potential: possible, as opposed to actual.
This was the very first definition, according to www.dictionary.com
Stemming from a conversation I was having with a co worker; in the context of romantic relationships, knowing when to let go, knowing how and why one has to be secure in an unconventional relationship, and the place of the well intentioned other party, the word potential came up. To which I responded by saying that if you say that someone has potential, it means that you are creative and imaginative enough to envision their achievements and actions if they developed the way you have projected. Mentally molding the person while biding time until they reach your satisfaction.
This is not to say that potential is not real and that people that exhibit promise do not fulfill. What I am saying is that potential should be no one's saving grace. People do what they want to do, point blank, what they can do is not for you to decide.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Be or Not
In the never ending attempt to simplify, I am grappling with whether or not things can be black or white, and whether a grey area is, in fact, healthy.
Things only seem to be complicated when; there is too much going on and nothing is done, the fear of hurting feelings, or just the straight up fear of making decisions because, logically, to not choose, means you get it all.
No, not at all. Not never.
Ok, maybe for a little bit. But, not without the confusion that could have been spared if the road seemingly less comfortable was just taken in the first place. We are not characters in novels, or semi-autobiographical pieces on one dimensional heroic figures, we are human beings, we have feelings, and consciouses, and balls that can not seem to descend at times when personal preferences versus social obligations are concerned. Shit hurts, it is tiresome, it gets overwhelming, my only responsibility to this shit is to decide what my next steps are and work towards that, besides communicating with parties involved, if necessary. I am not trying to get through it, I'm is or I'm ain't. Point blank. To try means that any effort is worth value because you are supposed to be acknowledged for trying, while your failure is ignored. Decidedly harsh, but as I have grown older, I need some pillars upon which to measure the value of my existence and time amongst those living in the grey areas, trying to sort out their bullshit.
I am either doing, or I am sleeping. You have my time and respect or you do not. No more complicated relationships with acquaintances based on present company. I can or I will not. Simple. Black and white. I allow my humanity to mar the flawless nature of my beliefs, and I am good with that, so I know where I need to reconcile. As for others, I am no judge of the quality of someone else's life. I am too selfish for that. Rather, I will discern what the relationship needs to be upon interaction. I can no longer run for shelter in the complacency of my position in this world, I make my decisions, I live with them, black or white, usually right, because I am rational, but if wrong, that is the meal I will eat.
Basically, I am in a relationship with myself, and have no time for interference.
Things only seem to be complicated when; there is too much going on and nothing is done, the fear of hurting feelings, or just the straight up fear of making decisions because, logically, to not choose, means you get it all.
No, not at all. Not never.
Ok, maybe for a little bit. But, not without the confusion that could have been spared if the road seemingly less comfortable was just taken in the first place. We are not characters in novels, or semi-autobiographical pieces on one dimensional heroic figures, we are human beings, we have feelings, and consciouses, and balls that can not seem to descend at times when personal preferences versus social obligations are concerned. Shit hurts, it is tiresome, it gets overwhelming, my only responsibility to this shit is to decide what my next steps are and work towards that, besides communicating with parties involved, if necessary. I am not trying to get through it, I'm is or I'm ain't. Point blank. To try means that any effort is worth value because you are supposed to be acknowledged for trying, while your failure is ignored. Decidedly harsh, but as I have grown older, I need some pillars upon which to measure the value of my existence and time amongst those living in the grey areas, trying to sort out their bullshit.
I am either doing, or I am sleeping. You have my time and respect or you do not. No more complicated relationships with acquaintances based on present company. I can or I will not. Simple. Black and white. I allow my humanity to mar the flawless nature of my beliefs, and I am good with that, so I know where I need to reconcile. As for others, I am no judge of the quality of someone else's life. I am too selfish for that. Rather, I will discern what the relationship needs to be upon interaction. I can no longer run for shelter in the complacency of my position in this world, I make my decisions, I live with them, black or white, usually right, because I am rational, but if wrong, that is the meal I will eat.
Basically, I am in a relationship with myself, and have no time for interference.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Just Open that Chest and
TreZure the Empress
Google Alerts
Another noteworthy act of the evening was TreZure The Empress. Her band exudes the sounds of Chaka Khan, Fela Kuti, Lauryn Hill, with a little bit of ska flavor. With an onstage personality of Sharon Jones, and a nightingale voice, TreZure’s voice was soft enough to lull you to sleep, but brilliant enough to move crowds. Scampering around the stage, in her Motown-diva little black dress, and owning the stage as her band members stayed stationary in their places, TreZure electrified the audience with her dramatic effect, and whole body performance.
source: http://beyondrace.com/reviews/concerts/1028-the-aquarian-inauguration-celebration-southpaw
I never knew Murda could feel so good....
Cavalier featuring TreZure the Empress
Let Me Go... (if only you knew where this song started)
Google Alerts
Another noteworthy act of the evening was TreZure The Empress. Her band exudes the sounds of Chaka Khan, Fela Kuti, Lauryn Hill, with a little bit of ska flavor. With an onstage personality of Sharon Jones, and a nightingale voice, TreZure’s voice was soft enough to lull you to sleep, but brilliant enough to move crowds. Scampering around the stage, in her Motown-diva little black dress, and owning the stage as her band members stayed stationary in their places, TreZure electrified the audience with her dramatic effect, and whole body performance.
source: http://beyondrace.com/reviews/concerts/1028-the-aquarian-inauguration-celebration-southpaw
I never knew Murda could feel so good....
Cavalier featuring TreZure the Empress
Let Me Go... (if only you knew where this song started)
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Untitled
I am going to the fashion show for this line tonight.
I will update for my opinion of the clothing and occurrences.
picture source:http://www.highsnobette.com/news/2008/09/12/untitled-1111-ss-09-simply-fa-bu-lous/
Here is a link to their blog
And a link to their website: Untitled 11:11
*Update
Here is a link to the show... I do not own a digital camera so I had to pull them here. Herald de Paris
These are some of my faves!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentine's Day!
This is one of the most brilliant songs I have heard, I think ever.
The lyrics are fantastic and smart and its just great. Even if you aren't on that love shit. You can't knock the hustle.
Please, its on me.
The track is called Vertigo on Cloud 9:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/55542667e089876f/
His name is Gordon Voidwell
www.myspace.com/gordonvoidwell
The lyrics are fantastic and smart and its just great. Even if you aren't on that love shit. You can't knock the hustle.
Please, its on me.
The track is called Vertigo on Cloud 9:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/55542667e089876f/
His name is Gordon Voidwell
www.myspace.com/gordonvoidwell
Monday, February 9, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Its Black History Month
Learn your own history.
Stop perpetuating the lies, find a child and tell them the truth.
Stop perpetuating the lies, find a child and tell them the truth.
In the Spirit of Self Preservation...
I wonder why I volley between loving people and getting on my own nerves for thinking I love people so much.
People, is a general term for my desire to be out and amongst the jovial masses, but at the end of the day, if there is nothing really to celebrate but a week that has gone by, then it would seem that we all were pretty lonely and desperate looking for a crowded room in our likeness. Lonely and desperate are not used in the sense that we are out searching for sex or someone to love. Rather, I say it to mean that, in struggling for a rhyme and reason to this life, what the purpose/ objective, personal goals, and hardships, and the desire to be important to someone/ enough people to make it seem worth it, we run to the public to embrace us, only to realize we have jumped into the looking glass, hoping shards of it did not puncture too deeply.
People, is a general term for my desire to be out and amongst the jovial masses, but at the end of the day, if there is nothing really to celebrate but a week that has gone by, then it would seem that we all were pretty lonely and desperate looking for a crowded room in our likeness. Lonely and desperate are not used in the sense that we are out searching for sex or someone to love. Rather, I say it to mean that, in struggling for a rhyme and reason to this life, what the purpose/ objective, personal goals, and hardships, and the desire to be important to someone/ enough people to make it seem worth it, we run to the public to embrace us, only to realize we have jumped into the looking glass, hoping shards of it did not puncture too deeply.
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