Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Sunshine Monologue 157

Playing My Instrument - Making My Own Band

Blog Musical Mood: Celebrating Phyllis Hyman this Morning

How in the world are yah?! I think this is the longest I've went without blogging. I was soo missing it...really. I've been journaling - but there is something about projecting outward that I was missing. So yes this might be a bit longer than usual (breaking a coupla of blog rules) but these past couple of days have been chocked full of good stuff.

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  This weekend marked the Honda Battle of the Bands at the Georgia Dome. 10 Schools - 10 drumlines - 4 hours of the best of black colleges and universities. Having grown up in the South, this is like Tractor Pulling for Keeblers, lol. We come out! 70,000 strong! (well okay maybe 68,000 of us and 2,000 other). I took Mini-me and her friend. We had pretty good seats as well. We could see the field good, or we could just turn around and watch the jumbotron. Now of course out of said 68.000 - my seat was located next to....Boonquisha's....PARENTS. Which is way worse than Boonquisha herself. The pungent order of old booze, cigarettes and just old funk assaulted my nose to no end. Not to mention they had travel coffee mugs that had more Khaula than Coffee, no doubt, lol. My people! My people! Their kinfolk were in attendance as well and I have to say that along with the weave - I hope that 2006 marks the end of Negro Grunge. It was interesting in the beginning but now it's just trfiling. This unkept, I just rolled out of bed look is NOT CUTE! why are the females dressing up and the males looking like they just got out of solidary confinement is beyond me? Not to mention, if this unkept, uncombed, wrinkled clothed person was trying to talk to me, I'd be walking the other way. The dude I was sitting around actually smelled.....musty as in his clothes hadn't been washed and it was EVIDENT he got them off the floor - exactly what is this suppose to be about?
  
  Now folks know I have prejudices and an event that brings them out heavily is one like this. I'mma need the following things to cease and desist IMMEDIATELY! (1)The severly obese as front line girls i.e flag girls, majorettes etc. The entire concept that everyone should be included has messed up alot of things. There was a time where you had to 'aspire' and be 'prepared' to participate in some things. This was one of them. 140lb SOLID should be the cut-off point..sorry. (2) The we all must have weave is a bit played as well. There was a time it needed to come from your scalp. We are cute as a people with what God gave us (and I like wigs so I'm not overly tripping on this one), but it seems as if now it's about being able to swing hair. (3) Women Drum Majors - no comment (4) Fat people as live jokes - I know I know, I said I don't want them being flag girls but I also don't want them being the butt of the joke. If one more I'm 400 pounds and can do one half step negro comes out BBQ grill in hand.........



• I've begun identifying myself as a 'humorist'. Life itself offers so much fodder, there is no need to focus on anything else. My writing has evolved from journaling, a stint in erotica (basically short stories) and now blogging. However, I think my niche is in this type of writing. I mention this because the whole Newspaper column thing, I'm rethinking. Why? because it's not really my thing to speak 'to the people' in a 'what you should be doing' type manner. I live my example as opposed to columnize about it. Constantly expounding on things from a Cultural standpoint is not something I want to spend alot of time doing - I don't believe that's my mission. I'm not an activist like that. I'm wayy more introspective and among the people, who at this point KNOW what the hell they should be doing. I can hear it in the 'voice' that they would like me to be more representative of their legacy and I have to be representative of mine, no matter how non-descript it may be. I've worked so hard at standing as a separate entity that I am firm about it being accepted at this point. It's a hard place to be in because it seems (and this is just classic mother/daughter psychosis) that never overtly but subtly it just isn't.......enough, it's never quite in the right direction - - and at this point - - I'm not really entertaining that. It will cause me to close back up and keep what I got going on over here where I reside. I opened up a bit, but I feel more comfortable...to the left. So I'll be letting this marinate



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  Ahhh, I need to examine exactly what type of crack I was smoking when I decided to go back to school. I'm doing okay, running an A average in this first class - but I want to take a look at who am I doing this for? It seems as if status quo is never enough, but what if it's enough for you? Despite your bitching and moaning - you recognize that you are doing SOMETHING even if it isn't the DAMN THING. When I get this degree, what is in it for me outside of slide two of the powerpoint on the benefits of a college degree. Is it just about accomplishing something bigger than me? Will this guarantee that my child will want to go to College? Will it open any doors for me? Will it advance my mental capacity? Will this degree - just open a door to something else 'the voice' would gently nudge about? These are things I am pondering



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  His skin is so smooth, his smile so bright. I just wanna hold his hand as this warm fire engulfs us both. The place I'm in is calm coming from within - so whatever happens, I'm just a floating, so I"m sure I'll land gently



• Soo....why is Heather Headly's song playing in the recesses of my mind.....just let life unfold, I no longer have to jump through hoops. I'm walking, and no longer sitting twiddling my thumbs. If it's you they want, then they must throw caution to the wind - - because I are floating in the breeze of life and no longer want to be weighed down in the possibility - who would have thought 'possibility' was such a heavy word?

Finally......

R.I.P Sista Coretta.


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