For some reason, I have been been bumping Stankonia. For some other unknown reason I play Slum Beautiful at least twice every time I am in the car.
I guess I have just been feeling it that much. The lyrics are not the greatest by Big Boi, Cee-lo or Andre, but they get the point across.
In other news...
I am doing slightly better with the math thing, as I can use a calculator on these parts. My other classes are OK for the moment, but we'll see after a weeks worth of testing...
I heard a new Brat song the other day. Sounds, um, 'recycled', like a song that should have been released in the mid-90s. And thats a funny thing about, say, Tupac songs, even though they were recorded before his um, death, they always seem to be current... hmmm
Oh yeah, tomorrow I will explore the theory that Jay-Z had Biggie killt....
Normally, I am not a foot person, but damn, yesterday in my broadcasting class one of my classmates came in with flip-flops, exposing the most lovely set of pedicured toenails I had ever seent.
I tried not to stare, really I did.
And the feet were pretty, no corns, bunions or anything that needed to be lasered off. I was in awe, and like I said, I am not a part of the Foot Clan.
But Monday... I was a fan....
Let me first say that I have a love for weed.
Let me secondly say that I do not have a love for bongs, beer or otherwise.
I went into the valley last night to kick it with OJ. and his upstairs neighbors, some college folk (from CSUN I think). Cool peoples, cept for this one herb who REALLY looked out of place in the group dynamic anyhow, but that is another post...
Anyways, Ice Cube jokes aside, the Chronic was present also, so I was in good spirits. But it was in a bong. I did not have any history with bongs up until that point, just blunts and pipes. So, being the adventurous sort, I lit it and inhaled...
Nothing.
I lit and inhaled BIG this time, got some smoke, I was cool. Before I passed it, I was told to finish it off, so I inhaled big again. Then I choked... HARD.... so hard that spit came flying out of my mouth onto OJ... needless to say, the people around me moved away and I had this big spit drip on my face too.
That fuckin sucked, and was a helluva way to make a first impression.
Therefore, the bong is my enemy.
In Other News...
The Bears made yet ANOTHER Florida QB a draft pick, Rex Grossman. You would have thought they would have learnt with Shane Matthews and Danny Wuerrfel, but noooooooo....
Carl's Jr. is calling, and I must answer.
I failed another algebra test, so now I have to be serious and go see one of these arrogant-ass african tutors...
Math has been a sore spot for me ever since the 7th grade, when I met Algebra and her famous friend, x. Ever since then, there has been no end to the struggle:
Algebra: D
Advanced Algebra: D
Algebra 2: D
Trigononmetry: F, Twice
etc etc etc.
So now, I come BACK to Algebra, since I cannot take the REQUIRED math course to graduate until I pass this, so no, I cannot drop the class.
If anyone knows of any sources, online or otherwise, that can help me lick this problem I would be sooooooooooooo appreciative
In other news,
I think that R. Kelly calling himself the Pied Piper is a little too ominous for me.
I still hate (southern) California, the traffic reports all suck. They tell you about an accident that may or may not be anywhere near where you are at the time. And I ran into another traffic jam at 10 pm. I will submit that driving out here is 100 times better than taking the bus, which is a whole 'nother post.
Anyways, let me go stuff my face...
I'm on this early since my head will be buried in an Algebra book later...
I do have some jazz ( Miles, Duke, Herbie Hancock) but I need way more. My moms loves Joe Sample too, so I may burn one of her CDs. I do also have a copy of Acoustic Soul somewhere, I think I picked it up cuz it was trendy, but I will give it a second spin, as it were.
I will probably give Cree and Donnie a listen at Tower this week.
In other news...
As much as there is that can be said about what needs to be done to improve the black commune as a whole, let it NOT be said that brothas and sistas cannot in any forum express views with decorum and intelligence... hopefully this ball will keep rolling...
And I have switched, for the time being, to Curve...
And Bill Self is going to Kansas... got dammit...
And Nina Simone has passed...
ok thas it...
After careful deliberation, I have come up with a small list of what I want from black america. This list implicates the majority of black america on a general basis and not on no individual shit, so don't ask...
1. For starters, can we PLEASE build each other up more instead of tearing each other down? And no, I don't mean the whole 'don't hate on ja rule' shit, cuz for one he sucks and 2, if you put your work out you are subject to criticism, but it should be constructive. Too many times we do like to diss and tear down for no real cause, or, rather, just because. This needs to stop, which leads into my second point...
2. Why are Negroes so afraid to put each other on? I mean in the sense of that, for example, X knows a skill on the job, Y is new to the job and wants to learn X's skill, but X fronts and bullshits around because they think Y will eventually take his job, which MAY be the case, since X is gettin up in age anyway, but SO WHAT. why doesnt X (or people like X) think that hey, if they train Y to do the job well, X could maybe get a promotion, some shit?
3. We need to learn to stick together a lot better than we are now. I don't think I will ever understand the desire of some negroes to say 'we do not all think alike, we are individuals'. Talk about the dumbest common-sense statement ever made... of course we are all individuals DUHHHHHHH we have different experiences, or different views on the same experience. This does not mean we should not get together and politik every now and then for a common cause that may affect more than one of us at one time. I mean, Jews do it all the time. When someone is branded an anti-semite, they cut that fool off so hard that he is apologizin out the ass and has the Jewish Defense Leauge banging down their doors with uzis, some shit. There are many more examples but that one sticks out foremost.
3a. Speaking of sticking together, I hope Affirmative Action DOES get outlawed, maybe then black folk will realize we need each other more than we think we do...
okay those are 3 points, but they all kind of relate to each other. Am I asking too much? Probably. But I hold out on the hope that we will get it together soon before it is too late...
*jumping out of the magic tree for tonight*
This is kinda piggy-backing off of calvin's post.
What would I want from white america?
To pay for therapy from 200-somethin odd years of slavery and 100 more years of Jim Crow. Lawd knows some of us need it.
But thats about it. They will not give repariations, and even if they did, the stigma, deserved or not, would be so messed up that would be attached to it it would become more of a curse than a blessing.
I DO want more from Black America though. I'll come back with that later today...
I think I have picked up like 11 cds for about 40-45 the last few weeks thanks to The Wherehouse closing.
The list... ridicule if you must...
Ghostface Killah - Bulletproof Wallets... replaces the copy Reddy gave me
Ol' Dirty Bastard - Return to the 36 Chambers, The Dirty Version.... replaces the tape I lost in North Carolina...
Eminem - The Slim Shady LP... my cousin wanted it
The Roots - Phrenology... I have listened to it once, I can't seem to get into it
Slum Village - Trinity... pending review
Big Daddy Kane - Long Live the Kane.... Classic material
LL Cool J - Mama Said Knock You Out... the last album LL made before the 'I'm gonna rap just for females' era
Prince - Crystal Ball... I am a HUGE Prince fan, and it was 3 bucks... win-win if you ask me
The Police - Ghost in the Machine... 4 Police albums down, 2 more, the box set and the concert album to go...
Talib Kweli - Quality... this is cool so far
Mos Def & Talib Kweli are Blackstar... since it was there
Yes, I am a hip-hop fan, and my collection leans that way by a 2 to 1 margin at least. If anyone has suggestions on what to enhance my collection with let me know
The Issey Miyake curse strikes...
I went to this place to try to find an apartment, and I am enjoying my water while waiting for the guy to interview me, when this scraggly white lady walks in. She said she was looking for an apartment in the United States and starts answering the interview questions for me...
Apartment Guy: Are you all together?
Me: NOOOOOOOO
so then I leave and walk past the woman and she follows me out, saying "hey, you smell good, what IS that?" I was like, some imported shit. so she follows me down the street all the way to my car. I was mad, but laughin at the same time because I now know that this is not some coincidence...
I'm going back to wearin Gucci Nobile
Today is the day Uncle Sam says 'KICK UP THAT MONEY, HOE!'
I paid mine in February, but due to Andersen-Type accounting practices I won't see my $836 refund, or any refund for that matter, for like 3-4 more years.
In other news:
The sandstorm that is called my life is starting to settle a little bit...
I got a job!
At this club called The Mint. Its kinda small and um, quaint, with the red light and all. They play live music (not real great bands, but i am unconcerned... for now).
Next up the new Sanctum Sanctorum (the comic book fans know of which I speak, lol)
And before I forget, welcome all you new readers! Strap yaselves in, or on, whatever the case may be...
So I am sittin in the net cafe right, mindin my bizz, having a few AOL IM conversations (add me as BLAC THOR if you like), when this Andy Dick look alike starts trippin. The people at the counter are trying to be nice with dude but he keeps going off... I got the conversation when I started payin attention:
Counter people: Sir, can you please just take your water and sit down?
Andy Dick: No! I will drink it here right now! (Standing at the counter)
CP: sir, just take it over there...
AD: Hell no! I will drink it right here because I can
CP: you're causing a disturbance
AD: You know what (Drops his jacket and the water) I'm gonna kick your ass
Andy is held back by this little chinese dude, who pushes him out the door, the CP is like, oh so u wanna hit me now? and Andy is like, you have NO fucking idea, man!
At any rate, Andy is pushed out the door screaming, you will learn to treat your customers with RESPECT! RESPECT!!!!
as OJ says, shit was the guts...
and no, I am not wearing my knock off Issey today, LOL
Before we get into tonight's discourse, let me just say that I love Stick Death.
Ok, with that out of the way
Remember the whole Issey Myake shit?
Welp, now I have yet ANOTHER wrong person sniffin all on me. It wasn't a giant hoodrat this time or a Biker Bum, but a regular bum.
I am going in the LaundryMat to warsh, and this guy is standing out front asking for change. Pocket full of quarters notwithstanding, I said no. Here's the rest of the exchange:
Bum: well can I help u with ya clothes?
Me: um, thas kinda personal aint it?
B: yeah but i need to do something
M: not my clothes nigga damn
B: *sniffing around* you smell good...
M: um, thanks *sidestepping bum and goin in the Mat*
so, now a bum and a giant hoodrat know I smell good.
Excellent.
Why the hell it couldn't have been a big titty girl wit weave or something? she coulda been ugly as sin, but at least it woulda been some sort of affirmation that the shit I bought was reasonably attractive to an actual woman, sort of.
I am not gonna buy this shit again....
In Other News....
Imagine coming out of math class, jovial that it is over and the weekend starts (for us JUCO folk, and some of them 4 yr folk too, it starts on Thursday) and you run head on into this.
*like dennis hopper in Speed* WHAT DO YOU DO?
I ran, away...
more on this tomorrow.
Now, I must (RE)write a paper that my computer decided to have for breakfast...
more on that tomorrow too...
I wasn't going to post anything until the sandstorm that is my life calmed down, but I could not resist this...
for health reasons...
and while it is alway sad to see someone retire...
This means that Mike can come home now, and stop fucking with that illusion called the Washington Wizards...
I am SOOOOOOO hyper right now, I could go pee...
matter fact, I think I will...