Splitting Hairs

I had the strangest thought this morning. Lately I've been obssessed with wearing wigs. Only because it's a quick way to look like you just stepped out of a beauty salon.

My mom has quite a few wigs and I wore one of them today. So I had to ask myself, is it okay to borrow a wig from a cancer patient? That's not wrong is it?

I have a cousin who was diagnosed with Leukemia and before she passed away she took a picture with this nice wig on. When I went down south to her funeral I so very badly wanted to ask her mom, "what are you gonna do with that wig?"

I'm not insensitive.

I mean, she wasn't going to need it anymore right?

I couldn't have been wronger-- they buried her in it.

Shopping 101

I'm addicted to shopping.

I own lots of jeans but only wear about 4 pairs. In many cases I have two of the same item...shoes included. Since the weight on my shoulders fluctuate like Oprah's I sometimes buy things in two different sizes.

I've included a photo of some of my clothes. But, I must confess: I am not only addicted to shopping I am also addicted to new clothes. I even leave the tags on some of them to make that "newability" (is that a word?) last. I really like the feeling of pulling a tag off of something and then wearing it. And! you can always return something if it's been sitting in your closet for two weeks and you realize you have nothing that goes with it. It makes shopping less expensive if you just trade stuff in and get something more current.

Do you see that yellow plaid skirt? I have it on today!! Isn't that exciting?? Wait. Don't answer that...I know I have a problem already but hey- at least I've admitted it.

I'm not done decorating that room though. Below is a picture my nephew painted in school- he calls it his "Picasso".

I've been collecting all his artwork and going to the Goodwill to find other famous art. So far I have 4 good paintings: Van Gogh's Irises, a huge Henri Matisse's Goldfish, a greek painting of some sort but really pretty and the gold frame is in excellent condition, and an extra extra large painting and I'm not sure who the artist is but it's really pretty and colorful.

New World Water

Mos Def is one of my favorite artists and I was just thinking of his song titled "New World Water"
I've posted the lyrics below:

New World Water make the tide rise high
Come inland and make your house go "Bye" (My house!)
Fools done upset the Old Man River
Made him carry slave ships and fed him dead niggas
Now his belly full and he about to flood somethin
So I'ma throw a rope that ain't tied to nothin
Tell your crew use the H2 in wise amounts
since it's the New World Water; and every drop counts
You can laugh and take it as a joke if you wanna
But it don't rain for four weeks some summers
And it's about to get real wild in the half
You be buying Evian just to take a fuckin bath
Heads is acting wild, sippin poor, puffin dank
Competin with the next man for higher playin rank
See I ain't got time try to be Big Hank,
Fuck a bank; I need a twenty-year water tank
Cause while these knuckleheads is out here sweatin they goods
The sun is sitting in the treetops burnin the woods
And as the flames from the blaze get higher and higher
They say, "Don't drink the water! We need it for the fire!"

New York is drinkin it (New World Water)
Now all of California is drinkin it (New World Water)
Way up north and down south is drinkin it (New World Water)
Used to have minerals and zinc in it (New World Water)
Now they say it got lead and stink in it (New World Water)
Fluorocarbons and monoxide push the water table lopside
Used to be free now it cost you a fee
Cause oil tankers spill they load as they roam cross the sea

Man, you gotta cook with it, bathe and clean with it (That's right)
When it's hot, summertime you fiend for it (Let em know)
You gotta put it in the iron you steamin with (That's right)
It's what they dress wounds and treat diseases with (Shout it out)
The rich and poor, black and white got need for it (That's right)
And everybody in the world can agree with this (Let em know)
Consumption promotes health and easiness (That's right)
Go too long without it on this earth and you leavin it (Shout it out)
Americans wastin it on some leisure shit (Say word?)
And other nations be desperately seekin it (Let em know)
Bacteria washing up on they beaches (Say word?)
Don't drink the water, so they can wash they feet with it (Let em know)
Young babies in perpetual neediness (Say word?)
Epidemics hopppin up off the petri dish (Let em know)
Control centers try to play it all secretive (Say word?)
To avoid public panic and freakiness (Let em know)

There are places where TB is common as TV
Cause foreign-based companies go and get greedy
The type of cats who pollute the whole shore line
Have it purified, sell it for a dollar twenty-five
Now the world is drinkin it
Your moms, wife, and baby girl is drinkin it
Up north and down south is drinkin it
You should just have to go to your sink for it
The cash registers is goin "cha-chink!" for it
Fluorocarbons and monoxide got the fish lookin cockeyed
Used to be free now it cost you a fee
Cause it's all about gettin that cash (Money)

Ice Ice Baby

Where can I get this t-shirt???

Don't ask me why but I was reading the lyrics to Vanilla Ice's first single, Ice Ice Baby and noticed that his metaphors were very...not urban.

I heard from a somewhat reliable source that Vanilla Ice used a ghostwriter for this song. He must've been very wack if he had someone else write these lyrics.

And the metaphors were the worst! The bottom of the barrel - literally the worst I've ever heard next to Memphis Bleek.

"Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly"

"Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle."

"I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom"

"I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon"

"Gunshots rang out like a bell"

"'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel"

Need I say more? Yes.

Trial and Error

So now what? Yeah he was found not guilty and yes I am a huge MJ fan...

But that's neither here nor there..actually it is.

What upsets me the most is the media's relentless comparisons of MJ and OJ. Give it a rest folks - they are not the same person nor will they ever be. Didn't Robert Blake get off? What about him? Leave O.J. alone- justice was served right? Now shut up.

Then there's the thing about snakes having legs. My mom once told me about Satan being transformed into a snake and cursed to crawl the earth on his belly for the rest of his days- or something like that. But she went on to say that if you set a snake on fire its legs would "pop" out.

While I wasn't brave enough to actually catch a snake I did however find a wounded snake on my grandma's back porch.

Needless to say, I set that @#$%! on fire!

....and what do you know- two prehistoric looking deformed limbs pushed their way through the burnt flesh.

So, what have we learned here? The media machine is racist.

My 3rd club experience....and I got drunk

I am so ashamed! It was an embarrasing experience because I didn't realize I was drunk. I always imagined that being drunk felt like getting sick and losing control. I didn't feel that way at all- just really groggy (like the initial feeling of going under anesthesia) Then that passed and I felt like crying lol

But I resisted and held back on the tears. I didn't want to embarass myself anymore than I'd already had. I had alot of racing thoughts too. An extremely intelligent person told me that a "drunk mind speaks sober thoughts" or something like that. I think I was too drunk to fully grasp the meaning :) But I got it enough to keep my mouth shut.

So what I did was go out again to this club and still- no dancing. I insist on wasting my time basically. I was only there for about an hour and that's not enough time for me to loosen up. I need to ease into the situation you know? No you don't.

One thing that bothered me though. At the end of the night the d.j. played Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl and all the females went crazy! Didn't realize how many urbanettes had jumped on the Gwen bandwagon.

But here's the thing: I bet none of those chicks were feeling her when the band released Tragic Kingdom. I, on the other hand, have the album and has been rocking it since the day No Doubt came out with "I'm Just A Girl". So there. All you hoodrats can fall back...early son....

I'm only kidding. No I'm not.

Anyway- back to this drunk business. I kept saying over and over, "You can't get drunk off of one drink- I'm not drunk!" I said it so many times it changed into "You caint get drink off of one drunk...is there somewhere I can throw up?"

Yeah that's me

and directly behind me is a Van Gogh painting that I bought at the Goodwill for five bucks!

I am so proud of myself.

Well I changed the name of my blog- it's now http://sunshine0214.blogspot.com
I suppose you can view the old blog at the link provided in the sidebar.
I'm not sure how many people I have logging into my blog (that sounds disgusting by the way) but I will try to give everyone the new web address.

I decided to change it so that I can I put my weblog to professional use. When I try to apply for writing positions I like to reference that I have a site where samples of my work can be viewed. This will make that more bearable.

Today I have nothing interesting to talk about but I'm sure something will come up. Lately I've been wondering what Heavy-D has been up to so maybe I'll do another what ever happened to post. Who knows? The possibilities are endless right? Wrong -there's always a dead end somewhere, your job is to find the shortcuts and make a way out of no way...and then there's that thing called writers block....

"What are you?"

That's what this guy asked me the other night. It's a question I get fairly often because of my light complexion.

I told him African-American. He didn't quite hear me so I said, "I'm Black." I felt so stupid having to say that.

But he looked at me in disbelief and said the dumbest thing, "Are you sure?"

He had such a confused look on his face that I started to wonder if I was 100% Black. He even went as far as to make a comment about some one in my family tree sleeping with the slave master. I was speechless. But my friend spoke for me, saying "Aren't you mixed with Japanese?"

Sidenote: Earlier that day we were getting our makeup done and my friend said to me, "You should get the smoky look (talking about my eye shadow) because you have chinky eyes." I thought that was hilarious since the makeup artist was Asian! (I also noticed that she rolled her eyes at the comment)

I guess if I'd told him I was Black and Jap I would've seemed more exotic and more apt to produce children with "good hair". My good genes and his S-curl would have been the perfect combination...

My 2nd club experience

I know the picture isn't that great but so what. I went out Saturday night to a formal dance and the afterparty was at a club. Not much fun at all. I am so not used to going out after hours.

One guy approached me and asked me to dance and the first thing I say is, "I don't know how to dance." After recovering from that unexpected statement he asked me what I like to do for fun and I said, "read."

After that he called me a nerd and only wanted to talk about school. He talked so long his breath started to stink so my friend rescued me by asking me to come with her to get a drink.

I thought that was a smooth move so every time a guy even looked like he might have been interested I went over and got a drink. I ended up getting really drunk...

My friend started to say I was very outspoken and showing all my emotions on my face. I didn't even realize...I danced one time though. I felt like everyone was looking at me waiting for me to lose my rhythm.

Oh I almost forgot -another guy tried to get my phone number. I almost forgot about him. Believe it or not this guy had a jheri curl!

He spoke to me long enough to say that he was a chef and recently moved to CT. He said he was looking to buy a house. He had on cologne but there was an underlying smell that I couldn't quite put my finger on... I think it was garlic or paprika or something. Smelled like he had just finished cooking in a hot kitchen...

His shirt was kinda industrial looking - white- vest like - Come to think of it he might have been working in the kitchen that night. I was glad we got there late and didn't have to eat the food. I would imagine his jheri curl juice dripped into a few pots...

So he asked me, "How old do you think I am?" I said, "21?" (Honestly he looked mid 40's) He said he was thirty-two, which is young by my standards. He had an accent and asked me a question that I absolutely hate. He asked,"What are you?"

To be continued....

sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken

(I got sick last night and took some Nyquil- it hasn't worn off yet.)

so there you have it.

But that's not the point.

I put a relaxer in my hair this morning and a strand of hair saturated with this chemical fell directly on my face. It stung.

But that's not the point either.

There's a saying, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life". Well what about the day you die? You never know when that day is going to come so how do you live by this mantra? You don't. You simply don't.

You live, you learn. And the more we come to know the less secure we are the strict layout of the universe.

"Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high. 'Cuz you never know when you're gonna go..." - Nas and AZ.

In that song, Nas speaks of his "born day" and how he has lived twenty years of blessings. Everyday is your birthday. It's a day that you've never seen before and will never see again. Every day should be celebrated because congratulations, you've made one step closer to your death. Could be to-day...could be Tuesday - you never know.

What a sorrowful way to look at life, right? Wrong! Think back to what Hamlet said in his to be or not to be speech. "To die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to..." Maybe it gets greater later. Maybe after death there is something more magnificent than we could ever dream of.

I've never spoken to a dead person but if I ever wake up dead I'll let you know what it was like.

So the point is to celebrate every day by sticking feathers up your butt while getting high because Hamlet's gonna come back from the dead and kill you on Tuesday by stabbing you with a chicken after you just finished relaxing your hair.

I have nothing to say...

So I will share with you one of my many poems...

"Candle"

Do you ever feel like a candle?
Always glowing, always bright.
But all the while you're melting,
losing yourself - your light.

Do you ever feel like a candle?
Getting smaller everyday.
Pain burning up inside you,
but you still glow anyway.

Do you ever feel like a candle?
Secure and sitting tall.
Kept hidden away and reserved for a time,
to be used when darkness falls.

Do you ever feel like a candle?
Knowing your fate in the end.
Burning slow and silently dying,
waiting only to be used again.

I still have nothing to say...

so enjoy these pictures:
Lyfe -you #7 on the charts, son!


Rahsaan Patterson - one of my favorite artists of all time...


the sexiest man alive...


damn Brad...


please marry me...


wait...he has nothing on my Jay-Z...

but anyway, another one of my favorite movies.

"Sat in that jail, I sat in that jail til I felt like I's bout to rot to death. I know what it like to wanna go somewhere and cain't. I know what it like to wanna sing... and have it beat out 'ya. I want to thank you, Miss Celie, fo evrything you done for me. I 'members that day in the store with Miss Millie - I's feelin' real down. I's feelin' mighty low. And when I seed you - I knowd they is a God. I knowd they is a God."
But my favorite quote was from Old Mr. "She black as tar, nappy-headed, got legs like baseball bats, and I hear she got that nasty women's disease."

Did you know that the part of Shug Avery was supposed to be played by Tina Turner?