Sunday, February 10, 2008

GIVE KANYE A BREAK!
All I have to say is... whoever cut off Kanye West before he got a chance to pay respect to his mother is just... tasteless. There are so many people you could have cut-off. And yes Mr. West is known for abusing his time with no so well thought out statements but geez. Can moms get her time too? Damn.


And Usher is the whackest ever for making that horrible comment in regards to Kanye. Is Usher even relevant anymore? Either way, even if he does come out with an album of any importance, Usher Raymond the IV will always be gay, whack and the WHACKEST.

Yes, that made perfect sense to me.


But...


I thought this was dope. Especially Daft Punk.







"Go ahead, go nuts go APE Shit...."
Ok.


I'm not crazy. I'm really not.


Well, maybe I am. I feel like I am though. Why?


Because its been a month and some change since my homie Keith passed and for some reason I still can't wrap my mind around it. It absloutely mind boggling. After talking to a couple of my Wondaland Arts peeps, especially my conversation with Emily. I have found that my reaction has a lot to do with deep seeded issues that I need to confront.

A serious self evaluation needs to be made. For me writing my words out helps to sort various things out and so this shall be my first step. Publicly. Who cares though, right?

I don't know. For me, the hardest thing to really understand is how life somehow goes on. I have heard time and time again, that life goes on. But when dealing with actual life and death. The statement changes meaning. In my mind I am consistently asking the powers that be, "What do you mean life just goes on?" "How does that work?" "How is that fair?" & most of all "How is that humane?"

The fact that you can just die and life can simply just go on is whack [the first word that came to mind]. It is whack to the millionth power. Keith dies and everyone is Soul II Soul.... "back to life, back to reality."


Wow. Just typing that very thought makes me flustered. Extremly unreal.


SO.... bear with me. There is a point.


Harsh realizations like the fact that life goes on has got me into a deep thought process. If life goes on for other people after we depart this world. Then we must do something to be remembered long after we are gone. If we don't we are just fading memories only valid in the lives of those that really knew us. I might be next. Don't ask me why I think that. But I do. Who knew that Keith was going to leave so damn early. I could very well be next. Then what?

I told you I might be crazy.

What are people going to say about me? The sad thing is I really don't know. And that bothers me. I would like to know that when I lay my head down to rest in peace I will have touched the masses, created a legacy and made my loved ones proud.

I try not to vocalize these fears because everyone around me has experienced death in one way or another and some even worst but this was my first real experience. And I do not look forward to anymore. To say these things out loud to people feels like I am whining. Like someone in the crowd will randomly tell me to shut the hell up because life goes on. Deal with it.

I'm trying to.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008




Dear Sherri Shepherd,

On behalf of intelligent black women everywhere, I would like to say shut the hell up. Really, just shut the hell up. Everytime you open that giant gaping hole you call a mouth, you take black women in television back to square one. You really show what social promotion can do to a child have a successful chance of becoming a productive part of society. That which you are not. If you didn't know that the planet you live on was round, then I really question the ethics in letting you pass elementary school. At first I wanted to blame Barbara Walter for putting you on the air, embarassing the rest of us like that. [Thank God, for Whoopi Goldberg.] But I can't blame Ms. Walters. No one is responsible for anyone being that damn dumb. I just can't wrap my mind around. Kind of like I can't wrap my mind that you would go on national television and not only admit you don't vote but that your only reason you are voting this year is because you didn't want to be left out of the discussion for the next year. You didn't even know it was 4 years. Nevermind that fact that countless black people fought, suffered and lost their lives for the right to vote. I guess for your sake we can argue that they also fought for the right to choose, but I would bet a pretty penny that you are not that deep. Really, a great idea for our economy is to apply a stupid tax. If you are stupid then you should get taxed. Simple.


I can't even enjoy Whoopi and Joy because of you. I can't even dislike Elizabeth as much because I so busy detesting you.

Please get off my television set and go back to the meaningless exsistence you came from. Please.


I thank you in advance.

A.Jo