Thursday, April 27, 2006
Ramblings...
I wanna be a chef. Not an outstanding chef who works for an amazing restaurant that garners five stars. Just one that's good enough to look in the kitchen and whip up an amazing meal with lemons, mushrooms, and sour cream, which are things that are constantly in my fridge that always go bad.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Sweet & Sour
I've mentioned before that I believe in living life as fully as you can. I also believe in being grateful for biggest and smallest things in life. Therefore I've decided to periodically list ten things I am grateful for (Sweet). Alternately, since I am evil (only 30%), I'll go ahead a list ten things that drive me nuts (Sour). Here's the kicker: things that are on my Sweet list may end up on my Sour list and vice versa (I love that phrase). Some things I list only I will know what they are. Since I write this blog to throw it out to the universe, if it comes back then I'll be glad to indulge. So, if you happen to stumble across this and are a little more curious, then hit me up for further explanation. So, here we go in no particular order:
Sweet
1) Being able to listen to music at work; music feeds me, so the ability to have it already me at all times is phenomenal. I've had jobs before that I couldn't so I know the difference
2) Soap; self-explanatory
3) K3 & L-Boog; Everybody needs the ones I have
4) Orgasms; please, don't even ask
5) Sugarbear; to know that a life that actually walks on this earth started in your womb is proof God exists
6)Mute button; when you want to be rude, but you don't want it known
7) Mommy; mine is the one everyone wishes they had
8) My degrees; they get me to places I wouldn't have access to otherwise
9) Viola & Black; the very definition
10) Lemon-head & V-Rone; They gave me an anthem
Sour
1) Small office; what good is an office when you still have to whisper for fear of being heard
2) Liver; what the hell?
3) Alarm clocks; nothing to start your morning like a jarring sound that scares the shit out of you
4) My boss; just on this particular day
5) Stilettos; for ruining the concept of "flat is sexy"
6) My degrees; they prohibit me from going places I want to go
7) Bad sex; this should be an oxymoron
8) Stupidity; there is just no excuse
9) Uniforms; how are you going to express your individuality
10) Insecurity; it just brings about a myriad of other bad things
JustThrowingItOutToTheUniverse
Sweet
1) Being able to listen to music at work; music feeds me, so the ability to have it already me at all times is phenomenal. I've had jobs before that I couldn't so I know the difference
2) Soap; self-explanatory
3) K3 & L-Boog; Everybody needs the ones I have
4) Orgasms; please, don't even ask
5) Sugarbear; to know that a life that actually walks on this earth started in your womb is proof God exists
6)Mute button; when you want to be rude, but you don't want it known
7) Mommy; mine is the one everyone wishes they had
8) My degrees; they get me to places I wouldn't have access to otherwise
9) Viola & Black; the very definition
10) Lemon-head & V-Rone; They gave me an anthem
Sour
1) Small office; what good is an office when you still have to whisper for fear of being heard
2) Liver; what the hell?
3) Alarm clocks; nothing to start your morning like a jarring sound that scares the shit out of you
4) My boss; just on this particular day
5) Stilettos; for ruining the concept of "flat is sexy"
6) My degrees; they prohibit me from going places I want to go
7) Bad sex; this should be an oxymoron
8) Stupidity; there is just no excuse
9) Uniforms; how are you going to express your individuality
10) Insecurity; it just brings about a myriad of other bad things
JustThrowingItOutToTheUniverse
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Building My Own Sandcastles...
Have you ever noticed that oftentimes books that are turned into screenplays somehow don't quite capture the book? My favorite book of all time is Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston. I love this book and the author for a number of reasons, but they all combobulate into one mantra: Live life on your own terms. Anyway, I finally watched the made-for-tv movie starring Halle Berry.
I knew I was going to be quite critical of the movie before I even sat down to watch it. I discovered Their Eyes at least ten 10-12 years ago. Before I had a concept of self-assurance, empowered or even feminism, I knew this book spoke to me. I also knew that this book in some way shape or form had to be autobiographical because no author could breathe life into a character like Janie and not have experienced it.
The great thing about books is they give you a foundation that allows your imagination to truly create what you want your book to be. Your mind creates this story of ice cream and sandcastles and you get to determine what the exact shade of spearmint is.
In my mind, I had conjured up Janie and all of the relationships she had encountered on her journey of self-discovery. She was my own personal heroine when others around me were praising Jane Austen characters for their resolve to live life on their own terms.
Okay, so I prepare myself to be disappointed at Oprah’s attempt to once again enlighten the masses (another commentary coming soon, I assure you). I have nothing against Halle Berry. I think she has the potential to be an incredible actress if she’ll only completely surrender herself. She is just not my idea of Janie. Janie is soul of souls. She is beautiful, but it’s in a way that is unconventional so that it isn’t “Oh, she is so beautiful “. It’s more of the type of looks that make you stop and wonder why you can’t stop looking at this person.
Well, Halle did a pretty good job. However I am extremely disappointed at how the directors, producers, whoever, failed to truly capture the essence of Janie. Oprah described Their Eyes as her favorite love story. However, it’s more than that. Characters like Janie aren’t immortalized just because they are great reads. She is a heroine because Zora Neale recognized way back then that our souls often yearn for more than what we are often given. If we don’t give in to that yearning, it will only make us miserable and admonish those who do; not out of sense of level-headedness (is that a word), but out of envy.
Happiness, however you define it, is meant to be experienced. The true sense of happiness doesn’t leave you cold and wishing. It leaves you warm and fulfilled, grateful that you even had the opportunity to find it.
So to those who think that America is benefited by taking great literature and transforming it into the big screen, some people like sandcastles in just their own shade of spearmint.
I knew I was going to be quite critical of the movie before I even sat down to watch it. I discovered Their Eyes at least ten 10-12 years ago. Before I had a concept of self-assurance, empowered or even feminism, I knew this book spoke to me. I also knew that this book in some way shape or form had to be autobiographical because no author could breathe life into a character like Janie and not have experienced it.
The great thing about books is they give you a foundation that allows your imagination to truly create what you want your book to be. Your mind creates this story of ice cream and sandcastles and you get to determine what the exact shade of spearmint is.
In my mind, I had conjured up Janie and all of the relationships she had encountered on her journey of self-discovery. She was my own personal heroine when others around me were praising Jane Austen characters for their resolve to live life on their own terms.
Okay, so I prepare myself to be disappointed at Oprah’s attempt to once again enlighten the masses (another commentary coming soon, I assure you). I have nothing against Halle Berry. I think she has the potential to be an incredible actress if she’ll only completely surrender herself. She is just not my idea of Janie. Janie is soul of souls. She is beautiful, but it’s in a way that is unconventional so that it isn’t “Oh, she is so beautiful “. It’s more of the type of looks that make you stop and wonder why you can’t stop looking at this person.
Well, Halle did a pretty good job. However I am extremely disappointed at how the directors, producers, whoever, failed to truly capture the essence of Janie. Oprah described Their Eyes as her favorite love story. However, it’s more than that. Characters like Janie aren’t immortalized just because they are great reads. She is a heroine because Zora Neale recognized way back then that our souls often yearn for more than what we are often given. If we don’t give in to that yearning, it will only make us miserable and admonish those who do; not out of sense of level-headedness (is that a word), but out of envy.
Happiness, however you define it, is meant to be experienced. The true sense of happiness doesn’t leave you cold and wishing. It leaves you warm and fulfilled, grateful that you even had the opportunity to find it.
So to those who think that America is benefited by taking great literature and transforming it into the big screen, some people like sandcastles in just their own shade of spearmint.
Monday, April 17, 2006
It just pisses me off...
Does it ever piss you off when someone takes one snippet out of context? I left my commentary on a subject recently on a blog. Wellwhatdoyaknow? A person comes behind me and decides to comment on ONE aspect of my comment, totally neglecting to consider all the points I had listed before he went off on his f*cking self-righteous vent. Mr. Better Days, how in the fuck do you know if a person is happy being fat or not. Have you ever been fat? Have you ever known the joy of sitting before a plate of chili cheese fries and eating them with an abandon so reckless, an orgasm of multiple proportions could just exude from your body. Probably not, you're too fucking busy eating your damn watercress salad with balsamic vinegarette with a side of tofu; all the while criticizing the chick as the table next to you because she doesn't get the wheat toast instead of the regular white toast.
Some people have not been educated about the foods that are not the best for them. They only know what Momma puts on their plates every night after she has been working two jobs to barely get them what is on their plates. As a result, unless they learn otherwise, the grow up eating those same things. And No, the doctor didn't tell them the dangers of their diet. Do you know why Mr. "perpetuating the madness?" It's because she can't afford health insurance. And no she does not spend it all on getting her nails or her hair done or buying her child the latest sneakers. It's because she simply cannot afford the fucking insurance. I am sooo sick ofyou self-righteous muthafuckas who pass your judgements down on people (Cos, you too) and attribute it to internal factors. Sometimes, the shit is external locus of control.
JustThrowingItOutToTheUniverse
Some people have not been educated about the foods that are not the best for them. They only know what Momma puts on their plates every night after she has been working two jobs to barely get them what is on their plates. As a result, unless they learn otherwise, the grow up eating those same things. And No, the doctor didn't tell them the dangers of their diet. Do you know why Mr. "perpetuating the madness?" It's because she can't afford health insurance. And no she does not spend it all on getting her nails or her hair done or buying her child the latest sneakers. It's because she simply cannot afford the fucking insurance. I am sooo sick ofyou self-righteous muthafuckas who pass your judgements down on people (Cos, you too) and attribute it to internal factors. Sometimes, the shit is external locus of control.
JustThrowingItOutToTheUniverse
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I have been blessed...
Okay, one of my ABSOLUTE favorite blogs is Just Being Critical www.justbeingcritical.com These brothers speak to me in ways that I can't even begin to articulate. It's even a little frustrating because the shit I want to write about somehow appears on their blog. It's like the mofos are sitting in my brain. Well, it's been a really hectic couple of weeks for me, hence the lack of posts here on the blog. It's really my random thoughts so I'm not looking for an audience. If I get it, fine. If not, at least I'll have tangible proof of the innerworkings of my mind. Anyway back to the subject. I check my email and guess who has sent me an email. You guessed it, Mr. Critical himself. He even gave me a little praise on my little blog. How great is that!!!! So, anyway after almost two weeks of not posting, this is how I bring myself back to the world.
Anyway, keep doing your thing fellas. The world is waiting...One criticism at a time.
JustThrowingItOutToTheUniverse
Anyway, keep doing your thing fellas. The world is waiting...One criticism at a time.
JustThrowingItOutToTheUniverse
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