ohio Highway Patrol is a mite adamant about enforcing the speed limit. Even the truckers were respecting their 55/60 limits. The highest speed limit in OH is 65 - remember it. Be particularly wary from Dayton to Indiana. Those cops have no qualms about profiling you. Ohio - our main industry is raising your auto insurance rates...
If you ever come to NYC and want to make small talk, lead with a negative, not a positive. For instance if you want to say that you’re glad it’s sunny, lead by saying how much you’ve hated that it’s been overcast the rest of the week, then work your way back to the present day’s sunshine. However, don’t praise the presence of clear skies, merely reflect on your uncertainty of course had the weather not changed. The most basic example being: “I don’t know what I’d’ve done if the sun hadn’t’ve finally come out,” (double contractions not necessary, but nice if they can be used – practice first).
Reviews? Reviews You Say?
Fine, here...
These two were a couple of the best written, so say I :
St. Louis Post-Discpatch (st. loo's biggest paper)
Riverfront Times (St. Loo's free, "alternative", "liberal" paper)
These two were by the same guy :
KWMU 90.7
Backstage.com (<-anybody else think dude found a really judicious way to say that he yawned at me?) I like the quote about the final scene in this one: KDHX
This guy calls us "outstanding" yet still manages to make the production sound not-exactly-worth-seeing : Playbackstl.com
This one contains the first and last ever reference to me as "a big muscular man" : St. Louis American. I like the compliments, but I wish they could've been wrapped in an article that was more... shall we say... objective?
This one, to me is good example of a review by someone who obviously liked what he saw, yet manages to give a constructive critique of the play. There is a difference between stating likes/dislikes of something and critiquing it (though, of course, I can't tell you what the difference is...) : TalkinBroadway.com
These two were a couple of the best written, so say I :
St. Louis Post-Discpatch (st. loo's biggest paper)
Riverfront Times (St. Loo's free, "alternative", "liberal" paper)
These two were by the same guy :
KWMU 90.7
Backstage.com (<-anybody else think dude found a really judicious way to say that he yawned at me?) I like the quote about the final scene in this one: KDHX
This guy calls us "outstanding" yet still manages to make the production sound not-exactly-worth-seeing : Playbackstl.com
This one contains the first and last ever reference to me as "a big muscular man" : St. Louis American. I like the compliments, but I wish they could've been wrapped in an article that was more... shall we say... objective?
This one, to me is good example of a review by someone who obviously liked what he saw, yet manages to give a constructive critique of the play. There is a difference between stating likes/dislikes of something and critiquing it (though, of course, I can't tell you what the difference is...) : TalkinBroadway.com
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I'm baaack
back in nyc
tired
temp agency mysteriously calls about a job (despite me not telling them I'm back)
need to re-memorize a show before a rehearsal tonight
tired
temp agency mysteriously calls about a job (despite me not telling them I'm back)
need to re-memorize a show before a rehearsal tonight
Friday, January 20, 2006
More ish from saynt loo
The next time somebody wants me to do a one or two person show with only 2.5 weeks to rehearse, I will respond with a gingerly raised middle finger.
I'm still waiting to work up the gumption to tell these other folks that I'd rather not do their show.
I was perhaps, a bit hyperbolic in discribing the fractured nature of the St. Louis metro. There is a large portion in the center that is St. Louis proper, and they have casino boats, so I guess that's something that grown folk can do (albeit older folk typically).
It appears, unless I was really absent-minded in misplacing it) that my Andis T-Outliner was removed from my dressing room by someone other than me...
On my way back from getting a new one and needing something to remind me that all material is meaningless, I saw a green Geo Metro 3 door with the "4x4" and "5.7 Hemi" badges from a Dodge Ram stuck haphazardly onto it. There was even a faded flame decal on the nose of the car. Horrible that I didn't have the digital camera, it is...
I'm still waiting to work up the gumption to tell these other folks that I'd rather not do their show.
I was perhaps, a bit hyperbolic in discribing the fractured nature of the St. Louis metro. There is a large portion in the center that is St. Louis proper, and they have casino boats, so I guess that's something that grown folk can do (albeit older folk typically).
It appears, unless I was really absent-minded in misplacing it) that my Andis T-Outliner was removed from my dressing room by someone other than me...
On my way back from getting a new one and needing something to remind me that all material is meaningless, I saw a green Geo Metro 3 door with the "4x4" and "5.7 Hemi" badges from a Dodge Ram stuck haphazardly onto it. There was even a faded flame decal on the nose of the car. Horrible that I didn't have the digital camera, it is...
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
The Absolute Last Time I'm Explaining My Position on the 2006 Rose Bowl
USC's defense was disappointing: I was under the impression that they'd gotten their tackling issues under control. When playing an offense that is faster than you, YOU MUST TACKLE WHEN YOU GET TO THE BALL.
USC's coaching was disappointing: Calling you last timeout during the other team's EP attempt and there's only :20 left on the clock? What exactly was the point? 4th and 2 late in the 4th, you're up and you go for it? Without both of your best runners in the game to try and fool the defense? Or, if your QB is so @$@$ good, how 'bout calling playaction? Or perhaps a SCREEN PLAY?!?!
Or, just punt the dang ball! A 12 point lead with 6:00 minutes left.... Just ridiculous
Not exactly related, but how is it Reggie Bush gets about 90 yards on 13 carries and close to a hundred more receiving and a touchdown, and Texas "shut him down". Isn't that like, 7 yards a rush? And are the only plays that USC has for the guy sweeps? Can a brother get a counter?
Officiating: Ok, I understand bad calls going both ways, but how, with the advantage of replay, do you miss a player's knee resting comfortably on the ground?
UT's ball handling was disappointing. Proof the devil lives in Texas: UT fumbles like four times and loses it only...wait did they ever lose a fumble?
At some point, once people finally get over Vince Young's performance, people will realize that this is not the best game of all time. It was a very competitive game. But there was a lot of ugly stuff here.
I was tempted for a second to say that USC still has a better team, but I really can't. I think their talent on offense was spread out better, but that doesn't really matter when your coaching sucks - and USC coaching got WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY exposed. Didn't Pete Carroll used to coach in the League? Oh, yeah. That's right. He got fired.
Man, I'm glad I'm not a USC fan.
BTW, the NCAA record books are apparently going to add an asterisk next to UT as it's 2006 champion showing that Vince Young was the actual champion and UT accepts by proxy.
Therefore: UT still sucks
(shrug)
USC's coaching was disappointing: Calling you last timeout during the other team's EP attempt and there's only :20 left on the clock? What exactly was the point? 4th and 2 late in the 4th, you're up and you go for it? Without both of your best runners in the game to try and fool the defense? Or, if your QB is so @$@$ good, how 'bout calling playaction? Or perhaps a SCREEN PLAY?!?!
Or, just punt the dang ball! A 12 point lead with 6:00 minutes left.... Just ridiculous
Not exactly related, but how is it Reggie Bush gets about 90 yards on 13 carries and close to a hundred more receiving and a touchdown, and Texas "shut him down". Isn't that like, 7 yards a rush? And are the only plays that USC has for the guy sweeps? Can a brother get a counter?
Officiating: Ok, I understand bad calls going both ways, but how, with the advantage of replay, do you miss a player's knee resting comfortably on the ground?
UT's ball handling was disappointing. Proof the devil lives in Texas: UT fumbles like four times and loses it only...wait did they ever lose a fumble?
At some point, once people finally get over Vince Young's performance, people will realize that this is not the best game of all time. It was a very competitive game. But there was a lot of ugly stuff here.
I was tempted for a second to say that USC still has a better team, but I really can't. I think their talent on offense was spread out better, but that doesn't really matter when your coaching sucks - and USC coaching got WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY exposed. Didn't Pete Carroll used to coach in the League? Oh, yeah. That's right. He got fired.
Man, I'm glad I'm not a USC fan.
BTW, the NCAA record books are apparently going to add an asterisk next to UT as it's 2006 champion showing that Vince Young was the actual champion and UT accepts by proxy.
Therefore: UT still sucks
(shrug)
Saturday, January 07, 2006
2nd Week in St. Loo
Some quick ramblings about this city/play I'm in for the next few weeks:
Unless I've missed it, and I'm not saying I haven't, but St. Louis leaves a little to be desired in terms of nightlife, but I guess this is more of a family, daytime type city.
If you ever come for a quick jaunt to Gateway City and it seems you accidently keep going outside of the city limits, don't worry, it's not just you. Unlike most other metro areas, St. Louis has not quite grasped the idea of annexation. All those little towns and hamlets that existed when the city first formed and have sprung up since still exist as separate municipalities. It makes keeping one's eyes open for cops somewhat more challenging, I must say.
Rush hour lasts 15 minutes here. 30 on a bad day. It's crazy. And these have to be the least aggressive drivers anywhere. I can sneeze and merge. Strangely, this makes me that much more aggressive when I drive. Move b!tc# !!
The show I'm in is opening in less than two weeks, I never leave the stage, and I've barely scratched the surface of learning it. Or maybe it just feels that way 'cuz I've rehearsed almost 8 hours a day almost every day that I've been here.
There is a radio station here that refers to itself as "Foxy 95".
?
What? Fire whoever came up with that gem. Quick. "Foxy"....ugh.
The apartment that I'm staying in is the largest amount of space that I've had for my own personal use in, like, five years. It smells like old Marlboros when I get too close to the floor, but...space....glorious space (sigh).
Do me a favor. Don't ask me about, refer to or otherwise comment on my hair. I'm still in some pain.
(insert GrimAce here)
Unless I've missed it, and I'm not saying I haven't, but St. Louis leaves a little to be desired in terms of nightlife, but I guess this is more of a family, daytime type city.
If you ever come for a quick jaunt to Gateway City and it seems you accidently keep going outside of the city limits, don't worry, it's not just you. Unlike most other metro areas, St. Louis has not quite grasped the idea of annexation. All those little towns and hamlets that existed when the city first formed and have sprung up since still exist as separate municipalities. It makes keeping one's eyes open for cops somewhat more challenging, I must say.
Rush hour lasts 15 minutes here. 30 on a bad day. It's crazy. And these have to be the least aggressive drivers anywhere. I can sneeze and merge. Strangely, this makes me that much more aggressive when I drive. Move b!tc# !!
The show I'm in is opening in less than two weeks, I never leave the stage, and I've barely scratched the surface of learning it. Or maybe it just feels that way 'cuz I've rehearsed almost 8 hours a day almost every day that I've been here.
There is a radio station here that refers to itself as "Foxy 95".
?
What? Fire whoever came up with that gem. Quick. "Foxy"....ugh.
The apartment that I'm staying in is the largest amount of space that I've had for my own personal use in, like, five years. It smells like old Marlboros when I get too close to the floor, but...space....glorious space (sigh).
Do me a favor. Don't ask me about, refer to or otherwise comment on my hair. I'm still in some pain.
(insert GrimAce here)
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Before it's too late,
I'm making a quick entry. I'm headed to St. Louis tomorrow and there's no access in the apartment I'll be in. And that sucks.
My brother gave me his Olympus C-725. Two words: it's on (devil-ish grin).
Um. There was other stuff.... but I forgot.
Why do peanut-head, Alan Keyes-voiced negroes so dominate Fox & Friends? I just don't understand how people don't see Rupert Murdoch's perpetual inside joke. Grand sarcasm. The knuckleheads that watch it are the same one's that will complain about the content of Fox or FX. That guys a comic genius. Really.
Ok. I need to look through this script.
My brother gave me his Olympus C-725. Two words: it's on (devil-ish grin).
Um. There was other stuff.... but I forgot.
Why do peanut-head, Alan Keyes-voiced negroes so dominate Fox & Friends? I just don't understand how people don't see Rupert Murdoch's perpetual inside joke. Grand sarcasm. The knuckleheads that watch it are the same one's that will complain about the content of Fox or FX. That guys a comic genius. Really.
Ok. I need to look through this script.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
The Rockets Suck...
And I don't necessarily mean the players. At what point did the Rockets management become such poor judges of talent? I mean this is the club that realized what steals Sam Cassell and Mario Elie were.
Now you're shipping out your good players and hoping to find good ones in free agency and via trades - and generally failing.
Then, when you actually manage to succeed (Mike James) you trade before he's even with you for a year? You had a guy that was JUST on a championship team. Isn't that the kind of dude you WANT your young players around?
And they gave him up for what, a dude that's two years younger and with two more years on his contract (psychological problems notwithstanding).
I guess it's a sign that the only times they've picked the right personnel were flukes. They got lucky. This coming June, the Rockets will be 10 full years from their last ring. They won't be getting back there again any time soon. Alexander, Dawson and the rest have no idea how to assemble talent - at least not for the sake of winning a championship. Les certainly knows how to make money and will, therefore, keep Yao Ming on the roster for the next 57 as long as the Chinese continue to send money his way. But I'm already prepared for when McGrady gets fed up and demands a trade.
Or the management, on the spur of the moment, trades McGrady, a chocolate bar, 6 pallets of IBM Thinkpads, and a Tiffany vase for a power forward that scored 30 points in one game 15 years earlier.
Now you're shipping out your good players and hoping to find good ones in free agency and via trades - and generally failing.
Then, when you actually manage to succeed (Mike James) you trade before he's even with you for a year? You had a guy that was JUST on a championship team. Isn't that the kind of dude you WANT your young players around?
And they gave him up for what, a dude that's two years younger and with two more years on his contract (psychological problems notwithstanding).
I guess it's a sign that the only times they've picked the right personnel were flukes. They got lucky. This coming June, the Rockets will be 10 full years from their last ring. They won't be getting back there again any time soon. Alexander, Dawson and the rest have no idea how to assemble talent - at least not for the sake of winning a championship. Les certainly knows how to make money and will, therefore, keep Yao Ming on the roster for the next 57 as long as the Chinese continue to send money his way. But I'm already prepared for when McGrady gets fed up and demands a trade.
Or the management, on the spur of the moment, trades McGrady, a chocolate bar, 6 pallets of IBM Thinkpads, and a Tiffany vase for a power forward that scored 30 points in one game 15 years earlier.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Random *ish (again)
If you need to replace your headphones and don't want to pay alot, try these jawns called SparkPlugs by KOSS. Big sound for little money. Ridiculously efficient little monsters...help you save juice on your portable device 'cuz you don't have to turn it up as loud. Can be little tricky to get the fit right, so READ INSTRUCTIONS. Also, they block the ear canal, so maybe not that good if you have to pay attention to your surroundings. As I sit here, I'm supposed to be getting ready to head out tomorrow, but I can't 'cuz every time I start to be productive something with a banging beat comes on and I have to sit, hear, and head-nod to the glorious sound coming from these little things. If you go looking for them, don't do so at Best Buy - straight rip-off. The want more than what the KOSS asks for on their website.
I finally found a fish & shrimp joint out here on the island. To make it even better, it turns out to be a fish & bbq joint. Take make it glorious: REAL LIVE BLACK PEOPLE WORKING IN THE KITCHEN. Not that have a problem eating food cooked by the other flavors of my minority bretheren, but lakefood just feels better when pulled out of the deep frier by a cat that looks like he could be your cousin. If it's tex-mex, I prefer spanish speakers; if Thai food, almond-eyed folks; if Caribbean, well, just about any description could fit that - but I figure you get the gist.
When I opened the box everything looked well-seasoned, but that was a little misleading. It needed a shot of Tony's or something, still pretty good though. Freshest whiting I've ever had (but why no CATFISH!!!). The shrimp were a little overcooked, but the tartar sauce was realer than traffic jams during a transit strike. They also had sweet potato pie. Unsure whether I'd be making it to Grambling before heading to MO, I decided to sample. Not bad... The filling needed to be whipped more thoroughly and it needed to set a little bit longer in the oven, but serviceable at $2.50 for down-home-sized slice.
You do realize that people in New York City are actually stopping and letting strangers into their cars so they can drive without getting a ticket, right? Do you REALIZE how un-New York, yet completely New York that is?
Should you ever happen to be in NYC during the winter based holidays and want to set out to view some of the world-famed NYC holiday window displays, check out Bergdorf Goodman on 5th Ave. at Grand Army Plaza. It's not one of the more well known stores for seasonal decoration, but their windows have a sense of design that you don't get from most of the other stores.
Ok, I'm starting to feel woozy. I must go start packing now. Travel sucks. I still haven't decided if I'm going to stop in SC.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Right when I was cheering for this dude
Tiki Barber has been announced as a regular contributor on "Fox & Friends". I saw him on there the other morning and got suspicious, I just remembered to search it just now and found out that this has been going on periodically for a minute and is now officially (though not O-Fishully, mind you) the case.
Polish them teef nice and whyte, negro. You on teevee.
And while I'm in the subject, is he really that good or are defenses just that bad this year? KC had a run of like, 20 games without allowing a 100 yard rusher, and they all the sudden start letting this dude beat them 9 players at a time?
ah, well. back to this script i go.
Polish them teef nice and whyte, negro. You on teevee.
And while I'm in the subject, is he really that good or are defenses just that bad this year? KC had a run of like, 20 games without allowing a 100 yard rusher, and they all the sudden start letting this dude beat them 9 players at a time?
ah, well. back to this script i go.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Beck - "Hell Yes"
Iffin yoo ain't seen this video yet, make an appointment to do so. The nerd in you will find it glorious. The kid in you whose favorite character was Twiki on Buck Rogers will find it glorious.
just glorious
the video can also be found at his website - go to the "video" section,
but you need a fast connection and a speedy computer to really appreciate it.
Glorious!
just so you know, those are Sony's (boo) QRIO.
edit 42108: Check out "Nausea" as well. Puppets!
just glorious
the video can also be found at his website - go to the "video" section,
but you need a fast connection and a speedy computer to really appreciate it.
Glorious!
just so you know, those are Sony's (boo) QRIO.
edit 42108: Check out "Nausea" as well. Puppets!
Sunday, December 11, 2005
I just got my script
for Yellowman. I got a little giddy opening it up. I guess after getting the call about my travel expense check and it arriving, it's starting to seem real. I have a tendency to believe that people are going to change their minds when I get cast for something I really want to be in.
I just wish I had time to stop in St. Stephen, SC to soak up a little local flavor. I might still try.
I just wish I had time to stop in St. Stephen, SC to soak up a little local flavor. I might still try.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Reason #2,342 Why I Need an Accountant
or a gf thass good with money:
SAG has apparently already sent me not only the check I've been expecting since summer, but another in October as well.
You know how many lbs. of ribs I coulda smoked with them checks?
(self-inflicted gas-face)
addendum
NOT that I'm rich or anything. I just need to do a better job of making sure I'm getting paid when I'm owed money (biz-owners and otherwise self-employed folks, signify)
SAG has apparently already sent me not only the check I've been expecting since summer, but another in October as well.
You know how many lbs. of ribs I coulda smoked with them checks?
(self-inflicted gas-face)
addendum
NOT that I'm rich or anything. I just need to do a better job of making sure I'm getting paid when I'm owed money (biz-owners and otherwise self-employed folks, signify)
Sunday, December 04, 2005
This isn't a rabbit, I'm just relaxed...
According to a program I saw on Discovery Channel, male arousal happens when nitric oxide is sent from the brain to "the area". The musculature of the penis is spongy, as opposed to the more fibrous nature of other muscles. When flacid, the penis' muscle is actually taught, restricting blood flow. The nitric causes the muscle to relax allowing free blood flow and the resulting expansion.
There are those with additional letters behind their names who hypothesize that female physiology works similarly.
Viagara actually works by maximizing the effect of nitric oxide, though there are concerns over it.
Since it is basically an issue of blood flow, the same issue can be addressed with vitamins/exercise.
Basically, you'll be happier if you live healthier. Yeah. Big news.
There are those with additional letters behind their names who hypothesize that female physiology works similarly.
Viagara actually works by maximizing the effect of nitric oxide, though there are concerns over it.
Since it is basically an issue of blood flow, the same issue can be addressed with vitamins/exercise.
Basically, you'll be happier if you live healthier. Yeah. Big news.
Friday, December 02, 2005
?
Last night I had a dream that I was trying out for an adventure game show of the Survivor variety. During these things they always take your picture.
Weird thing was that they were taking the pictures of you nude. I was the only one there that seemed to question this. I could understand why they wanted to see people in swimsuits ('cuz , you know, it's TV), but I seemed to be the only one questioning the need for complete nudity. I determined to defy by posing in my underthangs, but I started coming out of the dreaming depth of sleep.
Always at the good part...
Weird thing was that they were taking the pictures of you nude. I was the only one there that seemed to question this. I could understand why they wanted to see people in swimsuits ('cuz , you know, it's TV), but I seemed to be the only one questioning the need for complete nudity. I determined to defy by posing in my underthangs, but I started coming out of the dreaming depth of sleep.
Always at the good part...
Introducing Sean Edward Bennett
That's prolly Robert Edward's thumb on the side of his head. You can see his big sister Lauren's torso in the background. They're about the same number of years apart as me and Cassandra. We have a strange way of doing that on the Bennett side.P.S: 6lbs 8oz
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Peanut Butter Jelly Time
In the event that you're wondering what Brian singing in that banana suit on Adult Swim is about, click here.
Ted Lange
I missed my chance to network with Ted Lange, better known as Isaac the bartender from Love Boat, last night.
I have got get a manager.
I just ain't one for hobnobbin'.
I have got get a manager.
I just ain't one for hobnobbin'.
Monday, November 28, 2005
My newest nephew
appears to a bit apprehensive about making his extra-maternal debut. Please send up shouts of encouragement when you have a moment...
(though I can't say I really blame 'im)
Ed.: He's here. Sean Edward Bennett. Stats and pics to come.
(though I can't say I really blame 'im)
Ed.: He's here. Sean Edward Bennett. Stats and pics to come.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
ESPN GAMEDAY IS AT THE CLASSIC
ESPN Gameday is in Houston for the Bayou Classic?!??!?? What!!!!?!?!??!
(ridiculous glee)
(ridiculous glee)
Thursday, November 24, 2005
What Is this for?
For all of my jumping up and down about how ppl should blog and how blogger is at least ridiculously easy, I cannot figure out how to get MySpace to do what I want it to.
Which, basically, is to point to this blog.
I'd care less, but, like, er-body is MySpacing now. Which I don't like. I don't like seeing things centralized at one site. That's what's gorgeous about blogging. You got options.
I want my MySpace blog to point here.
I've already got two years and change invested in this one.
But I feel obligated to keep the MySpace acct 'cuz, as previously stated, errybody (I give a nickel about) has one.
'Least it makes more sense than Friendster.
(jinkies)
Which, basically, is to point to this blog.
I'd care less, but, like, er-body is MySpacing now. Which I don't like. I don't like seeing things centralized at one site. That's what's gorgeous about blogging. You got options.
I want my MySpace blog to point here.
I've already got two years and change invested in this one.
But I feel obligated to keep the MySpace acct 'cuz, as previously stated, errybody (I give a nickel about) has one.
'Least it makes more sense than Friendster.
(jinkies)
I apologize for not being able
to spend more time at home as I planned. I got cast in a play.
My bad.
In other news, ladies who are tired of being harassed by men: this seems like a good idea. In addition to making camera phones seem useful.
(although the quality would be SO much better with a cheap digi cam)
My bad.
In other news, ladies who are tired of being harassed by men: this seems like a good idea. In addition to making camera phones seem useful.
(although the quality would be SO much better with a cheap digi cam)
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Blog Spammer Dedication
It would appear that someone has either figured out a way around word verification for comments or these nitwits are focused enough to actually go through wach page individual-like to post garbage.
Guard your blogs carefully....
Guard your blogs carefully....
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Something only those who never got whipped could be mad at...
http://www.chron.com/cs/CDA/ssistory.mpl/nation/3466665
One girl's very public punishment
Mom's approach to her daughter's behavior, grades causes controversy
By SEAN MURPHYAssociated Press
EDMOND, OKLA. - Tasha Henderson got tired of her 14-year-old daughter's poor grades, her chronic lateness to class and her talking back to her teachers, so she decided to teach the girl a lesson.
She made Coretha stand at a busy Oklahoma City intersection Nov. 4 with a sign that read: "I don't do my homework and I act up in school, so my parents are preparing me for my future. Will work for food."
"This may not work. I'm not a professional," said Henderson, a 34-year-old mother of three. "But I felt I owed it to my child to at least try."
In fact, Henderson has seen a turnaround in her daughter's behavior in the past week and a half. But the punishment prompted letters and calls to talk radio from people either praising the woman or blasting her for publicly humiliating her daughter.
"The parents of that girl need more education than she does if they can't see that the worst scenario in this case is to kill their daughter psychologically," Suzanne Ball said in a letter to the Oklahoman.
Marvin Lyle, 52, said in an interview: "I don't see anything wrong with it. I see the other extreme where parents don't care what the kids do, and at least she wants to help her kid."
Coretha has been getting C's and D's as a freshman at Edmond Memorial High in this well-to-do Oklahoma City suburb.
While Henderson stood next to her daughter at the intersection, a passing motorist called police with a report of psychological abuse, and an Oklahoma City police officer took a report. Mother and daughter were asked to leave after about an hour, and no citation was issued. But the report was forwarded to the state Department of Human Services.
"There wasn't any criminal act involved that the officer could see that would require any criminal investigation," Master Sgt. Charles Phillips said. "DHS may follow up."
DHS spokesman Doug Doe would not comment on whether an investigation was opened, but suggested such a case would probably not be a high priority.
Tasha Henderson said her daughter's attendance has been perfect and her behavior has been better since the incident.
Coretha, a soft-spoken girl, acknowledged the punishment was humiliating but said it got her attention. "I won't talk back," she said quietly, hanging her head.
She already had been forced by her parents to give up basketball and track because of slipping grades, and said she hopes to improve in school so she can play next year.
Donald Wertlieb, a professor of child development at the Eliot-Pearson Department of Child Development at Tufts University, warned that such punishment could do extreme emotional damage. He said rewarding positive behavior is more effective.
"The trick is to catch them being good," he said. "It sounds like this mother has not had a chance to catch her child being good or is so upset over seeing her be bad, that's where the focus is."
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Cool
here's a pretty interesting photoblog I just came across. Good way to make backgrounds (for those who spend 5 hours a day making new bg's - like me).
the Black Eyed Peas gives Southern Food a bad name
so I'm going to have to develop some readily recognizable, but wholly insulting derivative of the name so I can crack on them and still enjoy dinner on New Year's. Although it really shouldn't be a problem since I don't really spend a great deal of time thinking about them.
That said:
While BEP is quite nausea inducing as the Barney & Friends of the pop rap world, they seem even more pitiful trying to be risqué.
"My Humps"? What?
First: get a singer who can visually sell the concept of having curves worth referring to as humps.
Second: Stop trying to add to the cultural lexicon. The cool youth have a bad habit of eschewing corporate attempts to add to their culture.
Then again, I guess purple dinosaurs have to copulate, too.
No, actually, they don't (no nuts).
I'm going to start a new line of hate-wear aimed at college-aged, well-to-do, white kids.
It's going to be called Bah & Bollocks.
Then I'm going to manufacture a pop/rap group to market it called
The Wack-ass Cheese.
Haters Unite - Funk the White House (Laura would appreciate it)
PEace: ceederble
That said:
While BEP is quite nausea inducing as the Barney & Friends of the pop rap world, they seem even more pitiful trying to be risqué.
"My Humps"? What?
First: get a singer who can visually sell the concept of having curves worth referring to as humps.
Second: Stop trying to add to the cultural lexicon. The cool youth have a bad habit of eschewing corporate attempts to add to their culture.
Then again, I guess purple dinosaurs have to copulate, too.
No, actually, they don't (no nuts).
I'm going to start a new line of hate-wear aimed at college-aged, well-to-do, white kids.
It's going to be called Bah & Bollocks.
Then I'm going to manufacture a pop/rap group to market it called
The Wack-ass Cheese.
Haters Unite - Funk the White House (Laura would appreciate it)
PEace: ceederble
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Run's House addendum
Ok, I take it back. There's blatant setuppery. Looks like it anyway. Still watchable for some reason.
I didn't even like RUN-DMC. I liked Down with the King. But I don't think that counts.
I didn't even like RUN-DMC. I liked Down with the King. But I don't think that counts.
Run's House
I never thought I'd be admitting to liking a reality show, especially on on MTV, but Run's House is the jawn.
It does, at times feel, set up (see the "sportsmanship" ep). For the greater part though, it's nicely normal.
But not in a "see how normal these rich people are" type way.
OK. No more talking about TV. I can feel my sentences fragmenting.
It does, at times feel, set up (see the "sportsmanship" ep). For the greater part though, it's nicely normal.
But not in a "see how normal these rich people are" type way.
OK. No more talking about TV. I can feel my sentences fragmenting.
"English is the language of success"
so sayeth the Conservative half of Hannity and Colmes.
Somewhat strange to say considering it seemed to be intended to support the need for immigrants to be willing to assimilate in France.
France.
France
I don't, at all, think this dude believes anything he says. It's all pandering to the intended Fox audience.
The overall deal had to do with "the media" not being willing to refer to those participating in the French uprising as Muslim; how we must be willing to focus on Muslims since they're the ones causing all the trouble.
Aside from the general violation of what I've always been told are American ideals in that line of thought, what I've heard from the news is that those involved are mostly Black and Arab from North and sub-Saharan Africa. I was tempted to call or write to clue homie to the news that not everyone of African decent is Muslim, but I remembered that dude just says whatever he thinks will appeal to the intended demographic (and invites guests who do the same).
I wonder if, during Vietnam or Watergate or the entirety of the 80's, the words "end of the American empire" were thrown around much.
Somewhat strange to say considering it seemed to be intended to support the need for immigrants to be willing to assimilate in France.
France.
France
I don't, at all, think this dude believes anything he says. It's all pandering to the intended Fox audience.
The overall deal had to do with "the media" not being willing to refer to those participating in the French uprising as Muslim; how we must be willing to focus on Muslims since they're the ones causing all the trouble.
Aside from the general violation of what I've always been told are American ideals in that line of thought, what I've heard from the news is that those involved are mostly Black and Arab from North and sub-Saharan Africa. I was tempted to call or write to clue homie to the news that not everyone of African decent is Muslim, but I remembered that dude just says whatever he thinks will appeal to the intended demographic (and invites guests who do the same).
I wonder if, during Vietnam or Watergate or the entirety of the 80's, the words "end of the American empire" were thrown around much.
Like 80's R&B? - (Joy, stop frontin')
This is pretty nice stream. Click on the rather small speaker icon in the top right corner of the page.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
:)
Returning home, I did something I usually do: looked somewhere I already had.
vv
My ID's and pics were in my bag. Not sure how it came out of the wallet, though.
Happy
glee
thanks
relief
ok, enough of that. back to the hate.
Curtis "50 Cent" jackson is a moron.
I wonder how long before somebody tries make him "the next Tupac"...
dipshit.
vv
My ID's and pics were in my bag. Not sure how it came out of the wallet, though.
Happy
glee
thanks
relief
ok, enough of that. back to the hate.
Curtis "50 Cent" jackson is a moron.
I wonder how long before somebody tries make him "the next Tupac"...
dipshit.
:(
I just realized why my wallet felt so much thinner last night. My ID insert fell out somewhere. If memory serves I heard a slap on the ground somewhere during this past week while walking around NYC. I'll check the places I went yesterday, but I fear it is quite gone. Which means all my pictures that were in are gone also. Hopefully it's at home on the floor.
Been meaning to put those in an album for a minute...
:(
Been meaning to put those in an album for a minute...
:(
The Adidas Ozweego
is the perfectest fitting on my foot shoe ever. I went slipped one on today and was reminded of what made my pay fullprice almost nine years ago. It hasn't happened again since.
Why can't I find a casual moc-toe boot that feels as good on my foot as the Ozweego?
I think I'm gonna just buy some and paint them dark brown.
It really is the best feeling shoe ever.
And while I'm talking about being good to the foot...
Why do women wear heels that cause their ankles to turn? Don't that @#$# feel scary? I break it down to one knee like James whenever I even think my ankle's about to give on the x-axis. And how do you walk around NYC with that on all day? And you WONDER why you're pigeon-toed?
A hypothesis: one should never wear a shoe with a narrower heel or forefoot area than one's own heel or forefoot.
Seek health not vanity.
Balance AND stability. (metaphorically and literally)
Uh, somebody call Jesse, I just wrote him a banger.
Why can't I find a casual moc-toe boot that feels as good on my foot as the Ozweego?
I think I'm gonna just buy some and paint them dark brown.
It really is the best feeling shoe ever.
And while I'm talking about being good to the foot...
Why do women wear heels that cause their ankles to turn? Don't that @#$# feel scary? I break it down to one knee like James whenever I even think my ankle's about to give on the x-axis. And how do you walk around NYC with that on all day? And you WONDER why you're pigeon-toed?
A hypothesis: one should never wear a shoe with a narrower heel or forefoot area than one's own heel or forefoot.
Seek health not vanity.
Balance AND stability. (metaphorically and literally)
Uh, somebody call Jesse, I just wrote him a banger.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Boondock Follow-up
Upon the 3am viewing, I realized that an egregious though not uncommon (in the 80's low-budget stuff) mistake was made.
While Grandad is explaining that they're all going to the garden party, the same voice gets used for Huey & Riley. It could be a result of Ms. King having gotten confused. It could've been a script mistake during v/o taping. Whatever the case, it should've been caught. Of course if the characters were better (more distinctly) voiced, that catch would've been easier.
Alas, we'll see how the next few go...
While Grandad is explaining that they're all going to the garden party, the same voice gets used for Huey & Riley. It could be a result of Ms. King having gotten confused. It could've been a script mistake during v/o taping. Whatever the case, it should've been caught. Of course if the characters were better (more distinctly) voiced, that catch would've been easier.
Alas, we'll see how the next few go...
Squidbillies
is the JAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWN!!!!!!!!!!
especially the "Chalky Trouble" episode
if only boondocks was this good (sigh.....must.....reserve......judgement........)
especially the "Chalky Trouble" episode
if only boondocks was this good (sigh.....must.....reserve......judgement........)
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Boondocks Cartoon Review: First Episode
First Segment
"Hush nigger" was funny.
John Witherspoon is only sorta getting on my nerves at this point.
Regina King's voicing is NOT working. Who made that decision. Why would you make that decision?
The jokes seem to be a bit over-the-head-with-a-blunt-object for my taste. Part of what's funny on the strip is that you CAN'T say "nigger", or certain other things. @$%@# makes it funny. (d@mn, it)
Charlie Murphy voices a white dude: funny, but he could've been used on a better character. Neverthelss, Charlie Murphy talking - anytime - is hilarious.
Summary
First ep's are usually sort of dragged down by plot setup, but there wasn't much here. Still series can improve as they move into the third week, so I'll reserve judgement.
Of what I've seen so far, however, I ain't real enthused.
So they said nigger a lot. I can go and hear that !$!# in damn near any public school 8th grade homeroom.
"Hush nigger" was funny.
John Witherspoon is only sorta getting on my nerves at this point.
Regina King's voicing is NOT working. Who made that decision. Why would you make that decision?
The jokes seem to be a bit over-the-head-with-a-blunt-object for my taste. Part of what's funny on the strip is that you CAN'T say "nigger", or certain other things. @$%@# makes it funny. (d@mn, it)
Second Segment
"I think the 'n' word is ok if they say it," was funnyCharlie Murphy voices a white dude: funny, but he could've been used on a better character. Neverthelss, Charlie Murphy talking - anytime - is hilarious.
Summary
First ep's are usually sort of dragged down by plot setup, but there wasn't much here. Still series can improve as they move into the third week, so I'll reserve judgement.
Of what I've seen so far, however, I ain't real enthused.
So they said nigger a lot. I can go and hear that !$!# in damn near any public school 8th grade homeroom.
Wow (name)
There is a member of my alma mater's current football team whose first name is
SirVincent
That is not misspelled, miss-capitalized or mis-spaced.
I need some backstory on that one...
SirVincent
That is not misspelled, miss-capitalized or mis-spaced.
I need some backstory on that one...
Friday, November 04, 2005
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Fun with staring
Over the past couple of months, people have commented to me about people staring at them.
Yesterday was my turn.
I noticed the whole time I was out yesterday that people seemed to be taking more than usual notice of me. There never seemed to be any disgust involved, and I wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary: hoodie, tam, jeans. (shrug)
I was walking through Chelsea on my way to rehearsal and, as they passed, two male toddlers started pointing at me and sing-saying "there's the clown". I would've gotten krunk with the parents, but I realized they were out with their nannies, and nannies really don't give a $@*# as long as their bratly wards aren't interrupting their conversations with the other nannies.
Yesterday was my turn.
I noticed the whole time I was out yesterday that people seemed to be taking more than usual notice of me. There never seemed to be any disgust involved, and I wasn't wearing anything out of the ordinary: hoodie, tam, jeans. (shrug)
I was walking through Chelsea on my way to rehearsal and, as they passed, two male toddlers started pointing at me and sing-saying "there's the clown". I would've gotten krunk with the parents, but I realized they were out with their nannies, and nannies really don't give a $@*# as long as their bratly wards aren't interrupting their conversations with the other nannies.
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