HAPPY NEW YEAR! If your 2007 wasn't all that you wanted, needed, or expected, I still hope you were able to get at least one thing out of it. Nothing like a year spent without a single life lesson learned. One of my themes for 2007 was FOCUS. I learned that staying focused is more easily said than done, but definitely attainable. My 2008 theme? Let's Get It. Let's as in let us. You and I. Me and You. Your momma and your cousin too. Whatever goals you are setting out to reach, get it. Higher level of thinking and understanding? Get it. That home, career, education, man, woman--whatever. Get it. Its 2008. Its time to put the excuses, negative attitudes and detrimental relationships, to the side and make things happen. In the inevitable words of Outkast, Get up, Get out, and Get something. How can you make it if you never even try? Whats meant for you, will be yours and that's all there is to it. Don't make obstacles excuses.
Its 2008 and I'm feeling great. Ten days off from the day gig has served me well. So well in fact that I got a cold that had me in bed for five days. Mom said my busy schedule caught up with me and took it out on my body. Who knew positive stress still had the same effect on the body? And I thought giving a teenager a ride to the mall on Christmas Eve was the final straw. I had no business being in the mall although I took an unusually odd pleasure in watching last minute shoppers scramble for gifts while sipping on a vanilla soy decaf latte from Starcrack's. You know that stuffs addictive right? Big time.
I spent the last month of 2007 doing my part to make sure that the writings of TLA go even farther in 2008. I have been spreading my wings and networking, so I'll be sure to let you know when my work is up at HipHopDX, AHH, Rap Pages, and Scheme. I also pitched a piece to the Philadelphia City Paper, so be on the lookout for that too. It will be my first newspaper feature and I'm pretty excited. I'll be going undercover for 48 hours to complete the story so hopefully the read will be as intriguing as the topic. After its done, I'm sure you'll let me know. This news paper gig is me letting the world know that TLA isn't just Hip-Hop and R&B. I'm broadening my publication and professional horizons this year so don't be surprised at the places you'll find my work or find me working. New Years eve ended my regular schedule at the radio station but I'll still be working with the Hot Boyz here and there this year. I may even make it on the airwaves (finally) with another DJ at the station, but we'll see. I'm patient.
We'll know in a few days if Obama's is the man after the outcome of the Iowa caucuses. Although he is in the lead right now according to a poll released this morning, it going to take a little more then the backing of the big O to get Barack in the White House. In the mean time, make sure your not only registered to vote but that you actually get out and vote. Its too important.
For all my fellow 'The Wire' fans, its back. I already checked out the Season 5 premier episode and its top notch as usual. The writing, characters, and subject matter of this HBO gem make it one of the most compelling dramas on television. I already know I'm going to love this fifth and final season because one of the story lines involves the role of the media and its coverage (or lack thereof) of longstanding political, social, and economic issues that affect all of us in one way or another. The Wire isn't just another show depicting lives of the haves and have nots. Its real life, right now, with the benefit of actors to soften the blow of reality. Check it out for yourself and rent or buy prior seasons (1-4) series on DVD. You won't be disappointed.
I got the new Mary CD and I'm loving it of course. I'm loving how she is on her grown woman ish right now. I'm so feeling that these days. Lyrically, Ms. Blige is doing it for me as she always does. For those of you looking for that brown hued, honey voiced soul fix, check out Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. Jones and Dap King's tear it down 60's soul style and hit you with the old school horns reminiscent of the Earth, Wind, and Fire horn section. Yeah like that.
Until next time, its not too late to start compiling that 2008 to do list. And tomorrow isn't too early to start checking things off.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Saturday, December 1, 2007
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Cyber smack my hands for taking so long to post. Being busy doing multiple things has its drawbacks. Having just celebrated Turkey Day I've been inspired to show thanks to my readers by not hitting a forty day lapse between posts. And away we go...
Having 39 days pass between keeping you all informed about what goes on in the life and mind of a media hustler has its benefits. The inevitable forward motion of time allows the world to reveal itself and expose its beauty, wonders, accomplishments and miracles. That exposure also gives a glimpse inside its shames, injustices, and self-destructive tendencies.
A few weeks back Rev. Al led thousands on a March For Justice in Washington, DC to demand federal prosecution for hate crimes. Although hate crimes seem to be that poison for which there is no antidote, the march allowed attention, for at least one day, to be put on the powers that be to prosecute these crimes with the same voraciousness used for the Vicks, Stewarts, and Libby's of the world. Is the world ready to admit that a noose in ones office is as hurtful as a swastika spray painted on a door? Do you know how many people have been subject to harassment by noose? Thanks to my girl Phish, you can check out a visual time line right here. Sad, right?
I've got my speech coming up next week at Montgomery County Community College on the life and times of a freelance writer. I've been gathering materials and feel excited about the opportunity. I don't get nervous speaking in front of people but I do want to make sure to keep things interesting. I've also been making sure to get my connections in order because come January 2008 TLA is going to use what she got to get what she wants. And what does she want? More places for the world to see her words. Rap Pages magazine contacted me this week about some writing, so we'll see whats up with that this week. I'm meeting with my former editor and mentor this week too and he's always full of ideas. In 2008 I'm kickin in doors with out waving 44's.
Things have been going very well at the station too. I have been able to use my writing and research skills in a radio environment which has been very helpful. We've (we meaning the Hot Boyz show I work on) had Dame Dash, Jay-Z, and Frank Lucas Jr. (yup, son of the American Gangster) call in recently to the show. I did research, talking points, and questions for all three which enhanced the interview. Stumbling for questions isn't a good look when you are live on the air. Luckily for me the Hot Boyz are very good at what they do, I simply make it a little easier. We also had Omarion & Bow Wow live in the studio, along with listeners, and that was both hectic and exciting. Navigating the technical aspects of a live broadcast is no easy task. Being able to assist the engineer and the board operator with the broadcast was one of the biggest learning opportunities I've had so far. Imagine that, TLA actually learning how operate a board at a radio station? I still didn't get a nick name yet although the fellas do tend to call me Nish, which I normally hate, but don't mind so much when they say it. Maybe I'm getting softer in my younger age. Oh yeah, one little tid bit for you. According to Lucas Jr., Daddy had 769 million when he was arrested. Yeah.
Rodney King shot? Again? WTF?
This week I found out I wasn't the grand prize winner for the short story contest I entered a while back. I definitely plan on continuing to enter because its such a challenge to try and come up with a good story while also keeping it under 750 words. The contest gives you the prompt and you just go from there. The prompt for this piece was this: After years with a traveling carnival, the strong man and the bearded lady try to adjust to a normal life as a married couple.
So without further ado, here is the winning story (at least in my mind) for your reading pleasure. The word isn't out on the honorable mentions though...
Having 39 days pass between keeping you all informed about what goes on in the life and mind of a media hustler has its benefits. The inevitable forward motion of time allows the world to reveal itself and expose its beauty, wonders, accomplishments and miracles. That exposure also gives a glimpse inside its shames, injustices, and self-destructive tendencies.
A few weeks back Rev. Al led thousands on a March For Justice in Washington, DC to demand federal prosecution for hate crimes. Although hate crimes seem to be that poison for which there is no antidote, the march allowed attention, for at least one day, to be put on the powers that be to prosecute these crimes with the same voraciousness used for the Vicks, Stewarts, and Libby's of the world. Is the world ready to admit that a noose in ones office is as hurtful as a swastika spray painted on a door? Do you know how many people have been subject to harassment by noose? Thanks to my girl Phish, you can check out a visual time line right here. Sad, right?
I've got my speech coming up next week at Montgomery County Community College on the life and times of a freelance writer. I've been gathering materials and feel excited about the opportunity. I don't get nervous speaking in front of people but I do want to make sure to keep things interesting. I've also been making sure to get my connections in order because come January 2008 TLA is going to use what she got to get what she wants. And what does she want? More places for the world to see her words. Rap Pages magazine contacted me this week about some writing, so we'll see whats up with that this week. I'm meeting with my former editor and mentor this week too and he's always full of ideas. In 2008 I'm kickin in doors with out waving 44's.
Things have been going very well at the station too. I have been able to use my writing and research skills in a radio environment which has been very helpful. We've (we meaning the Hot Boyz show I work on) had Dame Dash, Jay-Z, and Frank Lucas Jr. (yup, son of the American Gangster) call in recently to the show. I did research, talking points, and questions for all three which enhanced the interview. Stumbling for questions isn't a good look when you are live on the air. Luckily for me the Hot Boyz are very good at what they do, I simply make it a little easier. We also had Omarion & Bow Wow live in the studio, along with listeners, and that was both hectic and exciting. Navigating the technical aspects of a live broadcast is no easy task. Being able to assist the engineer and the board operator with the broadcast was one of the biggest learning opportunities I've had so far. Imagine that, TLA actually learning how operate a board at a radio station? I still didn't get a nick name yet although the fellas do tend to call me Nish, which I normally hate, but don't mind so much when they say it. Maybe I'm getting softer in my younger age. Oh yeah, one little tid bit for you. According to Lucas Jr., Daddy had 769 million when he was arrested. Yeah.
Rodney King shot? Again? WTF?
This week I found out I wasn't the grand prize winner for the short story contest I entered a while back. I definitely plan on continuing to enter because its such a challenge to try and come up with a good story while also keeping it under 750 words. The contest gives you the prompt and you just go from there. The prompt for this piece was this: After years with a traveling carnival, the strong man and the bearded lady try to adjust to a normal life as a married couple.
So without further ado, here is the winning story (at least in my mind) for your reading pleasure. The word isn't out on the honorable mentions though...
On With The Show
By TLA
Mornings aren’t what they used to be. For the past eight years I’d wake up in the afternoon, brush my teeth, splash water on my face, pull my costume on, and head to the tent. Now mornings meant a routine I’ve grown to loathe. Waking up to wash, shave, and moisturize with SPF 45 isn’t my idea of starting the day with joy.
Eight months ago, which now seems like an eternity, Otto and I were still on the road performing as the main attraction for Big Bobby’s Traveling Freak Show. Over 310 days of our year were spent listening to bratty kids ooh and ahh at a woman with a beard as big as St. Nick’s. Now I get to listen to snooty suburban moms bore me to death about their monotonous lives that only seem to consist of shopping, gossiping, and wishing they could screw the gardener.
Otto found an ordinary job as a used car salesman. I think he was hired because they thought he might be able to lift a car off the lot and save them a few bucks on tows. He hasn’t really made any friends at the job yet, and I think its starting to bother him. Worrying about his frame impinging on his ability to sell schmucks an SUV is a constant topic of evening conversation. The more he asks if his size matters, the more I lie. Of course twenty-eight inch biceps aren’t weird honey. Oh no, you aren’t a mutant dear. Have another can of vanilla ‘Bulk’ my love.
One way or another, before our heads hit the pillows, we end up talking about our new lives. Sharing late night laughs about the ironic turn our lives had taken gave us plenty to put ourselves to sleep. Being considered a freak was the optimal word in our former lives. Now we had to try and live our lives around a bunch of dull normals.
Normal was the word we used to distinguish between freaks and non freaks working at Big Bobby’s. Coupling up with a normal meant there was half a chance that your children could avoid harassment.
Last year, Otto and I went to our old pal Gita’s wedding when she married a talented normal named Robert. As we danced, watching Gita swirl her hips in happiness to the hypnotic hum of Roberts’s pungi, forced us to wonder if living our lives in a bus was all there was going to be for us.
It wasn’t easy when we first arrived. Early on a Saturday morning, we pulled our rainbow colored bus into the driveway of our new home. Stepping out, we already felt the penetrating stares of the normals who’d gathered on their stoops.
“It’ll be ok Zelda. You know you’ll be beautiful to me no matter what”, he said barely breaking a sweat holding three trunks.
“Thanks love. I’m right behind you.”
After burying his lips in my weeklong growth, Otto gave a reassuring wink before heading inside. Digging in my purse, I took a deep breath, clicked the ‘on’ button, and pulled my right hand to my left cheek. Sitting on the emergency exit bumper, I took long, angry swipes all over my face until I could feel the unusual sensation of the suns warmth.
A couple of days later, Edna, my Mary Kay selling neighbor, offered to give me a free demonstration. I got my first makeover and knew I had officially crossed over. In no time, I was hosting Tupperware parties and joined the block party organizing committee. Who knew so many clubs existed in suburbia?
Now I spend my days scouring the Eastchester Gazette looking for the latest nouveau cuisine recipes to entice Otto’s beef jerky palate. Nights meant slathering my body with depilatories Edna claimed would make me ‘baby smooth’. Life has become all about perfectly coiffed hair, no fuss knits, and diet soda. Edna even started calling me her pseudo suburban carnival defector.
I would never tell Gita, but sometimes Otto and I miss our old lives. Gone are the days of having fresh funnel cake in the mornings and lying in bed at night eating leftover cotton candy. But every morning, as we stand at his and her sinks splashing ourselves with cooling gels, we know this is where we’re supposed to be. No, we aren’t the headliners any more, but every day, we still get to perform.
By TLA
Mornings aren’t what they used to be. For the past eight years I’d wake up in the afternoon, brush my teeth, splash water on my face, pull my costume on, and head to the tent. Now mornings meant a routine I’ve grown to loathe. Waking up to wash, shave, and moisturize with SPF 45 isn’t my idea of starting the day with joy.
Eight months ago, which now seems like an eternity, Otto and I were still on the road performing as the main attraction for Big Bobby’s Traveling Freak Show. Over 310 days of our year were spent listening to bratty kids ooh and ahh at a woman with a beard as big as St. Nick’s. Now I get to listen to snooty suburban moms bore me to death about their monotonous lives that only seem to consist of shopping, gossiping, and wishing they could screw the gardener.
Otto found an ordinary job as a used car salesman. I think he was hired because they thought he might be able to lift a car off the lot and save them a few bucks on tows. He hasn’t really made any friends at the job yet, and I think its starting to bother him. Worrying about his frame impinging on his ability to sell schmucks an SUV is a constant topic of evening conversation. The more he asks if his size matters, the more I lie. Of course twenty-eight inch biceps aren’t weird honey. Oh no, you aren’t a mutant dear. Have another can of vanilla ‘Bulk’ my love.
One way or another, before our heads hit the pillows, we end up talking about our new lives. Sharing late night laughs about the ironic turn our lives had taken gave us plenty to put ourselves to sleep. Being considered a freak was the optimal word in our former lives. Now we had to try and live our lives around a bunch of dull normals.
Normal was the word we used to distinguish between freaks and non freaks working at Big Bobby’s. Coupling up with a normal meant there was half a chance that your children could avoid harassment.
Last year, Otto and I went to our old pal Gita’s wedding when she married a talented normal named Robert. As we danced, watching Gita swirl her hips in happiness to the hypnotic hum of Roberts’s pungi, forced us to wonder if living our lives in a bus was all there was going to be for us.
It wasn’t easy when we first arrived. Early on a Saturday morning, we pulled our rainbow colored bus into the driveway of our new home. Stepping out, we already felt the penetrating stares of the normals who’d gathered on their stoops.
“It’ll be ok Zelda. You know you’ll be beautiful to me no matter what”, he said barely breaking a sweat holding three trunks.
“Thanks love. I’m right behind you.”
After burying his lips in my weeklong growth, Otto gave a reassuring wink before heading inside. Digging in my purse, I took a deep breath, clicked the ‘on’ button, and pulled my right hand to my left cheek. Sitting on the emergency exit bumper, I took long, angry swipes all over my face until I could feel the unusual sensation of the suns warmth.
A couple of days later, Edna, my Mary Kay selling neighbor, offered to give me a free demonstration. I got my first makeover and knew I had officially crossed over. In no time, I was hosting Tupperware parties and joined the block party organizing committee. Who knew so many clubs existed in suburbia?
Now I spend my days scouring the Eastchester Gazette looking for the latest nouveau cuisine recipes to entice Otto’s beef jerky palate. Nights meant slathering my body with depilatories Edna claimed would make me ‘baby smooth’. Life has become all about perfectly coiffed hair, no fuss knits, and diet soda. Edna even started calling me her pseudo suburban carnival defector.
I would never tell Gita, but sometimes Otto and I miss our old lives. Gone are the days of having fresh funnel cake in the mornings and lying in bed at night eating leftover cotton candy. But every morning, as we stand at his and her sinks splashing ourselves with cooling gels, we know this is where we’re supposed to be. No, we aren’t the headliners any more, but every day, we still get to perform.
Thanks for your patience. I'll be back soon. I promise. And yes, I'm a woman of my word.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Just A Lil' Bit
What's up people? I know its been a minute but a sista has been biz-zee! My only free evening is every other Tuesday and its been making it a little difficult to keep folks updated on the happenings of TLA. No apologies, but you know how it is.
During this brief hiatus I have been on my usual grind. Between the day gig, pitching pieces to mags, networking, working at the station, and squeezing in time with the fam, its been hectic. No worries though because you have my word I'll be back on TLA Writes with my usual, the new, and anything else pronto.
In the meantime, let me leave you with this. I love my fam. I've got plenty of love for my friends too. But right about now, its all about my family and this hustle. Its all about trying to do what I've set out to do--be the ultimate media hustler. This hustle means I have limited time for my usual activities like calling folks, visiting, and updating people personally on the day to day happenings of TLA. I've said this a million times before, but some recent situations have led me to repeat myself. Out of sight is never out of mind for me. Let me repeat. Out of sight is NEVER out of mind for me. Once you are in with me, you are in for life. It could be two days or two years and I always feel like the people who are down with me can pick up the phone and we can talk as we always have in the past. I definitely invite that too. Pick up my slack. Give me a call if I cross your mind. If I don't get back asap, don't take it personally and chalk it up to the grind. Its that simple.
One thing I've recognized is that not everyone is going to understand, or care to understand, what it is I'm trying to do right now. I also know that being understanding isn't everyones forte. Cool. I may lose some friends during this time and I can deal with that too. Just know that I ain't mad at anyone. Why bother with that when I can focus my energies on things that I know will benefit me and mine? I've got enough on my plate. Those that are down with TLA while I'm in hustle mode will remain. Those that aren't I won't fret. Of course I'll miss them, but when you are into letting things flow, its hard to go against the natural progression of things. That whole reason and season saying is in full effect right now.
Personal shout outs to my fam, my sis Aleana, Word S. Bond, George, Kish, and Reg for simply being you. Its most appreciated.
Until next time be easy.
PEACE
During this brief hiatus I have been on my usual grind. Between the day gig, pitching pieces to mags, networking, working at the station, and squeezing in time with the fam, its been hectic. No worries though because you have my word I'll be back on TLA Writes with my usual, the new, and anything else pronto.
In the meantime, let me leave you with this. I love my fam. I've got plenty of love for my friends too. But right about now, its all about my family and this hustle. Its all about trying to do what I've set out to do--be the ultimate media hustler. This hustle means I have limited time for my usual activities like calling folks, visiting, and updating people personally on the day to day happenings of TLA. I've said this a million times before, but some recent situations have led me to repeat myself. Out of sight is never out of mind for me. Let me repeat. Out of sight is NEVER out of mind for me. Once you are in with me, you are in for life. It could be two days or two years and I always feel like the people who are down with me can pick up the phone and we can talk as we always have in the past. I definitely invite that too. Pick up my slack. Give me a call if I cross your mind. If I don't get back asap, don't take it personally and chalk it up to the grind. Its that simple.
One thing I've recognized is that not everyone is going to understand, or care to understand, what it is I'm trying to do right now. I also know that being understanding isn't everyones forte. Cool. I may lose some friends during this time and I can deal with that too. Just know that I ain't mad at anyone. Why bother with that when I can focus my energies on things that I know will benefit me and mine? I've got enough on my plate. Those that are down with TLA while I'm in hustle mode will remain. Those that aren't I won't fret. Of course I'll miss them, but when you are into letting things flow, its hard to go against the natural progression of things. That whole reason and season saying is in full effect right now.
Personal shout outs to my fam, my sis Aleana, Word S. Bond, George, Kish, and Reg for simply being you. Its most appreciated.
Until next time be easy.
PEACE
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Hustle & Flow
I thought I would take advantage of my first free evening in over a week and just go straight crazy on this blog tonight. This week I have come across so many thought provoking items. I couldn't wait to get on and take all those reflections out all over these keys. Instead, I just want to chill. I want to kick back with some magazines, a glass of iced tea, have the TV on in the background, and chill. So that's what I'm going to do. But since I don't want to keep my readers waiting any longer, I thought I'd finally share my good news with all who have been patiently waiting to hear it.
Your girl TLA is a producer. For the past two weeks I have been 'auditioning' as an intern producer for the Hot Boyz show on Power 99 (WUSL-FM 98.9) in Philadelphia. I finally got the word that I can keep the gig for a while. The powers that be wanted to make sure that I could "gel" well with the DJ's and gelled we did. This experience has been wonderful for me thus far. I am learning to come out of my shell so to speak. Writing can be such a solitary experience. Being able to be around people all the time, interacting with callers on the phones, and having a first hand view of what it takes to put a radio show together is amazing.
What do I do as a producer? I take song requests, update the web page, give talking points to the DJ's, and research statistical information on record sales. I monitor & log equipment function and schedule & prep in studio guests. One of the most exciting things I have learned is to record and edit callers using this piece of equipment. You have no idea how much people scream, curse, and holler when they know they are going to be on the radio. What you hear is no where near what I hear preedit.
The two DJ's I work with are really cool. I feel like I am being slowly initiated into a frat as its only female member. They speak softly when I need assurance and harder when I should know better. They keep me on my toes and make me work hard. The more I accomplish, the more willing they are to teach. I love it. They are teachers that I know will become friends.
Yesterday they asked me for ideas to revamp the show. Since I am a woman with a million ideas in her head, I shared one that they seemed to like a lot. Since we were all in a sharing mood, they shared some ideas they had with me in mind. Yup, they want TLA to be on the air covering a feature. I won't divulge yet because they still need to be approved, but if all goes well you'll get to listen to the sweet melodious voice of TLA over the airwaves sooner than you think.
In the next few weeks I'm going to be speaking to a creative writing class at a college about the hustle of a freelance writer. Getting paid too. Who would have ever guessed I'd be speaking to a class of people about how to hustle words and parlay that into other avenues? Not I. The biggest thing I'm learning is that there are no limits to this writing game. The sky is the limit and when change comes, you've got to be ready. I'm not cocky enough to say I was born ready. Not yet anyway. But to bite my girl O, what I know for sure is that the blessing of my gift for words keeps opening doors and its not a coincidence. Its divine intervention working in combination with my drive and passion that's making me unstoppable.
Aight, Hip Hop Honors repeats and Time Out NY have waited long enough. I'll hold on to my thoughts and share with you next post.
Oh yeah, still haven't watched that movie, but I did catch this one . Thumbs up for sure.
Your girl TLA is a producer. For the past two weeks I have been 'auditioning' as an intern producer for the Hot Boyz show on Power 99 (WUSL-FM 98.9) in Philadelphia. I finally got the word that I can keep the gig for a while. The powers that be wanted to make sure that I could "gel" well with the DJ's and gelled we did. This experience has been wonderful for me thus far. I am learning to come out of my shell so to speak. Writing can be such a solitary experience. Being able to be around people all the time, interacting with callers on the phones, and having a first hand view of what it takes to put a radio show together is amazing.
What do I do as a producer? I take song requests, update the web page, give talking points to the DJ's, and research statistical information on record sales. I monitor & log equipment function and schedule & prep in studio guests. One of the most exciting things I have learned is to record and edit callers using this piece of equipment. You have no idea how much people scream, curse, and holler when they know they are going to be on the radio. What you hear is no where near what I hear preedit.
The two DJ's I work with are really cool. I feel like I am being slowly initiated into a frat as its only female member. They speak softly when I need assurance and harder when I should know better. They keep me on my toes and make me work hard. The more I accomplish, the more willing they are to teach. I love it. They are teachers that I know will become friends.
Yesterday they asked me for ideas to revamp the show. Since I am a woman with a million ideas in her head, I shared one that they seemed to like a lot. Since we were all in a sharing mood, they shared some ideas they had with me in mind. Yup, they want TLA to be on the air covering a feature. I won't divulge yet because they still need to be approved, but if all goes well you'll get to listen to the sweet melodious voice of TLA over the airwaves sooner than you think.
In the next few weeks I'm going to be speaking to a creative writing class at a college about the hustle of a freelance writer. Getting paid too. Who would have ever guessed I'd be speaking to a class of people about how to hustle words and parlay that into other avenues? Not I. The biggest thing I'm learning is that there are no limits to this writing game. The sky is the limit and when change comes, you've got to be ready. I'm not cocky enough to say I was born ready. Not yet anyway. But to bite my girl O, what I know for sure is that the blessing of my gift for words keeps opening doors and its not a coincidence. Its divine intervention working in combination with my drive and passion that's making me unstoppable.
Aight, Hip Hop Honors repeats and Time Out NY have waited long enough. I'll hold on to my thoughts and share with you next post.
Oh yeah, still haven't watched that movie, but I did catch this one . Thumbs up for sure.
Monday, October 1, 2007
TLA vs. Tanisha
Music makes me high. Anticipating the arrival of new music makes me even higher. I have been waiting on Dr. Dre's Detox forever, but I found out on Monday its going to be delayed. Again. It wasn't too hard to deal with considering Jill and Queen Latifah dropped this week. When I heard Latifah's cover of Phoebe Snow's The Poetry Man, it really took me back to childhood. My mother LOVED that album. She played it over and over. Poetry Man and Harpo's Blues are burned deep into my psyche. A few months ago I can remember hearing The Poetry Man at the grocery store and it stopped me in my tracks. I hummed in the aisles. I've always wished I could see her perform, but I guess I'll have to settle for her best of CD for now and reminisce.
The winner of this weeks 'Most Ignorant Statement' goes to The Man himself, Bill O'Reilly. O'Reilly felt the need to let all of his listeners know that all of us don't act up when we eat at our favorite soul food establishments. Comparing the happenings at the restaurant where he had lunch with Rev. Al Sharpton with an "Italian restaurant in an all-white suburb" didn't bother me as much as him declaring that black Americans "are really starting to think more and more for themselves". Thank you for letting the world know that Bill. Were it not for you, I'm not sure if I would have felt comfortable deciding if I wanted hot sauce on my chicken wings or salt on my watermelon. Now that you've informed the world, I know I have the freedom to decide such difficult dilemmas for myself. Thanks again Billy. What would us no thinking black folk do without you?
The Devastating Mic Controller Daryl McDaniels, also know as DMC from the legendary Hip Hop group Run-DMC copped himself an Emmy for Outstanding Arts and Culture Programming this week. Earlier this year he starred in a documentary on his personal experience with adoption, "DMC: My Adoption Journey". VH-1 airs it pretty frequently, so if you get a chance, check it out. Speaking of VH-1, October 8th kicks off the annual VH-1 Honors show. This years honorees include A Tribe Called Quest, Snoop Dogg, Missy Elliott, Whodini, and the creator of New Jack swing, Teddy Riley. This show will definitely air multiple times, so don't fret if you miss the premier episode.
Whats my latest preoccupation? I'd have to say its the the '30 Dates in 30 Days' episodes on Essence.com. Five single women get to pick from an array of eligible black men to go on five dates within thirty days. Viewers get to pick the outfits, venues for the dates, and which man each woman should choose. What woman wouldn't love to give her first impression dressed to the nines in the hottest fashions Essence can borrow, get make up applied flawlessly by a professional, have hair coiffed just so, and select a date from some of the finest offerings the ancestors have provided? Its been really exciting to watch the dates and listen to the women describe them on the blogs. They have only featured two of the five women, so its not to late to catch up. I would love to see a male version of the show.
The schedule I have is crazy right now. Yesterday was the first day of rest I've had in a week. The good news is that after Friday I'll finally get to share with you whats been keeping me so busy these past two weeks. What I can say is that it has been a very challenging, but extremely thrilling experience. I had a nervous excitement on the first day, but as the week went on I became so much more at ease. There is so much for me to learn in a technical aspect, and for me that's a challenge in itself. Although I have already learned a few things, the list will continue to grow. I look forward to it.
Today I may find out if my pitch to XXL was accepted. No matter, because I'm staying focused on keeping my words out there in the world. I've already reached out to a friend of a friend over at Koch Records to help me increase my hustle potential. She has been in the industry for years so I'm sure she will have some valuable information to share. In the meantime, I need to get a book to read (I was thinking about this one) because its been over a month since I've read. Reading is my glass of wine and massage all rolled into one. Well reading and a few select television shows. Thank goodness for On Demand because with this hectic schedule I never get to catch Curb Your Enthusiasm, Weeds, or Californication at the normal airtime. If you catch any of them, you'll laugh your butt off. Trust my Aunt Linda.
Mychal Bell was finally let out on bail. Even the prosecutor didn't want to admit it, the peaceful protest rally that took place on September 20th had a lot to do with it. For those of you that went to march, I applaud you. For those of you who wore black on the 20th, I applaud you too. And for those of you who sent your prayers, thank you. Keep sending those prayers for Megan Williams too. The struggle definitely continues.
Some of you may have caught my last post before I revised. It contained a lengthy rant/vent about some of the interactions I've had with my coworker. That's the kind gentle explanation of my words anyway. After mulling it over, I reluctantly did a revision. The main reason I decided on the revision was because I continue to work with this person. Should she ever come across this blog, I wouldn't want to make a difficult situation even more uncomfortable by having her read truthful accounts of my opinions. I created this blog to have a place to express myself creatively in an uncensored manner so I don't plan on making revisions to my word too often. In the future I'll try my best to refrain from discussing my co worker on this blog (at least while I work here) but I'm not making any promises.
I'm a Netflix subscriber and love the no late fee policy. That means I have held onto this movie for almost two weeks just because I can. Maybe I'll find 121 minutes to watch it this week. If I do, I'll post my review.
The winner of this weeks 'Most Ignorant Statement' goes to The Man himself, Bill O'Reilly. O'Reilly felt the need to let all of his listeners know that all of us don't act up when we eat at our favorite soul food establishments. Comparing the happenings at the restaurant where he had lunch with Rev. Al Sharpton with an "Italian restaurant in an all-white suburb" didn't bother me as much as him declaring that black Americans "are really starting to think more and more for themselves". Thank you for letting the world know that Bill. Were it not for you, I'm not sure if I would have felt comfortable deciding if I wanted hot sauce on my chicken wings or salt on my watermelon. Now that you've informed the world, I know I have the freedom to decide such difficult dilemmas for myself. Thanks again Billy. What would us no thinking black folk do without you?
The Devastating Mic Controller Daryl McDaniels, also know as DMC from the legendary Hip Hop group Run-DMC copped himself an Emmy for Outstanding Arts and Culture Programming this week. Earlier this year he starred in a documentary on his personal experience with adoption, "DMC: My Adoption Journey". VH-1 airs it pretty frequently, so if you get a chance, check it out. Speaking of VH-1, October 8th kicks off the annual VH-1 Honors show. This years honorees include A Tribe Called Quest, Snoop Dogg, Missy Elliott, Whodini, and the creator of New Jack swing, Teddy Riley. This show will definitely air multiple times, so don't fret if you miss the premier episode.
Whats my latest preoccupation? I'd have to say its the the '30 Dates in 30 Days' episodes on Essence.com. Five single women get to pick from an array of eligible black men to go on five dates within thirty days. Viewers get to pick the outfits, venues for the dates, and which man each woman should choose. What woman wouldn't love to give her first impression dressed to the nines in the hottest fashions Essence can borrow, get make up applied flawlessly by a professional, have hair coiffed just so, and select a date from some of the finest offerings the ancestors have provided? Its been really exciting to watch the dates and listen to the women describe them on the blogs. They have only featured two of the five women, so its not to late to catch up. I would love to see a male version of the show.
The schedule I have is crazy right now. Yesterday was the first day of rest I've had in a week. The good news is that after Friday I'll finally get to share with you whats been keeping me so busy these past two weeks. What I can say is that it has been a very challenging, but extremely thrilling experience. I had a nervous excitement on the first day, but as the week went on I became so much more at ease. There is so much for me to learn in a technical aspect, and for me that's a challenge in itself. Although I have already learned a few things, the list will continue to grow. I look forward to it.
Today I may find out if my pitch to XXL was accepted. No matter, because I'm staying focused on keeping my words out there in the world. I've already reached out to a friend of a friend over at Koch Records to help me increase my hustle potential. She has been in the industry for years so I'm sure she will have some valuable information to share. In the meantime, I need to get a book to read (I was thinking about this one) because its been over a month since I've read. Reading is my glass of wine and massage all rolled into one. Well reading and a few select television shows. Thank goodness for On Demand because with this hectic schedule I never get to catch Curb Your Enthusiasm, Weeds, or Californication at the normal airtime. If you catch any of them, you'll laugh your butt off. Trust my Aunt Linda.
Mychal Bell was finally let out on bail. Even the prosecutor didn't want to admit it, the peaceful protest rally that took place on September 20th had a lot to do with it. For those of you that went to march, I applaud you. For those of you who wore black on the 20th, I applaud you too. And for those of you who sent your prayers, thank you. Keep sending those prayers for Megan Williams too. The struggle definitely continues.
Some of you may have caught my last post before I revised. It contained a lengthy rant/vent about some of the interactions I've had with my coworker. That's the kind gentle explanation of my words anyway. After mulling it over, I reluctantly did a revision. The main reason I decided on the revision was because I continue to work with this person. Should she ever come across this blog, I wouldn't want to make a difficult situation even more uncomfortable by having her read truthful accounts of my opinions. I created this blog to have a place to express myself creatively in an uncensored manner so I don't plan on making revisions to my word too often. In the future I'll try my best to refrain from discussing my co worker on this blog (at least while I work here) but I'm not making any promises.
I'm a Netflix subscriber and love the no late fee policy. That means I have held onto this movie for almost two weeks just because I can. Maybe I'll find 121 minutes to watch it this week. If I do, I'll post my review.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Good Guys Wear Black
It's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you. I have been so busy maintaining all that I have going on that some things had to take a back seat. TLA Writes happened to be one those things, but I'm not going to make it a habit. Updating this blog is one of the things that makes me happy. Its like talking to a friend that can't respond. Not that I don't like the benefits of back and forth conversation, but you get my drift. I just thought up a plan that would let me have a regular posting schedule, so I'll test it out and we'll see what happens.This has been an incredible week for news. On September 20th the Jena 6 protest march brought thousands of people from all over the country to the court house steps in Jena, Louisiana. As I sat at my desk dressed in my solidarity black listening to the live broadcast, the positive energy of the movement penetrated me through the airwaves. Although there were a few ignorant folks who weren't too supportive, that didn't dampen the spirit of the march for me. I was proud. The attention didn't get Mychal Bell released, but the somewhat limited national media coverage has proven to be a boon to the cause. Hopefully, this case won't disappear into the "whatever happened with that case" file. It's not too late to show your support. Sign the petition to the justice department or the governor of Louisiana. This site has letters already written for you and after you complete one you to can make a donation to the defense fund. Shouts to Michael Baisden, Steve Harvey, Tom Joyner, and Mos Def for representing for the cause. Respect.
What did get plenty o' coverage was that fool OJ. Does anyone else think OJ kicked in the door and got straight gangsta on some mofos? If you don't know, read part of the transcript. We all know Orenthal has unresolved anger management issues, but kickin' in the door to lay the smack down on some audio taping thieves seems a little fishy. I'm not saying OJ was right to do what he allegedly did, but I don't think too many people dealing in stolen items want their business transactions on TMZ for the world to hear. Yeah, he shouldn't have been there but just like the Hip Hop police you best believe OJ has some brothers in blue watching him too. Good luck with that O. Johnnie C. can't get you out of this one.
I pitched a few story ideas to XXL last week and I'm waiting to hear back. I sent, they replied. They asked for more details. I gave them. Now the waiting game begins. My editor said be patient, so that's what I'm going to do. I did some final edits on another one of my shorts, so this week I'll look for a literary magazine to submit to and see what happens. I learned a while ago that a big part of the writing game, once your done with a piece, you spend time waiting to see if your work is publish worthy. I get confirmation that I am when I see a piece that I've written up on AllHipHop.com. More projects are coming, but I have to stay mum on them for now. Networking pays off. Trust me.
In the meantime, I'll have to keep figuring out new ways to keep my composure while spending eight hours a day, five days a week, working with someone I don't quite gel with. The day job has served me well by giving me a short commute, allowing me to meet some nice people, and helping me pay some bills. Now its time to move on and my eyes are definitely open. Hopefully, I'll keep getting more and more paid writing assignments and that will lead to bigger and better creative adventures for me.
Speaking of adventures, I'm about to embark on a huge one tomorrow. I'm talking HUGE. So huge that when I went out to dinner tonight my family ordered a sparkler on my desert to celebrate. I'll fill you in with details in two weeks, but if all goes well, this could prove to be that big thing that I predicted was coming in my last post. I'm a visionary in case you didn't know.
Congrats to Steph & Jim on bringing their third little person into the world, and my life, last Friday. You've got some fantastic parents Liam, so consider yourself blessed.
Aight, I'm out. My Mama's here and I need some hugs. Nothing like in person motherly love to get me through the week. Until next time, ladies get your Million Woman March reunion crew together and make it happen. Can you believe its been 10 years? And just so you know, I wasn't kidding about this t-shirt. Help a sista out. The holidays are just around the corner.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Sign O' The Times
What a week, what a week. Shaunie & Shaq are breaking up, Pavarotti passed away, Foxy got sentenced to a year at Rikers, and microwaved Orville Redenbacher is straight makin' folks sick. It wasn't a stretch for me to believe that synthetic butter flavored popcorn kernels held captive in a bag with a six month shelf life could lead to illness. After all these are the days of e coli tainted spinach and hormone filled cows. It was only a matter of time before something as simple as dried corn kernels got included on the list of harmful chemically enhanced food items. I'm sad for you popcorn imbibers of the world, but cheer up. Once the Whole Foods merger is complete, you'll be able to get your organic shop on at a store near you. Say goodbye to cheap corn and hello to pricey organic delicacies. To eat is human, to go organic is divine. Whatever. I'm still going to eat Twizzlers.
I was happy to see that the number of people heading down for the Jena Six Rally for Peace and Justice is increasing by the minute. Mark my words, this rally is going to be a historical civil rights event. I'm talking March on Washington proportions. If you can go, get on the bus. Carpool. Fly down. Take the kids too. And if you can't be there in person, be there in spirit and sign the petition. Erascism while fighting the power. Uplift the race. Do the right thing. Let's make everyone who has fought for civil rights proud and show the world how the originators did it. No justice, no peace.
Speaking of pride, anyone catch this video on BET yet? One night I was flipping channels and caught the tail end of something I thought was a joke. Actually, its a message that needs to be heard, but we all know presentation is half the battle when trying to make a statement to the masses. Although I didn't have a problem with the message, perhaps a cartoon image of a booty shakin' woman of color with the word 'book' on her butt may not have been the way to go. Although the brother that came up with the lyrics & music (not the animation, thank BET for that) defended his intentions on CNN, it may have fallen on deaf ears. Claiming to send a positive message while asking folks to "read a motherf**kin' book" kind of killed it for me. The message was meaty for sure, but don't put filet mignon on a garbage can lid and tell me its really good for me. Its all about presentation. Yeah I get that controversy breeds conversation and word of mouth can generate income. But for those of us that appreciate receiving our subliminal visual lectures sans stereotypical negative imagery, step it up BET. After all you said it best--"we gots to do better".
I wish I could tell you the name of my new short. It turned out so well I was really proud of myself. You know its true the more you write, the better you get. Let me revise that statement. The more I write, the better I get. I finished up an interview this week that should be up soon. I have one more waiting in the wings, but I think I'll have to go with Plan B on that and give it to another source. I can't wait forever to hear back from a mag after I've pitched an idea. Although my week was hectic, I managed to send out eight queries so we'll see what happens with that. I need to stay focused so that I can make a career change soon. Going in to work has become more of a personal challenge than I ever imagined it could be, so somethings gotta give. Spending my days with a person that reads aloud, fights personal drama via the phonelines daily, and constantly calls the help desk to receive one on one instruction on how to work "this darn computer", is not the move. I keep getting this feeling that something big is in store. I feel like Tony when he sang Something's Coming from West Side Story. Time always tells, so I have to listen for when it starts talking.
I finally unloaded the last of my CD's into a new rack I bought. Of course I got in reminisce DJ mode and had to play things I hadn't heard in a while. I decided to take out my Adriana Evans CD and blast it while I ran errands. 'Love Is All Around' was my cut! I wonder whats up with her now. Right now I have Common's Finding Forever and the Superfly soundtrack in heavy rotation. Curtis Mayfield had one of those voices that just got me me. Donny Hathaway too. I guess that's why I always have one or the other in my car at all times. When I click track seven on The Donny Hathaway Collection or track five on the Superfly soundtrack, whatever is going on good becomes better and anything heavy on my mind becomes lighter. Good music does that for me. What about you?
Last night I watched most of Justin Timberlake's Labor Day concert at the Garden on HBO. I have to give it to Justin, he put on a great show. Visually, he took it another level, the dancers were fantastic, and the band was fire. I was even more pleased with Jus to see he has an ear for good singers when I caught multiple glimpses of Denosh from Makin' Da Band on stage as one of his background singers. She has a lot of talent and I was glad to see she didn't stop despite not making da band. Diddy's loss was Justin's gain. He's scheduled to perform at the VMA's tonight although I'm not sure if I'll watch it today or one of the other 12 times it airs. Nonetheless, I'm sure I'll see it.
Oh yeah, I need to answer the question posed on my last post. For those just tuning in I asked, "What would you attempt if you knew you couldn't fail?" My answer is EVERYTHING. If I have nothing to lose, why not try it all? Duh.
Well I'm off to get my magazine fix. I got my new XXL, Vibe, and Time Out New York yesterday. Its like early Christmas several times a month thanks to you Mr. Mailman. Postal workers bring joy. Stop laughing. They do. Really.
I was happy to see that the number of people heading down for the Jena Six Rally for Peace and Justice is increasing by the minute. Mark my words, this rally is going to be a historical civil rights event. I'm talking March on Washington proportions. If you can go, get on the bus. Carpool. Fly down. Take the kids too. And if you can't be there in person, be there in spirit and sign the petition. Erascism while fighting the power. Uplift the race. Do the right thing. Let's make everyone who has fought for civil rights proud and show the world how the originators did it. No justice, no peace.
Speaking of pride, anyone catch this video on BET yet? One night I was flipping channels and caught the tail end of something I thought was a joke. Actually, its a message that needs to be heard, but we all know presentation is half the battle when trying to make a statement to the masses. Although I didn't have a problem with the message, perhaps a cartoon image of a booty shakin' woman of color with the word 'book' on her butt may not have been the way to go. Although the brother that came up with the lyrics & music (not the animation, thank BET for that) defended his intentions on CNN, it may have fallen on deaf ears. Claiming to send a positive message while asking folks to "read a motherf**kin' book" kind of killed it for me. The message was meaty for sure, but don't put filet mignon on a garbage can lid and tell me its really good for me. Its all about presentation. Yeah I get that controversy breeds conversation and word of mouth can generate income. But for those of us that appreciate receiving our subliminal visual lectures sans stereotypical negative imagery, step it up BET. After all you said it best--"we gots to do better".
I wish I could tell you the name of my new short. It turned out so well I was really proud of myself. You know its true the more you write, the better you get. Let me revise that statement. The more I write, the better I get. I finished up an interview this week that should be up soon. I have one more waiting in the wings, but I think I'll have to go with Plan B on that and give it to another source. I can't wait forever to hear back from a mag after I've pitched an idea. Although my week was hectic, I managed to send out eight queries so we'll see what happens with that. I need to stay focused so that I can make a career change soon. Going in to work has become more of a personal challenge than I ever imagined it could be, so somethings gotta give. Spending my days with a person that reads aloud, fights personal drama via the phonelines daily, and constantly calls the help desk to receive one on one instruction on how to work "this darn computer", is not the move. I keep getting this feeling that something big is in store. I feel like Tony when he sang Something's Coming from West Side Story. Time always tells, so I have to listen for when it starts talking.
I finally unloaded the last of my CD's into a new rack I bought. Of course I got in reminisce DJ mode and had to play things I hadn't heard in a while. I decided to take out my Adriana Evans CD and blast it while I ran errands. 'Love Is All Around' was my cut! I wonder whats up with her now. Right now I have Common's Finding Forever and the Superfly soundtrack in heavy rotation. Curtis Mayfield had one of those voices that just got me me. Donny Hathaway too. I guess that's why I always have one or the other in my car at all times. When I click track seven on The Donny Hathaway Collection or track five on the Superfly soundtrack, whatever is going on good becomes better and anything heavy on my mind becomes lighter. Good music does that for me. What about you?
Last night I watched most of Justin Timberlake's Labor Day concert at the Garden on HBO. I have to give it to Justin, he put on a great show. Visually, he took it another level, the dancers were fantastic, and the band was fire. I was even more pleased with Jus to see he has an ear for good singers when I caught multiple glimpses of Denosh from Makin' Da Band on stage as one of his background singers. She has a lot of talent and I was glad to see she didn't stop despite not making da band. Diddy's loss was Justin's gain. He's scheduled to perform at the VMA's tonight although I'm not sure if I'll watch it today or one of the other 12 times it airs. Nonetheless, I'm sure I'll see it.
Oh yeah, I need to answer the question posed on my last post. For those just tuning in I asked, "What would you attempt if you knew you couldn't fail?" My answer is EVERYTHING. If I have nothing to lose, why not try it all? Duh.
Well I'm off to get my magazine fix. I got my new XXL, Vibe, and Time Out New York yesterday. Its like early Christmas several times a month thanks to you Mr. Mailman. Postal workers bring joy. Stop laughing. They do. Really.
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