Monday, March 30, 2009

Mama Yayo says my middle name was supposed to be Felicia. If she wasn’t so exhausted after pushing my big head out, it might’ve turned out that way. Instead it was left up to my dad, who I inherited this massive dome from. Do you agree when I say it was a conspiracy?

Opal is the name I was given. Yes. Opal. Like the birth stone. & no not mine. Opal. Like the erratic redhead from All My Children. & no he wasn’t a fan. His youngest sister is actually named Hope Lynn, maybe he saw a resemblance? Wrong again.

Thank goodness for the first name I’ve been hiding it with all these years. I even told other kids it was Felicia, & when they asked why there was an “O” on my lunch card, I replied, “those idi-boos made a mistake.”

Anyway, life happens as it does, so it can happen as it should. Or something of the sort. I first heard that from Justin on Baldwin Hills. Then from his new beau Aysia on her blog. The statement holds much truth. Quotable. I wonder who’s to credit.

A link from the event I did about two weeks ago. It was my first time seeing it go down from beginning to end. Went swell, served its purpose. As long as the media shows up, they’re happy.

A few things to write about, just haven’t pieced them together. My mind doesn’t ever stop swirling.

I signed on to AIM today which is an extremely rare occasion for me. Someone’s away message read:

“The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be
when you kill them”


Ooo. AIM World.

BellePosh. Catch me if you can.


While Rih's Whipping Her Hair...

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I'm pulling mine out.

Long fricken weeeeek...

& it just started.

Annoyed by this cold (not the weather), and EVERYTHING else.

work & school = ultimate torture

PhD Dream = looking bleeeeak

To be continued...



Monday, March 16, 2009

The "cold" is a commonality that we all face, numerous times a year.

But since I've been back on my vitamin binge, I've managed not to get sick.

Bouts of Vitamin C, GNC's Hair, Skin, & Nails Vitamins, and a One A Day has got me feeling real crakish these days.

But it's been working thus far, so I'm staying true to my regimen.

BUT now I'm getting sick. This weekend I woke up with a sore throat plus all the other initial symptoms & as nice a day as it was in the Bean yesterday, I couldn't even enjoy it.

I laid semi-conscious in bed, and when my father told me to keep an eye on the shrimp he was making for dinner, while stuck in my trance, it burned.


So I had to get up and make an entire new meal, and I couldn't even be pissed about it. Maybe this will end this shrimp fest he's been on since the beginning of the year. I mean I LOVE shrimp, but if he continues, I fear the iodine will poison us.

Thank God I burned it. I think it was a sign. Maybe I can get him to cook my fave - oxtails - next week.


BTW...One of my favorite movies of all time, A Bronx Tale is coming to the Bean! I cannot wait! I went to see it on Broadway in NY for my B-Day back in 07' while seeking out a film school, but was extremely disappointed when every theatre went on strike! If only you knew how excited I am right now.

Anyway, I have a media event this Thursday that I played a miniscule part in and hopefully it turns out swell. If it's a disaster, some will have to face the brunt of it, which will suck.

I'll let you know how it goes.
Maybe I'll post some clippings so you can judge for yourself.

Reviving the Roots of Hip Hop

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

"Reviving the Roots of Hip Hop" was an article I wrote back in 2006 for my college newspaper. I was working on the entertainment section, so of course I wrote about my fave - Lupe Fiasco.

Hip Hop’s ever-changing style has recently dished out its newest lyric, an artist who has his mind set on revolutionizing the music scene. Wasalu Muhammad Jaco doesn’t go by his “government name”, as the streets call it, but is well known as Lupe Fiasco. Eluding the stir of his album’s original release date, Fiasco’s mind-blowing debut album dropped on September 19, 2006, reaching number 1 on the Rap Albums Chart.

Kicking and pushing his way into the scene with his hit single “Kick, Push” Fiasco talks about his childhood love and fascinating affair with skateboarding. He expresses how he found his female love through skateboarding with lines like,

“Met his girlfriend she was clapping in the crowd/ love is what, what was happening to him now/ he said I would marry you/ but I’m engaged with these arials and variels/ but I don’t think this board is strong enough to carry two/ she said Bow I weigh 120 pounds/ Now let me make one thing clear/ I don’t need to ride yours, I got mine right here.” Fiasco never had to look far for anything, everything he needed in his mysterious life he found in his first love, the skateboard.

Fiasco, raised on Chicago’s West Side, grew up with the influence of his parents, both of whom exposed him to every element (good or bad) that society had to offer. In his 24 years of life, there hasn’t been much he hasn’t either experienced first hand, or heard of. Emerging from the diversified world in which he was brought up, he became a lover of Jazz. With Fiasco’s mixture of Jazz, the influence of his Muslim religious background, eclectic soul, and varied interest, he never ceases to amaze his listeners. His words are those of an unheard, unseen, and long veiled prophet.

Fiasco’s style is definitely new and refreshing, and he does nothing but give the people something they can recognize. The Hip Hop world has been claiming that for years it hasn’t experienced anything with meaning, or any thought provoking, head-bopping flow. Fiasco has definitely stepped up to the challenge and given Hip Hop its sense of reality back. Hip Hop started out as a way young black artist expressed their political views on corporate America. As Lupe says in his song “American Terrorist”,

“It's like, don't give the black man food, give red man liquor, red man fool, black man nigga, give yellow man tool, make him railroad builda, also give him pan, make him pull gold from river, give black man crack, glocks to teens, give red man craps, slot bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back…”

Lupe Fiasco, has definitely brought it back.

This article would be soooo different if it was written today, March 11th, 2009. The evolution of a writer.

You know what kind of annoys me about writing here, the fact that you can't indent. Is there some sort of trick to this? Argh.

Constitution Date December 2006


I Am The Dream. You Are The Dreamer.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I am given the strength to achieve the things I aspire. One day I will be released from my nocturnal slumber. From this nocturnal bed of roses. For I am destined to live in the day, not just in my dreams.

On the journey of the dream manifested.

No dried up raisins ova hea' the stanky leg...

& shake that woop do dee dupe...


"Fans, Friends, Artist..."

Monday, March 2, 2009

...must meet. Which one are you. Which one are me.

Love Erykah.

I guess I'll see ya next lifetime...