Tell me about it...

Yes, it does say "out of serves. Courtesy of a eatery on Canal.

Indeed.

Last laugh.

If you are watching a talent show, what would you think if you saw this woman hit the stage?



Keep it real. You'd be ready to laugh...and you wouldn't be more wrong in this case. Just ask the judges on Britain's Got Talent.

Susan Boyle is proof positive that judging books by their covers are NEVER a good idea.

Susan Boyle on Britain Got Talent
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She is wonderful. I damn near teared up towards the end. God really gives the greatest gifts in unlikely packages.

You know you shut it down when Simon has nothing to say.

Lost and found(?)

Have you seen this man?

My Brooklyn brethen, have you run into him on the J train lately?

Maxwell is missing.

Well not quite, but he might as well have his face on a milk carton. I need new music to come from him like yesterday.

The buzz is that Black Summer's Night (the supposed title of the forever coming soon album) has been on the shelf for a few years because the record company was not feeling so called "homoerotic" material on the cd. Don't know if there is any truth to this (but at this point who freakin' cares?)



This is supposedly a clip from the album called "Pretty Wings." Listening to this is not helping the situation. Its like Oreos without milk. I need the whole package!

Maxwell, bring yo' ass back and make sure you have cuts like these on it:



Real talk. I play this damn song AT LEAST once a week. Why didn't I go to that damn concert when I had the chance?

eta: so apparently Black Summers Night will be divided in three albums...the first, "Black..." to be released this summer.

We shall see.

Know this...

I've never been the girl who goes to church every Sunday (I want to change this). I would like to find a Sierra Leonean church to attend. Looking back, I enjoyed them when I spent my summers in Boston.

I prefer contemporary Christian music to traditional gospel.

I say that to say this;

I am grateful for the sacrifice that was made to enable us to live our lives day to day.

Whether you attend church once a year (like many people are doing today) or three times a week, we should all know that Jesus rose all those years ago so we could rise to achieve whatever endeavor we set our hearts to.

Don't flop.

Bad broad- Grace Jones

"If you want a man, you GRAB HIM...AND TAKE HIM!"
"This....is the scent of a woman..."
"Pull up to my bumper baby, drive it in between."

As she is a slave to the rhythm, I am a slave to Grace Jones. Jamaican don(diva) dada. Original Queen Bitch. Genderfuck icon.

Grace is my first entry in my "thats a baaaaaad broad" series. I admit, she scared me as a child. Looking back though, I see how much a genius she was. In a industry where image can make people forget that you can't sing for shit, people forget that Grace can actually sing-- the image she crafted for herself was so striking at the time it was impossible to ignore.


I mean come on, who can pull this shit off even today? In 2009 its all about the pretty faces. I don't think society nowadays can appreciate a style like this.

Why is Grace Jones a baaaaad broad? Let me count the ways.

- Andy Warhol loved her ass (and he had a flair for icons)
- She once slapped a talk show host on live television because she felt like he was ignoring her
- She can get away with rubbing her panties in a dude's face (see "Boomerang")
- Flawlessly executed the genderfuck style

That is just stratching the surface...but here is more proof in case you needed it.


This is Grace...at 59 years old. 59.

So thank you Ms. Jones. Keep doin' what you been doin' for decades cause' these young chicks can't see you.

For your listening pleasure...

(Pretend to) Hear no evil...

Woman Suing MTA Over Rape Has Case Tossed

Maria Besadin Upset, Claims NYC Transit Workers Did Nothing To Stop Violent Attack On Queens Platform


Google "MTA RAPE CASE" and tons of articles will pop up...for you lazy ones, here is the gist of it.

Rapist meets woman on subway platform, rapist does what he knows. MTA workers hear it. MTA workers do nothing. Woman sues MTA. Idiot judge says "no bueno" and throws case out.

So apparently hearing a woman being brutally raped in your workplace is none of your concern.

Grand.

Just curious. What was going through the minds of those MTA workers when they were hearing the seductive pleas for help while being violated in the worst possible way?

Did they think a new Halloween movie was being shot?

Did they imagine the shrieks were from this woman:



(I *heard* she does dirty movies)


Or perhaps they weren't thinking. At all.

Fuckery.

I'm done

The road less travelled....

This loc journey has been something else.

I started locing a little over a year ago after years of fryin’, dyin’, shavin’, jheri curlin’ (don’t ask). I actually wanted to loc from 2006 (when I bc’d—chopped off my relaxed hair) but alas, the friendly skies were calling and they weren’t trying to hear about fuzzy starter locs.

Toward the end of my tenure in the sky I just said “fuck it” and started my journey. I didn’t really shop around (which in retrospect was dumb, but I digress). I just wanted them so bad.

So I got em’. And I loved having them.

But I just couldn’t shake this feeling that my parts were a little too big.

Here is one month into my journey:


Something just wasn’t right to me.

I ignored my feelings and the constant “your locs are too big.” Now I know what other people say shouldn’t matter, and that is definitely true. However, with any hairstyle…if you are not 100% in tune with her your hair, the unhappiness is going to eat at you. So while my hair may look like




I was feeling more like


Now don’t get it twisted. These locs are beautiful…for him…and that is the beauty of locs. For me though, it just didn't feel 100% right. When I finally mentioned my dissatisfaction with the size of my locks, my loctitian was offended. Hell, I could even say she threw me a little shade. It didn’t help that my locs up until that point were being maintained by latching. For those of you who don’t know, let me put you on to latching. Latching involves using a hook to “crochet” your locs into tightening. So while it may look neat, it leaves a knot at the top your loc.

Sorta like this:



Here is a closeup of my lovely illustration.



Two of my friends convinced me to see someone else. That I did, and it was a great decision. Haven’t heard from the latching lady since. I wish her the best, but her style of maintenance wasn’t for me, Now that that I was ready to switch to palmrolling, what was I gonna do about this…



Something had to be done. I was still holding on to the hope that my hair would get itself together as it grew longer, The truth of the matter however was that it was going to grow out exactly like this. So I made the decision to take my locs down. When you take locs down, you’re basically undoing them like braids. Thing is, the process takes at least three times as long. It took about 45 minutes for one of my locs to unravel. It was a tedious process (that gave me sore fingers) but it was worth it.



With the help of my Senegalese sistas to twist my hair up, I'm back in business. Some would call my situation a setback, but I think things are turning out just the way they should have.

This is my journey. My loc journey.

And I love it.