Blessings, affirmations, grace, and reflection

If I must say so myself, I did an awesome job with this week's playlist. I love it! It is called the Bossy Chix Mix and features some of the bossiest broads in the bizness. Enjoy. Have fun this weekend! Note: scroll down the sidebar to stop music player before starting new player. Bossy Chix in the Mix via Webjay

I risked the potential hail of bullets and the threat of rainwater hitting freshly pressed tresses for these...ah, memories of sitting on the front steps with my friends as popsicle juice dripped down our arms and left us with orange, purple or red lips. Good times and the innocence of youth.

Something is going down! If we were in South Central L.A. today would be "just another day living in the 'hood just another day around the way." But today has been quite unusual. First situation...I stepped out of a building across from Grand Central Station this afternoon to find that 42nd Street from Lexington to Fifth was swarmed with police cars, lights and all. They were parked in formation on both sides of the street. There looked to be hundreds of them. Someone said that it was some sort of practice drill that they do ever so often but to be honest it kind of freaked me out. Now, here it is after midnight and the ghetto bird is swirling over our building. Like right on top of the building. I know when it gets hot folks don't know how to act but this is unusual activity. Edit: As it turns out the block was hot last night resulting in a shooting. That explains the ghetto bird. I will never understand why people have their little kids "hanging out...

Although this article was first published in April, I am just discovering it and does it explain so much in my life! Maybe not in those exact terms but pretty darned close. If you can identify with this cultural phenom raise your hand. Come on, don't be ashamed. Raise it high! Edit: And since La Saucy Dame claims she is taking a blog break she is emailing out the wazoo and posted this link. Can you pass? Post your score (if you aren't too embarrassed).

Wow, I'm really disappointed in the blogosphere for not supporting the film. Yes folks, it was a film and not a show. Hence the website title In any event, it was a positive piece. You have to keep in mind it was an indie short so it had that feel to it but the acting was decent, and the cinematography and production quality were good. The main thing that I would have to say they could have been improved upon was the writing. The writing needed to be a lot tighter than it was. The dialogue didn't always flow and the monologues tended to be a bit preachy or as one friend of mine put it "after-school special" like. I also thought a couple of scenes could have been directed differently, I can think of three scenes in particular that would have benefitted from being shot from different angles but hey, filmmaking is hard work and I take my hat off to them for getting this project from conception to exhibition. In any event it was entertaining and educational. Of...

Is it just me or is life relatively bland these days. Bland like a slice of wonder bread. Bland like the tuna casserole your coworker made for the department potluck. Blah! No matter what I do I come back to the land of blahs. Yeah its summer, yeah there are a million and one things to do in this city but whatever. I've got a serious case of the blahs. I think I need a longgggg vacation...away...from...here...Calgon, take me away!

He lurks and lingers hanging precariously to the edge of my mind sometimes I wonder if he were ever there at all then the words that stung like tiny bee stings play over and over in my mind his vicious words like a broken record warped and insistent play over and over lately I have learned to press the stop button and a new recording comes on the one where I am coddled instead of criticized but the voice of diablo tries to loud talk the other he wants to steal my soul and kill my spirit then I remember the tenderness of the other one's touch the way he stroked my hair the way he cuddled me the way he carefully chose his words so that I would not become any more damaged than I already was He treated me like a porcelain doll fragile and beautiful He gently held and caressed me until my spirit was soothed I felt safe in his arms I wanted to trust him completely and let go but the pain held me hostage then he was gone and all I was left with were his beautiful words his tender touch a...