tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135828692011-07-28T07:31:55.637-05:00Random musings from a somewhat bourgeois, pseudo-elitist, quasi-militant intellectual.AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-60684869392248323202009-04-20T10:36:00.003-05:002009-04-20T10:57:59.769-05:00

I'm not normally one to panic. I'm usually the one to whom other panicked people turn, the one who talks people down from the ledge (mentally and emotionally speaking). In another life, I probably would have made a good psychotherapist, but I don't feel like going through the mental calisthenics at this stage of the game.But now? I'm in pure panic mode.I am embarking upon a rather radical career

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-53053642877594764362009-04-12T16:40:00.003-05:002009-04-12T17:10:59.217-05:00

YES!! YES!!I MADE IT!!40 days of no sugar, no caffeine, and scrutinizing labels like they were running out of ink...is over! I made it! And it's Easter! It's rather appropriate, since Lent has caused a resurrection of a newer, healthier, self.I had dinner with my aunt today and she commented on my weight loss...and on my extra red hair (I tried a different shade and it looked decent in my

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Before I start: I have 18 more days left until Easter! Which is the end of Lent. Which means that I have stuck out 22 days of no sugar and no caffeine. YAY ME! *happy dance* Since my initial symptoms (headache, irritability, etc.) have gone away, there hasn't been much to say about my Lenten sacrifice...which is why I've been so quiet. Why bore you unnecessarily?I'm also noticing more weight

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-77270633860739397022009-03-12T13:21:00.002-05:002009-03-12T13:36:40.104-05:00

It's been a few days since I've posted, but that's mainly because I've not had anything newsworthy to post.I'm currently on day 16 of the sugar- and caffeine-free diet. I'm doing well, and other than a critical mass of facial breakouts, things are rolling smoothly toward the 40-day mark. I'm almost halfway there...WOW! As for the facial breakouts, I guess that I've had so much sugar in my system

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-81963267794084068872009-03-02T22:48:00.005-05:002009-03-02T23:01:58.866-05:00

Okay...I think I've hit a detox snag.For the past couple of nights, I've not been sleeping well. The first night, I just put it off as an isolated incident. But when it happened the second night (last night), I figured that it was related to the sugar and caffeine detox.I looked it up on some websites and it seems that too much sleep, instead of not enough sleep is a result of the detox. Hmmph.

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-24412289217936426332009-03-01T19:55:00.002-05:002009-03-01T20:17:22.455-05:00

Yesterday was uneventful; so uneventful that I forgot to blog!The headaches are pretty much gone (yay!).Tonight I still craved cookies, and now I'm craving egg rolls. Maybe it's because I'm watching the marathon of America's Next Top Model and they are now overseas in Shanghai, China. :D Still, I'm debating on retrieving a Chinese food menu from my kitchen drawer and ordering...the only thing

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-67845813111987652172009-02-27T20:20:00.004-05:002009-02-27T20:26:12.809-05:00

Day 3 was going well, until a few minutes ago. I had an overwhelming craving for something sweet...a cookie. A chocolate cookie. My favorite butter cookies with an overlay of dark chocolate on top. Like the kind that are sitting WAAAY in the back of my pantry, where I shoved them before I began this Lenten detox.(Must...stay...strong...)Instead, I ran and grabbed a handful of strawberries.*sigh*

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Alrighty...it's day 2 of my giving up sugar for Lent. And guess what? Since I like to drink black tea (lots of caffeine!) with lots of sugar, I kind of gave up caffeine by default.Maybe I should have thought this through a bit more. *sigh*Oh well...it's done, and it'll do me some good.So far, I'm not experiencing any of the horror stories I've read about sugar and/or caffeine detox. I was a bit

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-48895712047497182082009-02-25T13:51:00.003-05:002009-02-25T14:10:08.090-05:00

While grocery shopping the other day, I had the bright idea that I should give up something for Lent. Mind you, I'm not Catholic nor do I play one on TV, but perhaps attending Mardi Gras parties and seeing the Mardi Gras-themed items in stores had an influence. After a bit of deliberation, I decided that I should give up sugar for Lent.What was I smoking?If you don't know, now you know: I am a

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-895833854881989362009-02-13T18:24:00.006-05:002009-02-13T18:35:47.675-05:00

Today, I was running errands and saw some things that hurt my heart. As we get ever closer to the commercial pimpstrosity that is Valentine's Day, I have to implore my fellow women to do one simple thing that will make a world of difference.Shave. Your. Face.Seriously, y'all...I saw three (count 'em) women with mustaches to rival Adolf Hitler's and five o'clock shadows (at 11:30 in the morning).

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-46757420600425166172009-02-04T13:25:00.003-05:002009-02-04T14:05:43.674-05:00

Unless you've been living under a rock for the past week or so, then you already know about the woman who gave birth to octuplets via in vitro fertilization (IVF)--even though she already had six children.The birth has raised a storm of drama and controversy, among them:--why did this woman want even one more child, when she's living at home with her parents and unemployed?--what doctor was crazy

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-11884241451120764472009-02-02T09:59:00.002-05:002009-02-02T10:26:02.396-05:00

I really must move to Seattle...so many interesting things show up in the Emerald City's newspapers.Like this tidbit from columnist Jerry Large, talking about a book that is causing a slow controversy: Leadership 101 for White Men: How to Work Successfully with Black Colleagues and Customers by Chuck Shelton.According to Shelton, white men make up most of the executive leadership in this country

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-91810482546057098102009-01-29T12:57:00.003-05:002009-01-29T13:05:51.851-05:00

I went to use the restroom today and received a sight that gave me the heebie jeebies: a stray pubic hair on the toilet seat.Now, I know that not everyone uses a toilet seat cover, even when they are available (which they are not, unfortunately, in this building bathroom). I also know that we all cannot control the shedding of body hair, regardless of body parts or areas. But really: am I the

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In previous posts, I've mentioned the general bootleggedness of the area commuter public transit system. Well, it's being taken to another level.Like a lot of people these days, I hardly carry cash and prefer to do my financial transactions electronically. When there was an actual customer service building, I would use my debit card to buy my monthly pass. On the passenger bus, there is no such

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-21816764872747591582009-01-29T12:21:00.002-05:002009-01-29T12:37:38.085-05:00

The corn industry took a hit to their "we're not trying to poison you with corn syrup sweeteners" campaign today. Word on the curb is that while it's lovely that corn syrup is all natural and is fine in moderation (*snicker*), it now contains another, more serious threat: mercury.Yes, that mercury. You know, that silvery stuff that used to be in old-school, non-digital thermometers. The metal

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-30922706182960606872009-01-28T13:24:00.003-05:002009-01-28T13:53:18.209-05:00

The latest "gotta have" for the upper-class baby crew: A Beaba Babycook.What is this, you might ask? Well basically, it's an upscale food processor. The BB's claim to fame is that it not only purees the food, but it cooks it too! It steam cooks foods for 15 minutes to preserve nutrients and flavors, then purees it so that you have baby food.Okay. Work with me for a minute.Now I have neither

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Attention, K-Mart shoppers! And Nordstrom shoppers. And Macy's shoppers. And Marks & Sparks, H&M, and Harrod's shoppers (for my international heads).You no longer have to feel guilty about maxing out your credit cards, spending your grocery/gas/rent or mortgage/utility money on clothes, shoes, jewelry, and the like. You don't have to feel ashamed of taking full advantage of all the deep sales

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-30847490261891955622009-01-27T10:45:00.002-05:002009-01-27T11:04:40.882-05:00

I do love the news; it gives a whole new meaning to "truth is stranger than fiction."Apparently, outsourcing is not just for IT anymore. Jack-in-the-Box, a popular fast food chain based in San Diego, CA, is doing a test run to outsource its drive-through orders. Yes, you read that correctly.Basically, if you happen to be in Charlotte, NC and have a hankering for a Big Jack hamburger, you can

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-30719083795989374752009-01-26T09:59:00.002-05:002009-01-26T10:13:47.335-05:00

Okay...I'm still trying to wrap my mind around this, so forgive me if I'm not as articulate as usual.The government of Iceland just quit. As in, they rolled out. Raised up. Got the hell on.WTF?!Apparently, the party in charge--the Independence Party--did not work well with the rival Social Democrat party. The SDs wanted to run the whole shebang, but the IP wasn't having it. So the IP--in the

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-50790738596564308022009-01-25T15:18:00.002-05:002009-01-25T15:43:52.384-05:00

My latest guilty pleasures come via VH1, which is usually known for nonstop music videos (like MTV for the older folks). But in recent years they've added some reality shows that are actually quite entertaining.As noted in previous posts, I'm digging Tool Academy. They aired a new episode today and I wasn't surprised at the guy who got booted. I never saw him becoming a non-tool at this stage

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-69438557467994372282009-01-25T14:56:00.003-05:002009-01-25T15:18:15.877-05:00

After almost a year-long hiatus, I was encouraged (read: nagged to distraction) by a former classmate to re-up, since a whole bunch of folks from my alma mater had found their way to a very popular social network, which is basically Internet crack. The catalyst was seeing someone on the Food Network who looked awfully like a guy who graduated a couple of years ahead of me; upon receiving

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-62796431193987828932009-01-23T10:27:00.005-05:002009-01-23T11:07:50.527-05:00

Two recent events have had me reaching for a bottle of B**ch Be Gone.The first was the hissy fit thrown by the Black Artists Association. Why? Because Michelle Obama did not wear any clothes by black designers during the inauguration events. Apparently, black designers (via their spokesperson, Amnau Eele) felt that since First Lady Obama wore outfits by a Latina designer and an Asian designer,

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-43465490536903322822009-01-18T12:55:00.004-05:002009-01-18T13:57:24.522-05:00

While flipping channels, I came across Tool Academy, the latest VH1 reality show. And unexpectedly got schooled.The Tool Academy is hilarious yet sincere: it brings together nine guys, in their early 20s, who were deemed by their girlfriends to be some of the biggest arses (or "tools") walking. You know: flirting with everything with two (preferably exposed) breasts, lying, obnoxious behavior,

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-89328163830558004462009-01-16T10:19:00.002-05:002009-01-16T10:29:15.386-05:00

On my new job, there are a bunch of plants in my office space, which I love. Unfortunately, the office was closed for about a week and a half (before I started here) for the Christmas and New Year holidays and the plants didn't get watered. When I started, I plucked off the dead leaves and gave them all a good watering.One plant in particular concerned me. It is a pothos plant, also known as a

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-75448552230930977772009-01-15T15:25:00.002-05:002009-01-15T15:33:56.794-05:00

I first received a copy of Kitty and the Midnight Hour by Carrie Vaughn at the 2005 (?) Book Expo of America. I was hooked and impatiently waited for the next installment.Fast foward 4 (or 5) years later and Kitty Norville (by virtue of Ms. Vaughn) is still going strong. Her latest book, Kitty and the Dead Man's Hand, is due for release on January 17, 2009. To follow is Kitty Raises Hell.If you

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-75523636063200353832009-01-15T09:09:00.002-05:002009-01-15T09:30:26.611-05:00

Y'all, I know it's relatively early for a blog from me (especially on a weekday), but I had to get this off my chest.This morning, I'm on the "Wait Bus", waiting for my bus to arrive.(yes, this transit agency has passengers waiting on a bus--which is BEYOND bootleg--because the actual wait room/customer service center is still not finished...but that's a whole 'nother story)Also on this bus is

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-27282354373560842202009-01-14T20:34:00.005-05:002009-01-15T09:09:14.248-05:00

One of the things I miss about living up north is that: those who take public transportation to and from work understand the value of silence.Here in the south, you can tell that folks don't really get into the groove of pub trans, and thus aren't digging on some of the unspoken etiquette rules of the morning commute. They especially are ignorant of the Golden Rule of Morning Commutes on Public

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-13933107527128633482009-01-08T11:51:00.005-05:002009-01-08T12:12:50.764-05:00

I read this hilarious (yet pathetic) article in the Seattle Times newspaper today.Divorcing Husband Wants Kidney BackApparently, this guy gave his wife a kidney when they were still married and in love and everything. Now that they are going through a divorce, he wants his kidney back. And here's the best part: he's put a value of $1.5 million on the donated kidney.I can't make this stuff up.Of

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-36034595627667393752009-01-08T00:51:00.004-05:002009-01-08T01:09:41.477-05:00

Y'all,Original basic cable programming is the new hotness. And no one does it better than USA and TNT.USA is really coming correct in the new millenium. I love me some Burn Notice, and In Plain Sight eventually grew on me. I've already sung the praises of House, MD and NCIS in a previous post. And the franchises (Law & Order SVU and Criminal Intent) are good to watch; Vincent D'Onfrio is THE

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-19482920489978997762009-01-07T23:41:00.006-05:002009-01-08T00:14:41.773-05:00

I'm getting hooked on the Food Network. I love to cook, and I like finding new recipes to try (I like how the recipes are listed for each episode of a show, and you can save, print, and/or email them). I am my best test kitchen, although sometimes I have to take it to the masses sooner than planned (like the jambalaya I made for my contribution to Christmas dinner. Who knew that cayenne pepper

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Hi there!Happy New Year!Okay...I logged into Blogger and saw that my last post was July 23, 2008. Which is a shame because I've had so many thoughts running through my head, and you probably would have enjoyed them (if nothing else but to shake your head and think, "maybe she should get some medication."In this new year, I am going to make a greater effort to avail you of my brain droppings (c)

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-78086060496314184092008-07-23T18:37:00.002-05:002008-07-23T20:13:23.698-05:00

I joined an alumni site of my old high school a couple of months ago. At first, it was cool: a trip back down memory lane, reconnecting with some people I haven't seen in many moons and who, upon further thought, I wouldn't mind the reconnection.Then there are the bible-thumping idiots who are ruining the site. (yeah, I said it).My hometown is heavily religious. Churches abound and Christianity

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-69620912022762145842008-07-08T15:30:00.002-05:002008-07-08T16:25:21.467-05:00

I'm home for an extended visit, and the adage is indeed true: you can't cross the same river twice because at the point where you crossed, it's not the same river and you're not the same (wo)man.*drops $20 in the collection plate*Truer words were never spoken.I've been gone a long time: 11 years and some change, to be exact. And I would expect that some changes would occur: new buildings,

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-18888009536843821032008-07-08T09:55:00.004-05:002008-07-08T10:59:45.130-05:00

It's official: having meat on your bones is the new black.For those that beg to differ: have you seen clothing stores lately? Being petite is not the hotness. Petite Sophisticate (R.I.P.) closed its doors a few years ago. Cacique, which used to be my favorite lingerie store, made a change and now caters exclusively to full-figured women.For those of you who have felt shunned by stores in the

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-33444549685472168612008-06-20T13:15:00.002-05:002008-06-20T13:31:58.457-05:00

For those of you who are uninformed, I also do technical writing. I get emails and phone calls from recruiters all over the country for jobs...well, all over the country. They pull my contact info from the IT resume databases that are online, shoot me an email and/or give me a call, and hope for the best.Within the past four hours I have received three emails for the same position, each one more

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-68749435441783126572008-06-19T14:38:00.003-05:002008-06-19T14:59:49.696-05:00

"Advertising tells you what's wrong with you, and then tells you how to cure it."--"I'm Still Waiting" by Colin Channer, Got To Be Real (anthology)Back on the food thing again: as I walked through the grocery store in a sticker shock-induced fog, I did notice some of the oddest things. I've seen some of these things before but, in the grand scheme of things, I had to ask myself: WHY? Who thought

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-47113855188357927772008-06-19T14:15:00.003-05:002008-06-19T14:38:14.303-05:00

...and you know it's never funnywhen you're shoes are run throughand there's a rumble in your tummy...--Neneh Cherry, "Buffalo Stance"I'd heard about the drastic changes in food prices as a result of the unholy combination of spiked gas prices, severe global weather patterns, and the (still unspoken) recession of the US economy. I had been blissfully ignorant until I went to the store today and

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-46107381027680448312008-06-19T14:08:00.002-05:002008-06-19T14:14:50.516-05:00

I've been writing and rewriting my response for the past ten minutes but no matter how I say it, I'm going to ruffle some feathers. But what else is new? :D ****DISCLAIMER: the views expressed here are solely those of my somewhat bougie, pseudo-elitist, quasi-militant, bluntly outspoken self.***** I graduated from a PWI (predominately white institution) and if I had to do it all over again, I

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Father, help your childrenAnd don't let them fall by the sideOf the road... ---Commodores, "Jesus is Love" I recently visited the graves of my grandparents, who are buried in Glenview Cemetery in Durham. Unfortunately, I had an unwitting soundtrack to my homage, courtesy of whomever lived behind the trees that bordered the cemetery. It's kinda hard to commune with one's ancestors to the tunes

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-53486127019176886952008-06-19T14:06:00.001-05:002008-06-19T14:06:50.167-05:00

This past weekend, I attended my first Old School Alumni Weekend. I didn't go to all of the events, just the basketball game and the cookout. Still, those two events were enough for me. I wasn't sure what to expect: after all, there were schools other than Hillside being targeted in the alumni population. Still, I did want to see what some of the hype was about, and why this event has been a

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-85648550495476446402008-06-19T13:56:00.003-05:002008-06-19T14:04:47.093-05:00

Back in the day, when I was youngI'm not a kid anymoreBut some days, I sit and wish I was a kid again... -- Dred Scott, "Back In the Day" All this nostalgia has a sister thinking on how it was, how it is, and how it may be. I recently turned 35 in April. 35. 3-5. Five years from 40. Wow. As I reflect on how I've grown and matured (physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually), I have to

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-29843770396622757332007-03-11T15:18:00.000-05:002007-03-11T15:19:26.827-05:00

As life progresses, we grow (hopefully). This usually includes the mastering of old lessons in preparation for new ones; new challenges; new levels of faith.When you go to another level in your life, it is necessary to leave some people behind. Not because they did you dirty or are bad people, but because they just are not going the same way you are. Likewise for places and things. It's a sad

AfroSaxonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03015899545905838714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13582869.post-90199710766283374402007-03-11T14:28:00.000-05:002007-03-11T14:30:32.086-05:00

Last night I watched the HBO debut of Life Support, the movie with Queen Latifah in which she stars as Anna, a woman living with HIV, and her subsequent community activisim and dealing with her personal demons as a result of said illness (and the events that led up to it).It was a pretty good flick, even if it was only one hour. The movie was produced by Jamie Foxx, and I was glad to see his name

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We are kicking it off early, thanks to singer Monica. While she goes through her hood rat phase (at least, we hope it's a phase), she continues to keep it "real" (*rolling eyes*) as she promotes her latest single, "Sideline Ho."(Y'all, I can't make this stuff up. Truth is sho'nuff stranger than fiction!).Anywho...yes, you too can have your triflingness immortalized for posterity. Just enter the "

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As you can see from my last entry, it's been a year and some change since I used this blog. I've been doing a lot of blogging on MySpace. The control freak in me likes the restricted audience, etc. Keep in mind that I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my s**t. My thoughts, somewhat twisted though they may be, are still my thoughts. Anyone who doesn't believe that the mind is a powerful thing

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I was invited by my friend Butta to the listening party for Juvenile's upcoming release, Reality Check. Hey...free food and libations? I'm widdit! Plus, the event was listed as being sponsored by Washington National Liquors, so I knew it was gonna be pure comedy.Attending this event made me realize how short my fuse is, the older I get.First off...I almost cursed out the security guard at the

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The final installment of the music trifecta of the past week was Geno Young at Takoma Station. As I mentioned in part 2, he did a cameo in W. Ellington Felton's portion of the show at the Black Cat on Saturday night.Y'all...this Dallas brother can SANG!Dub Ell was the DJ and host for this event (Cotton Club Sundays). He did "Admit It" and an organic freestyle song that included the bassist from

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Saturday night I took an impromptu journey to the Black Cat Club to hear W. Ellington Felton (Dub Ell to those in the know) and Eric Roberson. I 'm a fan of Dub Ell, but had never heard of Eric Roberson, so I decided to roll.Oh...my...Gawd...Becky!First off, let me say how I enjoyed the positive atmosphere of the Black Cat (well, where I was, anyway LOL). Not much smoke, people were chill,

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My soul must have been crying out for some TRUE music, because I have been reveling in pure artistry within the past week. These people have brought back the days when people could SANG (not just sing), and it was all about the first instrument and not about how many rap collaborations and sampling can fit on an album. I'm going to break it down into three parts. Wanna hear it? Here it go!

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I've had the most...interesting 48 hours, and it's all due to the Internet.I am a member of a rather popular, DC-area message board. On this board are many club promoters who do events at popular watering holes in Washington, DC (I shall not name said watering holes because then said promoters would be instantly recognized. But I digress.). Well...last Tuesday, at the Heather Headley listening

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Saturday night I went to Republic Gardens. Mind you, I have not been since before it closed down...and that was a LONG time ago. So I was interested to see what the flavor was like now.I was underwhelmed.I was on the guest list, so I didn't have to pay to get in (yay!) and someone bought me a beverage (double yay), so my out-of-pocket expenses were nil. I got to see some good folks, always a

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As I meander the streets of DC, I keep stumbling across these Potbelly Sandwiches spots. Are they the CVS of sandwiches? There seems to be one on every corner (ironically, not far from a CVS). Now all you DC metro heads: what is the hype about Potbelly? Someone once said that their sandwiches are *gasp* BETTER than Quizno's. Say it isn't so!I must taste one of these alleged culinary wonders one

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My first venture back into the DC metro club scene in over five years...I attended a Stockholm1976 party on 18th & K (Kolumbia Cafe, I think, was the venue) on Friday, Sept. 14. It was thrown by the son of the woman who is a big dog at Sista 2 Sista magazine. I am skeptical about clubbing in general, since I tend to get extremely irritated by drunken crowds, but some cohorts raved about the

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