- I honestly don't know why I don't do this more. Almost every blog that I've visited since I've start blogging has at least one post completely dedicated to disorganization and randomoscity. I'm a little embarrassed that I haven't done it before. At least not like this. I have no idea what's going to come out. I expect some disclosure. So if I end up going off on a tangent about Reese's and Little Brother's Final Album, don't judge me.
- For the past few weeks, I've been in a really weird place, on quite a few fronts. I work for my campus' multicultural office (Center for Multicultural Enrichment), and I was recently given a hefty bit of responsibility, more than I had been used to. I've only been working there since October, so I figured that I needed more stripes before heading off an event that I basically fathered. The general consensus is that it was a great success, but man.oh.man. It was stress galore.
Tiffany Y (who performed "At Last" by Etta James)
Me (I hosted the event, tryna get fresh)
My sister, who helped me handle some technicalities and such...
Me, getting my tie straightened by m'lady - she also performed at night, reading an excerpt from Zora Neale Hurston's "Their Eyes Were Watching God".
My main man, Chris B. who came down for the weekend from NJ. Dude's been my friend since kneehighs...check him over at
ArtStar.
Us, once again. Lookin' fly, like Jedi do.
Center for Multicultural Enrichment Staff, Spring 2010 - Not everyone could make it, and they were mad that they weren't in this pic. Sorry kids.
All photos were taken by my man, Reggie L., the smoove cat in the middle with the suspenders. Check more of his stuff at
his Flickr page.
- How can a man speak with love, yet act without it?
- Is love simply romantic sacrifice?
- Is love worth any and every kind of sacrifice?
I am learning more and more how much of a complex creature I am. I boast simplicity and desires for such, but my efforts for these desires end up being so much more convoluted and complicated. When if comes to love, I realize that I know so little...and that lack of knowledge often makes me uncomfortable and react out of said discomfort.
Amid my efforts, I am truly turning into my dad, in more ways than one. I may not be as stocky as him, or as resourceful, but there are definitely some signs that are popping up.
I've started say things that only he says. Stuff like, "Let me tell you something...", followed by some really insightful perspective.
I'm starting to get comfortable in my thinking that everything takes place AFTER family. Emotion enough to wage war.
I know what I'M doing. If you don't get it, get with it. (This is of particular distress, because my personally will typically bend over backwards to change my plan and level of comfort for you.)
Practical jokes are specifically in my dialect. If you don't like to laugh as foolishness, get from 'round me.
I will own up to any wrong I've done. I've done my share of stupid stuff, but I've grown to adhere to this statement: "You make your bed, you sleep in it."
A little over a year ago, I heard of a group called Little Brother. Since I heard them, I've dutifully went and bought/downloaded everything they had to offer, from their debut "The Listening" to their "...and Justus for All" mixtape. However, the end is nigh. Their final album, entitled "LeftBack" is dropping on April 20th, and it is truly a bittersweet affair. Their single, "Curtain Call" has dropped and to hear 'Tay and Pooh spit about wrapping it up and really sad. I've never anticipated an album's release like this before. Especially a hip-hop album. Consider it copped.(Link to Listen/Download)
I must be getting old. Because I really want to sleep right now. My more base human instincts (anger, joy, lust, etc.) seem to be peaking, because while sleep is at the tippy, I find myself wanting to cover all of them. At the same time.
Ya'll pray for me.
