Update!!!

My LA experience has been such an amazing epiphany in my life. Life never really lets u in on the secrets it has in store for you until shit actually happens but subliminally u kinda have that feeling as if someone snuck up behind you and whispered " I TOLD YOU SO". Evolution is such a fascinating word to me. I feel my life is evolving, My lens has been adjusted and my point of view has a clearer more valuable focus than ever before. I adore the paradigm shifts of life. Im grateful for clarity and positivity. Im grateful for creativity and artistry. I'm grateful for Love and humility. I'm grateful for Family and Strong Friendships. I'm grateful for phonecalls and text messages stemming from Love. I'm Grateful for your warm smiles and your kind thoughts. I'm grateful for discipline and precision. I'm grateful for Night and Day. I'm grateful for Words and Thoughts. I'm grateful for YOU!!!

I LOVE THESE DAMN SKITS.....

WALK IT OUT.....

When i look at this pic ..it makes me think of trans_portation...gettin from one place to another...The act of moving...The Idea to WANT TO BE SOMEWHERE ELSE....and the blessing to actually be able to be a vehicle to do so....Take a walk ...see where u end up mentally, spirtually, and emotionally....They say on average we think about 60,000 thoughts a day....WAT THE HELL ARE WE REALLY THINKING ABOUT? and how much of that is making any damn sense....and HOw much of that are we telling other ppl?.....

Phi Nu Theta?

I get a text from a friend this morning saying there is a play entitled 'The Eclectic Society'. Based on the one and only Eclectic Society of Wesleyan University before it had to integrate, pre Kennedy assassination. At the time Eclectic was a male-only, intellectual society, of wealthy white men. The tradition and history is deeper and richer than that I have shared but needless to say it has evolved into something broader and richer, relatively speaking, as well as notorious. I am very interested as to the subtext of a play about a society that still exists but is not even an apparition of what it once was. Those that write the history make decisions of and for immortality.

Link to the theater in Philly, where it premiered.


A synopsis...

The Eclectic Society will make its world premiere at the Walnut Street Theatre, located at 825 Walnut St., in Philadelphia at 8 p.m. Jan. 27 and run through March 7. Performances are Tuesday through Saturday at 8 p.m. and Sunday evenings at 7 p.m., with matinees on Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays at 2 p.m. Tickets range from $10 to $60, with premium tickets available for $115. For tickets, visit www.walnutstreettheatre.org or call (215) 574-3550

Love King

So... I love The-Dream. The song, lyrically is lackluster but has the sense of humor present in his 'pop'py songs. "Sorry ladies ain't nothing like a smart bitch".
It is good to hear him stay consistent with that I love your girl steez, but he has moved past the 'riding' and 'pony' references. Although that's all his production and vocals lead you to do. Needless to say I am two stepping this up in the spring time.


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I can not lie and say it is not an acquired taste.

I brunch hard

Because, being an adult means you can drink in the middle of the day and talk about the ass you made of yourself the night before and be considered sophisticated.




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Mulling it Over: DipliMatters of the Heart

My valentine, a middle school frenemy turned adult friend, is not coming to the east coast as she expected so we can not do brunch and an exhibition as was planned.

Sidebar: http://www.kunstverein.us/next.html, I overheard two people … transfers the aural experience of the telephone into a variety of sensorial media, including a participatory kite flying performance on February 14th to open the exhibition, and in homage to Elisha Gray, or history’s “second best”; and On March 18th, the artists’ partners will commemorate Bell and Watson’s relationship with a reading of the first telephone transcript between the inventors.

Needless to say, platonic valentines are all I know. It is funny how people that (ex)claim to hate Valentine's Day always want something to do with someone, as if we are shaking our fists at the cosmos that have sentenced us to celibacy (the actual use of the word means to be single, I am leaving intimacy out of it). I am not including myself, but I would not count me out either. All to prove that this manufactured commercial holiday can not keep everyone in a parenthetical relationship or, as they are more commonly known, situation, from wanting to be official, cue Cassie, even if for a second, when that first heart appears in the Duane Reade the day after New Year's. For the most part, the need for validation signals insecurity. This will be one of the two or three times a year I allow myself to question whether or not my lack of desire for a relationship, that warrants attention on designated days, is the way I should be going if I am going to be someone's wife and have their children, one day, some day, maybe, ...next lifetime? I need a sign to know that I am not enabling irrevocable damage to my emotional growth and security because I am finding discomfort in sharing and vulnerability.

Now that that moment is over. I can safely say that I wish the best in love and life to everyone, single, attached, those that did not know they were single and those that did not know they were atttached, I will remain unfettered and let what was written unveil itself and I will fill in the rest.

At the end of the day you are either on some:


or



For the happy single person (namely, me):



Good luck with everything!

Sometimes....

Macro vs. Micro. What is really important and what is not and when is it important to classify such abstract notions? Never a simple question but the answer does not have to be complicated. As I try to navigate and reassure and try to rely on my movements and my synergy with my innate energies, I wonder if I am listening to the right self.

The Haunting

I was recently listening to "Shadows" by Gordon Voidwell. 

I have been thinking about abrupt shift in the continental plates of comfort that take place no matter how much of a control freak I can be. What is my problem? How am I setting myself back? What skeletons are rattling so close to the closet door that I can't move without disturbing them? What is the comfort in sabotage and failure? And why do I want to know the future so fucking badly? Why don't I trust my intution?

Who do I love and how do I do so? Am I even capable? I am starting to realize that, not only do I not know, I am completely unsure. As sure as the imminent next step. I walk in stride and trust that the ground will be beneath me. 

Check my Homey Out

New show on HBO. Take a gander at the trailer.

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Nuggets

Unravelled patterns

Leave me naked

I narrowly escape

Innocence

The lessons are hard to find

I just wanted 

To be 

Right

Broken Feelings

The rope I have been holding 

is Threadbare.