Sunday...what's the plan, yo?And she replied (paraphrased until I can find the actual response):
Be at my house at 9:15 so we can pick up the truck at 9:30. Pack pack pack. Load load load. Look at new apartment and figure out what is needed and what we are going to buy using IKEA, Target, Linens N Things print outs. Go shopping. Come back. Unpack unpack unpack. Build build build. Eat dominoes pizza and dots on the floor while watching Alias as an apartment isn't properly christened until pizza is eaten on the floor.Indeed. But, in between...
"Summer Madness" - Kool & The Gang, Summer Madness (off of Internet Radio Station Jazzmusique)
Reader M. Anthony Smith III asks:
Can you tell me something about you?
Like age, profession, education background, race, etc . . .
I am really interested to know the person behind such a vulgar, disrespectful, and disturbing website.
I don't think I've been called disturbing or vulgar before. Thanks. I would ask disrespectful to whom or what but I doubt I care much.
But, since you asked so nicely.
I'm 27 for about another month. I'm a website manager/content producer for a whole host of reality tv shows. That's my bread and butter. I'm also a freelance writer. I'll actually be talking about a piece I wrote a little later in this post. If I ever decide to pay some bills, I'll have a diploma stating that I have 2 degrees - 1 in sociology and 1 in creative writing from The George Washington University in Washington D.C. I am Black. On both sides of my mother's family however there is some mixing. My great grandmother on my grandmother's side was half Cherokee or Sioux, I can't remember which. My great grandmother on my grandfather's side was half Caucasion. My great great grandfather on his side was likely also half Caucasion but his Massa, best anyone can surmise, would never own up to laying down with his mother. I don't know anything about my biological father but I can't imagine my mother's militant ass ever getting down with anybody non-Black and besides that Omaha wasn't and still isn't all that progressive when it comes to such things.
And for the et cetera: If you ever go to Denny's late at night and order some of the midnight munchies you are likely to get some marinara sauce and possibly some salsa. Both sauces look like chopped up baby. I will call them chopped up baby and remark that nothing goes better with nachos than chopped up baby. Is that vulgar, disrespectful and disturbing enough for you?
Thanks for playing.
"If I say that I love you will you say it back to me?" - Peven Everett, Say It Back (Studio Confessions)
I got this yesterday. I also got Animal Crossing and Resident Evil Zero unexpectedly. Winning Charity Bingo is totally the gift that keeps on giving. Animal Crossing is pretty darn cool, although it's going to take some getting used to the real time aspects of the game. You can't really do anything in the middle of the night because everyone is sleeping. But, you don't want to know about my inner-geek. Saw an excellent AFL game yesterday. I actually think I'm starting to become a fan. Hulk Hogan was in the audience with us. I don't know what that means but that was one of the most notable things about it besides the awesome ending.
What else? They serve you too much food at Burger Continental and none of it is burger. Morcheeba does an incredible 2 hour set. The crowd was filled with industry wonks, though, who wanted to be seen at the hip show rather than really participate in the performance. It was annoying but I persevered and succeeded in not drop kicking people for watching stoically. If I had known that buying balcony seats would preclude us from having floor access, I would have never agreed to such a deal. Morcheeba's music begs to be danced to. It practically requires sensual movement. Can't do that up in the nosebleeds. At least not to it's full effect.
Jianda asked who The HSW was and I realized that I throw out monikers without explaining much who folks are. So...here's the Who's Who of NegroPleaseDotCom:
"They shootin', ha, made you look..." - Nas playing on the soundtrack of Fastlane (and, you know what, that was the best hour of TV I watched this week so to hell with you if you don't love it. Billie bit off an ear and got shanked. Skye was the sexiest evil FBI agent ever (with the sweetest red dragon tat on her back). Jay Mohr told he got a hinky vibe off everyone. Big Boy got to do an action sequence. Facinelli kept his shirt on. Bellamy said he loved the phrase "Deep in the Black." God got his ass kicked and Bill Duke owns. Hard. Bill Duke, I mean. He's the one that owns. Hard. Aww hell, just watch and enjoy.)
I guess maybe 2 and a half years ago was when I started the ill-fated script for a road-tripping rock sort of musical called Hooker. It was about an all-female band, called Hooker, who didn't make it big until they started writing songs that honestly told their tales of love and the pitfalls that fame and fortune bring. The tag line was going to be Hooker: Everybody pays for it. It was very Almost Famous meets Coyote Ugly or something. It was doomed from the start because it should have been a parable about empowerment and liberation but it was wrapped in my own bullshit with the big breakup and my equally wonderful and horrible unrequited crush on The HSW (and don't get it twisted, we're a long way from that point now. You know, life changes, people change, and I'm all over the place this morning...back on topic) and was acting like a romantic comedy. I hate romantic comedies.
"I can't make you love me, I've got to know who I am inside. Once I know my value, I'll no longer waste my time." - Kim English, Treat Me Right (A Soulful House Experience)
Does it ever overwhelm you? The reality of life I mean. That you are just one person here for a short time on this small rock covered mostly by water in the middle of this seemingly unending space? That everything you do has consequence, that something a million years ago happened to bring you to this spot at this moment right now? That you may die today? That you may get in a car accident and from that accident two paramedics may come together and find love and create life from your death. Or maybe you'll avoid that accident and completely alter history. Maybe you will say something that will inspire someone to do great things. Maybe you'll hold your tongue and their lives won't change. Maybe none of it will happen. Maybe all of it will. What you do today will likely affect some aspect of life, the world, the universe for the rest of time. You won't even think about it. You won't even know but it will and the world will continue on. Does that frighten you? Inspire you? Are you nonplussed by your role in all of this? Does it make you feel significant or insignificant?
I'm just in awe sometimes of how big and how little importance I have in this life, in this world, all at the same time.
And sometimes I can't sleep when I think about the opportunities lost, the possibilities ahead, and the power inside.