Friday, April 20, 2007
Look. Jazz is the water of life. Seriously folks. Learn it well. Go to your local music store today. Go to Itunes, Napster...whatever. Better yet, go to youtube and type in any jazz musicians name and watch them make magic. Listen to jazz from any era. I implore you. DO IT.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Enough is enough. First, we have Michael Richards who felt himself at ease enough to start spouting racial epithets on stage at his show. Then, we have Don Imus calling the Rutgers Women's Basketball squad "nappy-headed ho's" and now, some foreign couch manufacturer labeling one of their couches as "Nigger-Brown". To all of this I give a huge W-T-F! I try to be fair, and give a few more inches of leeway where I can, but, with things like this I can't help but but be completely irritated and offended.
I'm not just offended by the fact that White people, among others, feel it okay to use these terms. I'm offended that Black people are equally (if not more so) as guilty of using these terms; and that as a result, others feel that it's no biggie to use the aforementioned phrases in public arenas.
I'm no stranger to the guilt either. I freely drop the word "nigga" -- less frequently these days -- but use it nonetheless. These incidents have definitely made it apparent to me that there is no worth in the repeated use of these terms; that regardless of the user, they are horrible and worthy of being condemned and forgotten. I used to think that their use took the power away from them, but in reality, frequent usage emboldens others to feel comfortable in using them. And I find that unacceptable.
I think that these incidents are providing a key opportunity to open up dialogs about these terms for light and dark skinned folks. I think there needs to be responsibility taken by light-skinned folk, and even more so by dark-skinnned folk, to ensure that we don't continue to leave a legacy of racial bias based on skin color, for our children. That is all.
Friday, April 6, 2007
So it's Good Friday...and I'm at work. Bollocks. I wasn't aware of this, but it's also "Bring your Screaming Hoard of Children to NYC Day: too! My train this morning was replete with a boisterous gaggle of preteens. Yes, I had to forgo my extra 40 minutes of cherished sleep, and endure this cacophony. BUT, it WAS cool to see the kids extremely excited to be going into the big city. It's been a long while since I've seen that level of excitement about going into NYC. All-in-all it was nice. Gotta jet for now. Peace in the Middle east.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
I think there is nothing funnier than seeing a man above the age of 35 on a scooter; especially when that man is pushing 65, bucktoothed, and rather portly to say the least. So when I espied this guy force his way through my commuter train, scooter in tow, I couldn't help but to snicker silently to myself. When he shoved past me, hitting me on the dome with the bag draped across his shoulder, my laughter quickly turned to irritation. Old boy then proceeded to drop the scooter in the middle of the aisle next to me, and walk further up to the front of the train to take his seat (where he quickly pulled out his Walkman...yes, Walkman). I sat there in disbelief. I couldn't believe that an "advanced" man couldn't see how that's a completely ridiculous place of rest for his toy on a packed train. Anyway, as expected, along comes the conductor who quickly sees the obstacle, dripping from the rain, beside me. After looking to several people to find out to whom it belongs, I decided to pipe up and point the man out. The conductor moved quickly to the man and told him that he had to either place the soaking-wet scooter on the overhead rack, or hold it in front of him. Again, choosing to ignore common sense, he places the scooter above a smartly dressed Black woman, with perfect hair. WRONG choice. Needless to say the scene deteriorated quickly and the scooter ended up on his lap. Word to the masses..and to middle aged men...do us a favor, leave your scooter at home.
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