What I realized
Jay-Z 9/11 Presale: I cannot
Sep 8th
Go to computer.
Enter 6 digits of credit card.
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Then,
Obviously, I can't.
I can’t.
I cannot.
I refuse.
I can't enough: B. Obama
Jun 25th
I seriously cannot get enough of my president and the pictures of him old and new are always so strikingly deep. I wanted to share these with you. These pictures were taken nearly 28 years ago by a young photographer named Lisa Jack. Below is a brief description of how the exhibition came to find its place at M+B gallery in LA. Enjoy!
Lisa Jack, then a student of photography at Occidental College, sought a striking subject for a portrait project and was tipped off about a charismatic freshman named “Barry” Obama who would make an ideal subject. After the shoot, these images would remain locked away for the next 28 years, until a dare from a friend triggered Lisa Jack to seek them out. At first worried these images could be used against President Obama, Jack realized they were not incriminating of anything other than being young and self-conscious, and that they offered a unique glimpse into how the man who made history went from being “Barry” to Barack. This exhibition marks the first time these rare photographs have ever been printed and on display.
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Whoopin' that trick, Salons aren't safe anymore.
Jun 11th
Life shouldn’t be so dramatic and in the case of a young beautician from Oakland, Melissa Seals, life shouldn’t be so damn violent. I was recently forwarded a video of a woman getting beat-up while cutting a client’s hair in a salon. No, it wasn’t because she did a bad job on the woman’s split ends or even that she cut the hair instead of clipping the ends…She was clipping hair when another woman comes in with accusations of that little miss clippers had slept with her husband. Then all hell breaks loose and so does Mel’s wig cap. The entire situation was a hot, hot, mess.
The foolery continues for about 6 mins of Melissa getting punched, slapped, and even kicked in the face. They stop fighting occasionally to passionately argue back and forth about the penis they shared.
Here’s the news clip of the attack:
And if you want to see the entire fight, click here for the 6min brawl.
Note to self for Melissa, while I am very sorry you had to endure getting kicked in the nostrils and such, if you ever attacked next time try (1)blocking your face, (2) remaining quiet and not inciting your attackers (3)falling on the floor and playing dead (4)channeling Forrest Gump and run, run, run…Just some suggestions.
I’m just saying…
Sphere: Related ContentI cannot NOT fall asleep.
May 9th
What is it about the moving train that lulls people to sleep as if they are back in their mommy’s arms?
I was on the train thise morning headed to work with ‘Talini’ and all I wanted to do was fall asleep. Yet as tired as I am I would’ve looked like a nodding fool so I stayed awake to prevent onlookers from gawking at me drooling.
So I thought about all the other people I’ve watched knocked out on the subway…
searched for some pictures for you:
So I think after this I’ll be forced to stay awake, besides you never know who may be snapping a picture!
Sphere: Related ContentI can't: Fashion Edition
Apr 24th
As Americans, we all are guaranteed certain civil liberties and unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. However, if that pursuit of happiness is the pursuit of spandex I will declare that there needs to be an amendment to that Declaration of Independence!
I heart American Apparel for its cute colors, stretchy fabrics made domestically, and its edgy appeal. I hate American Apparel for some of the same reasons, namely for its spandex. Don’t get me wrong..I think the lycra stretch pants are dope, and the magenta nylon tricot pants make me ticklish on the inside (TOTI), however, all fabrics are not created equal.
I refuse to believe that all body types and spandex mix. They don’t. If the spandex don’t fit, stop wearing that sh#t! Also note that being super skinny doesn’t automatically qualify you to be America’s Next Top Lycra Goddess.
Vent over.
Sphere: Related ContentI cannot sleep (at least I should not sleep)
Apr 16th
Seriously! After several conversations with friends I find myself continuously making the same statement, “I sleep too much.” With school, work, motherhood and the scattered remnants of what was once a social life I find myself exhausted at the end of the day. I reward myself with sleep, normally about 6-7 hours of slumber to counteract the day’s grind. Yet, I awake with a laundry list of things to do or that could’ve, would’ve, should’ve been completed yesterday and have subsequently landed on today’s already jammed list. The sole conclusion is that had I pushed myself to stay up just a while longer I would be able to accomplish much more. By no means am I comfortable with complacency and refuse to be stagnant. I am not where I need to be, and in an effort to give myself credit I acknowledge that I am not where I was. However, in order to reach new heights I need to jump. Starting now, I am jumping towards my destiny, will you?
Gran.
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