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

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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Masochism

I believe in torture and torment concerning bouts of true love with otherwise rational entities. Perhaps, I have read too much Ayn Rand, or have been touched by fantastically sordid love stories. There is no real happy ending, or there was so so much to get there, it is much deserved. In any case- everything lacks simplicity (almost- enough for it to be kind of true, to me) so it becomes about tolerance and composure. With that, and simplified thinking, I think I might be alright. Mistakes don't wait, so I do. I know myself, so I know my personal expectations and capacities,  I tread lightly about my erratic emotional insecurities because, ultimately, I know what the truth is. 

Masochism, romanticism... I know that its hard but, I am sure that it's worth it. 

One way or another. 

Imaginary Relationships

... what exists in the negative space.

negative space: n, empty space, space surrounding an object or form.

It is what provides context and dimension for the positive image or form. I will be using it in reference to relationships, and that which is not mentioned but becomes implicit, and how that lack of communication becomes problematic.

It is all imaginary until spoken about. 

Needless to say, I have millions of examples of people taking a mile from the precisely measured inch I have given.

And I just want to know why, when people have plans for me, they do not share them. It would make my existence less confusing. The issue is, at least in my personal hetero experience, I meet men, we express a genuine interest and then I am supposed to forget that there at least 3 billion more out here. I do not do stage directions, I do directives. I seek to observe, analyze, understand and communicate, that's how relationships work. Not this, oh well  I am just going to skip these steps and act like we have an understanding that they have a certain precedent, when none of it was spoken about at all. And I am not taking one circumstance and making it general to hype myself up. Trust. 

I usually opt with the gradient of difficult to dumb and see how much I can get away with. 

Until, I just have to put my foot down. I get feigned surprise and a lot of "Nah, its not like that". Because its usually men acting like its not about sex instead of being upfront. But, saying the word-sex/fuck/smash/beat-preceded by "if you're just trying to" and succeeded by "just say that" is like shedding a light when everyone wants to act like they are not doing/seeking what they actually are doing/seeking. Its stupid and causes headache. Keep it 100, you'd be better off when trying to find a proper match. Everyone is out here sending their representatives confusing people that have no time to waste on superficial representation of reality. Fuck off. 

And that, my friends, is where imaginary relationships come from.

Really.

Decoy: My Life on the DL

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, without a decent post to skim through...

So, these are some of things that happen when you waste your mental energy attracting bullshit activities and bastard tactics in lieu of attracting your happiness...

A very dear friend and I attended a networking/ happy hour, as alcohol is the tried and true social lubricant, and amidst the sitting in the corner talking to each other, she was introduced, by a host, to the man that gave me what I have been looking for.

They had already begun their conversation when I joined them. I had been politely chatting it up with an old acquaintance. Either way, I enter at the part where he was stating that most of the people at the event were young, had only been out of undergrad for a couple of years. Usually, when people reach a certain age they do not ask about one's profession. He was also telling us that he had not realized it, until he had gotten older, that sisters need to bag brothers while they are still in college that is the only place where you will have a concentration of black men that are about their business. As the women that concentrated  on their careers get older, its slim pickings and they end up bitter, since they decided to put it off. 

We are like...ok

Meanwhile, he is complaining about the party, waiting to leave so that he can go elsewhere. When it is time for my friend and I to leave, he tells us to write our names down so that he may 'facebook' us later. The next morning I see I have a friend request, I accept, and a little while letter I receive a message in my inbox. The correspondence lreads as follows: 

him:  so hows married life lol?you didnt mention that last night whenI was discussing bagging a brother when young lol

me: no, i am not married, lol. in any way. it was something my friend and I did a while ago and she won't let me take it down.

him: ok send me your cell number if you like ....ciao

I sent my number, out of curiousity, since no man has ever "asked" for my number and ended with a ciao. At least not one that feigned interest in me.  Anyway, after a text test run, you know when people send you a text so you can have their number and upon your response to having received it they take that as a green light to communicate, I receive a text over the weekend asking me if I was free. Wzup. Do you have a car? And are you free today like 2:30?....

really?

Essentially,  he wanted to take me to the homo thug convention that was Joe and Chico DeBarge performing at Summerstage. He did not want to drive but he guessed he would since I did not have a vehicle. I opted out since I had to do something, like my nails. Later, he asks me if I wanted to see Anita Baker the next day. I said yes. After a delay in my train situation, he picks me up from the train station slightly annoyed. In the car he points out the place I need to watch my step when exiting because people tend to miss it and the dirt is hard to get out. You know people, when they come to your house or get in your car don't respect your shit. I took note, just in case I needed to ever get back into his car again. Circling, looking for parking, he is so annoyed we can not even have a conversation, I suppose he was concentrating on not having the bitch fit we both knew he was capable of. We finally find a parking spot and he is complaining about the circumambulation the barricades require. I am already at wow. We reach the barricades and have to walk single file... he walks in front of me and does not check for me until we make it all the way into the park. Now that I think about it, there were men doing their jail workout in the playground area of the park...so, yeah.

Either way, we found a spot to sit down, after moving three times, and he is annoyed because he can't see the stage. After a couple of minutes he gestures to these women in front of us and says  I think they're, ya know. Lesbians? I asked, he said yes. He then asked me about my experiences and I shared what was pertinent,  then I asked about him. He flipped. Outraged, he shifts his body language so that he has cut me off, and asks me if he looked like a person that experimented. I said no, because it was opposites day, for that moment. He then, after cooling down a bit, says a man is usually not going to tell you right away if he has experimented. He'd probably wait a year or so to tell you something like that. 

Again, really?

Time passes, every ten minutes or so, he stands up and looks around for a good three minutes, my guess is to cruise. He sits back down to say that it may sound conceited but the woman that ends up with him forever is lucky. I asked why. She has more to benefit from the situation than I do. Women need stability and I have that. I envy her, actually. Not to mention he said he was loyal, thats all he could reveal at the moment, I would see what he was talking about. Like I really want to participate in the anal wart fuckery of a down low man. Not to mention, I have not heard a man, that was interested in women, say and rationalize his masculinity the way he had. Saying he is not really emotional, would never back down from a fight, that as a man he does not need love, and women need that. And women need to be with one man but because he was a man he could be with 50,000 women. And the only time he touched me, at all, was to show me where to watch my step in his car. 

I had to leave early and I did. 

That's what I get for asking for stupid shit. 

Get Your Mouth Away from My DICK

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Happy Rainy Friday

Katharine McPhee in Paparazzi Protection from Katharine McPhee

But seriously, I need Black people to do a lot better. I would extrapolate but I do not want to offend. If you see my issue...

Rule Number 7

Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch, find yourself in serious shit.

It is important to establish the rules and parameters in any relationship. What can be seen as weakness and naivete could easily be a quarry of ruthless demeanor and cut throat attitude, especially when the more outwardly astute uses this misinformation as a tool of manipulation or, simply, bullyfooting. What can be seen as a friendly meeting with no documentation can turn into you be being pushed out with no evidence of your participation and relevance. In turn, not only losing what you firmly believed in, but potentially damaging a long standing relationship with people you thought you knew. Only to realize they never respected you enough to take you seriously.

Without a tight infrastructure and delegation of responsibility, consider personal and business relationships null and void. No parameters, means no code of conduct, meaning everybody is wrong and no one is right, but someone will always win.


See: Ten Crack Commandments

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.

Baby Powder is for Babies, Balla Powder is for Men

I have been forgetting to share this for a minute.





No Excuses! Don't say I never gave you anything

Check the website...Balla Powder

You're Welcome.

Some Amazing Hits: Wonders/Blunders of 2008

I am more than happy to usher the year('08) to the door. Hand in hand, like a girl that decided she did not want to give it up and I have to hold on to my manners until I see her to the door, assuring her I would call her, knowing I only have so much time before my next jump('09) comes by. And I KNOW this bitch is going to put out.

With all that being said. I would like to reminisce on the times and songs that we were forced to or, unfortunately loved, this past year.

W Hurricane Chris, anyone?
I know Ay Bay Bay came out last year, but I am saying, "Playa's Rock". Banger.
i.e. Chilling in the jacuzzi/ just water/ no bubbles? C'mon.

BThe Game featuring Ne-Yo with Camera Phone
A definite, get the fuck out of here. Two undercovers using the club and desperate women as beards. Bitch, please.

B Where did DJ Khaled come from? More importantly, from whom did he get his (commercial, I am screaming over everything talking about money I could not possibly have since I am on Terror Squad)pass? I just wanted to know.

W For those of you that know me, you already knew I predicted T-Pain was going to be IT, whether you still want to put an sh in front of it is up to you, but... I told you so. Even though that 2 Pistols, Plies wanna be, Shawty knock off was a bad look.

B I am one for ignorance, and I have respect for Bustah Rhymes, however this is a time when two plus two does not necessarily add up to a rational number. A(y)rab Money? Nah, son. The concept was of interest and varying from the concrete canon of hip hop metaphors but they do not deserve to be called out of their names. Arabs, stereotypically, coming from where I am from, provide our dutches, loosies, forties, their candy is not as expensive as it is once you leave the hood, bacon, egg and cheese on a rolls, quarter water and turkey sandwiches for trip days, etc. We should not show Ak our gratitude by pronouncing his ethnicity wrong. Its not right.

Speaking of which, E-ether Boy, bka, Ron Brownz, whose named confused the shit out of me when i first heard it, in the words of NORE, who has a track produced by Brownz, is garbation. T-Pain is not a genius but, he is a bit more intricate and if he is going to turn the ultimate fail (auto tune manufactured voice) into a trademark, why jump on the band wagon and give him the authority to talk sideways about you. He should have faded to black but, everyone wants a piece of the man no one wants to be or sleep with.

And to close off the year this nigga dropped Blame it on the Alcohol for Jaime Foxx, there will be many a paternity test because of this song. So look out in the third and fourth quarter of next year for these results.

Feelin' on her butt, what?







ps. With the struggling economy and fucked up record industry, how does Keri Hilson have a million videos out, not to mention the worst video of the past two years with "Return the Favor"

AND Shantelligence... *blank stare

Bah Hambug...

I am sitting here at work, tortured by my big boss. I will say that not because we had to work for Christmas eve, so we can get Friday off, but, because we can t even be playful and jovial when he is around. Personally, I do not even get any personal space so it is very hard to scour the internet for things to distract me.

Either way I totally misbudgeted my pay checks and now I am broke, not as broke as all those people that were with Bernard Madoff, but damnit if I do not feel like crying just the same.

Its supposed to be about Jesus so, I give to the panhandlers.

All I can see when I look around, is money; money I spent, will spend, will not have. And, all of the money I will resolve to save next year, lest I not forget the future.

So, to all my broke ho ho's I have a couple of things to which you may relate. Especially, if you got no bonus/raise this year.






For those of us that know what Christmas is all about...



Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Flashback Some Part of My Latter College Years

enjoy.

Can it be that it was all so simple then...

Use the bathroom first...

You might wet yourself.



I am glad someone understands why Lil Wayne is not the greatest. He lacks versatility in his metaphors and platinum in a week a great MC does not make. Plus he is always talking about shit which means he probably has a messy sex life and if not, see the former.

More on this later

Viva La White Girl...

COCAINE is everywhere... I do not know how I feel about it exactly. Whether I am utterly disgusted by the allowance of blatant reference to such a powerful and potentially detrimental drug; or extremely amused by the re-emergence of the mainstream marrying the not-so-underground society of drug acknowledgment/ usage. (read:I am not trying to 'out' anybody)

It's like the '80's- everybody does drugs. If they do not do it on a regular basis, they have tried it, or not really opposed to it. UNLESS... they are extremely drug retarded and refuse to do anything besides take Ny/DayQuil for their sickness symptoms.

Weezy chimes in on his take on Cocaine. Between me and you (no Cassie), I think he makes a pretty great point sans the last sentence, unless the gorilla/ hobbit hybrid is your thing... by all means, lick the rapper- for the gummy.

"I don't do too many (drugs). I just smoke weed and drink. But I'll never f**k with no more coke. It's not about the bad high; it's just about the acne: Cocaine makes your face break out. I'm a pretty boy."

It is always fun when drugs are unappealing for reasons other than the social stigma that goes with the consumption of narcotics. It is personalized and its honest. I raise my glass.

One of my favourite songs of the moment, remix included, is N.E.R.D.'s "Everyone Nose". I mean the title speaks for itself. It is about the coke head party girls that are under the influence that they are being discreet, as the wait on line and enter stalls two and three at a time, never squat, and flush the toilet for good measure.



Here is the Video for the original...



And if you see someone with symptoms of this new/old phenomena...Throw them a towel...its been a long night.