May 15, 2006

hey ma

this blog has now become a distant family relation...i only revisit it on holidays. but you know my attentions are elsewhere and i will always love it, it was the beginning of an era.

this time, it's mother's day. my love sent me wishes of a future mother's day, awwwww.

i sent my calls out to my father's ex of seventeen hundred years ago who i'm still pretty close to, and we shared a teary moment over her kanye west like accident that she never told me about and the boyfriend/move to montreal that i never told her about, but it was mostly over the fact that neither of us have real relationships with our respective own mother and daughter. it just goes to show that you can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your family. nor is blood thicker than water. sometimes that water's pretty freakin' thick.

i stopped by the old store to visit my "hardcore leather mommy" there, and it was nice to see her. she even got a lil' emotional, saying that she didn't miss me when she knew i just left the store, but now that i'm actually going to leave the city, she felt sad.

i had dinner with my adopted mother from work, and i didn't know it would be with her entire family. i was honoured that i wsa invited, and that they seemed to know so much about me. we went to tropika and had a delicious meal, complete with imported matcha cake, so it was amazing. i'm pretty sure her son is gay, so that's awesome, unexpected faggotry coming my way in the form of endless david/amy sedaris references, and lamenting that brad pitt will play augusten boroughs in the movie version of 'running with scissors'.

oh, and speaking of mother's day, buy brandy's book dammit. http://www.lulu.com/rabbitfool first of her self-published, reminds me that i have to get on doing my own. peas.

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May 04, 2006

oh snap. get some sleep already!

ok, so it's no secret that i burn the midnite oil, from all three ends of the candle, but even i have to laugh at the things that have come out of my mouth lately. here are a few choice examples:

"ma'am, there are no conservatives in our soup"

"i write for a free prescription....(thought to myself) i should see if i can get some deal worked out so i get a commission on selling prescriptions"...great, so i have now substituted "prescription" for publication AND subscription.

werd.

but on the flipside, staying up for obscene amounts of time lends to the viewage of such acts on the skytrain:

woman opens up an orange jelly candy, you know the kind that's coated in sugar and looks like the cross-section of an orange slice, ok, so she opens the plastic, makes a big show of tossing it on the floor (because she CAN bitches) then breaks it in half, and eats it very furtively like a squirrel as if it's a real orange, keeping the "peels" to wrap in her napkin and also throw on the floor. damn. that shit made me giggle all night, until i realized that i couldn't work on my scrapbook without a lamp, and when i woke up, i freaking laughed myself damn near off the elliptical machine and into a pant peeing frenzy to classified's lyrics. reppin' halifax for real, don't sleep on this white boy, y'all.

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May 03, 2006

jelly

i guess they really weren't ready for mine:

Common Sense may have given up meat, but Ice Cube shows that he does more just than rap husky.
 
The Commodore Ballroom is the venue that Vancity has inadvertently offered up to both artists to show where they’ve been in the past year. April 30, 2006 was Ice Cube’s chance to challenge Vancouver’s fans to check their hating tendencies at the giant inflatable hand flashing a Westside on the stage.
 
Cube and WC opened the set with “Bow Down” and it was hard not to be moved. People question the validity and the virility of gangsta rap, but it’s the emotion of the music that holds their attention engaged. The bangin’ west coast funk beats work to cement the captivation, and Cube continues to contribute royally.
 
He took the crowd on a fantastic voyage of California love through his hits of the last decade, making teasing pit stops at his new material slated to drop this summer, with the true destination of setting up camp at thoroughly rocking the jams of yore.
 
Speaking of emoting, there was plenty of drama laced into the set as he got the crowd good and live, then exited stage right. WC was left to hold the mic and build the energy of the room. The fans showed their willingness to participate, and there’s something to be said of a packed crowd (that’s thoroughly blazed) hollering “FUCK ICE CUBE” in hopes of baiting him back.
 
It was a genius move to recall his past influence, as he may as well have gotten the crowd to yell “FUCK THA POLICE”, and it the perfect segue to NWA tracks. Carrying a few more pounds, Cube still rocks the same black uniform he did then, perhaps more so now to flaunt the ice that laces his appendages.
 
He warned the “rap bastards” to check themselves before they recked themselves”, and recounted a brief history of his work, reminding folks that he’s earned the title of “the Father of this gangsta shit” after twenty years in the game. He addressed the movies, the money, the power of hip hop unity, (“I look around this room and I see all colours together, hip hop did that. Now we just gotta do that outside”), and got the fans to throw up peace signs because “It Was A Good Day”. In other words, Cube has exemplified the notion “revolutionary but gangsta”.
 
The rapping on a curfew (he hit the stage at 10:30pm and was off by 11:30) might have thrown some off, and the looped PSA for the pop radio station framing his recorded tracks may have left some wishing he would’ve done more live, but any doubt that Cube can still rock a show was succinctly shelved.
 
At a time when some rappers are showing their longevity in the business as saturation to the tune of heavy rotation and Jennifer Lopez videos, Ice Cube proves that he’s still running everything West of the Mississippi.
 
just as a compare/contrast.
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May 02, 2006

where my girls at?

so, my career choice and move to do it big has been afforded some major ego strokage lately, and i gotta say, it's come from my ladies, since cats seem to be hating pretty bad.

first off, the inspirations: my editor at the mag ALWAYS comes through with the major encouragement and nice thangs said and the best emails waiting for me.

second: the veteran, willing to take a girl under her wing and stick her neck out on a feeling and a meeting, setting me (georgia) straight on a certain interview with a certain someone that has caused a certain amount of controversy/food for thought. thanks for your willingness to share your experience, guidance, and advice to enrich my work.

third: the working subjects: so many hot, hot talented, positive folks out there who are needing someone to match their work in the industry from the other end of the spectrum so we can hit them swiftly with a kick to the groin. shoutouts to eternia for the love and the opportunity to work together, zenobia for rocking the shit out of kits and producing her own ish, isis for providing the tracks to welcome folks to my myspace page, erika for music appreciation, kia for holding the current muse position/reason to work harder, and those who i haven't met yet, bring it on!

and to my mens:

fourth: the exceptions-my love for being so supportive and sexxxy. we don't always agree, but he has the respect to talk to a lady with the same manners that he would talk to his mama proving that i got a goody, one that was raised right, even against all odds, guess he didn't accept the hand that was dealt to him, he changed his cards...(more kanye)

sureshot: bigups to the one that sought me out, will give a girl her freedom of expression to come with the illness, and offer a spot for female lyricists. werd.

last: the ones who make me stronger (thanks like the ones christina doles out) those who are too cool for school, those who will regret making me wait, those who are quick to offer the condescending pat on the head and run their fucking mouths before actually listening, it's ok. i'll get mine. y'all just fanning the flames. spinach for gomae.

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