Summer Breeze

Kanye Sings the Blues

I stan for Kanye. Especially after attending his concert. And yet (that's a nice way of saying "butttt") I am hesitant to invest in his latest album. And after watching him on SNL, I, I, I just don't know. Homeboy was killin me softly. I kept thinking, "Damn, dude, what ol' girl do to you." And then I would think, "Couldn't you just have rapped about it? Did you have to sing?" I think part of the problem is that I love his rapping and delivery so much, I feel short-changed by not getting it on this album.

Don't get me wrong. The songs are lyrically sound, just as Kanye is known for doin it. But the tone-deafedness! Yikes.

"I felt all flushed with fever. Embarassed by the sound. I felt I found his letters and read each one aloud."

I felt like a voyeur, watching someone who's going through a heartbreak, singing his little off-key heart out about it. Actually, that's exactly what I was doing. Me and millions of others.

What I Should Have Said...

...to the middle-aged woman in the line at Nordstrom Rack yesterday afternoon:

I do love the spirit that the holidays bring out in everyone. I mean, trying to sneak your cart around a four-year old standing in line waiting to buy his toy because his mom stepped three feet away to look at some earrings, wow. Really!?! Gotta love Christmas time. Now let that cart had hit him while you being stupid, let it had....

My New Guilty Pleasure

I have a new guilty pleasure: Dirty Sexy Money

It's with Blair Underwood and some other folks. What have I been thinking? Why have I not been watching this?

My DVR records the first 10 or so minutes, well it's actually recording any extra of Private Practice that runs over, but that ends up being the first 10 or so minutes of DSM. So the last couple of times I've watched that little snippet, but it was last week, when Simon (Blair's character) was talkin' bout, um, how his um, banana puddin, wasn't like other folks banana puddin, that I um, ahem, uh-ruh, decided I needed to log on to abc.com to watch the full episode.

Me likey.

Teacher Binds Girls' Hands and Feet to Liven up Slavery Lesson

Source: MSNBC.COM

"On Nov. 18, Bernstein was discussing the conditions under which African captives were taken to America in slave ships. She bound the two students' hands and feet with tape and had them crawl under a desk to simulate the experience, Monahan and Shand said. Monahan said the girls were not the only blacks in the class."

In what kind of world do you live in that you think this would be okay?

Tidbits, Happenings, and Observations

• T.I. is what's up, right now, fa real! "Whatever You Like" is the bomb, and "Live Your Life" is that FIYAH!!! "Your values is in disarray, prioritizing horribly / Unhappy with your riches 'cause ya piss poor morally." Loves it!! And Rihanna is killing the hook. (Sidenote: I recently heard Rick Dees on the weekly top 40 say, "If you've never had the chance to check out Rihanna live, do so, or you'll really be missing out." Now, uh-rum, I ride for Rihanna and all, but... Rihanna in concert is nothing to phone home about. I saw her in May on Kanye's Glow in the Dark tour. She was a-ite. She came out; she sang the songs. Pretty much it. Edit: I just re-read that. I'm being too nice. Rihanna in concert is boring as hell.)
• Grey's Anatomy - A new episode comes on tonight, and Denny Duquette bet' not be on it!
• Nightlife - I went to a new nightspot a couple of weeks ago. It had been a while since I'd had a ladies night out. Apparently, a very long while. Am I the only one who didn't know that people really make it rain in the club? LIke for real throwing dollar bills through the air. Ooookay. Now in theory, that may sound cool, but in reality, it's sad. Watching grown women crawl on their knees, picking up dollar bills? Not the business. Now, yes, I caught one as it floated past me, lol. But once it hit the ground, no ma'am.
• While at the same spot, I also experienced something that I thought only happened figuratively. Um, so you know how black women show up at a club, right. Fully decked out. Okay, so this white girl is up in there with a t-shirt on. Not a designer t-shirt. Not a fitted t-shirt. A regular ass t-shirt. But that's not why I'm mad. Ya know, do you. What I'm mad at is that a black dude, yes, a brother, literally pushed me to get over and talk to her. Well, damn. Is it like that, brother?
• And finally, last story from that spot. So for a certain time of night, while the dj spins, a huge projection screen shows the video from whatever song is being played. Bey's "Single Ladies" come on. Now, I know every one is familiar with what happens in a blog comment section when Beyonce is mentioned. Lots of stans; lots of haters. Okay, so the way I was sitting in the club, my back was to the video screen and I was facing the crowd. Well, all I know, is that when that video came on, every woman (and dude) up in the place was mesmerized. I'm talking straight entranced. I didn't notice it at first; a girl with us pointed it out. And I looked around, and by the middle of the video, every chick in sight of the monitor was staring. Just staring. Say what they want in the comments. Actions speak louder than words. And actions say, "Bey is bad."
• On a serious note: Please send your thoughts and prayers and well-wishes to Bunny.