women presidents

geena davis won a golden globe for playing a woman president on t.v. on the same week as chile and liberia welcomed new women presidents into power. this is all reinforcing my recent education on the mayan calendar and how women are coming back into a space of leadership in the world. bout time, aight?

i was told i should write a column on sex and hotness for cosmo. NO. lol.

i had a miscommunication with someone and it’s just annoying me, cause i’m ready to move on but they still need to sulk. sigh. is saying it feels like time wasted is disrespectful?

i am singing today! that’s exciting…and ooh, the covert radical bloggers and viral online marketing parts of my brain are all flustered with anticipation!

check out biko’s post on www.indyvoter.org for a little mlk-day book review!

ooh! last night someone called to ask me for money. i felt bad saying no, but what everyone should realize about adrienne is that she lives paycheck to paycheck, hoping to meet a dope radical black science fiction writer sponsor someday and live off that. until then, no dough moves for the non-essential! but it was funny cause wendy williams had spoken earlier in the day about things to look out for when seeing new people, and this was the number one thing. not that i’m seeing anyone. i’m not. but, just sayin…

let me be quiet now. whew…

oh wait no no first i have to just say that shane jones is the best future therapist i know. last night we had another near professional level of mutual moments of a-ha carefully or laughingly guided by each other and i rarely enjoy conversations as much as i do with him ๐Ÿ™‚

ok, now that is ALL!

content of my character

someone who will rename nameless just asked me if i am the mlk poster child, all black and white and happy together.

happy mlk day – i hope you engage in some little ritual that makes you consider the content of your character. it’s such a ludicrous demand, to have to ask to be considered for who you are. and yet its so internalized, we’ve learned the lesson of judgement so deeply that we almost never take people for their content. we take them for whatever works at the moment, on their race, or gender, or how someone like them treated us at some point long ago, or – anything that will make it easier to store them in our minds. we shy away from the work it takes to build deep knowledge of other people. getting to know people is looking in a mirror and oh we don’t want to look, but we can’t not look. hence, love.

i’ve made a major advance in my sudoku puzzles! first i had a breakthrough to being able to see the number lay-out in my mind and not having to make notes to myself, and then this weekend moved into medium level! the girl next to me on my plane from d.c. today smiled and pulled out her book of sudoku and we compared strategies – she uses a pencil! never considered it, she was very impressed. joy joy.

got to kick it with khari, ibrahim and tanji last night. excellent fun in our suite, but i felt bad cause some of our neighbors were upset by the…party atmosphere we created. ugh, trying to set a good example and not able to explain that having a great time IS a good example of living right! (because i was having such a great time it was hard to get the words together?)

is it just me or is being a mystery shopper a little creepy?

ok ok, it’s just me!

i’m off to rice to celebrate one of the greatest anti-war activists of all time with shane, the kind of person who makes me so happy there is no draft.

dimepiecin’ in d.c.

just got hugged by the ultimate dimepiece malia lazu, a-shiver!

so first of all (though clearly second of all when you think about it, and maybe including third) – thanks karynn for the cheekbone love, and gavin, all i’m sayin is this ihop will put the chocolate chips onto the hot pancakes to melt with the butter. that’s good service!

and coming soon: my completely random list of the things i most love doing/eating/seeing/avoiding in ny.

but now:
a few thoughts on venus in retrograde, phone sex {parental warning: don’t look mom, no!}, this sick hotel suite i’m sitting in, one world youth project, my sister’s stunning face and a special goodnight!

venus in retrograde:
it is! and apparently that means old lovers come back into the sphere. whew, talk about it! asking for babies, dinner, leather bags and a second (or is that 43rd) chance. no babies, yes to dinner, i’ll buy you one if you buy me one first based on prior experience with going first in giving shit to you and…jury’s still out on chances. sample of deliberations:

jurist 1 (represented by witty but pessimistic altar ego juwanonadat): how many failures does it take to screw a fool?
jurist 5 (represented by shane jones): when is being objectified enough?
jurist 7 (represented by jen kidwell): hell naw!
jurist 9 (anonymous): ooh, tell me more. he did what? girl…at least wait a month befo’ you hit it again!
jurist 11 (represented by lovesick): y’all are so getting married.

verdict? we require more evidence. perhaps in the form of dinner and a quality poem.

phone sex:

how hard is it to focus on overanalysing blasts from the pasts when new kid on the block, who is so sexy he is getting a nickname (dr. turn-out) made me retract all pre-blog hateration on phone sex. my previous opinion: silly, wasteful, poor substitute, faux-hot, and generally a sign that its time to knock on mojo’s back door. evolved opinion: that voice, those memories, that state of drunkenness, and damn i am good. (whistle while you work, whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whooooooeeey!)

this sick hotel suite i am staying in:

this hotel suite i am staying in is SICK! dinings room, full kitchen, living room, bedroom with king-sized bed, walk-in closet, bathroom stocked with aveda rosemary mint products! in addition to other things, young people for… is for good digs! i’m at the summit for fellows surrounded by inspired young folks who are about to do some smart strategic campus organizing this year. if i can stop running between the two t.v.s and ordering french-inspired cuisine from room service i will give a great training on sustainability in activism. one thing to add to the training: occasional weekends in spots that are three times bigger than your busted but beloved apartment.

one world youth project:

i’m the featured guest for the one world youth project’s website this month, dope program to check out – match folks up for community work in different parts of the world. check it at www.oneworldyouthproject.org. just went up today.

my sister’s stunning face:

just had dinner with april, who has moved to d.c. for her ‘practicum’ to complete her communications masters from u.s.c. she got in yesterday and we got a nice long sister to sister dinner tonight. she is so happy these days, her life is literally stunning, so together and she is doing exactly what she wants. and it shows in every way, and while we were sitting at dinner i got to really look at her, the adult emerging from her face, and just was amazed by how stunning she is – lovely lips, teeth, gorgeous nose, those eyes, those eye brows, that hair. all aglow. and my sister autumn is just as stunning. sigh. at least i am smart. ๐Ÿ™‚ (not digging, not digging!)

and a special goodnight!:

i have a gift for you – the peter pan link to the right. he has now put up original recordings. ๐Ÿ™‚ sleep tight kiddies.

dimepiecin’ in d.c.

just got hugged by the ultimate dimepiece malia lazu, a-shiver!

so first of all (though clearly second of all when you think about it, and maybe including third) – thanks karynn for the cheekbone love, and gavin, all i’m sayin is this ihop will put the chocolate chips onto the hot pancakes to melt with the butter. that’s good service!

and coming soon: my completely random list of the things i most love doing/eating/seeing/avoiding in ny.

but now:
a few thoughts on venus in retrograde, phone sex {parental warning: don’t look mom, no!}, this sick hotel suite i’m sitting in, one world youth project, my sister’s stunning face and a special goodnight!

venus in retrograde:
it is! and apparently that means old lovers come back into the sphere. whew, talk about it! asking for babies, dinner, leather bags and a second (or is that 43rd) chance. no babies, yes to dinner, i’ll buy you one if you buy me one first based on prior experience with going first in giving shit to you and…jury’s still out on chances. sample of deliberations:

jurist 1 (represented by witty but pessimistic altar ego juwanonadat): how many failures does it take to screw a fool?
jurist 5 (represented by shane jones): when is being objectified enough?
jurist 7 (represented by jen kidwell): hell naw!
jurist 9 (anonymous): ooh, tell me more. he did what? girl…at least wait a month befo’ you hit it again!
jurist 11 (represented by lovesick): y’all are so getting married.

verdict? we require more evidence. perhaps in the form of dinner and a quality poem.

phone sex:

how hard is it to focus on overanalysing blasts from the pasts when new kid on the block, who is so sexy he is getting a nickname (dr. turn-out) made me retract all pre-blog hateration on phone sex. my previous opinion: silly, wasteful, poor substitute, faux-hot, and generally a sign that its time to knock on mojo’s back door. evolved opinion: that voice, those memories, that state of drunkenness, and damn i am good. (whistle while you work, whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whooooooeeey!)

this sick hotel suite i am staying in:

this hotel suite i am staying in is SICK! dinings room, full kitchen, living room, bedroom with king-sized bed, walk-in closet, bathroom stocked with aveda rosemary mint products! in addition to other things, young people for… is for good digs! i’m at the summit for fellows surrounded by inspired young folks who are about to do some smart strategic campus organizing this year. if i can stop running between the two t.v.s and ordering french-inspired cuisine from room service i will give a great training on sustainability in activism. one thing to add to the training: occasional weekends in spots that are three times bigger than your busted but beloved apartment.

one world youth project:

i’m the featured guest for the one world youth project’s website this month, dope program to check out – match folks up for community work in different parts of the world. check it at www.oneworldyouthproject.org. just went up today.

my sister’s stunning face:

just had dinner with april, who has moved to d.c. for her ‘practicum’ to complete her communications masters from u.s.c. she got in yesterday and we got a nice long sister to sister dinner tonight. she is so happy these days, her life is literally stunning, so together and she is doing exactly what she wants. and it shows in every way, and while we were sitting at dinner i got to really look at her, the adult emerging from her face, and just was amazed by how stunning she is – lovely lips, teeth, gorgeous nose, those eyes, those eye brows, that hair. all aglow. and my sister autumn is just as stunning. sigh. at least i am smart. ๐Ÿ™‚ (not digging, not digging!)

and a special goodnight!:

i have a gift for you – the peter pan link to the right. he has now put up original recordings. ๐Ÿ™‚ sleep tight kiddies.

dimepiecin’ in d.c.

just got hugged by the ultimate dimepiece malia lazu, a-shiver!

so first of all (though clearly second of all when you think about it, and maybe including third) – thanks karynn for the cheekbone love, and gavin, all i’m sayin is this ihop will put the chocolate chips onto the hot pancakes to melt with the butter. that’s good service!

and coming soon: my completely random list of the things i most love doing/eating/seeing/avoiding in ny.

but now:
a few thoughts on venus in retrograde, phone sex {parental warning: don’t look mom, no!}, this sick hotel suite i’m sitting in, one world youth project, my sister’s stunning face and a special goodnight!

venus in retrograde:
it is! and apparently that means old lovers come back into the sphere. whew, talk about it! asking for babies, dinner, leather bags and a second (or is that 43rd) chance. no babies, yes to dinner, i’ll buy you one if you buy me one first based on prior experience with going first in giving shit to you and…jury’s still out on chances. sample of deliberations:

jurist 1 (represented by witty but pessimistic altar ego juwanonadat): how many failures does it take to screw a fool?
jurist 5 (represented by shane jones): when is being objectified enough?
jurist 7 (represented by jen kidwell): hell naw!
jurist 9 (anonymous): ooh, tell me more. he did what? girl…at least wait a month befo’ you hit it again!
jurist 11 (represented by lovesick): y’all are so getting married.

verdict? we require more evidence. perhaps in the form of dinner and a quality poem.

phone sex:

how hard is it to focus on overanalysing blasts from the pasts when new kid on the block, who is so sexy he is getting a nickname (dr. turn-out) made me retract all pre-blog hateration on phone sex. my previous opinion: silly, wasteful, poor substitute, faux-hot, and generally a sign that its time to knock on mojo’s back door. evolved opinion: that voice, those memories, that state of drunkenness, and damn i am good. (whistle while you work, whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whooooooeeey!)

this sick hotel suite i am staying in:

this hotel suite i am staying in is SICK! dinings room, full kitchen, living room, bedroom with king-sized bed, walk-in closet, bathroom stocked with aveda rosemary mint products! in addition to other things, young people for… is for good digs! i’m at the summit for fellows surrounded by inspired young folks who are about to do some smart strategic campus organizing this year. if i can stop running between the two t.v.s and ordering french-inspired cuisine from room service i will give a great training on sustainability in activism. one thing to add to the training: occasional weekends in spots that are three times bigger than your busted but beloved apartment.

one world youth project:

i’m the featured guest for the one world youth project’s website this month, dope program to check out – match folks up for community work in different parts of the world. check it at www.oneworldyouthproject.org. just went up today.

my sister’s stunning face:

just had dinner with april, who has moved to d.c. for her ‘practicum’ to complete her communications masters from u.s.c. she got in yesterday and we got a nice long sister to sister dinner tonight. she is so happy these days, her life is literally stunning, so together and she is doing exactly what she wants. and it shows in every way, and while we were sitting at dinner i got to really look at her, the adult emerging from her face, and just was amazed by how stunning she is – lovely lips, teeth, gorgeous nose, those eyes, those eye brows, that hair. all aglow. and my sister autumn is just as stunning. sigh. at least i am smart. ๐Ÿ™‚ (not digging, not digging!)

and a special goodnight!:

i have a gift for you – the peter pan link to the right. he has now put up original recordings. ๐Ÿ™‚ sleep tight kiddies.

silly silly things

not much today but…

why is there marijuana flavored incense? someone help me to understand…isn’t the incense to cloak the stench of heaven? is it for posers? faux-heads? placebo effect for pain relief? what??

and did you know that ba-tampte means tasty? i saw a truck the other day with that written all over it – ba-tampte means tasty! i pay attention to things like tasty cause that’s fun to drop at a good time. you know, a line in the club: you want to come back to my place for a little ba-tampte?

one of my favorite places in the world is…the ihop on 135th street with all the black gay male waiters!! yummy, its one of the few good ihops in the world. (in the sense that all ihops are bad bad bad). there’s also this big white lady who gives the best service ever, think her name is bobby. place just makes me happy – they always have luther vandross or tina turner playing in the waiting area, old tapes.

heading to d.c. tomorrow through monday for the young people for… fellowship summit. fellows from campuses all across the country being put to work, now that’s what i am talking about! i get to see tanjila islam, my world traveling wildest friend ever, and khari mosley, sage homey from the pitt.

are you in new york tonight? come out to the freedom party at starfoods on 1st street – i’ll be the one swiveling in the back ๐Ÿ™‚

and finally, dani has given me the perfect gift! a combination of beyonce and funny white boys dancing! WHAT??? yes! enjoy your weekend by starting it off right! http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=WVZmS88Q1iE

getting ready to go out music (other than check on it) is donnie’s the colored section. i so so so hope you know! kiss kiss.
 

my world, vs the world

hmm, i regularly add things to the lists on the right (like this blog lifeinthemuddle, or the funny white guys dancing) that i think are awesome and should be consumed by y’all. i hope you notice. in my world they are worth experiencing.
in THE world, they are another way to waste small parts of a day.

the theme today is – my world, vs THE world.

(in my world that comma goes there to indicate how i would use my hands in a convo to make that distinction)(in THE world, that comma might just be wrong)

in my world, i indulge the two shades of my current mojo by playing beyonce’s check on it and then mariah’s don’t forget about us.
in THE world, i am in that tender place between a nice girl hoochie and a pensive love-fool.

in my world, i am extremely private and hard to get to know, even after years.
in THE world, i bare my soul, or at least my tangents, to strangers daily and people i’ve never met feel close to me and see themselves in my bizarre journeys.

in my world, its unironic that i love oreos so much.
in THE world, mixed girls loving oreos is always a laugh. (hence my long suffering avoidance of said cookie before i finally realized that its just tastier, that white cream, that crunchy chocolate. i’ma get one now!)

in my world, i have cheekbones and am tall.
in THE world, particularly as represented in photos, i clearly have no cheekbones  and always seem shorter than the others in the picture unless its one of the folks from my team of almost-little people (from college until now, i have kept a circle of folks who are under 5′ close by. perhaps, just perhaps, because it perpetuates the MY world sense of height which life is proving to be a false construct.)

in my world, people should recognize when they are sounding completely defensive, or pushing only their own agenda, or being remarkably hypocritical. and they should at the very least acknowledge and try to stop, as opposed to saying: ‘not to sound defensive’ and then being defensive. {i am guilty of this too, even in my world. damnit.)
in THE world, people hem and haw and being polite almost always beats out calling folks on their shit.

in my world, women engage in important symbolic rituals to help them clean their hearts of hurtful love – we erase the phone numbers and move folks off our aim list and burn their love notes and throw away all but one little reminder of the passion they inspired in us. and that little piece, that heartthrob time capsule, is just to whip out later in life like tiffany’s ‘i think we’re alone now’ and laugh cause once you loved everything about it.
in THE world, women who are hurt are portrayed as mad and vengeful in feature films advertised with cross dressing grannies because justice in matters of love is simply too insane to contemplate! lovesick men, on the other hand, are often portrayed by handsome actors who just aren’t quite right for action or deep drama flicks {some jude law, adam sandler, ben stiller)

in my world, perspective is queen. you control your own mind and aim for looking at every way to move forward against impossible odds with the fundamental belief that to be able to love and forgive IS to perservere, and besides is the only way to survive and enjoy this little fragment of life. i even have fragment tattooed on my body to remind me of my place in the whole thing:

Fragment_1

in THE world, people are in a constant state of manipulation and distrust in which to critique is to survive…even to win. (this i particularly don’t get – who are you beating with this knowledge that it’s all fucked up? and to think you have the answers? like what, boom god, in your face, this shit is wack? is you know a better way, just do it that way, strategize the outcomes and get to work…but anyway…)

in my world, i can do any dance i want to.
in THE world, as represented by the mirror in which i caught myself dancing today, i can NOT do the laffy taffy. and that’s just fine.

in my world, you just say what’s on your mind to the best of your abilities and handle what the truth feels like…unless you are in a situation with a heartbreaker who makes your tongue completely forget how to expel the words your brain and breath know they want to say.
in THE world, folks are constantly struggling with how to say something, anything, that will keep them from having to just name a thing. because then you have to hear it, and know the response, and be responsible for it.

in my world, when i see a wall, i start thinking about if it needs to come down, and if it does i start learning how to do that and pulling at it, bloody long-term work as it may be.
in THE world, too often, people come to a wall and drop their shoulders and walk away. oh don’t do that. soon there will be no where to turn but walls baby…

in my world, there have been no heros for some time that are older than like 8. there are brilliant people, and accomplished people, visionaries and talents and folks i truly admire for their spirit and courage. but i’ve met too many now to really keep pedestals up. the flaws and lessons are so much more intriguing to me than the medals, bells, whistles.
in THE world, i watch folks constantly either scrambling for the top of a rhetoric pile, or lauding others as the next great whatever it is…i often think that lauding only comes from our need to know we’re important by association.

in my world, my upstairs neighbor is a dashing and mysterious german architect.
in THE world, by the evidence i’ve compiled (the sounds of very rote quick sex and occasional arguments with a woman who just says ‘Say Something!’ in a central european accent) he’s just an unimaginative tall guy.

in my world, i am exhausted.
in THE world – i am going to bed.

woah. SYNERGY! I AM IN the WORLD AT THIS VERY INSTANCE.

in my world, that’s odd.
in THE world, i’m odd.

sigh…

amb

Excellent Day

I got the best news today!! I have been accepted into the Rockwood Year-Long Leadership Program!! Leading from the Inside Out…this is a great honor, and I am so grateful to all the people who advocated to get me in, and I’m going to work hard to deserve it ๐Ÿ™‚ WOOHOOOOOOO!!!!

I started the day off by walking across the Manhattan Bridge again (what a MARVELOUS way to start a day – that moment at the middle of the bridge where you feel you can see the world, the fat round old skool grafitti on the Manhattan side…), this time to breakfast at NOHO Star, which Laura Flanders intro’d me to the other day – yummy. This time I was there to meet with Frida Berrigan from the World Policy Institute. She’s dope, brilliant, just google her. Even her boyfriend is dope – he runs Added Value, the community farm in Red Hook. Frida and I spoke at a Bluestockings event  together late last year and I was so impressed with her that I determined to have conversations with her.

Today’s convo completely satisfied me, we talked about impeachment, acts of resistance, the military. She was telling me Hugh Thompson just died – he was the man who stopped and then exposed the massacre at My Lai during the Vietnam war (for which the U.S. military leader William Calley served but a few months once he was finally punished). The conversation reminded me of thoughts on the military I’ve had – my father is a U.S. ARMY officer and so I’ve grown up and been politicized with this discourse ongoing in my head. The military originally came into being as a protector of a new country against the founder-oppressor of Great Britian, and the constant push and pull in the military is between those who believe it should exist to protect and defend the peace, and those who believe that war is fun, challenging, is what makes men, and what keeps a nation in a superpower role and that a constant state of war is thus desirable. My father was stationed in the Pentagon during the years we all watched Rumsfeld, clearly from the latter camp I just described, rise to the top. A Rumsfeld military in the hands of an imperialistic and irresponsible administration is more dangerous than any weapon ever created. And what is a more logical conclusion than impeachment for the leader of that administration at this point? I think its fair…censure for blowjobs, impeach for huge wars that have immeasurable costs in dollars and lives. Who is going to organize that effort? Oh it was a great talk.

At the end of which I got the bill and it had the tipping thing on the bottom and – wow. I have been way overtipping.

Then I walked up for a media meeting with the one and only, the very great Tony Newman of the Drug Policy Alliance and the brilliant D-Willis whose going to be helping the League get media up to speed. Inspirational and challenging.

Then walked back down to Union Square – walking fool!! – and got on a climate crisis coalition call and then a catch-up with Malia Lazu, who was just in Venezuela with Harry Belafonte and Hugo Chavez. What a life force that woman has.

And on home for some great calls and some chats that made me really smile.

The Ruckus Society seems to be doing pretty good which warms my heart cause I think their work is some of the most important in the world at this point in history.

New Orleans Network is ROCKIN it down there – in spite of the fact that the Mayor dropped a really horrible and unrealistic plan today that entails communities having to prove they are economically viable in 4 months. Folks were expecting 3 years, maybe 1 year at the edge of sanity. 4 months to track down people and figure out – without offering them anything – if they want to return…its heartbreaking and counter to logic. The adage goes if you build it they will come. Looks like the firestarter who moved us with his calls for help during Katrina is looking to build something that isn’t for the people of New Orleans. Send all your love and support to on the ground NOLA organizers, they’ll need it for the battle to come.

Other sad news, one of my peeps in Milwaukee told me a little girl got shot in the neck at recess today – their work at the Campaign Against Violence is truly the deepest sort of uphill battle. I can’t think of words for that particular prayer, its just too incredibly sad.

The other day, in a good talk with a friend, she posed the question: how do you tell children who have grown up around constant violence to put down their guns? And the only conclusion we could come to is that you show them the world of possibilities beyond the world they know, the possibilities for their own people. The one thing our remarkably punitive justice system can’t master is real gun control, and we’ve globalized the madness in our international affairs, while socializing our own kids with the most realistically violent video games man can produce.

Oh I’m going on, but this day just created so much energy and thought in me, I love days like that. I’m feeling so on top of my game right now – I was telling friends yesterday that I can tell I am in a good mood cause now when i toke the good lord’s greens, instead of getting pensive and sad and calm, I get funny and uplifted and joyful. The nothing is always coming, for those of you who know the ideology of the Neverending Story (one of my favorite movies ever!), but it is our dreams that keep the world moving towards the light.

And so, on towards the light beloveds!

mah knee

friends, i have officially ‘Done Something To My Knee’. yes…i don’t know where i DSTMKed, but i woke up this morning and its all tight behind my right knee. i decided, with this problem, to throw on some work-out clothes and walk across the manhattan bridge and up the east side to veselka (goat cheese and arugula peirogis!) for my morning meeting. i thought if i walked it would loosen up, and it did, but then i sat down and when i stood back up it was tight again. so tight i had to limp. i can’t do my check on me dance! dr, dr – any drs in the room?

also a heart dr would be good – how nearly impossible is to be treated spectacularly by someone who broke your heart and not start dreaming about them again? my daytime thoughts are purely rational – don’t take it too seriously, this comeback isn’t about you, he hurt you for too long to get back in the sweet spot with a smile – but my dreams? NO COMMON SENSE!!

brief convo between day amb and night self:

day amb: get yourself together!
night self: fuck you this is nice!
day amb: you are a sucker and a fool, you are a silly ho, look at all these super cuties kicking ill game at you!
night self: if you called wendy williams right now she would put on the sound of crickets! if you could see me inside your head you would see you are talking to my hand!
day amb: i refuse to let our brain engage in any dreamy hollywood fantasies.
night self: him harry, me sally!
day amb: this conversation is over honey. this thought process is done!
night self:  honey? don’t be condescending with me! any way, this whole night realm is one you have NO control over. bitch gotta sleep! c ya when i c ya!

sigh.

so here’s a thought i’ve been having. i often think of how much i love ft green because of the prominence of food with goat cheese in it. i heart goat cheese – its soft, its a calm food…just marvelous. my block is a combo of section 8 housing, packed folks in little brownstones segmented up for students, artists and non-profit folks who cyant pay mucha more, and a few new lofts that go at ONE MILLION DOLLARS. but i realized that my goat cheese fetish is serviced only by the capitalistic parasites of gentrification. a perfect moment of gentrification. how f’d up.

and the reason this came to mind is because just yestiday i was sittin on mah stoop with asif the great filmmaker when marianna and her sister came walking by (marianna who i met years ago at a harm reduction conference but have spent years denying i knew to a mutual friend because i didn’t connect that it was the same marianna…silly me) and we were talking about how amazing the weather was, like 60 degrees…but that warmth is only a by-product of a planet gone abused. too deep! back up off it!

ooh i can tell i have been org’d. i just went to offer someone some vitamin c and what came out was ‘want some c3?’  org’d is my new phrase to deal with being non-profited to death. that can mean a variety of things – losing faith, being overprocessed, being over structured, languaged, being all integrity’d out and stuff. you forget that c3 doesn’t really translate to anything that can be explained in less than 4 complex federal govt’ish sentences. my response to being org’d? to bury myself for the evening in a little futuristic fantasy..stargate here i come!

me and my mojo

wow i am in a good mood…

the weekend was dope – starting with an amazing dinner at paola’s and ending with an amazing dinner with the local ny league organizers to start thinking about our 2006 work. well actually ending with the sweet good morning of jalen kai. you can never really see enough jalen:

Bruce_lee_was_more_amazing_than_meHave_a_nice_day

and now i’m in the midst of a super productive day after a little stoop session with young d-zy, my girl dani mcclain.

this recent period of being a little pursued is so nice, has me having little ‘me? hot?’ moments all over the place. my phone is blowin up in the best kind of ways. mojo in effect, and as you all know mojo begets moho.

now there is a line, where pursuit becomes scary…too. i got chased out of the train this morning by this guy who was coming off when i was getting on, turned around and followed me asking for my number the whole train ride home. i finally had to say i was going to authorities if he didn’t stop following me. nasty man. but the caller has stopped calling as much, which is a good sign. ick!

but anyway, yeah mojo is all in effect and as usual, beyonce has just the song for me. with just the video for me and for everyone else. go to music.yahoo.com and look up ‘check on it’! that will tell you the place i am in, in case you are curious.

and i am about to launch my career as a team of covert radical bloggers in the blogosphere – who’s with me? there’s so much to write about.

i have to take a moment to express my sadness at the huge number of iraqi civilians that have been killed recently – its just getting worse and worse and that was starting from horrifically bad. but it made me think to ask myself, what have you done recently in the anti-war effort? why not do something today. choose whatever you can do, whatever you feel is the best little thing, but we must continue to engage and deepen our dissent and make the anti-war voice louder. so i called a few senators to remind them that this shit is unacceptable. and i saw a dope shirt i’m going to buy – go to www.cotam.org – one that says ‘stop wars’, looks like the star wars logo. i think the league is going to build with them.

now – monday is mojo day. get yours on.