This is effing insanity! Can you believe this is the same dude with the bogus fro and wack girlfriend on the Canadian teen sitcom, Degrassi, just a few years ago?! At first...I couldn't. I was just browsing around on imeem doing my regular new music hunt and stumbled across the remix to Santogold's "Unstoppable". I had heard the single about a week ago and had already fallin in love with it because of his feature on it and had no idea it was him. So then, I was like, lemme see what else this "Drake" guy is on and I search for his playlists and all these playlists that come up with his face on it and I was like, "NOOOOOO - that is NOT him! It couldn't be." Ah, but it WAS, my friends. It was. Blown away by his captivating voice and lyrical confidence, I quickly favorited one of the longer playlists and put the guy on my profile for future scrutiny but I think I'm already...sorta kinda...a...ahem...FAN.
If you haven't peeped yet....check him out on this track as aformentioned:
"Michael, the American mind f*ck has rearranged your face."
- Ainsley Burrows on Michael Jackson's numerous cosmetic surgeries and skin bleaching as a result of his attempts to live up to the 'White Beauty Esthetic.' We gotta talk about it since apparently things such as the former post are still slipping through the cracks.
I'm trying to understand what possible motivation you may have had for publishing that vile cartoon depicting the shooting of the chimpanzee that went crazy. I guess you thought it would be funny to suggest that whomever was responsible for writing the Economic Recovery legislation must have the intelligence and judgment of a deranged, violent chimpanzee, and should be shot to protect the larger community.
Really? Did it occur to you that this suggestion would imply a connection between President Barack Obama and the deranged chimpanzee? Did it occur to you that our President has been receiving death threats since early in his candidacy? Did it occur to you that blacks have historically been compared to various apes as a way of racist insult and mockery? Did you intend to invoke these painful themes when you printed the cartoon?
If that's not what you intended, then it was stupid and willfully ignorant of you not to connect these easily connectable dots. If it is what you intended, then you obviously wanted to be grossly provocative, racist and offensive to the sensibilities of most reasonable Americans. Either way, you should not have printed this cartoon, and the fact that you did is truly reprehensible. I can't imagine what possible justification you have for this. I've read your lame statement in response to the outrage you provoked. Shame on you for dodging the real issue and then using the letter as an opportunity to attack Rev. Sharpton. This is not about Rev. Sharpton. It's about the cartoon being blatantly racist and offensive.
I believe in freedom of speech, and you have every right to print what you want. But freedom of speech still comes with responsibilities and consequences. You are responsible for printing this cartoon, and I hope you experience some real consequences for it. I'm personally boycotting your paper and won't do any interviews with any of your reporters, and I encourage all of my colleagues in the entertainment business to do so as well. I implore your advertisers to seriously reconsider their business relationships with you as well.
You should print an apology in your paper acknowledging that this cartoon was ignorant, offensive and racist and should not have been printed.
I'm well aware of our country's history of racism and violence, but I truly believe we are better than this filth. As we attempt to rise above our difficult past and look toward a better future, we don't need the New York Post to resurrect the images of Jim Crow to deride the new administration and put black folks in our place. Please feel free to criticize and honestly evaluate our new President, but do so without the incendiary images and rhetoric.
"Such effects may include oily spotting, loose stools, and more frequent stools that may be hard to control." - MyAlli.com
So....what you're saying is...oil might start coming out of my ASS?! And skid marks??? And, oh, and I just might shat myself on accident all because I wanted to lose a little wieght?! I see consequences of eating fatty food in a whole new light.
Curse the Alli Weight Loss system. And read the fine print before you get caught with a nice little surpriserunning down your leg.
As I nearly shat my pants while sitting in the reclined endontic's chair getting my root canal done today....my curiosity overwhelmed me. This curiosity enabled an uncontrollable fear that was growing more and more intense as the time flew by. I sat in that damn chair for nearly two whole hours surrounded by drilling noises...occassional wiffs of bleach (WHY?!)...and the overwhelming death odor overflowing from the lips of my hovering endontic.
The fear...was a result of the fact that when they said I was receiving a "root canal," I had no idea in hell what that meant. Do YOU know what a root canal is? When I asked all they replied with were arbitrary remarks like "we're attempting to save your tooth" and "we have to get to the nerve endings". I'm still confused. But the most enlightening answer to my question came when the doctor placed the microscope above my head to take a closer look at his work and I caught a glance at my reflection off of the lense.
What I saw was rather terrifying yet rediculously amusing. My tooth (my WHOLE tooth)...was split down the middle in half and I could see under it where the nerve endings and decay were...along with the fact that I was bleeding...and couldn't feel any of it. I was stunned and amazed to see such a gigantic hole in my tooth. And even more amazed that it was even possible for him to repair it. Ah SCIENCE. When I tell you that I am an obsessive tooth-brusher and avid flosser now, I mean it whole heartedly because I never want to go through this ever again (although the visual was fascinating). For your viewing pleasure...below is a diagram of what actually occures in case you were wondering if you are presented with this horrifying/beautiful experience in your lifetime.
"Next door to the extra-ordinary, with vocabulary, Lake Shore I wrote rhymes with remote primes, and quote times of assault crimes Few years before that back in the four flat My pops wiped his feet for the last time on our doormat Look deep in my heart, you'll see where the sore's at" - The Leak
I've been on hip hop lately...like, a lot of it. And that means content...perfect combination of lyrical skill and production. I enjoy this. You should too:
"I have lived my whole life trying to do better than my sister has so my parents can have a child that they can have no regret about."
"I live a contradicting lifestyle, but what human being doesn't?"
"I was molested at 9. Dont feel sorry for me cuz I dont."
"My mother is a recovering crack addict. I sometimes think I was at fault for her overdosing"
" i wish i was still that 15 year old girl who only cared about getting her workout in before school and going hard in basketball practice...the older you get, the more you're exposed to which makes life effin difficult"
There's been this new phenomenon on facebook where people are posting lists of 25 random things that we hadn't know about them. To my (pleasant) surprise, people are talking about real sh** and being honest about themselves. Things that aren't so cool. Things that aren't so happy. Things that aren't so picture perfect. And I believe that this is where the healintg begins for them and those who read it. Open dialogue without fear of redicule from the masses but, rather, applause for your bravery. Here are a few confessions that got me...above will be a few posts that moved me.
Personally, this scares the hell out of me. Not because of the creepy unsolved mystery-esque music in the background...but because I've heard about it before. I believe it's the truth. Am I the only person a bit shaky when it comes to this end-times-talk?
Yes, we're in the same month in which my hubby will be blessing the mic @ the 930 club, Washington D.C. Mos(definitely), NOT think so...will be hittin the stage February 23rd and I will be welcoming my man HOME! (Hahaha...)
It's gonna be Epic...
Let's celebrate with one of his classic tracks from the True Magic Album...
PROBLEM: As did the news when Katrina happened, there seems to be a recurring trend of framing those who are impoverished as thieves, criminals, savages, and the like. But poverty forces its victims to do what they must to survive. If its between "doing the right thing" and keeping my family alive, what do you think I'm gon pick??
SOME SOLUTIONS (?):
I don't know if world-wide poverty will every decline to the level that it should because it seems like this world thrives off of people not having. There are celebrities and politicians and athletes who have more money than they even know what to do with and people whose bones are near piercing through their skin because of lack of a single dollar inhabiting the same earth and I can not understand it. I can not fathom how this is still occuring. The saddest part of it all is that I sometimes feel as though the problem is to big for me to do anything significant about it....howvever, there are people who are taking steps to remedy it. I'm looking into...
"False charity gives a little something to the extended hands of the have-nots, but preserves the haves' power. True generosity lies in striving so that these hand, whether of individuals or of people, need be extended less and less in supplication and become capable of working and transforming the world" - The Pedagogy of the Oppressed (a Must Read)
It's Friday. But I will not be having a weekend this weekend because I'm trying to operate on a 4.0 level...and that just doesnt come natural. I will NOT let these teachers drown me...so I've taken a snapshot of some party music that popped in my head at this very moment...I call it a guilty pleasure cause its really not the type of music I'm drawn to but I couldn't help it...ENJOY:
You might wanna pass on the peanut butter on everything...for like...ever...or atleast until the FDA decides there isn't such a high risk that your favorite roof-of-your-mouth inhabitant isn't tainted with that good ol' salmonella.
"So far the salmonella outbreak has killed eight people and sickened more than 500 others nationwide, including 14 cases in Pennsylvania. One of those cases was in Butler County." - MSNBC.COM
However, they say it's important everyone knows that the stuff in the jar is safe...it's the products that contain it. Um, riiiiiight.
There are so many people who take their lives for granted so much so that they never stop to think about what it would be like if it were not how it is. I was just awakened by one of the most terrifying thoughts that have ever crossed my mind. I don't know if I believe in reincarnation or coming back to life after death as a whole nother person with a whole nother life but the thought of coming back as anyone besides me scares the hell out of me. I was lying here in my bed and my chest began to hurt a little (usually a huge indicator that something is heavy on my heart) bit so I started to wonder what in my life would change or how if I had discovered that I had some type of terminal illness that I could do nothing about. Like, what if tomorrow I found out that I have HIV/AIDS? What if I died and in my next life I came back as a crack baby who grew into a crack whore? A prostitute? A suicidal teenager? An abused wife? A fiend? A poverty-stricken mother stuck in the slums with her 5 children? A black man sentenced to a life in prison for something he did or did not do? An "ignorant white person who is hated by blacks"?
I don't know if I could cope with being anyone else.
We spend our lives judging and criticizing those unlike us but what if we were them? Do we know why they are the way that they are? Very few seem to care enough to dialogue with those people that they do not understand. I believe that so easily God could have brought us on to this earth as someone else...as the very people we despise and ostricize. My aim and goal in life is to understand and strive for that understanding with no judgement. I don't know why God chose me to have this life and not someone elses.
I don't think I like the idea of reincarnation.
I think this one life is good enough. I want to make more effort to connect with those who don't like theirs and feel trapped in a world that they never planned on being in. This is crazy. (excerpt from my journal...10/5/2008)
"BITCH, I DON'T KNOW YOUR LIFE." - Baby Mama....see it!
I might just be tempted to...throw some rather un-christian-like insults your way if you tell me you don't read...*SMILE*...BECAUSE THERE IS A BOOK FOR EVERYTHING...this time around I turn your attention to exhibits A & B of what I'm reading....
"Dream It. List It. Do It!"
I'm SO not a fan of the how-to and self-help book age this country is in when it comes to book...HOWEVER...I will retract those sentiments for books like these that make my imagination run wild! With topics ranging from 'How to Live in the Moment' to 'How to Document My Life'...I'm rating this one AWESOME. I'm an adventurous mind with a bit of play-it-safe style and I'm tryna break FREE! Cop this.
I really think you should. Seriously. I 'secretly' crave controversy and this book SCREAMS it from the hilltops! In a nutshell, a journalist writes a book about the stories of the lives of 8 (i think) addicts. The addictions range from drugs...to sex..to mindsets and I very curious to know whats roaming around in the mind of those who exercise addictive behavior. I actually think we all have that but some of ya'll are in denial....THE FIRST STEP IS ADMITTANCE. But this book aint about that...let's just start with: WHY? Treat your local barnes & noble like a candy store and TREAT yourself....happy reading!
I can no longer attend the sweaty debauchery of college life that is the weekend houseparty. I think it was it for me when I saw two people dry humping on a couch while everyone watched. And as some of the girl's friends screamed at her to stop, she must have interpreted as them cheering her on because she lost it a little more until someone yanked her crazy ass off the helpless boy beneath her. I mean, "if that's your thing, do what you wanna do. I can't tell ya who to sock it to." But damn, aren't you tired, yet? I have been...floating around this city...iPod on, "Uncle Tom's Children" in my bag, and these same ash tray-lookin beat-up chucks in my free time and my mind starts racing about my future and about my place in this world and where I'm going to live...and how I'm going to eat...and how I'm going to change this world...sometimes more consumed with how big this world is around me...and sometimes more consumed with how big this heart is inside me - caring too much...about people who do not view me the same. I have big dreams and plans but it saddens me when those who are supposed to love me and care for me merely sigh and reply, "I used to say I was going to do that." Or..."ah, to be young"...as if I'm supposed to fail like them.
Who doesn't enjoy walking down Georgia Ave with your own personal soundtrack? Reminds me of those old Burger King (I think) commercials that had the lame dude walkin down the street listenin to 50 cent feelin like he was the flyest thing you've ever seen....well anyway that's not my thing. Reflection is what I'm really on...walking whereever you're going is the best time to really listen to the lyrics and and it doesn't hurt for it to have great production to make the soundtrack that much sweeter. Kidz in the Hall's "The In Crowd" and 9th Wonder & Buckshot's "The Formula" are what I'm walkin to this week.
TRACKS TO LISTEN BACK:
"The Pledge (ft. Buckshot)" & "Inner Me" - Kidz in the Hall
"No Future" & "Just Display" - 9th Wonder & Buckshot
If controlling my thoughts and my feelings were a possibility, I would erase all memory of that one. That one that reminds me that they do exist. But timing is not alligned and neither are the courses of our lives. So far yet in such familiar proximity. Do I remember? Yes? All of he. Not a yes, no, or maybe. Just a check mark. Like, yes, finally...you. Sometimes you just know. And waiting seems worth it...even after all of these months. If one of you exists, it makes it all worth it. I remember. Do you?
Within the next couple of weeks...I plan to visit a HIPS establishment to learn and not judge. I have a rather negative view of prostitutes and that view will never change toward prostitution in general. However, I'm interested in knowing the WHY and the WHAT FORs...
I think there's a lot of deeper societal issues at play that craft a society where people need to pay for sex and other need to sell it, and that the least we can do is allow those ensnared in this system the dignity to identify as professionals.
The Rave Mister (on my comments about prostitution)...stay tuned for my updated opinion.