Soulja Boy & Wasted Girl :-/

Today's The Day...

Dedication to the Appreciation...

MTV: I Heard It First...

When Rapping Goes Wrong!!!

Real of Fake? This is the funniest shit I've seen in a minute!!!

The Thrilla In Manila-Read Between The Rope-a-Dope

Problems!!
Have you ever had your back against the wall? And, had nothing left to do, but just curl up, contemplate, and tell life to keep'em comin'! At that moment you feel vulnerable and likely to lose, but at the same time undefeatable because you've been in this predicament before. Then you remember that the world is counting on you-in your case it may be your child, wife, husband, mother etc. So you catch your second wind and realize that these people, these people that want you to succeed, cannot bare to see you fail. In actuality YOU don't want to see yourself in this position, feel the pain of life's hard blows, or taste the bitter aftermath of failure. And at THAT moment you decide to stop taking life's cheap shots and just WIN...

God Mother of Punk is a Rock & Roll N*gger?

November 2005, a coworker invited me to a U2 concert.  My immediate reaction was "U2? ummm, I have no interest."  However, after giving it some thought and realizing they were floor seats, I agreed to go.  Besides, I'm open to learning about new music.  So, now it's Me, My coworker, and MSG!  And, the night gets...hmmm how should I put it...interesting. First we're in line and he decides to tell me a "black joke" he heard on Seinfeld.  Fortunately, before he could get to the punchline, I give him "the eye".  You know, the "you're gonna get it when we get home" look a mother gives her child.  This causes us to argue a bit, but little did I know he was preparing me for what was ahead.  We get inside and everyone is excited about this Patti Smith lady opening up. He warns me, "You many not like this, but don't get mad."  I immediately say "it's music, how can it possibly make me mad?"  Then a crowd of 20,000 people chant...Jimi hendrix was a n*gger. Jesus christ and grandma, too. Jackson pollock was a n*gger, n*gger, n*gger, n*gger, n*gger, n*gger, n*gger, n*gger!


Now, I hear that word often, but I've never heard it like this.  For some reason, when I hear it at a Jay-Z concert, it's singing, but when I hear it at a Patti Smith concert, it's chanting. Under the circumstance, I am uncomfortable and my coworker is even more uncomfortable. Let's be real, I was one of  probably one-hundred black people, but I just knew everyone was screaming at Me. I'm watching everyone's lips and as they catch my eye, they become a little apprehensive. I can tell I'm ruining the fun :-(  But who cares! Right now, I should be able to wild out on these people and the world should understand. Wisely, I don't.  I'm outnumbered and I'm on "their" turf.  So, I clench my fist and hold my breath for what seems like the longest 5 minutes of my life.  After, my coworker attempts to explain that a "N*gger" is a person who is "outside of society."  At that moment I think, "I never thought I'd see the day when "society" actually tries to explain what the word N*gger means and really tries to identify with it."  

Since November 2005, that moment has plagued me.  I'm not sure if I overreacted or underestimated the power of music.  Besides, she's opened up for U2.  How offensive and hateful could she really be? Questioning music and morals, I decided to check her out.  Some say she rocks! I say she's a rebel. Check out her album "Horses."  The first line of the album is "Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine."  After you get over the shock, apprehension and blasphemy, you'll open up, understand and maybe enjoy :-/

Hot track from The Cool Kids
Finally, someone pays homage to "Pennies" 



Oh yeah, Mikey Rocks!!! (did I say that out loud? lol)

Simona Speaks -Taylor...Married to my Chucks

Boy, do I need a man like my Chucks!!! I went out in my "dancing shoes," I woke up in the morning and my Chucks were right there.  Right next to my bed!  Right by my side!  Of course, the first couple of months they put their best foot forward.  They were crisp, clean, and never wanted to step out the box.  Now, they're worn, used, grimey, a little beat up and broken, but they're holding it together just for ME!  5 years later and they complement me perfectly.  

I know their sole's a little shallow; however, our relationship runs sooo deep.  No wheels, but they Ryde!  A night at the Bowery: Me and my Chucks.  Dinner and a Movie: Me and my Chucks.  A good day at work: Me and my Chucks.  We're inseparable.  They allow me to be...ME!  

I must admit, Chucks' first love was Basketball, then there was a lasting love affair with Rock, but once Hip-Hop entered the picture, we fell in love. I'm just happy the street dream is over. But, no worries, they still ROCKIN' With A BALLER ;-)    

Steeling The Moment...

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness...

The Steelers won the Superbowl :-/   No, I'm not jealous because I wish I could score a touchdown or punt a ball.  My envy goes a lot deeper than that.  Someone once asked me, "What do you need?... What would make you happy?"  I didn't know what would give me the perfect feeling, but I knew how I wanted to feel. My response, "I want to feel like I won the Superbowl!!!"  Invincible for that one moment; on top of the world; appreciated for all the work I've done; supported by my circle; and most of all proud of myself... all at the same time and while I'm still alive lol.  See, it's not the experience we chase, it's the feeling we get from that experience.  It's that moment after that final second that makes everything worth it.  In life we chase what we THINK would make us happy, but little do we know Happiness is a pursuit of a lifetime... 

Three Little Birds... Inspiration, Appreciation, Salvation...

January 31, 2009

On this sunny day, I woke up with the intentions of getting up, gearing up, and heading downtown to buy a brand new Mac Air!  It happened, but little did I know my journey would be more rewarding than my destination.  Today, for the first time I EXPERIENCED New York CITY. And, oooh it was a wonderful feeling.  Laid off from a job I loved, free from his baby mama drama, and away from the people who THINK they know me...It was just Me, Myself, and my Metrocard.  There, I found Inspiration in a B-boy, Appreciation in a hot dog (yes, a hot dog), Salvation in a drummer and most of all, I was awakened in the city that never sleeps.  

As I sit in a corner seat of the 2 train, two scruffy boys enter the car; one sits next to me and the other sits across from me.  Of course, I do what every single woman does; I check out their teeth and their shoes :-/  My mind immediately goes into "WTF" mode. I think to myself, "Damn! what's their story!!!"  Clearly, I'm not impressed :-/  Then my mind starts conjuring up stories about their life; where they lived, what their parents didn't do for a living, their GPAs, their destination, along with other ignorant assumptions. 

Fast forward to 6pm...I leave the Mac Store feeling bamboozled; one of the Apple Genius' convinced me to buy a Mac Book instead.  He told me the keyboard lights up and I was Sold!!! lol.  So, now I have a new computer and and a new ipod...I'm the Shit!!! Who else can get laid off and still support her bad habit of spontaneously buying electronics? :-)  And, along with my empty pockets I am walking on an empty stomach.  A hotdog it is!!!  "Hey dude, how much for the hotdog...2 bucks???!!!" Alright alright, I don't have any insurance, so I better eat.  No need passing out over eight quarters lol. 

Now it's Me, my Mac, and my Hotdog entering the 42nd street station...And I spot them!!!  It's the two scruffy guys that I saw earlier on the 2 train!!!  Only this time they were entertaining a crowd and I was eager to be a spectator. I'm watching and I'm judging MYSELF.  I hate the fact that I judged them earlier, I'm upset that I overlooked their story, I'm ashamed that I marginalized their dreams, and I'm afraid that they felt my negative energy.  Therefore, I clap after every flip, summersault, headspin and whatchamacallit.  I'm repenting! It's like my standing ovation is a spiritual confession screaming "forgive me, my ignorance is involuntary!"  Luckily, they have no idea.  Unfortunately, I do.  Finally, the guy with the collection hat comes up to me and I decide I would give him 10% of whatever I have in my pocket. Lucky me, I have 5 one dollar bills and 1 five dollar bill.  I've never been good in math, but this is simple. I give him a dollar. Great! I'm feeling redeemed, kind of. Not to mention, I'm sooo happy I bought that hotdog!  

I enter the uptown platform and I see my drummer friend.  The one I always hide from :-/  He rushes me, gives me his card, and tells me he's been playing since 10am.  Then he says, "I work so I can stack money.  I don't have to work all day, but the harder I work the sooner I can retire."  As he says this, I'm looking at his teeth.  He has a disheartening gold tooth in the front :-/  I quickly disregard it, smile with my pearly whites and say "you're right!"  and he sings a song for me..."Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright."  A tear comes to my eye. Clearly, I've been forgiven...