Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
1. 5 of your favorite things
2. 5 things you wanted to be when you grew up
3. 5 of the best compliments that you have ever received
-"Seeing you as a mother touches me; it really makes me proud"~Grandma
-"They're learning such valuable lessons, thank you..." ~ Favorite Guy
-"What a neck; very, very nice" ~Yoga Joe
-"Thanks for staying on my ass"~ My younger brother
-" You always tell me just what I need to hear" ~ Bonnie
4. 5 songs that you would pick as your theme songs.
-Wonder, Natalie Merchant
-Cloudbusting, Kate Bush
-Feeling Good, Nina Simone
-Umi Says, Mos Def
-Black Money, Culture Club
5. 5 people that inspire(d) you.
-my grandmother (see above: Umi Says)
-Carol Berkley (home instruction tutor)
- Mr. Gomes (English teacher)
-my children-seriously, if you've never taken the time to just observe a day in the life of a child-you are missing out.
Monday, July 28, 2008
My trip literally and figuratively ended at Mervyn's where-joined by Favorite guy and Talkative gal, I went to retrieve Puberty Man from his four hour stint "servicing" (I've yet to see him in action, hence the quotes.) their customer base for an undisclosed wage. It was there, amidst the elastic waisted, reversed fit polyester pants and matching beaded caftans that I found salvation in a 70% off pair of (some brand I've never heard of before) figure flattering, labia covering, larynx sparing size 6 jeans! Thirteen dollars (Wonderful!) and many expletives later I have one, yes one flipping pair of jeans.
I also trimmed Anju's ass mats, attended OT for the hand, and became addicted to Swapbot. What have you been up to my darlings?
Friday, July 25, 2008
I could certainly relate to the Warren children and how it feels to be not quite black enough. The statistics on the grades : popularity polarity were not at all alarming. The number one reason why we homeschool our children. I understand the need to develop a social identity and mesh, meld, assimilate during your pubescent tribe forming years. But, I have no desire to have any grown children living with and/or off of my husband and I-so I did the only thing I felt I could and separated the two. I still encounter folks who frown upon the way I speak or dress, the books I read, films I view-but being self sufficient and self assured because I am intelligent and cultured and aware alleviates the kind of angst that could and would manifest itself in someone who was still trying to formulate themselves and build character.
Aah Spike Lee, I love Spike. I'm not necessarily a Spike film fan, his work doesn't translate well for me on screen, but I give kudos for the concept and sheer initiative to bring issues like black on black hatred and interracial romance (not just sex) to the forefront. Spike touched on a subject that is heard and spoken often in my home when my children are watching television regarding the way blacks portray themselves on TV and the big screen. (Themselves because you do not have to take the role people.) He used the phrase, "Shucking and jiving...coonery buffoonery". Well, my children have never heard these phrases (thankfully) but growing up in a Southern culturally influenced home, I have and I know exactly what he means. For example, college-I was not in a sorority, I do not know how to step, I took ballroom dance, not hip hop. I played soccer not basketball and I studied! As we prepare to shuffle child number one off to college, I have to enforce these things as not only being stereotypically urban Black sub-culture versus the real Black Experience as well as encouraging him to go to college to have an experience not one that is boggled down by racial barriers, expectations and the like.
Lupe Fiasco whom I became familiar with on Jill Scott's collaborations CD took on the role of rap music and videos. I love words which would easily pre-dispose me to an affinity for rap music yes? Well not necessarily true since the most requested, and played songs have as much varied lyrical content as a fortune cookie-I mean really how many words rhyme with lollipop, nigger and bitch? Lupe said it best with Dumb it Down. As for Russell Simmons, meh-look who/what he married, he just talks the talk; Yogi my ass. There are certainly true and valid points made in hip hop, but if 60% of Black men are in prison at one time or another and more and more Black women are opting for non-Black men or single lifestyles, just where are is all of this "Bagging of Bitches" happening?
And lastly, a topic near and dear to me, interracial relationships. I'm never satisfied with the presentation of interracial romance because it is always put out there as some last resort or consolation prize. In all fairness that works both ways, historically it has been said that Black men date white women because they are passive, lascivious, more nurturing et al. Black women date white men for money, status or because Black men have fouled out. I say not true. Of course, there are some relationships that work like the aforementioned, but what about pure attraction, be it physical, or perhaps you happen to find the person intellectually stimulating. I always compare my choices in men to shoe shopping (I don't go through men as often, mind your manners.) I prefer a brown flat shoe and a fat (OK larger framed) white man. It has absolutely nothing to do with anything other than what appeals to me. It is no more or less egregious than liking a partner that is short, tall, blond etc. Is it superficial? Hell yeah, but shit something has got to be simple. Want some more?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I'm hesitant to make any summation of my opinions on the news feature until I've watched the second half of it tonight. It is certainly a lot to digest, I'll give it that much. I found it important enough to corral the children into the family room for an unprecedented mandatory watching of the tube. But, I don't know-in relation to the way we've chosen to raise our children, if the content of the feature makes a matter at the end of the day. Again, I need to chew on that a bit.
Speaking of chewing, I'm doing alright with the fast. Knowing that I could quit at anytime and eat one of my aging mocha creme cookies yet, not doing so feels pretty amazing. You can see what is keeping the grey matter wrinkled and fully functional here.
One pseudo-scientific finding that has been unveiled amidst all of my toxin-free thinking; a seemingly direct correlation between mastication, aggravation and the ability to thread and load a sewing machine bobbin as it contributes to the makings of a homicidal maniac. I have a tendency to push myself beyond the very fragile brink of sanity by taking on projects that are only practical in my impractical mind's eye. I've done it again and it involves tulle and that damn sewing machine. Sigh.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
What a great concept from which to build, learn and share, yes? Well, that's precisely what I intend to do by hosting this here Namaste Art Swap! Laughs. (I'm reading a book set in the Carolinas, I reckon I'm still in character)
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
5 snacks that you have stashed in your desk drawer.
5 things that people are always surprised to find out about you.
-I wanted to be a wife and mother when I grew up
-I prefer solitude and silence to social situations (But, I throw the best parties)
-I am very sensitive and cry easily
-I have a long lived weird crush on Snoop Dogg
-I don't know what else there is; I rock-'nough said.
5 new inventions you would like to see in the future.
-The manic brain "Off" switch
-The talkative child "Off" switch"
-The middle aged metabolism "On" switch
-The ability to "orb" teens home at curfew
-Lying ass politicians radar
5 of your earliest memories.
-Standing in the center of the circle at my 2nd birthday party and dancing while the kids around me sang
-Learning and using the word "obstinate" ad nauseam (age 6)
-Kicking Carol Hom's ass in the 4th grade Spelling Bee; she was a phenom!
-Singing John Cougar songs out the window of the school library after hours with my BFF Mona Yip (age 10)
-Getting these black patent leather shoes w/suede toes and metallic gold bows on them. They were way too small, but the only size they had left. They hurt like a bitch...I probably said that too. (somewhere between 10 and 12)
5 things you would never do.
-forsake my marriage vows
-abandon my responsibilities as a mother
-deliberately harm another living creature
-forget the road I traveled on to get this far
-stop traveling the road
Monday, July 21, 2008
Rhythms Del Mundo Cuba brings together some exceptionally diverse talent. As you can tell I'm rather passionate about the purchase. Featured on the compilation are contemporary artists such as ColdPlay, Maroon5, Sting and Jack Johnson-but, the musical composition has been produced and arranged by the late great Ibrahim Ferrer and Omara Portuondo of Buena Vista Social Club and a special appearance from Quincy Jones. It also happens to feature Ibrahim's last performance, As Time Goes By; a duet with Omara Portuondo; talk about going out with strength and grace.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
This year we purchased timeshare while on our annual birthdays' celebration, so our actual gift exchange will be scaled down accordingly. I think my gift is gonna rock his new socks! (Yeah, I'm getting you some of those too.) I'll post pictures-tune in August 2nd.
And for the road, I never do this-but do take a moment to read this post, you can't say I never gave you anything. Peace.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I. 5 things I collect:
-Peace related items
-Vintage African American ephemera
-Ghanaian wood sculptures
II. 5 things about my hair:
-I have cut my own hair for 5 years
-It is naturally medium brown w/hints of red, but I vegetable (clove) dye it dark brown
-I have one patch of hair near the base of my scalp which is a different texture than the rest
-I am going grey
-I have a cowlick at the very front of my hairline which has been passed on to both my children
III. 5 random things about my pets:
-Beau (cavy) is gay
-Anju (male cat) has an eating disorder
-Biju (female cat) is a rogue
-Both my cats are Crazy Cat Lady rescues
-I use Aveda products on my cavy
IV. 5 things in my junk drawer:
Uh-oh...the shame and horror
-A blue plastic 12" ruler
-A spool of red spun polyester thread
-A yellow star-shaped hair slide (Yael)
-A 1988 nickel
-A package of rodent Bark Chews
V. 5 of my favorite summer foods:
-Cherries (haven't had any yet)
-Tossed green Salad
-Grilled seitan satays (NEW! favorite)
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
2. Declutter my work space and maintain it
3. Paint something
4. Expand my yoga practice beyond breath and posture
5. Become better acquainted with my sewing machine, I.e. make something
6. Grow something besides body fat, grey hair and children
7. Make a new friend (I'm painfully introverted, this is BIG)
8. Minimize my wardrobe and donate donate donate!
9. Work on communication with Favorite guy
10. Promote Jordan from the dining room table to college
11. Hear 10 Etsians voices (Everyone I interact with has a NYC accent because it's all online, I want to hear voices and accents and affect and tone and cadence; it intrigues me.)
12. Take one short trip each season and explore Arizona
13. Visit the Georgia O'Keefe Museum
14. Own 100 pieces of original art
15. Read at least one book per month
16. Blog consistently
17. Adopt a pet
18. Help a child (other than my own)
19. Take my grandma to see Sedona (She met a woman on her flight back to SC from visiting us last year and the woman, also a senior citizen urged her to add Sedona to her Bucket List.)
20. Get dressed every day for 10 days and take photos
21. A 7 day Juice fast
22. Fix my bike and ride it
23. Go rollerskating
24. Go dancing
25. Teach my daughter to jump Double Dutch
26. Construct a menarche treasure trove
27. Smell my niece's feet
28. Sculpt something
29. Put away 10% of my earnings
30. Get something published
31. Host my own jewelry party
32. Take a professional family portrait
33. Go to the theatre
34. See a live musical performance
35. Organize and execute a Peace art swap
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
5 tbs Hoisin Sauce
2.5 tbs honey
5 tbs Low Sodium Soy Sauce
1 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
1/2 tsp Chinese 5 Spice seasoning w/o MSG
1/2 cup warm water
Leftover fresh vegetables (whatever you have, we had matchstick carrots and broccoli)
2 eggs, scrambled or Tofu
1/4 large onion julienned
1/2 large bell pepper julienned
4 tbs bean sprouts (I used canned)
4 tbs bamboo shoots ( I forgot to add them amidst the fire)
4 tbs Sesame oil (I hate it, I used vegetable oil)
Spaghetti No. 9 (We had Spaghetti Rigati; same shit but ribbed)
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
So yeah, that's pretty much what I'm wrestling with, that and listening to Cold Case. I'm indifferent about the show, but the soundtrack from the initial crime scene is always the best. I seem to constantly discover and rediscover great oldies from the show's score. Oh! This is big- I may, at 35 be forced to hand over my self-appointed Film Snob title. Yes, not one, but two mainstream (Shudder at the thought.) films have me thoroughly intrigued. First, on July 25th Mulder and Scully return, The X-Files Movie baby. It's as close as I'll ever get to seeing a UFO unless I lose my teeth or end up residing on an abandoned farm with scattered junk cars and a chicken or two. And, in October The Secret Life of Bees. If you have not read this book please do, it is one of my favorite reads. Sue Monk Kidd scribes a most beautiful portrait of humanity, humility and good ol' Southern hospitality. I've preserved a copy for gifting my daughter at her menarche ritual. I hope the film accurately captures the magic of the book; it'd be a crime not to.
I guess you now have a glimpse of the after effects of Operation De-clutter in my hodge-podge of a post. Sigh.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.
I meditated this morning, read a few blogs, engaged in a few internal monologues, created and, read some more. I came across a blog entry from MoonBeam Arts on the details of a bad day. Without a moment's thought I jumped into the comments box and shared the Mother Theresa quote. When I finished, still feeling the burn of her account, I had a moment of clarity (I really like the word epiphany but it can be overused, you know. Finding a great Dooney & Burke on clearance when you have an additional 25% off coupon is not an epiphany people, get outta my word bank.) I'd like to share.
In the depths of my despair the year I purchased the quote bearing card (Yeah I bought it, I still have it) I was way too downtrodden to love even myself. Spent, I had no offering to give the person(s) who hurt me; I was in autonomous drone mode. Work, home, work, home repeat. It seemed to me that I had sworn off love, I was numb. I wasn't feeling loved and I certainly wasn't doling any.
I continued to spend my lunch hours in the card shop and somewhere between reaching a US size 2 and 0 I purchased another card. This one read: For one human being to love another is the most difficult of all our tasks...-R.M. Rilke I felt almost relieved that someone else out there knew, with certainty, the travails of loving and being loved. So comforted by those two strings of words, I started to write again. It was loving something, anything that led me through this insane labyrinth of pain and betrayal. It was my love of writing.
Writing has never steered me wrong yet (Talking and cussing though, are a whole other diatribe for another day). Today, after reading and re-reading and ultimately commenting on MoonBeam Arts blog I took a second look at my own relationships; a checks and balances system if you will. I'm famous for saying, "Inspect what you expect". Today, Tuesday-I'm doing quite alright but, I will send some Reiki and my personal offering of gratitude to all who love through the hurt because, this shit is hard work indeed. Write it, read it, paint it, dream it but don't give up. Peace.