After releasing her 1997 debut album “Baduizm,” it didn’t take long for Erykah Badu’s jazzy R&B feel and bold, earthy style to earn her the title of “first lady of neo-soul.” Four Grammy awards and four albums later, she is still inventing her own sound.
Performing this weekend @Rams Head Live in Baltimore
These are real accounts that we’ve been notified of in the past two weeks. Not to come off as racist, but each of these “notifications” is an underhanded way of saying, “all black people look alike”. What if I was in China. And was robbed by a Chinese person. And the description said 5’5”, 140lbs, Asian, plain street clothes. How far would you get exactly?
“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car you are still paying for in order to get to the job you need - to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”—Ellen Goodman (this must stop - seriously)
i thoroughly enjoyed the way i draped myself with confidence this morning. outside was cold. crisp. and i admired the sunrise. i thought to myself if no one else is able to be in awe of this, that’s fine. that just means that god put this entire performance on just for me. just to remind me that he’s god. no eggs and sausage today. i made farina. finally made it in 2.5 minutes like the box demanded. i felt like i did it right. it tasted like i did it wrong. 10 minutes and creamiest, sweetest pudding is what it should’ve been.
it was just… thick
i thoroughly enjoyed the way i draped myself with confidence. i was irritated though, by the way the headphones wouldn’t let me lift my head. i hate that. my first three hours at work were spent doing absolutely nothing. this is the part where i feel like my life was literally wasted: not only did i not do any work, but i can not, for the life of me, remember what i did instead. [social network]
even with glasses, i loved the way i felt today.
Revisit: And now that the day is almost done, I pray to God that the miniblinds aren’t flame-retardant because I need this place to go down in all of it’s garland and jingle bell glory.
Morgan State University has a robbery daily after sunset. (armed, strong arm, attempted, assault) I’ll eventually compile all of the notices into a poem I reckon.
The high school where I make my transfer expelled a 15 year old with a handgun today.
despite the last 2 points, I made it home safe.
quite honestly, if tumblr really is putting a limit on how many posts you can put up a day, i don’t give a fuck. that’s what’chall fuckas get for reblogging other people’s shit and then telling other fuckas, ‘oh renee! come look at MY blog that i MADE’
i’m renee. you’re a piece of shit
my level of contentment, on a scale of 1-10 is at about a solid 21 right about now. i’m not settling, i’m just very content. i love that i have everything (and i do mean EVERYTHING) i need…for right here….for right now.
if you’re following me and/or i’m following you here goes the almighty gratuitous “LOL + J/K” for numbers 5 & 6.
I made hotel reservations for my birthday.
I cancelled the hotel reservations for my birthday.
I wanna do a spa. Spas don’t do it right.
I wanna get a stripper.
I wanna go to a ball and have some family member twirl and drop right at me and frankie’s feet. i wanna get smashed after that. i wanna be in NY when it happens.
Have you ever seen me say or post, “Never take my LOL seriously?”
I hate [taking] fashion photography.
Winter break is gonna have some of the best photographs.
Regarding #10-13 my birthday is 2 months away. wtf is happening.
i like saying “what is happening?” and not as a greeting.
Exclusive Robert Glasper jam from his forthcoming Black Radio LP off Blue Note Records (featuring Mos Def, Meshell Ndegeocello, Lupe Fiasco & Erykah Badu to name but a few!) releasing next February 2012! Ripped from Worldwide with Gilles Peterson on BBC Radio 1.
I placed things into my queue today. I decided that I wanted to remain just as inspired at work as I am productive. I started looking over my posts and thinking about what senses my blog stimulates today. It’s like each day that I blog I imagine that the posts made on that day, have a particular smell. Or a distinct feel to it. Something unique about its grandeur or lack thereof.
So today I looked over and the smell is like that of licorice. Or leather. Something dark and black. That’s just what it smells like. But beneath the smell of burning rubber or licorice or something black, there’s a warm. I can’t tell if it’s dairy or if it’s just the lovechild of vanilla and cinnamon but there’s a latent undertone up in there somewhere. I love the way this smells.
The feel is minimal. Not too busy at all. One black and white photo signed upon the wall. A chair. A nice chair. And the room, Contemporary with a lot of glass and a lot of white. Very minimal. Empty. It’s almost like a complete paradox to have this beautiful ambience and appearance which translates to, “everything is alright. i got everything together” and then there’s this smell with calming in its chaos.
Today. Just for today, my blog feels comfortable. Minimal And smells of reeds of vanilla and cinnamon wearing masks of licorice and tennis shoe soles.
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”—Marilyn Monroe
“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not, the opposite is true. See, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close from the sun, and the realists, well, if it weren’t for the dreamers they’d never get off of the ground.”—Cameron from Modern Family. (via randumcharacter)