Saturday, April 26, 2008


So we got tickets to the BFA film thing from Kunle who acted in one of the movies.
I rated all of them but I don't have my program with me.

There were about 3 or 4 really not so good ones but the others were ok and Four really great ones.
Those students are talented!

NC party

Another one is gone so we had to have another going away.

This is sad.

Ama is one of the best people I know...

Thank goodness for facebook!


Too bad she left the show...

Trevor St. John with costar Renee Goldsberry

I rarely follow it anymore- glad Todd is leaving too :)
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Stompin at the Savoy

Conversations with a five year old

Me to Five year old : So are you going to dance after we're done playing patty cake?
Five Year old: No (he shakes his head)
Me: Why not?
Five year old: It's just that I would be too embarrassed
Me (in my head) : What the _ !
Me to five year old: You're five years old. What do you have to be embarrassed about
Five year old: Nobody else is dancing. Why?
Me: Because they are scared to dance
Five year old : But I'll be embarrassed. That they will laugh
Me: Nobody is gonna laugh at you. They will be jealous
Five year old: why are they going to be jealous?
Me: Because you aren't scared to dance and I will be dancing with you
Five year old: It's just that I'll be embarrassed!

After much coercion he ends up on the dance floor with me.
Five year old: what are they looking at (he motioned to some people at the party looking at him)
Me: Looking at the people dancing

He leaves to go sit and pout

After more coercion.
Five year old: Hey I'm ready now. Let's Go!

We cut a rug in a MAJOR way. The kid could dance LOL

More and More receptions

So many things to go to.

This was a fun occasion but sad because Sid is leaving (see my food blog).

I have an open invite to visit him in the Ivory Coast and I am going.

Meanwhile I had fun dancing

Playing patty cake with this cute five year old (I'll transcribe our conversation lol)

Meeting some of Sid's profs from Anthropology etc...

The older dude was actually cool- he is a French prof and a really good dancer.

So I ended up doing some latin dance with him.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Reading on the side

The Garies and Their Friends

This book is by Frank J Webb.
I am trying to sneak whole sections in between eating and writing something else.
Sis you should get it (or read it online).
I kind of love it- so far- as much as I can for this type of work and its descriptions...

back and forth

Everything is wobbly
Front to back
Forth and back
Dis is not a fete in here
Chupidee beggin fuh mercy


Marcel waved Jules was at the malt shop.
Remember that sis?

Fingerwaves and Curls

I only now figured out that marcel waved meant he'd done something to his hair.
A boy did this lol...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

About due

Do you wake up cranky?
nope- usually wake up happy actually

If an ex said they hated you, you say?

Would you curse in front of your parents?:
No I don't like to curse at all

If a fairy godmother comes into your life, you?
Go about my business like normal

What is your turn off about the opposite sex?
Lying and mischief (i.e intent to hurt or bring trouble to others)

Do you like drama?
nooooo- despise it actually.
maybe only in movies

What kind of camera do you have?

Last time you were on a boat and where?
Some friend in tampa a couple years ago

Do you take daily vitamins or medications?:
No meds, some vitamins

Where is your computer located?
In front of me...

What was the last item you bought?
Something for my sister

Last time you used a coupon?
a month ago online

Are you afraid of roller coasters?
nooo but i dont think i should go on them :)

If your best friend told you they were moving, you?:
visit them when i can

Would you rather go to a party or out of town!
depends on who is there wherever

Do you think you're dumb?:

Do you wear anything with skulls?

What is/was your school mascot?
Some guy on a horse.

At what age do you want to be married?:
whenever that person comes along- doesn't matter to me as long as i have fun in the meantime

Is divorce an option?:
Trouble means run far, fast, hard, and long. Hence the taking my time in the first place

What color is your luggage?:
black.. it has cute ribbon on it that I put there:)

Where are you going next on vacation?
far away

Where is your mom right now?
home I guess or at class or working

What are you supposed to be doing right now?:

Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?
i guess....i dunno. I never know till the drift is done. one day the drift is 1cm the next day it may be 1 million miles

When was the last time you felt unbearably guilty?
hmmm i have no idea guess it's been awhile?!

How is life going for you right now?
it's going good...

When was the last time you held someone’s hand?
last week. There is always someone needing their hands held...

Who can you tell everything to?
A couple people

Who was the last person you talked to on Aim?
Don't have AIM

last words you spoke?
Thanks so much. Someone helped me with something

How do you feel about marriage?
cool if its right.

What is the next concert you're going to?
who knows... I hope its a good one and I get to meet the performers

Can you play guitar hero?
never have

Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
warm!! love the beach :)

Is any part of your body sore?

Who was your last text from?

What is the last movie you watched in theaters?
hmmm i don't remember..wait um There will be blood

What do you currently hear right now?
Typing all around

What do you smell like?

Missing someone right now?

Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?
No but I saw Viggo in GI Jane recently so he's been on my mind :)

Do you speak another language other than English?
my sis sent me the French dictionary last week.

What made you happy today?
people helping me.

Who were the last people you ate lunch with

Where did your last hug take place?
on some walkway outside...

Cry today?

Plans for today?
work, rest, study

Who do you love more than anything?
God, family, friends

Are you happy with the choices you've made?
everything happens for a reason and although some things didn't go exactly as planned, i learned from them and i'm doing alright :)


Lucian Freud has been running through my head since last night. I saw his painting. The most expensive one for a living artist. I looked at all the others too. I heard Sue Tilly speak and thought she was funny and cute and sweet.
I still didn't like the painting. Not because it was Sue all splayed out and sleeping on the old couch. But because I just didn't .
Some art you like and some just goes over your head. I liked the colors but that was all really- sorry....


Ummm I think I missed a lot of signals or something recently. I was just mucking about and doing my own thing with whoever wanted to then I got word I 'missed out'.

I didn't know they were vibing or whatever.
They should have said something (or maybe not).
Oh well, more means more. There are always more :)
Umm if it was so easy for me to 'miss out', then I don't think it was the right thing...maybe...

Monday, April 14, 2008

Views and Rooms

A room with a view
Watch it
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I want to see the one with Julian Sands as well.
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He was my favorite for a while when I was younger.


This movie (Mail Order Wife) was really great. It was really excellent
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BUT it was also very disturbing, sleazy, (in that most of the characters were sleazy and behaved in disgustingly underhanded ways), crazy, weird, crazy, disturbing disturbing, disturbing.
It is a must see....

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Trying next

Bvlgari's Omnia Crystalline fragrance
A friend of mine recommended it..It's a "certain type of magnet" is what she said :)


Lupe Fiasco.
I love this song...
Superstar :)

Friday, April 11, 2008

I can't speak

I met a man
This man- Dick Gregory
I read him when I was in my early teens and now I met him!
(He even ran for president- not only in the primary-RAN PROPER for president)
He is great- kind, smart, sweet, funny, everything.

Shame: By Dick Gregory (from his autobiography)

I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that. I was about seven years old when I got my first big lesson. I was in love with a little girl named Helene Tucker, a light-complexioned little girl with pigtails and nice manners. She was always clean and she was smart in school. I think I went to school then mostly to look at her. I brushed my hair and even got me a little old handkerchief. It was a lady's handkerchief, but I didn't want Helene to see me wipe my nose on my hand.

The pipes were frozen again, there was no water in the house, but I washed my socks and shirt every night. I'd get a pot, and go over to Mister Ben's grocery store, and stick my pot down into his soda machine and scoop out some chopped ice. By evening the ice melted to water for washing. I got sick a lot that winter because the fire would go out at night before the clothes were dry. In the morning I'd put them on, wet or dry, because they were the only clothes I had.

Everybody's got a Helene Tucker, a symbol of everything you want. I loved her for her goodness, her cleanness, her popularity. She'd walk down my street and my brothers and sisters would yell, "Here comes Helene," and I'd rub my tennis sneakers on the back of my pants and wish my hair wasn't so nappy and the white folks' shirt fit me better. I'd run out on the street. If I knew my place and didn't come too close, she'd wink at me and say hello. That was a good feeling. Sometimes I'd follow her all the way home, and shovel the snow off her walk and try to make friends with her momma and her aunts. I'd drop money on her stoop late at night on my way back from shining shoes in the taverns. And she had a daddy, and he had a good job. He was a paperhanger.

I guess I would have gotten over Helene by summertime, but something happened in that classroom that made her face hang in front of me for the next twenty-two years. When I played the drums in high school, it was for Helene, and when I broke track records in college, it was for Helene, and when I started standing behind microphones and heard applause, I wished Helene could hear it too. It wasn't until I was twenty-nine years old and married and making money that I finally got her out of my system. Helene was sitting in that classroom when I learned to be ashamed of myself.

It was on a Thursday. I was sitting in the back of the room, in a seat with a chalk circle drawn around it. The idiot's seat, the troublemaker's seat.

The teacher thought I was stupid. Couldn't spell, couldn't read, couldn't do arithmetic. Just stupid. Teachers were never interested in finding out that you couldn't concentrate because you were so hungry, because you hadn't had any breakfast. All you could think about was noontime; would it ever come? Maybe you could sneak into the cloakroom and steal a bite of some kid's lunch out of a coat pocket. A bite of something. Paste. You can't really make a meal of paste, or put it on bread for a sandwich, but sometimes I'd scoop a few spoonfuls out of the big paste jar in the back of the room. Pregnant people get strange tastes. I was pregnant with poverty. Pregnant with dirt and pregnant with smells that made people turn away. Pregnant with cold and pregnant with shoes that were never bought for me. Pregnant with five other people in my bed and no daddy in the next room, and pregnant with hunger. Paste doesn't taste too bad when you're hungry.

The teacher thought I was a troublemaker. All she saw from the front of the room was a little black boy who squirmed in his idiot's seat and made noises and poked the kids around him. I guess she couldn't see a kid who made noises because he wanted someone to know he was there.

It was on a Thursday, the day before the Negro payday. The eagle always flew on Friday. The teacher was asking each student how much his father would give to the Community Chest. On Friday night, each kid would get the money from his father, and on Monday he would bring it to the school. I decided I was going to buy a daddy right then. I had money in my pocket from shining shoes and selling papers, and whatever Helene Tucker pledged for her daddy I was going to top it. And I'd hand the money right in. I wasn't going to wait until Monday to buy me a daddy.

I was shaking, scared to death. The teacher opened her book and started calling out names alphabetically: "Helene Tucker?" "My Daddy said he'd give two dollars and fifty cents." "That's very nice, Helene. Very, very nice indeed."

That made me feel pretty good. It wouldn't take too much to top that. I had almost three dollars in dimes and quarters in my pocket. I stuck my hand in my pocket and held on to the money, waiting for her to call my name. But the teacher closed her book after she called everybody else in the class.

I stood up and raised my hand. "What is it now?" "You forgot me?" She turned toward the blackboard. "I don't have time to be playing with you, Richard."

"My daddy said he'd..." "Sit down, Richard, you're disturbing the class." "My daddy said he'd give...fifteen dollars."

She turned around and looked mad. "We are collecting this money for you and your kind, Richard Gregory. If your daddy can give fifteen dollars you have no business being on relief."

"I got it right now, I got it right now, my Daddy gave it to me to turn in today, my daddy said. .."

"And furthermore," she said, looking right at me, her nostrils getting big 2 and her lips getting thin and her eyes opening wide, "We know you don't have a daddy."

Helene Tucker turned around, her eyes full of tears. She felt sorry for me. Then I couldn't see her too well because I was crying, too.

"Sit down, Richard." And I always thought the teacher kind of liked me. She always picked me to wash the blackboard on Friday, after school. That was a big thrill; it made me feel important. If I didn't wash it, come Monday the school might not function right.

"Where are you going, Richard! "

I walked out of school that day, and for a long time I didn't go back very often.

There was shame there. Now there was shame everywhere. It seemed like the whole world had been inside that classroom, everyone had heard what the teacher had said, everyone had turned around and felt sorry for me. There was shame in going to the Worthy Boys Annual Christmas Dinner for you and your kind, because everybody knew what a worthy boy was. Why couldn't they just call it the Boys Annual Dinner-why'd they have to give it a name? There was shame in wearing the brown and orange and white plaid mackinaw' the welfare gave to three thousand boys. Why'd it have to be the same for everybody so when you walked down the street the people could see you were on relief? It was a nice warm mackinaw and it had a hood, and my momma beat me and called me a little rat when she found out I stuffed it in the bottom of a pail full of garbage way over on Cottage Street. There was shame in running over to Mister Ben's at the end of the day and asking for his rotten peaches, there was shame in asking Mrs. Simmons for a spoonful of sugar, there was shame in running out to meet the relief truck. I hated that truck, full of food for you and your kind. I ran into the house and hid when it came. And then I started to sneak through alleys, to take the long way home so the people going into White's Eat Shop wouldn't see me. Yeah, the whole world heard the teacher that day-we all know you don't have a Daddy.

It lasted for a while, this kind of numbness. I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself. And then one day I met this wino in a restaurant. I'd been out hustling all day, shining shoes, selling newspapers, and I had googobs of money in my pocket. Bought me a bowl of chili for fifteen cents, and a cheese- burger for fifteen cents, and a Pepsi for five cents, and a piece of chocolate cake for ten cents. That was a good meal. I was eating when this old wino came in. I love winos because they never hurt anyone but themselves.

The old wino sat down at the counter and ordered twenty-six cents worth of food. He ate it like he really enjoyed it. When the owner, Mister Williams, asked him to pay the check, the old wino didn't lie or go through his pocket like he suddenly found a hole.

He just said: "Don't have no money." The owner yelled: "Why in hell did you come in here and eat my food if you don't have no money? That food cost me money."

Mister Williams jumped over the counter and knocked the wino off his stool and beat him over the head with a pop bottle. Then he stepped back and watched the wino bleed. Then he kicked him. And he kicked him again.

I looked at the wino with blood all over his face and I went over.
"Leave him alone, Mister Williams. I'll pay the twenty-six cents."

The wino got up, slowly, pulling himself up to the stool, then up to the counter, holding on for a minute until his legs stopped shaking so bad. He looked at me with pure hate. "Keep your twenty-six cents. You don't have to pay, not now. I just finished paying for it."

He started to walk out, and as he passed me, he reached down and touched my shoulder. "Thanks, sonny, but it's too late now. Why didn't you pay it before?" I was pretty sick about that. I waited too long to help another man

Always something -even if you don't know it

Quid mihi prodest?

If its a good thing, a kind thing, a helpful thing, a nice thing, a simple thing-Do it anyway...

Iron, Wine, Good Music

I had fun...

The concert was excellent

Sam Beam was sweet to us.

Patrick Mckinney took our pics with Sam but I wish I had gotten one with Patrick...I just felt it would be too much...

Anyway all went well- except when Califone had a few technical problems and Sam forgot the lyrics to one of his songs. He laughed it off and it was funny (his wife had a knowing smile on her face like "I told you to rehearse")

I don't know for sure but I am assume that Sam and this lady are married.

I got pics of his ring

And Her ring

Monday, April 07, 2008

Drinking that milkshake

Yeh we WILL drink YOUR milkshake with that very long straw cuz that is how we roll...
Till after we're done watching There Will Be Blood.

Then we get over ourselves :)

Sense and Sensibility

This was the best one
The one that most could relate to.
It's strange because Jane Austen never really had relationships yet she wrote brilliantly about caddish and charlatan behavior in men..
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She felt the loss of Willoughby's character yet more heavily than she had felt the loss of his heart

Maybe she did have a couple relationships we don't know about.

Sunday, April 06, 2008


So I was walking along minding my own business, i.e walking and singing "get low mamie" in my head, when I saw this

At first I thought it was real, and just sitting there being skittish and wanting to jump.
So I just stood still and looked at it.
I realized the tail wasn't moving, the eye wasn't moving, and it wasn't trembling, so I walked past it.

I came back round and took a pic :)
Kinda cool and kinda freaky....

Friday, April 04, 2008

Oil etc

They were right.
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Daniel Day Lewis was excellent in There Will Be Blood.
The movie was good too. I liked it a lot.

Pretty at night

These trees are pretty in the day but even more so at night

Surreal and pretty

For sure. Then you gotta hightail it outta there if you have allergies.
Although it doesn't really matter so much if you are taking medicine for it

Tuesday, April 01, 2008


The most surprising thing I ever hear Chris (from that show) say
It came right out of the blue. Chris is funny but never profound lol
He was talking to his crazy ("Oh here we go"-Stewie) uncle Patrick at the breakfast table
Patrick said "Those people are disgusting"
Chris said matter- of- factly

"Is it lonely up there on your pedestal Patrick?"
Stewie is still my favorite
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