Sunday, November 30, 2008

detox

detoxify yourself, love, detoxify yourself,
from the illusion of love detox.
from the contusion that love unrequited may bring,
sleep until spring, if you must.
that times were good, you should soon forget,
for remembering leads to great sorrow.
that you soon may forget gives birth to new hope,
yes, TRUE LOVE is discovered tomorrow.
and if not tomorrow, true love then please sleep,
so that i may forego desire to weep.
and if i weep, Dear Lord, may you cleanse
desire to love again this one man.
so, detoxify yourself, love, detoxify yourself,
from the illusion of love detox.
Remedy, i beg thee, reveal unto me
the key that i need to detox.


.......
tears...too..many..please.go.away.
tears.toomany....please...goaway.
tearstoo.many....pleasegoaway.
tearstoomany.please..go...away.
tears...too..many..pleasegoaway.
tears.toomany.please.go.away...
tearstoomanyplease.goaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tears
too
many
please
goaway.....

unless,
you're tears of joy,
then. by all means. stay.
----

"Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height
and caresses your tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots
and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn
he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you
to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread
for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge
become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear
you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you
that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,
but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not
nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love."

--Khalil Gibran

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Pondicherry

I know now is probably the worst possible time to be daydreaming of visiting India (and I do pray for the victims of the terrorist attack and for peace to come into the midst of this horrible tragedy) but about two weeks ago I heard the most unbelievably amazing story of how, years ago, the hand of God led a then thirty-something year old English man, who is half Indian and half African, and had been adopted into an English family as an infant, to Pondicherry, India in the most inexplicable set of circumstances, to meet his birthmother. I probably don't remember all the details of the story as it was told on that Sunday at church (he was testifying to God's goodness and faithfulness in answering a long standing prayer that he find his birthmother) but the story went something like: As a piano player he'd been hired on a few cruiseship gigs, and this particular cruise was going to three destinations in India, one being Pondicherry. He thought it interesting that he was going to India, since he was half Indian and had never been, but also thought it was a strange coincidence that he was going to the area of Pondicherry, which is where he was told his mother was from. Though this was a wonderful "coincidence" he didn't get too excited about it, especially because he'd been trying to find her for years past. As the cruise tour got underway, it turned out that some type of major inclement weather was imminent and the cruise ship captain decided that they would have to dock at a city a few hours away from Pondicherry but they would not be able to continue on to the city itself. In his disappointment of having come so close, he mentioned the story of how his birthmother is believed to be in or from Pondicherry and that he couldn't believe he was so close and would not be able to see where she is from. After hearing this, the cruise director arranged for the guy to get ground transportation from the city where the ship docked into Pondicherry, which was only three or four hours away by motorcoach. The guy couldn't believe that he was being allowed (given favor) to go afterall, and got a few friends together for the day trip. Once they got into the city, he mentioned that there was no sight of the threatening storm that curtailed the cruise trip at all and remarked on the beautiful landscaping, architecture, and people were so vibrantly dressed and full of color from the array of silk saris. He got out of the motorcoach and decided to meander through the middle of the town by himself, content that he was in the land where his birthmother had been born. Because Pondicherry is one of India's few French territories, he didn't really speak to anyone but just walked around to soak in the gorgeous sunlit city. He found himself in front of a school and "curiosity" urged him to go in. Once inside the main foyer of the school and inquiring if the matron spoke English he decided to inquire about records of former students, thinking perhaps there was a chance his mother had studied there. He asked about a former student, just for fun I'll call Genevieve La'Vie. And as it turned out that not only did the matron know of a former student by the name of Genevieve La'Vie, but she was currently a professor there at the school and teaching a class in session that very moment! His heart almost stopped as he asked if he'd be able to go up to her classroom to see her. The matron responded that visitors were not allowed while class was in session, but once the session ended he would be able to go up. So for the next half hour or so, here he stood with the possibility that, at age 31 in the middle of a cruise gig to Pondicherry, he could possibly be standing within a few feet from the woman who had given him life. Finally the class ended and as the students filed out of the room he found a way to put one foot in front of the other until he was standing at the doorway of her classroom. But, he didn't go right in; he stood for a little while longer and watched the woman before deciding that he was actually going to go in and speak to her. As he entered the room she didn't notice him straightaway, and he sat at a desk when she finally looked up and asked in French if she could help him. He answered asking if her name was Genevieve La'Vie and if she spoke English and she did. She asked if he was a British student visiting the university, he said that he was not. "Then why are you here?" she asked, "How may I help you." "I think you are my mother," he anwered. She looked at him. "Why would you think that?" And he went on to tell her that he was a pianist working on a cruise ship from England and how he was adopted into an English family as an infant though he is half African and half Indian with his birthmother named Genevieve La'Vie from Pondicherry. She looked at him for a minute, and said "I think you are my son." And when he stood up they embraced for what seemed like an eternity though it was probably more like ten minutes. With tears in her eyes she said, "This is the Lord's doing, the Lord has brought you back to me so that I can ask that you forgive me. I've never gotten over having given you up and I've only had the Lord to lean on in my grief. He has done this, he has brought us together!" He said that up until that point, he'd been raised in a Christian home but never really came to know and understand Christ as Lord, as a gracious, merciful God that would answer any prayer in the most unpredictable, phenomenal way. But at that moment, with his mother, whom he'd never met, standing there with tears in her eyes asking his forgiveness and testifying of the love of God and his grace in bringing them together, there was no way he could turn a blind eye to goodness and faithfulness of God... So, his story basically ended at that scene there in the classroom and how it led directly to his belief and salvation in Christ, which is a beautiful story through and through. But ever since hearing it, I cannot stop thinking about this place in India called PONDICHERRY. It just sounds like a delicious place where dreams come true! So I finally researched it a bit and found this INTERESTING ARTICLE and these BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPHS both published earlier this year. So maybe one day with God's help I'll make it to Pondicherry myself and have a wonderful life-changing blessing of a trip!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

That Slumdog love be real.

I used my free-movie-Tuesdays to watch Slumdog Millionaire this evening.



(*Sigh* beautifully, painstakingly, heartbreakingly, love-prevailingly worth seeing. more than once. see it.)

So..........much like "eternal sunshine" it further embeds [in my mind] the notion that perhaps there really is no defense against a love that you genuinely feel is determined to be... if that torch is lit and your faith/hope refuses to let you extinguish or put it down, i guess you carry that joint forward until the closing scene and credits role. (or........ until. you realize you're not the main character of a written movie script. you realize you really are the only one carrying the torch. or you realize any number of other things that run the risk of extinguishing that torch in your grip.)

Well.... I say:
Long live {the love of} Jamal&Latika. and Joelly&Tangerine. Harry&Sally.
and whoever else has a shaky lovestory blooming in the most authentic of ways.

I tend to believe that art imitates life, anyway.

Monday, November 24, 2008

RIP MC Breed



Man..... I'm just finding out that MC Breed passed away on Saturday due to kidney failure, at age 37. Young age. Apparently, from one of the article read, it seems that prior to September he didn't even know he was ill. This is what I'm saying, death seems to just sneak up on people and sometimes there's nothing they can do about it. Even though I haven't really thought about Breed since I was about 13 or 14 years old, just listening to "Ain't No Future In Yo' Frontin" takes me back to that time period. I mean the intro alone takes me back to Los Angeles in 1993 when me and Shay Shay used to be in 8th or 9th grade running around singing rap lyrics we probably had no business singing! I just watched the video for "Frontin" though and that one was pretty cool. It took me there! Matterfact, one of my favorite lines in the song is very appropriate right about now with Barack'n'nem coming through in a few weeks: If I was the president then I would state fact/Leave it up to me I'd paint the White house BLACK/There ain't no future in yo' frontin! Aw, man. Well, you know. This just futher solidifies that you just do not know how much time you'll be blessed with in this reality, which is why I feel so passionately and tend to say "I love you" so freakin' much.

i read the most interesting article today

written by Malcolm Gladwell (author of The Tipping Point and Blink)entitled "Late Bloomers" that appeared in a recent issue of The New Yorker. I can't remember how I stumbled upon the piece, but, feeling that my own personal blooms seem to be taking their precious time, I was immediately drawn in:


Excerpt from Late Bloomers:

"Ben Fountain’s rise sounds like a familiar story: the young man from the provinces suddenly takes the literary world by storm. But Ben Fountain’s success was far from sudden. He quit his job at Akin, Gump in 1988. For every story he published in those early years, he had at least thirty rejections. The novel that he put away in a drawer took him four years. The dark period lasted for the entire second half of the nineteen-nineties. His breakthrough with “Brief Encounters” came in 2006, eighteen years after he first sat down to write at his kitchen table. The “young” writer from the provinces took the literary world by storm at the age of forty-eight."

He goes on to draw the most interesting comparisons and contrasts of the life experiences and journeys toward success as experienced by Picasso (early in life) and Cezanne (late in life). He uses their trajectories (as well as a couple of other authors) to elaborate on not only the Late Bloomer's somewhat experimental, trial-and-error way to success versus the young prodigy's happenstance of talent and timing occurring early in life, but also points out how the successes of many Late Bloomers is usually a direct result of a core group of individuals on whose shoulders the Bloomer stands. He speaks about Cezanne's group of support in great detail, and that BUT FOR THEM we would not know of the master painter Paul Cezanne (who has his first solo painting show at age 51)!!! And so, I was really encouraged to read someone else's take (Gladwell) on an idea that I've spent a lot of time thinking about.... I know that I'll eventually be in full bloom, cause, you know, this caccoon is getting a bit tight!

Friday, November 21, 2008

"There is no perfect person for you

there should be a perfect balance, though, with the person you love."
--something I just heard and could dig.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

i've never heard of this translation...

...but it is really speaking to me right now.
PSALM 118 (CONTEMPORARY ENGLISH VERSION)
The LORD Is Always Merciful
1Tell the LORD

how thankful you are,

because he is kind

and always merciful.

2Let Israel shout,

"God is always merciful!"

3Let the family of Aaron

the priest shout,

"God is always merciful!"

4Let every true worshiper

of the LORD shout,

"God is always merciful!"

5When I was really hurting,

I prayed to the LORD.

He answered my prayer,

and took my worries away.

6The LORD is on my side,

and I am not afraid

of what others can do to me.

7With the LORD on my side,

I will defeat all

of my hateful enemies.

8It is better to trust the LORD

for protection

than to trust anyone else,

9including strong leaders.

10Nations surrounded me,

but I got rid of them

by the power of the LORD.

11They attacked from all sides,

but I got rid of them

by the power of the LORD.

12They swarmed around like bees,

but by the power of the LORD,

I got rid of them

and their fiery sting.

13Their attacks were so fierce

that I nearly fell,

but the LORD helped me.

14My power and my strength

come from the LORD,

and he has saved me.

15From the tents of God's people

come shouts of victory:

"The LORD is powerful!

16With his mighty arm

the LORD wins victories!

The LORD is powerful!"

17And so my life is safe,

and I will live to tell

what the LORD has done.

18He punished me terribly,

but he did not let death

lay its hands on me.

19Open the gates of justice!

I will enter and tell the LORD

how thankful I am.

20Here is the gate of the LORD!

Everyone who does right

may enter this gate.

21I praise the LORD

for answering my prayers

and saving me.

22The stone that the builders

tossed aside

has now become

the most important stone.

23The LORD has done this,

and it is amazing to us.

24This day belongs to the LORD!

Let's celebrate

and be glad today.

25We'll ask the LORD to save us!

We'll sincerely ask the LORD

to let us win.

26God bless the one who comes

in the name of the LORD!

We praise you from here

in the house of the LORD.

27The LORD is our God,

and he has given us light!

Start the celebration!

March with palm branches

all the way to the altar. [a] 28The LORD is my God!

I will praise him and tell him

how thankful I am.

29Tell the LORD

how thankful you are,

because he is kind

and always merciful.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

I'm officially crushing on Big Daddy Kane!!!

To the Honorable Tamir Brown & Lyrics To Go Fam!

Let me start by congratulating you all on the MONUMENTAL success of celebrating and honoring the legendary Big Daddy Kane’s “20 Years in the Game” last night at B.B. Kings!



Coming from an all around music-lover, including but not limited to Hip-Hop, to be in the building for such a musically historical moment was unprecedented! To see Kane perform all of his classics, from “Smooth Operator” to “I Get The Job Done” in his “I’m forty-years-old and still KILLIN’ THE GAME!!!” was to witness official Hip-Hop for grown folks (not to mention the progression of the lifestyle and culture of Hip-Hop) in a real way. I think I officially got a crush on Kane last night watching him rock the mic and straight groove like it was 1988! And who knew ALL the Juice Crew legends would be coming to stage: Biz Markie, Marley Marl! Eric B showing love! Swizz Beats looking like he was about to start tearing up while giving Kane props! TJ Swan singing all the old school hooks! Seeing Busta Rhymes and Ice T show love in the building! But what I found just as impressive was the fact that Kane chose to rock it with a LIVE BAND in collaboration with his two DJs! That always takes a show, Hip-Hop or otherwise, to another level as they did by playing James Brown/Big Daddy Kane mash-ups! Naturally, there is no Hip-Hop without James Brown! From “Say It Loud/I’m Black and I’m Proud” to bigging up how we’re all a part of Obama’s victory with “Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now”, Big Daddy Kane honored his twenty years and even more on that stage last night! I’m so pleased I got to witness it! That SOLD OUT crowd was glad to be a part of it! And I know that this success on your part is one of many that have taken place, and many more that will take place moving forward!

LET’S GET IT, LET’S GO!!
Onelove,
(fly)Mai!

---

(then later on...!)
I was on such a high after the Big Daddy Kane show that I decided to try my hand at getting into the Blue Note to see my friends Soul Cycle play the late late show! The admission was $10, but I totally didn't have $10 to go into a show last night (even the Big Daddy Kane ticket was a hook-up thanks to Tamir!) But I was like, "I can either go home right now and sit in front of my computer... (which I spend a lot of time doing!) OR I can go down to the Blue Note and see if they'll let me in...!" So I get there about 12:30AM and the show hasn't started yet, and I ask what appeared to be the GM and the concierge if Soul Cycle was playing tonight (of course I already knew that they were!) They both say yes and that it was ten dollars to go in... I go, "Hmm, so I don't actually HAVE $10 but do you think I'd be able to stand and watch the show???" They're both like "Sorry, everyone has to pay admission.. which is $10." Now, I know for a fact that a) EVERYONE does not have to pay admission (otherwise, guestlists wouldn't exist), and that b) the GM reserves the right to let anyone in he darn well pleases! But I didn't press the issue. I just figured I'd stand out in the foyer until they let me in, or until the music started so I could get a little taste before I'd decided to leave. I mean, come on! It was a late late show that my friends were playing! So as I stood, a group of people started coming in, and one guy made small talk with me about the fact that he manufactures flyers and handbills, asking if I needed any made (really random, right!) I told him I didn't need any flyers, but I did however need $10 to go in and see the show! He smiled like, "Are waiting for someone to pay for you to come in?" I said, "No, I'm just waiting for the show to begin..." cause I was really waiting for WHATEVER was going to happen! So, he's like "Well, I hope you make it in..." and goes on through the door. Shortly thereafter, the GM is like, "Come on in and enjoy the show!" I'm like "Oh! OKAY!!! Thank you!!!" I didn't really know if he'd been listening and decided to let me in, or if the guy had paid for my admission, but I did hop my happy self right on through the door! And had even more of a ball than I did at the BDK show!!! I saw a handful of friends I hadn't seen in a while which is always love, and more importantly, I got to sit back and relax and breath in and be and DREAM those musical revelries I love so much, that make me the bizarre bird of paradise I am; who I love to be. There was one song they played, called Natural Light, and by the end of the song I actually had tears in my eyes. It really was where I needed to be and what I needed to hear at that very moment. Like always, the show ended way before I was ready for it to, but when I went to thank the GM for letting me in he said "No problem, baby! I know how it is. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself..." He don't even know the half. Between my heart2heart with Melissa (Tamir's girlfriend) earlier in the evening, experiencing Kane, then Soul Cycle, then coming home and getting a word of encouragement from one of my fellow Bisons, Miss Alta Cannady, the last 12 of the past 24hrs has really proven that even when you are feeling at your wits end, things can turn on a dime (if even for a few precious moments) and show you that you're very much still alive to live in the good times! Selah!

Friday, November 14, 2008

We are all Hussein!

I'm a little late but I came across this a while back and meant to make mention of it when I later remembered... so here goes:

NEW YORK TIMES
Published: June 29, 2008

Emily Nordling has never met a Muslim, at least not to her knowledge. But this spring, Ms. Nordling, a 19-year-old student from Fort Thomas, Ky., gave herself a new middle name on Facebook, mimicking her boyfriend and shocking her father.

“Emily Hussein Nordling,” her entry now reads.

With her decision, she joined a growing band of supporters of Senator Barack Obama, the presumptive Democratic presidential nominee, who are expressing solidarity with him by informally adopting his middle name.

The result is a group of unlikely-sounding Husseins: Jewish and Catholic, Hispanic and Asian and Italian-American, from Jaime Hussein Alvarez of Washington, D.C., to Kelly Hussein Crowley of Norman, Okla., to Sarah Beth Hussein Frumkin of Chicago.

Jeff Strabone of Brooklyn now signs credit card receipts with his newly assumed middle name, while Dan O’Maley of Washington, D.C., jiggered his e-mail account so his name would appear as “D. Hussein O’Maley.” Alex Enderle made the switch online along with several other Obama volunteers from Columbus, Ohio, and now friends greet him that way in person, too.

Mr. Obama is a Christian, not a Muslim. Hussein is a family name inherited from a Kenyan father he barely knew, who was born a Muslim and died an atheist. But the name has become a political liability. Some critics on cable television talk shows dwell on it, while others, on blogs or in e-mail messages, use it to falsely assert that Mr. Obama is a Muslim or, more fantastically, a terrorist.

“I am sick of Republicans pronouncing Barack Obama’s name like it was some sort of cuss word,” Mr. Strabone wrote in a manifesto titled “We Are All Hussein” that he posted on his own blog and on dailykos.com.

So like the residents of Billings, Mont., who reacted to a series of anti-Semitic incidents in 1993 with a townwide display of menorahs in their front windows, these supporters are brandishing the name themselves.

“My name is such a vanilla, white-girl American name,” said Ashley Holmes of Indianapolis, who changed her name online “to show how little meaning ‘Hussein’ really has.”

The movement is hardly a mass one, and it has taken place mostly online, the digital equivalent of wearing a button with a clever, attention-getting message. A search revealed hundreds of participants across the country, along with a YouTube video and bumper stickers promoting the idea. Legally changing names is too much hassle, participants say, so they use “Hussein” on Facebook and in blog posts and comments on sites like nytimes.com, dailykos.com and mybarackobama.com, the campaign’s networking site.

New Husseins began to crop up online as far back as last fall. But more joined up in February after a conservative radio host, Bill Cunningham, used Mr. Obama’s middle name three times and disparaged him while introducing Senator John McCain, the presumptive Republican nominee, at a campaign rally. (Mr. McCain repudiated Mr. Cunningham’s comments).

The practice has been proliferating ever since. In interviews, several Obama supporters said they dreamed up the idea on their own, with no input from the campaign and little knowledge that others shared their thought.

Some said they were inspired by movies, including “Spartacus,” the 1960 epic about a Roman slave whose peers protect him by calling out “I am Spartacus!” to Roman soldiers, and “In and Out,” a 1997 comedy about a gay high school teacher whose students protest his firing by proclaiming that they are all gay as well.

“It’s one of those things that just takes off, because everybody got it right away,” said Stephanie Miller, a left-leaning comedian who blurted out the idea one day during a broadcast of her syndicated radio talk show and repeated it on CNN.

Ms. Miller and her fellow new Husseins are embracing the traditionally Muslim name even as the Obama campaign shies away from Muslim associations. Campaign workers ushered two women in head scarves out of a camera’s range at a rally this month in Detroit. (The campaign has apologized.) Aides canceled a December appearance on behalf of Mr. Obama by Representative Keith Ellison, a Minnesota Democrat and the first Muslim congressman.

Mr. Obama may be more enthusiastic, judging from his response at a Chicago fund-raiser two weeks ago. When he saw that Richard Fizdale, a longtime contributor, wore “Hussein” on his name tag, Mr. Obama broke into a huge grin, Mr. Fizdale said.

“The theory was, we’re all Hussein,” Mr. Obama said to the crowd later, explaining Mr. Fizdale’s gesture.

Some Obama supporters say they were moved to action because of what their own friends, neighbors and relatives were saying about their candidate. Mark Elrod, a political science professor at Harding University in Searcy, Ark., is organizing students and friends to declare their Husseinhood on Facebook on Aug. 4, Mr. Obama’s birthday.

Ms. Nordling changed her name after volunteering for Mr. Obama before the Kentucky primary.

“People would not listen to what you were saying on the phone or on their doorstep because they thought he was Muslim,” she said.

Ms. Nordling’s uncle liked the idea so much that he joined the same Facebook group that she had. But when her father saw her new online moniker, he was incredulous.

“He actually thought I was going to convert to Islam,” Ms. Nordling said.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Obamafication of the Negro


The Obamafication of the Negro*
by Maisha G. Woodson



I thought this would be a cool and appropriate title for an essay chronicling the emergence and catapulting of Obama into/beyond his super-iconic-BARACKstar status. I feel like I should have something extremely clever and/or poignant to say here, but let's see what happens by the end of the essay...!

[So the essay would start off like this:] Examples of the "Obamafication" of said Negro- and large parts of other races, ethnicities and the rest of the world- is evident in the immediate Barack/Michelle Obama naming phenomenon where already hundreds of babies around the globe, from Kenya to the States, are being named after our President and First Lady-elect (and if babies aren't being named after Barack, parents may feel even more comfortable with giving their children ethnically and culturally relevant, meaningful names without the backlash of "name discrimination" once the child becomes an adult); also, the name "OBAMA" has now become a greeting, chant, and all around crowd-hyping catch-phrase; as the term "First Lady" has become a greeting already being directed at me a few times in the past week, e.g. "Good Morning, First Lady!" and so on; it seems that Sunday, November 9, 2008 was officially observed as "Barack Obama Day" in many churches and houses of the Lord here in NYC, and I'm sure around the country where parishioners, mainly African American, arrived decked in Obama gear from head to toe, singing the praises of Barack ("Obaaaaa-ma! Blessed be Ba-rack....!" or "I voted for O-baaaaaa-mah! Now he's pres-i-deeeent!") and giving thanks to God for this "miracle" that many -young and old- believed they'd never live to see (I myself attended a Barack "Ba-runch" Sunday afternoon where much if not all conversation was directed towards the President-elect's historic election and victory, even with obvious racism and cultural intolerance still running rampant in this country. All kinds of Barack-inspired greetings filled the place as people entered the brunch like, "Happy Obama Reign!"); since Barack's election, I receive, forward or compose no less than 5 Barack Obama-related emails in a 24-hr period (and if it's not emails, I'm reading all sorts of articles about him and his family or pending administration online- and I love reading about Rahm Emanuel as much as I love reading about Barack!); There are probably more songs written about or featuring Barack Obama than any other president in history, not to mention artwork and Obama paraphrenalia being massed produced for side hustles across town; also, in regards to the "Obamafication of the Negro" (and the entire world), it seems that Michelle and her girls have become fashion icons with so much influence that the outfits that they chose to wear for the election day celebration (and other public engagements like the J. Crew outfit on "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno") have sold out in record numbers in other parts of the world (And, YES, I do mean that infamous, questionable black-n-red dress that every black person I know has had a problem with. For the record, I decided on election night that even though I may not have chosen THAT particular number to debut in as First Lady-elect, I was not going to hate on the black-n-red dress. I respect the black-n-red dress, I even like it... in a certain type of lighting, mainly low. But still.. I'm not hating); and, lastly, the all-encompassing euphoric optimism (which is steadily countering the jaded cynical belief of nothing having changed since Barack's election) that is lingering around the hood yet is far-reaching all the way across oceans into other continents (I got an email today from an Australian client of mine expressing her happiness for our new president and her HOPEs that his term(s) in office will leave the world better off!) is clear indication that the "Obamafication of the Negro" (worldwide) is here to stay! Not to mention how folk are REALLY aspiring for that Barack/Michelle/OUR family is what's most important to US kind of love (My parents got it... and maybe your family is similar- or maybe not, but I think it's within reach for those of us who really want that type of relationship and family unit)!! I'm sure there are plenty of more examples of this "Obamafication" that I speak of, but I, for one, welcome it, embrace it, and will do my part to see that its positive effect continues past this moment and inspires life-changing, momumental, personal CHANGE in all of us-- one way or another! OBAMA!!!


*Of course this is a take on the classic best-seller "The Mis-Education of the Negro" by Carter G. Woodson, originally published in 1933, theorizing how the indoctrination and conditioning of Negros taught us to seek out inferior positioning in the greater society of which we are a part, preventing us from thinking and doing for ourselves. I, hereby, theorize that the "Obamafication of the Negro" will condition this generation of Negroes, et al. (and generations to come) to seek out the highest possible positioning in society and to proactively bring about unprecedented leadership of the changing world.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

why do i continue to torture myself????

.................(sigh)......... guess it's all on account of being a girl.... that loves a boy.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

SLC in the Building!! (that is THE WHITE HOUSE!!!)


SO! It turns out that Barack's Chief-of-Staff is fellow Sarah Lawrence College alumnus, Rahm Emanuel!!!!! What I really love about Rahm Emauel is the fact that he's classically trained in ballet!!! But like Billy Eliot, "he's not a puff!!!" I also learned that one of the characters from the West Wing is based on him!! This administration is about to be sooo dope!!! ..Other than that, I heard that Rahm is pretty BOUT IT when it comes to being in charge! Apparently one of his nicknames is Rahm-bo!

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

OFFICIAL CHANGE!

A Change! A Change! Has come overrrr WE!!!!!! I'm soooooooooo overwhelmed. PRESIDENT ELECT BARACK OBAMA IS IN THE BUILDING!!!! I've been up since 4:30am, no scratch that! I've been waiting 29years for this moment!!!!!! I'm officially in love with Barack and Michelle, and I cannot wait to see what CHANGE will take hold!!!!!!!

CHANGE!

If anybody asks you, how I'm voting, HOW I'm voting, SOON! Oh oh, I'm votin'4Obama! I'm votin4Obaaaama! I'm votin4Obaaama! To be PRESIDENT!