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Just because you are homeless does not mean you have an excuse for being dirty!!!
I read the paper and this is the biggest complaint. TRASH!!!
I understand your bitterness but leaving your spot filthy is not justifiable. It is misdirected vengeance and only exacerbates the problem by turning homeless sympathizers against us. If you leave your waste where someone was kind enough to let you crash without calling one time or turning on the sprinklers, they could turn from kind to frustrated. No one wants to clean up after grown folks.
Keep a plastic bag and when you finish your meal, dispose of the packaging also, the contents of your bowels in the plastic and when you push to your next spot, pick up somebody else’s trash too, and properly dispose of it all in a DUMPSTER!
Perhaps if we show kindness and consideration to the Earth, by just taking care of your own self, the world will be a better place.
Sidenote: rubbish is excellent fuel for campfires, if you are able to safely. It burns long and reduces your footprint by self-disposal. 🥰 W!!!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Asiatic Sisters! (I see you, Brothers 🙂 It’s all good…)
I pray you are all well and experiencing abundant blessings from Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad (To Whom Be Praised Forever!) I am Saidah (happy) to say that I am the same Al Hamdulillah!!!
Can you dig the track?!?!? 🙂 They’ve been having these weekend popups for Nimrod and I saw some white skates with pink wheels. Ironically, the last things I ordered online before I became homeless were some identical white skates with pink wheels (but I think mine had pink pompoms too) and a cherry seeder! Needless to say, I never enjoyed thebenefitsofthese two items. And, I didn’t purchase the skates from the pop-up because a.) they were being offered by two drag queens and b.) they were not my size.
The next week when I saw them there again, I knew they were meant for me because a.) this was the beach and nobody copped them! b.) they had to be there for a reason! also c.) I had ordered some and never got to enjoy them.
So, I looked around for one of the drag queens. In their stead was a fag hag, who called me honey and I hated it, as usual. Nevertheless, I contemplated the cash I had and decided to use my emergency twenty. Because some things you just cannot pass up and money is, well, there’s always more.
So, I had asked how much and the fag hag told me everything was between 5 and 40. So, I was about to inquire about the skates and then I noticed a framed sign next to them that read $15! I was stoked!!! Took out the brie and picked up the skates. Handed my twenty to the chick and waited for my change.
You know how they do us. Just because I’m Black, she started hollin’ bout, “I usually sell these for forty!”
As if!!!
I didn’t say nothing, but telepathically, I was like, “Hoe, if you don’t give me my money,” as she huff3d and puff3d and reluctantly started to dig for my change.
Sisters, I really thought I was about to put on those skates and, OH! First let me tell you what I did to stretch them so I could be comfortable in them.
When I made my campfire, I put the skates next to the flame because heat causes everything to expand. When they got nice and warm, I put on a couple pairs of thick socks and wore them for awhile. Now, I just wear my regular socks and they fit perfectly.
Okay, so back to my first time skating in about fifteen. I didn’t fall, luckily, but I was not the Dorothy Hamill on Roller Skates that I pictured myself. I just skated around the promenade and pushed to wherever I was headed that night.
Two days ago, I found myself in Venice at the skate park at around eight in the morning and there was one sister there who was wrapping it up, so I gave her one of my new laminated fliers and sat down to put on my skates.
Why, everybody gotta check me out when I’m trying to be incognegro! I guess they’ve never seen a Muslimah roller skate.
There was this Brother, whom I recognized from my Paradise 24 days, smoking some cheeba on the bench near me, like I was supposed to acknowledge him. I was like, “Boy, pleeeeze! If you don’t mind putting that out. I am not tryna catch a contact!!!”
I wrote a song called “Can I get another mask?” for just such an occasion… Jeez!
I got an Obamaphone yesterday when I went to replace my wornout EBT card, so I’ll prolly record it. I really gotta be in the mood though, you know, cuz I mean it!
But when I got on the little roller skate park, it took me a minute but I finally hit my groove and it was on!
I felt like Dorothy! So. fun.
Hitting the curve and emerging from it backwards. Exhilarating! I can’t wait to do it again.
It’s been raining all day but now, I hear skating in music like the above track, but that day in my head was playing this song that was in the air one day as I pushed to Walmart in NOLA.
This album is number two on my top five, second only to The Queen and The Duke’s LIVE IN AFRICA cote d voire album. This was a jam session recorded LIVE IN L.A. and features the legend, Clifford Brown and L.A. Heavyweight, Teddy Wilson.
I have been meaning to tell you about something that happened about two months ago. I was at the Farmer’s Market, chilling listening to the Brothers play and then I saw the Brother from the Five Heartbeats. Wait. No, he was already there when I walked up because I went up to him and said, “You really into music!?!?!! WOW!” and he played the old-man-who-just-wants-to-get-closer-to-you-card
“What? I didn’t hear you.” and leaned in So, I repeated myself. But this was at the Market where there are a lot of celebrities, but also a lot of doppels and just to be clear that he wasn’t a doppel (although, there was no doubt) he snapped his fingers to the Jazz and said, “Oh, yeah! Music is the HEARTBEAT of life!” or the heartbeat of our lives. I can’t remember. But it still makes me laugh.
I googled him and discovered his name is TICO WELLS. And, he did look well😍 Fly Grey-beard banging!!! Definitely cuter than ’91, when the movie premiered.
But, although TICO has a nice musical sound, it’s also why he is so little! We were eye to eye.
He should change his name to AKBAR and I bear witness he will reach six feet, 250!!!
This is the second time I saw someone famous for music (Andre) while I was right there in front of them. Dre even said he wanted to play with them but his flute was “in the wrong key.” At the time I bought it, but he could have waited until they got to a song in the same key, or something!
But musicians can be very temperamental and eccentric and I don’t know, playing together requires a certain cohesiveness. And I really don’t think he felt confident enough about his playing to join those two powerhouses, instrumentally.
Now, if they had a mic, maybe… But it has been a minute since his funky last cut and where is Antwan?!?
I didn’t even think about introducing them. Next time, In Sha Allah.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Asiatic Black Akhawaat!!!
How Are You!?!?!?
I pray Allah, you are well and happy and blessed, as I. Al Hamdulillah!!!
I am in such good spirits! All praise is due to Allah. I woke up singing, for the past few days! 🙂
I was like Prince Akeem, but I was reliving the days when we used to sing T.V. theme songs, like Fat Albert, I did a montage when I got to the end, “Na, na, na, gonna have a…”
I like him better as a singer…
Then I belted out
Why I feel like breakin out my tambourine in the library? smh 🙂 Sorry about her skimpy fit! Put on some clothes, J! Jeez…
I also sang, the title of Barry Gordy’s book and I sounded better than expected. That is a really beautiful song. He wrote it about his children and I liked how I felt and sounded. Not as nasal as Jackie but really soft and meaningful.
It was also a slight drizzle. You can’t really call the watering we get rain. Except that atmospheric river we got last month. I WAS IN NEW ORLEANS ON OCEAN AVENUE!!! LOVED IT!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
And there is the new moon!!!
I love reading the Bible; deciphering its secrets is so fascinating! The Children of Isra El, used to celebrate on the coming of the New Moon. I was thrilled to learn the reason why I always get festive around this time! I used to always sing what Brandy referred to as her “Control…” 🙂
But it’s a little risque and please do not watch the video. This one is much better
OMG, why did the young brothers, who play straight ahead at the Farmer’s Market, play some Ellington! Hold your takbirs, I for one, jumped up as soon as the intro to Strayhorn’s “Take the A-Train” began. THRILLED. They’re young so they don’t know as much about jazz as ya girl, but they are getting better, as evidenced by the number.
But when the tenor came in, I rather they had waited until they could swing it! Believe, you do not want to hear a smooth jazz version of anything by Ellington.
This whole album is musical perfection. It’s Ella and the Duke Cote d Ivoire…
They can bop, but swing is like fundamental jazz. I’m older and as much as I love Hip-Hop, I am finding myself slipping into the category of those “JAZZ PURISTS (typified by old white men )” that I have always derided.
My generation (THE HIP-HOP GENERATION) is actually unclassifiable 🙂 We are so cool. But very indescribable and musically bi-polar. LOL This Brother (Hey, Max!) told me he was doing some labwork with Mikah 9 and it was so smooth and mellow and he was digging the vibe, but the next day, when they reunited, Mike was on some hip-hop and Max was lost. He couldn’t dig it.
Me, I’m jazz, hip-hop and even more musically diverse because my MUSICAL “CRACK” is live symphonic orchestral…
On the Promenade, I loved this new angelic sounding Sister (Bri) who was there last Sunday, but not this past Sunday, to my disappointment. When I came in on her set, she was singing a song that has been in my internal playlist on LOOP!
I really feel this geek. I’m geeky to, so I guess…
But I was seven steps to Heaven when Bri went into L.O.V.E. but she smoothed it out! These babies have the love and the desire, the heart, the ear, but just not the ability!!!
Shawn on the tenor, was looking at me trying to swing him, like F.U. to my snapping and tapping… I guess, maybe that’s the neo-swing – SMOOTH.
But you know what they say…
I don’t believe I’ve said it here, but I feel this with all my heart ANY MUSICIAN WHO WANTS TO PLAY JAZZ MUST L.I.V.E IN NEW ORLEANS FOR AT LEAST SIX MONTHS OR UNTIL HE/SHE HAS MASTERED THEIR DISTINCT, INIMITABLE AND PERFECT SOUND!!!
I prefer W on the keys!!!! Sorry not sorry. Juslisen
B has it! I LOVE IT!!! He has New Orleans chops! Undeniable!!! He sat out on the Ellington, like out of respect, but I think he would have done him justice. And his cornet is reminiscent of NOLA’s Bolden…
Anyway, I am growing into my fifties and am becoming like, my son. He has this whatever attitude that is contagious and very handy!
So, I’m going to let you in on a little secret…. and get back to Ms. B: *bring it in…*
I have been to jail more times than I can count on both hands, but they still give you that one phone call.
Since I have been estranged from my kith and kin, I always rely on my celebrity connects and this one never fails!
I USE MY ONE PHONE CALL TO CALL…. *DRUM ROLL PLEASE*
Everyone’s favorite doll BARBIE!!!!
Seriously, I’m always out sooner rather than later. She has the hook-up!
Now, if it’s been a few since you’ve called her. Don’t worry. She’s coolio! And her number has not changed.
She’s like old skool emcees! They still have pagers!!! Same number!!! No cap! LOL 🙂
I once found an old organizer (remember those? 🙂 ) and just for kix, I called up this old rapper, me and my friend used to go to the studio and kick it with them and do you know he called me back like, “Yeah, did somebody page Brandon?” LOL I was like, “Boy, if you don’t stop playing with me!” ROFL
I saw on fb that he got a baby mama with they six youngies, so it’s all good I failed the next test! LOL
Rappers do that kinda stuff to check your intellect. It was cool sporting with him for a sec. I found out what it’s like to talk to a Brother with some “brie.” 🙂 Oh, the possibilities!!! I’ll never be the same. 🙂
I ain’t messing with no broke-broke LOL This was my joint… from ye’s debut when I used to mess with him. He’s completed his cipher though. Back to Black! Al Hamdulillah الحمدلله
Anyway, back to Miss B… if you forgot her number, just ask a little girl 🙂 and try not to get gaffled up!
As Black People, we often refer to each other as “crabs in a barrel.”
This metaphor really struck a chord after watching a few videos of the above.
I am not going to post it because it’s negative and I’m not about that…
As someone who, technically, has ascended beyond the limits of the brim, I see both points of view.
I remember, several years ago, when I was still, “itb” 🙂 I ran into a former best friend (Fatima Robinson), who had preceded me out of the barrel.
I was thrilled to see her after watching her climb and successful exodus. However, I was floored when she looked at me with utter disgust and feigned not to know me!
Just yesterday I experienced a similar emotion when a Brother ignored me, after achieving a little ghetto fame…
My point is that some people should realize that not all crabs in the barrel want to pull you back down…
We may not even want you to help us out. We are sincerely happy for you, knowing that eventually, we will meet you on the outside. Just don’t be mean. 🙂
Also, if you are one of the crabs who have helped other crabs out of the barrel, DO NOT HOLD THEM IN CONTEMPT IF THEY DO NOT RETURN THE FAVOUR.
I need an F.O.I. – righteous, provider, protector, funny, and something else I can’t remember.
Good with children, maybe…
I refuse to get a phone or anytype of electronic device.
Yesterday I saw andre ben (AGAIN! ) and he played his flute for me, but being without the means to capture it and contain it in a box, made it more special.
Bolden went crazy due to the fact that they wanted to put him in a box.
I’ma see how long i can go.
I know i’m going down the rabbit hole…. as they say
Okay, I remembered! He has to be committed to physical fitness. I mean, like a lifelong commitment!
I am always physically active. Pushing a shopping cart with all my worldly possessions is a physical workout in itself!
BTW, if you skate, don’t if you haven’t leveled up to the new bigger wheels. OMG! I found one and tried it out. I don’t have one now cuz I’m tryna be feminine. But, if I ever backslide…
It is akin to SURFING!!! Like gliding on air. And, I know. It’s my JIHAD. But Sisters, if you’ve ever drifted on a BMX, you know my struggle.
I saw someone use the word COMMISERATE, in such a wrong context. Sometimes, you have to look up the definition of a word, and when you do, you may be surprised.
I used to use the phrase, “for posterity’s sake” and had no idea that posterity means your children!
Anyway, that’s it, I think. I have a new blog to get to.
But as far as physical exercise activity. It can be cycling, running, hoops, tennis, step-aerobics (lol), weight training, volleyball (beach, preferably), surfing, skating, NO AMERICAN FOOTBALL, which is akin to Greek “wrestling” aka CAVE ACTIVITY, however FUTBOL is perfectly acceptable, water polo, swimming, snowboarding/skiing, &c…
There’s a reason why school starts at the end of Summer 🙂
I’ve been reading a lot now that the weather is cooling and the days are shorter.
A great surprise was “Better, Not Bitter” by Brother Yusef. He is Muslim and his story was so touching and eloquently written.
I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.
Another gem is SWEET MIDDLE EAST. A book of recipes for desserts typical of the Levant. The author is not Muslim and I had to make adjustments in a lot of the writing. But as far as learning Arabic words for common desserts, it’s priceless.
For instance, I’m sure you’ve heard of BAKLAVA. In the Arabic Language, the word is Qul wa Sadiq, or something that translates to “EAT AND BE HAPPY.” LOL I personally, don’t eat it because of the pistachios, but it can be made sans nuts.
I also learned that Cardamom, one of my staples, is the second most expensive spice in the world. Trailing only SAFFRON. Which I think is the pistils of an orchid, which would explain it’s costliness. I’ve yet to try it, although I found a store that sells it.
My issue is, WHY IS IT RED, WHEN SAFFRON IS DERIVED FROM THE ARABIC WORD SAFR, WHICH TRANSLATES TO YELLOW.
Needless to say, I’m looking for an orchid with yellow pistils…
I’ve collected a number of amazing quotes from reading:
A smile is the Best Charity!😍
Singing/Smiling/Positivity releases hormones (endorphins such as SERATONIN) that make you healthy and happy and generally just feel good all over! 😘
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