Thursday, January 29, 2009

She Started With All the Advantages

It came whispering from the springs of the still-swaying rocking-horse, and even the horse, bending his wooden, champing head, heard it. The big doll, sitting so pink and smirking in her new pram, could hear it quite plainly, and seemed to be smirking all the more self-consciously because of it. The foolish puppy, too, that took the place of the teddy-bear, he was looking so extraordinarily foolish for no other reason but that he heard the secret whisper all over the house: "There must be more money!"

Yet nobody ever said it aloud. The whisper was everywhere, and therefore no one spoke it. Just as no one ever says: "We are breathing!" in spite of the fact that breath is coming and going all the time.

"The Rocking-Horse Winner," D.H. Lawrence

Tuesday, January 27, 2009


This is the kind of shit that makes me fucking holler. The GOP fucks who oppose the funding for family planning for low-income people -- not just women, but men, too, you narrow-minded assclowns -- in the craven hope that it makes them look more serious about fixing the economy...? What the hell? You know what really helps tank an economy? A bunch of people who can't provide medical support or food to the children they have because they don't have access to the information or resources that family planning professionals provide!

Friday, January 23, 2009


During this one, I was watching 30 Rock. I didn't move, and neither did the cat.

To be fair, we're both fat-ass lazy sons-of-bitches who'll probably have to be dragged to safety when the Big One hits.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

More Shit I Don't Care About

These two knuckleheads put me to sleep like a glass of warm milk. Ugh. You can't tell me that accolades these two draw (they both got nominated? Thefuckouttahere) is due to anything other than wanting to see this chick on the red carpet. We have some national sickness that only be cured by talking about this boring-ass couple ad infinitum, apparently.

I respect the humanitarian work they do, really I do. But seriously, America. Can we retire these two for a fucking minute?

Jugo, who's at work at 5:30, along with the rest of Hollywood

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

It's Your Thing...Do What Ya Wanna Do

I spent the bulk of yesterday desperately searching for an Obama t-shirt to wear to work today. I came away from Leimert Park with some fly Obama knee-highs and a t-shirt that proudly proclaims him to the "The H.N.I.C" but nothing work-appropriate. So I made inauguration cupcakes and brought those in, instead. I also brought in my magnetic dress-up Obama doll.*

The publisher invited everyone in to his office to watch the ceremony. Everyone raced in, anxious lest we miss a moment. And that speech! I generally like to consume those kinds of moment in private: I don't like the commentary or reaction of others to affect my response. But it felt so right to be with people as our new president called on us to do more, to work harder, be better. I don't know. I'm fresh out of cynicism right now. I do feel surrounded by hope and promise. I do.

*courtesy of the Miniature Ranch-hands, Teri and Todd!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Just Some Stuff

I'll be heading out shortly to Leimert Park to celebrate King's birthday. When I get back, hopefully I'll have a report and also a renewed sense of purpose from being around some conscious POC all day.

In the meantime, someone remind me to talk about the following at some point in the future:

  • why I have to stop eating shrimp
  • learning the phrase "making knuckle children" as a euphemism for female masturbation (I've been in the belly of the internet beast this holiday weekend, family, and I barely made it out with my life)
  • discovering that Heather Headley has a song called "The Past Is Another Land," which is precisely the kind of bootleg rumination that gives nu-soul a bad name and I don't give a shit how good that song is, that title is shit

Friday, January 16, 2009

If Only

Only two of y'all will care about this, but those two of you will care so very much. Barack and his administration presented in A West Wing-stylee:


courtesy of your man, Orlando!

charming, but mildly NSFW

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Their Stupid Fucking Who Cares Baby

When it comes to recaps and reviews of stuff I am never gonna watch, I trust two people: AdmiralNeck and Gabe.

"Gossip Girl"

It's time to read Bart Bass's will. Lilly won't be there because she is in Boston with Rufus trying to track down their secret monster adoption nightmare. But Chuck has asked Blair to go with him, and the mysterious new character Uncle Jack will be there, of course. Oh, and here we go, Nate shows up at the last second because he figured Chuck could use "backup." Backup? Take it easy, T.J. McCabe. Besides, if Chuck ever needed backup it was probably last week when he almost fell to his death from the roof of a burlesque club, but OK, you thought he needed backup.

Quickly, Uncle Jack is made Chuck's legal guardian. Wait. I'm no lawyer, but I feel like the reading of a will is a very specific legal procedure, while the state's assignment of legal guardianship to teenagers is a completely separate issue. Then again, when Chuck and Uncle Jack are negotiating the rules of their relationship and Chuck asks "can girls sleep over at night?" Uncle Jack does make an awesome "yes, please," joke that hasn't been this funny since Austin Powers, so, you know, sustained. Recess. Put him in charge of all the children, and then put me in charge of all the mouth guns. (Mouth guns?) So, the board retains 29% of Bass Industries and Lilly gets a 20% stake in the company, but as Uncle Jack points out "that still leaves 51%, that's the controlling interest." Math lesson! This show is for toddlers.

If 2008 gave us nothing else (and it didn't), at least it gave us videogum.

When it comes to shit I have seen, I like to defer to Reggie Eggert at FiyaStarter, because no one else cares about 'Dat Nu like he does (and I do).

"The Day The Earth Stood Still"

Take that, Will Smith!

The only person with more clutch saves over the last decade than Keanu Reeves is Mariano Rivera. The Day the Earth Stood Still, a vastly superior remake of the 1950s B-movie, is Dat ‘Nu’s greatest cinematic achievement. Everything about this film plays to his greatest strengths.

As Klaatu, an alien being sent to destroy mankind before it completely destroys the Earth, Keanu is able to employ his natural stoicism, monotone speech and deadpan delivery.

Moreover, he gets to save the world again. It’s the part he was born to play, and he gives the performance of a lifetime. In my opinion, the Oscar race for male lead is done. Of course he won’t get it, because of politics and all, but Denzel didn’t win for Malcolm X either.

Lord Jesus! Why are these people trying to give me a heart attack? Why must I cry? Why?

Sunday, January 11, 2009

That Fucking Cat

I was just talking to Orlando about how one of VC's cats is about to bust a move on a beatdown courtesy of yours truly, and it occurred to me that, without fail, every time VC leaves town, that damn cat (not the fat, sleepy, aw-shucks one that is full of love, but the skinny maniac that hates me) pulls out every last stop in her quest to make me crazy. That cat makes me lose my mind. I have threatened:

  • to exercise the nuclear option on that fucking cat
  • to go high plains drifter on that fucking cat
  • to krav maga that fucking cat
  • to tie that fucking cat to a recumbent bike and push it into the ocean
Yeah, I know that last one doesn't make any sense. That is how much that fucking cat messes with my mind! I can't find my water gun anywhere. I bet that fucking cat threw it off the balcony.

Thursday, January 08, 2009


Hmmmm. Let the record show that I was watching "The Changeling" when this one hit. I didn't bother getting out of bed.

Let's Go Down to the River

Check out my girl, AB! Don't be mad because your friends don't got the fire like that. These images are from some photo shoot she did at a friend's salon.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

All of These Folks Are Smarterer Than Me

But I recognize that, and I'm ok with it.

Thank God for ding over at bitchphd, who has pointed me to the following two articles, which are thought-provoking individually, but even more so when read in concert.

Listen, bitches: I know that some of y'all made resolutions about being more engaged in 2009, so why not take a minute and engage the next 20 minutes of your time in the following?

"American Girl," by Ta-Nehisi Coates

There has been much chatter about Barack Obama as the answer to America’s racial gap, as a biracial black man whose roots stretch from Hawaii to Kenya, with an Ivy League pedigree and the seal of the South Side. But he is not the only one entering the White House who has seen both sides, who intuitively grasps the heroic American narrative of work ethic and family, and how that narrative historically failed black people. He is not the only one who walks in both worlds. Indeed, if you’re looking for a bridge, if you’re looking for someone to connect the heart of black America with the heart of all of America, to allow us all to look at the American dream in the same way, if you’re looking for common ground, then it’s true, we should be talking about Obama. But we should make sure we’re talking about the right one.

"Queering Black Politics: Reconsidering the Black Single Mother Argument," by the black scientist

I’d like to dialogue about what I perceive to be the problem of discussing black politics and “black issues” as though black people are one homogenous group with identical desires, family structures, and ideals. Black politics are not white politics in blackface. The old habit of acting as though black life is a poorer colored version of middle class white life has never been appropriate and it certainly is not now. The thing is, the American family is becoming increasingly queer. And this applies not only to the black family — although that’s primarily what I’ll be referring to in this post — but to families across racial groups. We are still having conversations about issues as though the Eurocentric “ideal” of the nuclear family is the norm and the model, and it is not. We have to accept that different family structures exist, are prevalent, and do work, and confront the fact that the discourse and policy propagated by the nation-state make it extremely difficult for queer families to survive.