audio

you heard him on ye's paranoid...but mr. hudson just wants you to dream.

i said yes.

because, well, none of your business why.

i try to be a cynic...

but i really love the holidays. love making fun of my fat republican cousin, marie's ability to see through every layer of clothing me or my sister have on, everything daija says and does, gigi asking what righteous means and me leaving a picture of this watch on my parents' bed.

happy black friday! (now don't ky yourself)

..and yes, 'ky yourself' - i'm starting to like the redundancy

while the rbgs are out snaggin hp desktops from wal-mart for a cool 4 stacks, i'm at the office (yes, can you believe it?), post burgers with my team.

in perusing the news via bloomberg, i stumble upon this:
stampede

.....what's a black friday without a war casualty or 2? a mess.

lboogie needs this dress

yesterday.

on thanksgiving

i am thankful for the dead mouse under my grandma's chair that caused three grown women and a teenage girl to yelp, and hoop, and holler, and cringe, and call the Lord's name, and sweat, and shiver, and laugh like there was no tomorrow.

fat shout to the thomases, the loves, and the williamses.

black ass parents cont'd.

jammed to this in my car like a madwoman today. you might remember "wheels on the bus." i remember "you called & told me." shiet, mane!



i'm rockin' the vintage halle hair this weekend.

give thanks.

for the little things.

Dear Mr. Mayor:

Is the utterly inhumane and inconveniently located M60 honestly the only way to LaGuardia via pub transpo???

Kindly yours,
ApalledInAstoria

thanksgiving in miami.

TV:


marie: is that the new Usher? (pronounced oosher)

nene: lord

lboogie 4:00 GMT 11:00 EST: "damn bleezy, i can't believe you're like, married"

bleez: (exhales) ".... i knoooooow"

:pause:

:hysterical laughter:

eye candy in celebration of the shackles --

alright. i thought i'd had enough.

then today, she decided to wear these ....

can we get this into my house?

jackson pollock, MoMA, lupe, via vashtie's.

hey AN!

i dare you to blast this at work.

for that nigga out in cali

what a banger.

hahahah

this one melted my black heart. for true.

furthermore--"don't get too close to my man."

...but she ain't even kiddin.

kindred spirits

“I really have a good attitude about tattooing. When I first got one, two years ago, I was like, ‘I’m not going to overthink this or what it means, or what it’s going to be like when I’m 80. I want to get tattooed today, and in five weeks, I’ll get a SpongeBob tattoo.’ Will I regret it someday? I don’t know, but I’m not going to deny myself this pleasure today because of what I don’t know in the future.”

- Marc Jacobs, Rolling Stone

bitch!

you

better

GO!

lauryn's next. followed by amy. then we'll all be on the right track.
i just know it.

all the single ladies...

who would you let "light your fireplace"

malcolm sex or green eyes??

exactly how Over beyonce am i?!

ENOUGH NOW!

for colored girls who have considered suicide....

when the babyhair is enuff.

a top weekend

after a most stressful week, i was happy to step into the dark of night and into the 'gall thursday to check the work of norman jean roy in his traffik, a compilation of photos from his trip to cambodia

a bit of a challenge to appreciate every piece with this crowd

superstardom

@ milk gallery. meatpacking

Their Royal Highness

theodora and alexandra richards

Super Sweet Sixteen!

Ever the charitable deity, Madonna made her big sixteenth bday bash an occasion to debut Gucci's new Tattoo Hearts line, with proceeds going to UNICEF.

Best news all year!

MJ UPDATE!!!

Greatest Talent of Our Time Michael "Mikaael" Jackson has recently converted to Islam! Rumor has it Al Qaeda is thrilled - as am I!

Though only recently an official convert, MJ has been rocking fierce Muslim garb for a while. Above he is pictured years ago in a women's abaya on a stroll with Blanket in Bahrain.

The King of Pop was living in Bahrain at the time at the behest of his then-friend, a Prince. That friendship is no longer, and like most of Jackson's acquaintances, the Bahraini royal recently sued MJ for $7m, a dispute that was just settled out of court.

Stay sharp

Sarti's been giving us lots to love lately, with plenty of new street highstyle from recent travels to Moscow, Rio, Paris, New York & more! Here's a small taste:





Don't miss out: thesartorialist.blogspot.com.

Get the new new look!

I peeped this heaping slice of babygirl perfection at an Obama rally in Cincinnati a minute back... y'all know I can't resist a bg with a bag of Cheetos!

last night i dreamt

my jade had reached the sky only to come into the office this morning and find she was
D-R-Y
forgot to water her before the weekend
this kitty was in my dream, too

feeling fucked up

Lord she’s gone done left me done packed / up and split
and I with no way to make her
come back and everywhere the world is bare
bright bone white crystal sand glistens
dope death dead dying and jiving drove
her away made her take her laughter and her smiles
and her softness and her midnight sighs—
Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky
fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds
and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth
fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and
democracy and communism fuck smack and pot
and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck
god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon
and malcolm fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck
the whole muthafucking thing
all i want now is my woman back
so my soul can sing

etheridge knight.

WWW ushers in the holidays

if this white woman don't tug at your heart strings...

after all the drinks
the laughs
the car rides
the dancing
the stumbling
the oblivion
the flirting
the number exchanges
the drunk texting
the satisfaction with yourself and others
you get to a place
maybe it's called your home
where still
you're the only person
in the party.

i'm not sure if i'm still respected...

kill, your, fucking, self.

i've never been more upset.

i wanna be an icon next halloween.

i decided

you are the one for me.

not grocery shopping

really wish you could see this rain. sometimes. in london. it's like ... umbrellas are funny. and too small no matter how big. and when the wet and the cold get into your bones you just wish the world would swallow you from the inside. because at least it's hot in there. and you think That is what it will take to ever make you dry and warm again. the drops are sheets, can't find the direction, and when the wind starts blowing, and you put on your tough face, somehow it's making you better! convince yourself you're grinding, there is no other option, but to keep moving forward, knowing damn well that any sane person would just choose, right on that spot, to melt.

see i know my destination, but i'm just not there

gmail from bleezyf, 11.22.08, 4:07 pm EST:

u will truly love it here. i've already picked out the perfect person for you to fall in love with - and he is already in love with you ;)

ill leave u curious and call u soon!

xxxx

zoe goes hard

i know, i know

you're probably wondering how many mk&A posts i can periodically pull up out of my ass

eighty-five fucking billion. i can not get enough of this, nor do i get it anywhere else! babygirls, i like yo style:
i like the chunky loubs that are always 1/2 size too big, the spin-on-a-classic open toe boots, i love the unnecessary vintage sequined jacket, the somehow-never-smutty short leather skirt and the oversize belted shirt just. fucking. does it for me. you're never matchy-matchy. you never leave me bored. your labels never scream at me. and i'll say it... I DONT EVEN MIND YOUR FUR.

not sure if i'm late...

Odds are... probably. i'm usually late.

but i've just found out NY Magazine has a fashion blog. aside from the worry that too much of my life is being spent inside the internet, aside from the fact that i have no idea who either of these white women are, i find this shit pretty funny:

-------------

"It starts out fine -- odd, a bit dishwater-colored maybe, but unremarkable either way. And then...

Please understand, I stared at this photo for twenty minutes trying to figure out what the hell is happening here. It seemed like a transparent sheath over some kind of flesh-toned unitard from hell, the likes of which I'd expect to see on a Cirque du Soleil acrobat, or one of the Whos down in Whoville, maybe. I gazed and I frowned and waxcrangled and blowned. And finally, RIGHT as I was about to type a lengthy bewailing of the noxious bodystocking, my eyes clicked into gear and I realized the illusion of a crotch under there actually comes from those lacy details that are sewn up the middle of the dress. So, on the pro side, Jenny Lewis is unlikely to hoist herself up by the seat of her pants and take leave of this place through a hole in the sky without leaving a trace, a la The Lorax, but on the con side, her moneymaker appears to be barfing ruffles. In all, still a tragedy, I think."

---

"Oh, Spencer Grammer. I love Greek. I like you. I like you on Greek... But what I do not like are these shorts:

They are very short. And the they are very ruffled. And sometimes, when Very Short shorts and Very Ruffled shorts love each other very much, they make a baby. And that baby is named These Short Ruffled Shorts Awkwardly Resemble A Skirt That's Being Eaten By Your Crotch. And girl, you are SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT."

Lifted in its entirety from Go Fug Yourself, NY Magazine's (un)fashion blog.

the babygirls are going to Sidwell Friends!

that makes my heart warm. i've had many a DC-native friend attend this school. (jamel, modi, and some others i can't remember right now.) i do miss you, DC.

woot woot for malia and sasha!

i'm in a relationship.

and really happy!

Madam Secretary

After about two weeks of daily press speculation and plot twists only worthy of the ongoing Obama-Clinton opera, Obama aides have confirmed that President-elect Obama will name HRC his SoS. And with prominent Republicans like Sen. John Kyl and former Sec. Henry Kissinger saying she's a good choice, it's likely she'll have a smooth confirmation. From Politico:

President-elect Barack Obama is "on track" to name Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton (D-N.Y.) as his secretary of state shortly after Thanksgiving, two senior Obama aides said.

Financial disclosure issues have been worked out, aides said.

The officials said they expect her to accept. Clinton aides had no comment.

The choice unites the two rivals in the most protracted presidential primary in American history, giving Obama the Team of Rivals Cabinet he had promised.

Former President Bill Clinton authorized unprecedented disclosures about his finances to Obama's vetting team, and transition lawyers are satisfied, officials said.

this babygirl can DANCE

up at 4:27 am...

"Some nights alone he thinks of her. And some nights alone... she thinks of him. Some nights these thoughts occur at the same moment and Ray and Mirabelle are connected without ever knowing it. But Mirabelle, now feeling the warmth of her first reciprocal love has broken away from him. And as Jeremy offers her more of his heart, Mirabelle offers equal parts of herself in return. One night, sooner than she would have liked which made it irresistible, they make love for the second time in 14 months. At this point, Jeremy surpasses Ray Porter as a lover of Mirabelle because what he offers her... is tender... and true."

it was worth it.

Shopgirl is my new favorite movie. ever. in life.

shit straight like '88

owned everything here at one point:




my mother wants a Wii for christmas.
orange guns pointed at pixelated ducks on the screen used to be more than enough.
i can't.

i got some black ass parents

when this song came on in santos friday night, le and i looked at each other and belted out every. last. lyric. shameless and happy we were-- along with the other 3,000 ppl packed into that factory i just love.

fat shout to momma b, CC, and block parties!

babygirls rule the fucking world.



chad, i know you're out there. this totally shlda made the playlist!

if i were a boy

she's running my security.

Dear Babygirls,

Are you happy now?

Delores, do pay attention to the time stamp on these posts.
Do not call from harper's or bbm me before 12.


Love,
Kwaneishia

p.s. don't worry i can't either.

tell marie i love her.

"If I was playing and it was about to rain, everybody [would] be like, ‘I’m out,’ but I [would] continue to shoot. I guess that makes my jump shot wet."

@ 2:22 pm yesterday:
i love it. sexy ;-)

RE: it's a recession, man.....

OMG The Jeans Store

Main Office

428 Broadway, between Canal & Howard ( 212) 274-9585

"We have a jeans for every story, come in and find out which story is yours."

Who We Are:
OMG = Oh My God.
Founded AT 1985.

Our Goal:
To give you the best price possible.

Policy:
Refunds / Exchange are given within 30 days of purchase, with receipt only.
We accept cash and major credit cards.
You can't exchange open underwear

how many violations can you spot???

i'd say at LEAST 210.

Don't worry, I never cared what you thought.

I always heard that suicide was a coward's act. But I disagree. I find immense courage in refusing to live a life you don’t enjoy, and the greatest courage in giving up a sure thing for the life of your dreams. No, you see, cowardice is living a life you hate and being too scared to either change it or end it. My friends and I reference suicide at least 8 times a day. For me, it’s because I am unhappy with my love life, my professional life and the effect that unhappiness has on my friendships. But the reality is, I’m too scared. No not of death, that’s too human. I fear ending it all because I have to be at work at 6:30, have an interview at 10, have a rough draft due by 5. I wake up every morning and stare a life I hate directly in the face. A life I don’t hate enough to end and am too scared of being hated to change. Every task I complete, I complete with a grimace and mutter while listing the number of other things I’d rather be doing. I interview for jobs I don’t want, and chase after men who don’t love. I take three hour naps so I won’t realize how lonely I am. Cowardly. It’d be braver to either never wake up again or stay up all night attempting to resuscitate my dreams. I will do neither; the former too permanent, the latter too exhausting. Four years of love and nothing to show for it... Too cowardly to end it all and too chicken to say once and for all that I truly believe I was meant to spend the rest of my life, with him. We’re too selfish to admit the courage it takes to choose liberty or death because all we want to do is live safely tucked in between the two. So whoever was asking about me, no, I didn’t die. I have to catch a flight Tuesday morning.

helping honey out

so i've been tirelessly working on a marketing project that requires the feedback, thoughts and ideas of young righteous babygirls such as yourselves. please hit up the link below (only read through the fancy email if you must) and showcase your knowledge / speculations / stereotypes of the cities of the world!!!!!!!

---

Dear all,

I am writing from The Communication Group plc, an independent PR consultancy, about a report that we are publishing entitled Cities: Secrets of a Winning Destination. The report will be launched at an international destination summit in London, March, 2009.

From our work with global destinations, we believe cities have the power to be super brands of the 21st century. In addition to bringing together best in class case studies, city developments and representatives, we would also appreciate the opinions of those who visit, work and reside in them.

We would be very grateful if you would take a few minutes to respond to the following questionnaire. Try to respond based on cities around the world, thinking outside of those with which you are most familiar.

Cities Questionnaire
Many thanks for your contribution!

blake
Corporate Affairs PracticeTel: 020 7630 1411Fax: 020 7233 5889Email: bscotland@thecommunicationgroup.co.uk Web: http://www.thecommunicationgroup.co.uk/

it's a recession, man...

i just gave my number to a guy on the train.
who had gold fangs.
and long hair.
long hair which he combed while conversing with me.
and who also "models"
and aspires to be an actor
but recently got laid off at OMG bc of job cuts.
and is 20.
and wrote my number on a notepad.

(but he was nice tho?)

i mean, i cldn't not tell y'all!

ugh. SAVE ME.

haute couture

or something like that

'yo dad!'
'yo!'
'what's up?!'

'not much. how are you?'

'fine - great! just finishing up a paper, heading out to dinner with friends.'

'oh nice, where are you going?'

'charlotte's cooking'

...

'i just want you to think about - you've said many things in the past, like why do you have to learn everything the hard way and about dreading unforseen and unavoidable confrontation. ....... holding you back.'

'i know there's something. but ... '

'it is uncomfortable, but will allow you the freedom ...'

'i know.'

'there are just people with this heightened sensitivity, emotional intelligence. there may be things that you picked up on, felt, experienced.'

'but no one's parents are perfect! i had everything. everything i needed.'

'it's not only that. your genetics. your mind. you experienced things in a different way. i know i grew up constantly in fear ...'

'well, i did too.'

'yes. yes you did.'

'maybe i'm just so used to this that i don't know any other way... .......

or go young like most of the others ... usually from substance abuse.'

'yes.'

-----

'maybe you don't love me anymore and you're just looking for a way out.'

' '

'thats it, isn't it?'

'i used to be happy. i'm not happy now. this face i'm making, i didn't even used to have this face.'

'well we're trying to fight through it.'

'can't you see that i'm trying?'

'so what now?'

a scary glimpse of the past

rih rih DON'T need a lacefront.

this white woman knows how to party

dear babygirl,

please don't do that on facebook.

love,
andre and lboogie

i don't know, bleezy

this is looking like White Woman of the YEAR to me.

Secretary Clinton?

president-elect barack obama met in secret with senator hillary clinton late yesterday in chicago, sparking a firestorm of press speculation that he was considering appointing clinton his secretary of state. other speculation has it that the two met to more broadly discuss what role clinton might play in an obama administration, including the possibility of a leading role in obama's health care reform efforts - a role she played in her husband's white house and the issue nearest to her political heart.

supposedly, several of obama's advisers are pushing for clinton for the coveted role (john kerry and bill richardson have also been mentioned as potential appointees), and the choice to fully embrace his former rival would mesh with comments obama has made in the past about surrounding himself with differing points of view.

personally, i think a Secretary of State Clinton would be epic - obvi!

so yall went out and didn't call me?

hot stepping in london last night

happy friday!

have a great weekend, babygirls!

thx, phyll!

must be something in the air

i really am a Rottweiler kind of girl.
shit ... this might as well have been me:

but lately, more and more, i find myself wanting one of these...

WWW

Just Dance.

not art

you need approximately 3,226 more people.

group prayer time!

Dear Lord,

Please let this not really be the cover of Whitney's new album.

Forever yours,
the Babygirls

via ybf.

i cld get with this:

if these two were what came of the union:

And of course...

Lindsay Lohan in December's Bazaar, photographed by Terry Richardson.

Easybreezybeautiful

Jennifer Aniston in December's Vogue, photographed by Craig McDean.

Out now.

Introducing

for the lovely ms e. badu

yes ... for your headphones too.

Boxing Kitten
brought to you by the lovely ms Maya lake

http://boxingkitten.com

Just lovely!

Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton was honored as one of Glamour magazine's Women of the Year last night in NYC. The Senator wore Isaac Mizrahi and is pictured here with America Ferrera, former National Co-Chairwoman of "HillBlazers," Clinton's youth outreach effort during the 2008 presidential primary.

somehow it all just works

[click to enlarge]

gwyn dares & bares in antonio berardi, and i'm lovin' it.

congratulations all around

as the bushes welcomed the obamas for a tour of their new home, barack obama wasn't the only prez making history. george w. bush is now the most unpopular president in opinion polling history.

something about everything black

princess babygirl

halle and nahla

the sun is rising

"the trip itself was great. so weird to be back really, it had been so long. the whole thing was a swirl of cocktail parties and nightclubs i'm still dizzy. it was really bittersweet...francesco is wonderful, but he is just so far away. he's thinking about moving here for a year while i work on my music career, but we'll see if he actually does that. god bless him but he's an old man and he likes weekending in milan too much. if he decides not to come here for a while, we're going to see other people. it's just not the right time for us. he's in a different stage of his life (he's 29); he likes to drink wine and listen to wagner and play his grand piano. when i'm with him, i get away from myself a little bit and the weekend made me see that even though i love being with him, his life doesn't match the one i'm building for myself. in 5 years, maybe...but i have a lot of things to do before he steals me away to his castle. sigh, he is so beautiful though and i could listen to him play simon and garfunkel or do woodie guthrie impressions all day, i could. he is this kind, gentle soul in a world full of much stronger personalities."
-via email, 11.6.2008, re: london, from liliAna

"you must understand that love never keeps a man from pursuing his Personal Legend. if he abandons that pursuit, it's because it wasn't true love...the love that speaks the Language of the World. if what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. and one can always come back. if what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you will find nothing on your return." -the alchemist

i'm getting there.

loveless.

watching roy jones jr. bleeding from the side of his head.

1) disappointed that i could bring myself to blog on this and not on the most politically monumental moment of my life

2) genuinely nauseous at the sight of it

3) smelling the fries and spring rolls cooking in the oven

4) while at 5:25 am, glenn and diane are asleep upstairs ...

which 5) btw - is maad awkward when you're living with a guy!

6) as roy jones' eye is saturated. red. and this cheeky british cunt is smiling and dancing in the ring.roy, just knock him out.

and if by chance you don't


my president ...........

my favorite babygirl in the world

mike parker as weezy.

:DIES:

ain't that right, boo?

tru!

freakum dress!

B wasn't playin around at the mtv europe music awards - both arriving and performing in techno-couture frocks by british design wunderkind gareth pugh. love it, B!

"and they give you no discount!"

amaris and i have abt 3 videos packed away in our mini-series arsenal. coupla posts ago it was mexican dinner shambles. now, here we are in miami. drunk. shopping in nine west. slash terrorizing their inventory. vogue-ing. spilling cranberries and vodka everywhere. not giving a damn. u know-righteous shit like that.

obsessed with my boss

boogie: i'm going to kill myself
boss: yeh, that's on my to-do list as well

empl#1: do you think we cld have this by end-of-day?
boss: um, im gonna go ahead and say that that's pretty aggressive.

boss to boogie: look out for me today. i'm on suicide watch.

i. just. love. her.

what a bad bitch

i'm feelin' everything abt her.

i like you, kanye

...but i like alexis more.

beyoncé's black?

on upcoming film possibilities:
"What would be better than Wonder Woman? It would be great. And it would be a very bold choice. A black Wonder Woman would be a powerful thing. It's time for that, right?"

who knew?

someone get this man

and bring him up to my belly

ok, chad.

I SPIT THAT WONDERAMA SHIT
ME AND MY CONGLOMERATE

cmonn, mannnnnnnnn!
i was reading this just yesterday. crazy timing.

banger tho, for real--

Jay Electronica. Just Blaze. Exhibit A.

thx for sending.

you worry 'bout the wrong things

'cause i ca' make it good
i ca' make it hood
i ca' make you come
i ca' make you go
i ca' make it high
i ca' make it fly
make you touch the sky
hey, maybe so.

for real, tho. click here, pls

andy hearts nene!

a man after our own hearts, anderson cooper exclaimed his love for real housewives' nene on tuesday's episode of ellen. his mispronunciation of her name causes me to question his sincerity, but nene responded with appreciation.

history, via txt

andre: I was holdin an obama sign out in the cold this morn! You'd be so proud.
wifey: I AM so proud.
andre: And my mom told me that diddy, mary j and jov are in the nasty nati today for the election!

(lorna worked on obama campaign in missouri)
andre: Lo it's richard! I'm in manch and we miss you! I know you gonna bring home the MO!
lorna: Fo sho bitches! I love that you are in manchganistan right now.

(arielle worked on jill long thompson's campaign for governor of indiana)
andre: Best of luck babygirl! You almost there! Miss you.
arielle: Miss you too. Thanks for message. I'm fucking exhausted.

jules: I mean it best be victory tomorrow! I can't imagine if McCain wins...
andre: Oh don't worry girl i'm on it! I'm in new hampsh makin sure we pick up an extra four electoral votes!
jules: Did you vote yet? How are the polls looking?
andre: I voted early in ohio. Haven't really seen any polls but we gonna win!

melissa: This bitch puttin' repub signs right in front of all jeannies, you know when she walk away I'm bout to put jeannies back in front!

[pixmsg]

andre: Happy E Day!
wifey: DIES!! Just voted with momma b! You're amazing.

jen: Are you like dyyyyying right now??????? I have truly lost my mind I am soooo excited
andre: I knowww!! Like is this real?


(amy worked on mark begich's campaign for senate in alaska)
andretoamy: Babygirl we're literally calling wasilla from manch!!!

andre: PA and NH!!!
wifey: OHIOOOOOOOOO
andre: Ok?!? My whole fam voted for him! Grands excluded obv.
wifey: Lolol

andre: Come onnnnn, ohia!!!!!
abby: Hahah Ohia will pull through I just know it!

melissa: Yessss! Kay Hagan straight dominatinggg!!!!!!
melissa: OHIO went to OBAMA!!! Yessss Ted Strickland!!!!!

andre: Too good to be true! Oh, pa, nh AND liddy dole outta here!!!
momma: And sununu done OUSTED
andre: Yes I'm at shaheens party in manch right now i love her!


andre: Babygirl i'm in NH at the dem victory party! sooo excited about shaheen! and our new prez of course!
watts: Yes we are! I miss you

andre: This hilarious woman here just described the big victory by screaming, "we just rejoined the human race!"
wifey: Hahahahaa ahhhhh! We EACH have to do a post

jules: What wonderful news! Rich I am so happy!
andre: I knowwww!!! It's bananas!
jules: Florida now too! Landslide!

andretomadd: Fucking prop 8!!!

andre: Were your babies excited about obama??
abby: Oh yeah!!!
momma: Oh honey. One of the greatest events I've lived through.

andre: Hey mare! On way back to ny from new hampsh. So fun we have a new prez and glam first lady right?!
murr: I KNOW I AM ACTUALLY PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN. Loved her outfit!

meet my first lady

she's a righteous black woman from southside chicago who went to harvard law and wears not-even-in-stores-yet narciso rodriguez.

"obama's schedule includes a stop in indianapolis before

he returns to chi town, where he plans to play basketball [with amaris, a righteous babygirl]"




"after an easy win for amaris, he'll be at revolution books with her to watch election results in chelsea. he loves it over there"

via cnn. promise

2 entendre

sometimes, when you get real hungry, you just gotta go to bed.

the true new yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.

.john updike

pop quiz

what's your favorite movie and/or body part?

answer: ylleb, DUH!

via jay-mizzle

i only blog when im pissed or in love.

today. i'm both.

pissed first:
in poor taste, kelly shared a story abt her 7 year old lola who was learning abt the election in school. lola told her mom that the elephant stands for the republicans and the donkey stands for the "Dominicans"

"she was close," regis responded with a chuckle.

(visit tmz.com for tomfoolery on live w regis and kelly)

in love:

'blake, this is called a rave'

we'd been talking about going out saturday night. threw some ideas around. he said a place called Scala. had a slice of pizza. met up with some friends. parked the car, got on line and waited.
and waited.

From the outside it looks as if New York City Hall has turned itself into a nightclub. A massive victorian building with a line streaming from the entrance all the way down the street. Approaching the door, the early police presence is intimidating. i put on my most sober face. Let through the doors. No one asks for ID, but at two rectangular folding tables with metal detectors and paper plates on them i'm told to empty my pockets. i reach into the North Face and comply. Pull out the keys, cards, gum, cell, hold out my arms. we are patted down, swiped - to the point of almost strip searched. "What's that!?" there's still a soft bulge in my pocket. "I had a bra on, but i took it off ..." laughter. finally allowed through.

From the entry stairs we can hear the thumping of music, open the double doors and enter this club. The loudest bass I have ever heard, vibrating in my chest, shaking my body from the inside out, funky house, dj on the mic, hundreds of people completely lost in their own private reprieve.
An alcohol induced haze - the surreal surroundings. i hear "let's go". im Confused - we leave the room, up a narrow set of winding limestone stairs, at the next set of double doors the barely audible fiant thumping from the hall, open the doors to a completely new club, different dj, different faces - the same electric current. same indescribable sounds. four stories of rooms ...

drinks are spiked. our hands clammy. pupils dilated. i love everyone. more than i have ever had the capacity to love. i am flooded, overwhelmed with feelings of appreciation. "This is the kind that makes you want to tell everyone how much you love them ..." Laughter. "i look like a reptile! ... " Laughter.

Rooms upon rooms of warm, sweaty, energised people, all kinds of people, the diversity, the vibrance, the old building makes me feel like I am somewhere undiscovered. Somewhere no one has ever been before. you can't hear the music from outside the rooms. completely soundproof. no one knows that we are here ........... it's 6 am and no one even knows we are here ......

the following has been wholly and completely jacked from dctobc.com. i mean, verbatim. amaris sent it to me while i was at work one day, and it just smacked me in ways that were so ironic, hilarious, and alarming. we're all guilty. you know it's true.

props to you modi. i rarely hate you and mostly love you. i mean, look at what a G you are:

you got amaris draped around your neck like a cuban link.

anyway...your post is bomb:

"e-game is the preferred method of flirtation communication because technology took over the world a few years decades ago. and frankly, we’re just busy as $#!t to get too personal with people these days. especially us college kids. i got feature writing assignments to do, entourage to watch, n64 to play, weights to try and lift, salmon to eat, and global power moves to make, etc. it’s not really convenient to invest too much time in communicating with anybody if it’s not through text, IM, etc. and that’s the truth.

i’ve broken down the positive and negative aspects of e-game down for you below. read on.

pros

- it’s like ’08’s version of the phone call. except more digital, kinda. and you can’t talk to 5 people at once on the phone (unless you want a five person conference call). with e-game, you can. with ease.

- you can multi-task extremely well. when your phone vibrates or your IM box flashes, it means someone cares enough about you to hit you up. and you can do this while doing virtually anything. dropping bills on some heels in the streets of georgetown, whispering sweet nothings into the ear of this long-hair-don’t-care PYT in the corner of the party, or (if you’re really grimy) while you’re in the bed with somebody else. yeah, i just went there. but i’m being real. at least you’re showing some love, right?

- you can be pretty darn bold. too shy to say stuff in person? dag, homie. sounds like a personal problem to me. but really, you can say some things that you may not be able to say in person via e-game. sounds lame, but it isn’t. but be careful! this can work against you. i’ll explain later.

- time lapses. you ever get asked a question in real life, and answer way too fast without thinking in depth about it?! with e-game, you can post up for a second and break it down, allowing enough time to do research (google, wikipedia, social networking profile stalking, etc.) to say exactly what you want to say. also, you can appear much more calm and collected via e-game. take your time answering somebody! go do a few pushups, or run to the dining hall before you respond. it illustrates your nonchalant attitude towards the situation, even if he/she has your heart beating in triple time. deceiving? probably. illegal? not a chance.

cons

- social awkwardness. you can be vicious with the words behind that smart phone or that computer screen (sup guys.) but you could be a lame in real life. wowzers. establish yourself as a healthy, sane human being early. meaning, try to balance traditional, face-to-face communication with the e-game. shoot, it’s 2008…skype them or hit ‘em with that video chat if need be. at least you’re making an honest effort.

- you can’t gauge emotion accurately. at all! all we got is smileys, a few phrases ("lol" is all i have in my arsenal), and caps lock. besides that, there’s not much more one can do to express themselves. so when someone says something via e-game, you don’t know exaaactly how they meant it. was it a joke? a diss? a flirtatious gesture? a warning shot!? YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW!

- you can be pretty darn bold. told you i’d come back to this one. if you’re too bold, you can get rocked. what do i mean!? well, don’t try and be slick and pull a romeo-esque line, cuz homegirl is gonna tell her homegirls, and they’ll secretly laugh at you behind your back whenever you walk by. you think you wooed her with that text, when in reality it was weaksauce. oh, and don’t use that camera phone too…liberally. remember what happened to neyo!? yeah, you better click that link if you don’t know. not for work safe, either. i’m tryna tell you, the walls have ears, eyes, and a meaaan set of fangs. you will get rocked like that the two in the picture you just checked out a few seconds ago.

- your e-persona doesn’t match your real life. before you decide to take on a life of e-game, make sure you are as cool in real life as your e-persona. you don’t wanna be that guy/gal who has great convos via text or IM, but when you actually go out to dinner with that person, you can’t even look them in the face or say the same jokes you used to use when spitting that e-game! and likewise, those getting spat e-game: watch out for these goons/goonettes! they’re ruining the reputation for those who are great e-gamers. don’t be all about business on the text and then get cold feet in person! it can make or break things."

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:throws blackberry in the hudson river:

you gon' let me beep?

go go go go

over mexican

a sneak peek into dinner with me and amaris.

this woman stresses me out

i just don't know what to do with her.

she's just being miley!

photo by annie liebowitz. courtesy of vanity fair.

hope you bitches came close to balling as hard as maddox this halloween!

righteous wind!

“We have a righteous wind at our back,” Mr. Obama said, urging thousands of supporters who gathered on a high school football field in Henderson, Nev., to believe in the possibility of change. “We have the chance to do more than just beat back this kind of politics in the short-term. We can end it once and for all.”

Peep the full story for more on both parties' manic sprints to the finish line. I live for this shit.

all hands on deck!

can you spot andre? j, can you spot KJ?

tomorrow morning, i'm heading back to old manchester to rejoin team hillary for the last of many GOTVs over the past year - and this time, i'm winnin' goffstown for obama. together we'll be taking home 4 precious electoral swing votes, as well as electing former gov. jeanne shaheen as the first female senator from NH.
it feels good to be back in the game.

j, i assume you're bringin' home FL for us, right?
and all you DC bgs best be truckin it over to VA to haul some babygirls to the polls!

we're just about 3 days away now...

and i feel a little like this:

sometimes...

you just have to go ahead and shut it down with a ballad.



i'm loving this direction for b-dot. ciara must be a little confused, but this song brings me back to the destiny fulfilled days when "if" STAYED on repeat in my dorm room. don't even front like you ain't know.

in town

Something in the way of things
Something that will quit and won't start
Something you know but can't stand
Can't know get along with
Like death
Riding on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cue
Something entirely fictitious and true
That creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways
Like they were yourself passing yourself not smiling
The dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss
I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate

I know things you know and nothing you don't know
'cept I saw something in the way of things
Something grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny?
Was it so funny it followed me down the street
Greeting everybody like the good humor man
But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice cream
It was like dat
Me talking across people into the houses
And not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice picks
You could see them
But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeral
Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auction
And let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth
Remember Steppen Fetchit
Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed
An all your Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling
With the ice pick high off his head
Made ya laugh anyway

I can see something in the way of our selves
I can see something in the way of our selves
That's why I say the things I do, you know it
But its something else to you
Like that job
This morning when you got there and it was quiet
And the machines were yearning soft behind you
Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life
Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and troubled

My mistake is I kept sayin' "that was proof that God didn't exist"
And you told me, "nah, it was proof that the devil do"
But still, its like I see something I hear things
I saw words in the white boy's lying rag
said he was gonna die poor and frustrated
That them dreams walk which you 'cross town
S'gonna die from over work
There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you you ain't shit
And you almost believe it
Broke and mistaken all the time
You know some of the words but they ain't the right ones
Your cable back on but ain't nothin' you can see
But I see something in the way of things
Something to make us stumble
Something get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadness
I see something and feel something stalking us
Like and ugly thing floating at our back calling us names
You see it and hear it too
But you say it got a right to exist just like you and if God made it
But then we got to argue
And the light gon' come down around us
Even though we remember where the (light or mic) is
Remember the Negro squinting at us through the cage
You seen what I see too?
The smile that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks
You see something too but can't call its name

Ain't it too bad y'all said
Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy always kind to his motha
Always say good morning to everybody on his way to work
But that last time before he got locked up and hurt, real bad
I seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't smiling
And he didn't even say hello
But I knew he'd seen something
Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in will
And he kept marching faster and faster away from us
And never even muttered a word
Then the next day he was gone
You wanna know what
You wanna know what I'm talkin' about
Sayin' "I seen something in the way of things"
And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him away
The is? in that face and remember now, remember all them other faces
And all the many places you've seen him or the sister with his child
Wandering up the street
Remember what you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognize
The face, your own face
Straining to get out from behind the glass
Open your mouth like you was gon' say somethin'
Close your eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like
Now, don't you see something else
Something cold and ugly
Not invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old man
Squatting by the drug store at the corner
With is head resting uneasily on his folded arms
And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with

And in my eyes too
A waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black bird
Wit his ass on fire
Or the solomNOTness of where we go to know we gonna be happy

I seen something
I SEEN something
And you seen it too
You seen it too
You just can't call it's name name name name name name name

-a.baraka

listen

thks, jay-mel