if you're anything like me, you've been watching 'man vs. wild' on the discovery channel for the past several years not for the survival techniques, but because what you really want to see is the crazy shit that this dude will do & eat next.
ok the fish was nasty (i eat sushi just like the next guy) but camel nearly killed it for me:
UGHHHHHHH!
no lie, dude: after i saw this one i went straight to the bathroom and completely lost my appetizer from chili's.
how does his wife kiss him after that one? ewwww....
for some reason i woke up this morning with this song playing in the back of my head. i don't know if it's just me feeling blue, or friday nostalgia, or what...
either way, i remember i heard the album version of this song back in high school and hated it and then heard the live version and found it so emotionally touching and so beautiful that i (nor anyone else that i know of) ever played the album version again. i also remember that this song was playing on the radio when i got news that one of my friends had died of leukemia.
p.s - r&b just don't sound this good anymore, does it? dalvin on drums, devante (sexy!) on the piano, man...k-ci and jojo was sangin' their hearts out on this song...
What have you lost that you wish you still had?
Submitted by gunderson bee.
all of my old g.i joe action figures. my commodore-64 computer. my first VHS. the polaroid camera i got for my 12th birthday. all of these things would probably be worth quite a bit of money now.
(sigh)
this video makes my day!
when i first heard it i was like "oh hell naw! who told snoop he could sing?!" but after seeing the video i have to admit that the purple rain, rick james-in-the-early-80s vibe has kinda grown on me. i still wouldn't buy a snoop dogg record to save my life but "sensual seduction" is mad cool. in a grown-and-sexy kind of way, that is...
p.s - my students informed me today that the true name of the song isn't "sensual seduction" but "sexual eruption." oookkkkayyy....
my, how i love Kate Nash...
and it's not just because the trendy shitheads at MTV have finally caught onto the fact that brit pop is FAR superior to the U.S version, it's b/c she actually finds something worthwhile to sing about for a change in a refreshing way...
i love "foundations":
and "mouthwash":
i'll probably buy the CD tomorrow, as i didn't have time today and it just came out.
p.s - the cockney accent doesn't hurt either. i love brits! ~
ah, what the hell. i DO make new year's resolutions...
it's something about writing it down and actually giving voice to what you want to change in the next year that i think helps to make it all the more better and more attainable. and i've got my testimonials to back it up. some of my past resolutions have been:
- recycle EVERYTHING i can. make the planet a better place. i'm still tossing my soda bottles and plastics to this day. even jordan grabs empty water bottles everywhere: ("ova here, mommy?")
- reading the book before i see the movie. still my Bible today. i insisted on getting through "i am legend" before watching it on the big screen this past week. pretty good movie, btw.
- organize myself. hence my moleskine obsession...
anyway, this year's resolutions:
- curb spending. not all of it, but a lot. cut down on makeup shopping, handbag raids. unless it's for my ebay empire, of course.
- continue to work out regularly. i've got a good 3-times-a-week regimen going now, why stop? i've get the weight-loss and toning results i want and it serves as weekly relaxation.
- write more, and OFTEN. still working on this.
- tell my son i love him EVERYDAY. and although i do tell him i love him i realize that sometimes i get so pressed for time and so busy and wrapped up in the travails of my own heart that i don't get to tell him that i love him more than life itself.
so here's to myself, in 2008. yay!!
(no, really. he isn't. not at my house.)
jordan is 3 years old this christmas and his father and live in a santa claus-less home. there are no santa books or movies at our house. we don't talk about santa, make threats about santa ("that's why santa ain't gonna bring you nothing for christmas!"), nor has he ever seen a wrapped gift with an image of santa on it. and even though we DO have a christmas tree, there are no ornaments or decorations with santa on them.
as a child i believed in santa. ma and pa dukes talked all about reindeer and fat guys and chimneys and the dangers of being up past midnight and catching a glimpse of santa. my parents even went as far as putting out a bowl of sugar on christmas eve night to perpetrate the hoax. on christmas my sister and i would be shocked and amazed to discover that the bowl would be empty, with traces of the sugar stuck to the sides. then a couple of years later the inquistive side of me began to ask probing questions. why is santa always white? how does he deliver all of those gifts all over the world in a 12-hour period? how does he fit down a chimney anyway? and how the hell does he deliver gifts in apartments? in the projects? does he have a secret key to them or something?
i would discover later that i was duped. i remember what a terrible feeling it was. why did my parents have to lie about santa? and about something so silly and stupid?
fast forward to 20 years later and current days, and to my life now as a parent. my son will be told, in the most gentle way possible, the truth about everything in age-appropriate details. case in point: jordan asked me over the summer why when it was raining it made a scary sound. immediately i thought, well, i could tell him all about clouds crashing together and electrons and stuff but it wouldn't be age-appropriate or i could tell him what i told him, that God has to water His grass and His trees and lakes so that we can get water to drink and sometimes He makes a lot of noise. simply stated, he's now no longer screaming at thunderstorms...
bottom line: kids should be told the truth. of course the santa myth still threatens to rear its ugly head when he comes home from school singing "santa claus is coming to town" but i don't say anything and let him sing. i figure he's probably so young anyway the words could very well be "spiderman is coming to town" and he wouldn't know the difference. but when the time comes and he asks me is santa real i'll tell him that he's not, that his parents work really hard to provide him with nice things, and that christmas is about something a lot deeper than gifts and some fat bald guy anyway. i'll also tell him not to tell his friends yet, that they live in boxes and aren't ready to be unplugged from the Matrix...
(*wink*)
typical school day, afternoon. december. 1:30. 3rd block. sitting in our seats copying the day's notes. waiting for the bell to ring.
him: ms. washington?!
me: what?
him: have you ever heard of the LD?
me: naw. what's that craig?
him: the Local Dummy.
me: well i've never heard of the LD but i have heard of the VI.
him (confused): what's the VI?
me: the Village Idiot!
[class explodes into laughter. craig shakes head, still terribly confused. ]
ready for the world - oh sheila (1985)
funny shit:
- the monologue at the beginning w/ the british accent: nigga please! ready for the world was from flint, michigan!
- the body pump at about 2:34 (ah! ah! ah!)
- jheri curls? righteous!
gotta love 80's r&b though, right? :)
well, if you haven't been keeping track, you would know that i've recently become an aunt for the first time. over thanksgiving holiday we went down to visit her and my sister and both were doing well and resting comfortably. she's three weeks old and she sleeps much of the daylight hours but spent most of her time in the evenings looking around and keeping everyone amused.
anywho this month brings no new news really. i still have no peace at my job. it's cold here. i still haven't wrote in my paper journal for months. about the only thing i find morning comfort in is the mascara i put on (lash blast, which is bloody fine) and a cup of dunkin donuts coffee. my birthday's tomorrow. i'll be 29. another year older. next year i'll be 30. at that time i'll be somewhere peacefully dying of a cardiac arrest, wondering how the hell i made it that far. just as short as 5 years ago i was convinced each of my days were numbered, kinda like the expiration date on a carton of milk. i've since gotten over my fear of my life being "over" (haha!), only to arrive to the point where i am now---trying to figure out what to buy jordan for christmas and plucking out the gray hairs that seem to come ever-so-frequently now. life is like this, i guess. flat. or maybe i've just hit a plateau. fark.
i'll post again tomorrow. it'll be my birthday, after all.
(x-posted from tygress.net, 11/28/07)
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