Tuesday, June 27, 2006

contemplations... ruminations during the b.e.t. awards

because, you know, i had to watch that shit.
(insobriety abounds...)
  1. wow, i love black awards shows. you get to see the black versions of commercials you see on regular television. (except for kool-aid. kool-aid has white people in their "black" commercials b/c they have us on lock. so does kfc. and mcdonald's...lightweight.)
  2. you can separate the literate niggas from the fantasias. (i know i'm not the only one who gets nervous when a nigga has to read the teleprompter during an awards show. mm hmm. you can always tell.)
  4. why does b.e.t., the naacp, etc. continually give awards to black (and multi-racial folk) who, if i may paraphrase that nigga ye, don't really care about black people (tiger woods, etc...)?
  5. where else can one display such bad grammar? oh. over on mtv.
  6. this is a great time to compile a list of "cool ass white people". hall of famers: de niro, ebert...
  7. chris brown is like a place holder for usher until he gets back from wherever he is, ain't he?
  8. if jamie foxx fucked chris brown, they'd have b2usher.
  9. "the rhythm nation moment" marked janet jackson's music video golden age.
  10. i like how mary j. blige got/stays famous.
  11. kelly rowland HATES beyonce. oh, yes. she hates her in ways we can't even imagine. yeah... she'd take mrs. jay-z out if she could.
  12. (the aftermath of) hurricane katrina is yet another catastrophe in a loooong line of fucked up shit that the u.s. has done to black people. (and why we'll always fuck with gospel.)
  13. i hate it when whitney houston is in rehab. (that's the only way nippy wouldn't be at the bet awards, right?)
  14. how in the hell does this nigga ne-yo perform after they honor harry belafonte?
  16. mary j. blige is white people's most beloved hood chick.
  17. beyonce is our generation's greatest performer. (as much as i'd like to, i don't really hate that i had to say that.)
  18. there's no 18. i just prefer even numbers.

language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. language alone is meditation. ~toni morrison

Sunday, June 25, 2006

the (separate) love movement

hi. (had to get that out of the way.)

while absent from the blogosphere, i had what in one way might be described as five day (or so) affair. said tryst featured substances that--when taken-- promote insobriety. most of that is neither here nor there.

now, there are a few people in the world who have had the honor and privilege of hanging out with me during such periods, undoubtedly witnessing the effects of immoderation. at such moments, i've been known to stop being shy and discuss a theory i've very quickly concocted, and feel the need to share immediately. such spontaneous ruminations include: "were slaves ugly?" (with saf), "the gay lisp," "fictional names in 'autobiographical' work(s)," and "why prince should open up for michael jackson (and not the other way around) in your ultimate concert lineup."

this particular episode featured music from the best of lauryn hill. at some point, mystery lady begins to say something that sounds like a lightweight diss of ms. hill's second album. since i (occasionally) proscribe less than stellar remarks of my beloved ms. hill, i nipped that shit in the bud. this prompted a diatribe which inspired the theory i now call "a separate love."

the logic is very basic: there are a few things, entities, people, etc. that should be universally loved. surely you ask, "why, then, are you calling this idea 'a separate love?'" well, i suggest that we often come to appreciate certain people, places and things via others we are/have been in some sort of relationship with. i, for example, have a great appreciation for donna summer, rick james and the time (mom and pops), and the alvin ailey dance theater piece, "treading" (an ex). perhaps you never really watched basketball until you started dating a former cameron crazy, and now, though that relationship has ended, you find yourself glued to your tv for two weeks in march and you're in charge of your office march madness pool.

that said, i believe there's some shit one cannot love by proxy. thus, one must come into the relationship with "a separate love" for such entities. granted, we are often introduced to things by other people. the key is, however, you cannot (continue) to love these things because you dig/like/love/whatever another person, and want to impress him/her or just merely tolerate it. rather, such introductions should inspire the cultivation and development of "a separate love" for _____. follow?

as of now, i suggest one must have a separate love for...
  • bob marley
  • (the miseducation of) lauryn hill
  • nine simone
  • prince
  • (pre-demelanized) michael jackson
  • dave matthews' "crash"
  • puppies
  • vh1's pop-up video
  • the cosby show

this list is incomplete and shall continue...


language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. language alone is meditation. ~toni morrison