Like any powerful addiction, meat has worked it's way back into my diet on a fairly consistent basis this week. Starting with the small slither of smoked turkey found resting in the fie collard greens that my sister-in-law hooked up for me on Monday night; followed by Catfish on Tuesday; Filet Mignon tips on Wednesday; & Organic Rotisserie Chicken on Thursday. The range??? Beef???
"Have you forgotten about Mad Cow's disease, Oriana?" This question posed to myself as molars masticated the tender flesh. Sheesh! Get me off of this thing!!!
PIMENTO OLIVES WITH ORGANIC CHEESE (Gouda, Cheddar & Blue Cheese)
Never a more normal series of hours than this government wedding anniversary. Besides Kush "calling Earl" a couple of times, nothing special really. After 12 years & 4+children, normal becomes a mighty fine present. Mind's eye had always envisioned going diamond an occasion for grand hoopla. Fairy tales live in books. We live here & now. Give thanks!
"...if it's the thought that counts..." Dwight would gift Oriana a diamond broach pinned onto a suit jacket lapel. Oriana would gift Dwight an assortment of music cufflinks (see below):
You must admit, these links are classic. Hilarious!
iTunes Anniversary Mix/DJ Conroy
You And I-Stevie Wonder You Are The Sunshine Of My Life-Stevie Wonder Overjoyed-Stevie Wonder In A Square Circle Ilovetoloveyourlovemylove.-Self For Your Love-Peter Brown A Fantasy Love Affair I Love You -James Brown Say It Loud-I'm Black And I'm Proud Here To Love You-The Doobie Brothers My First Love-Angela Winbush Too Shy To Say-Stevie Wonder Love Makes The World Go Round-DON-e Endless love-Diana Ross Let's Stay In Love-Blackstreet Thank You Love-Angela Winbush Where Are My Panties?-Andre 3000 No Ordinary Love-Sade Anniversary-Tony! Toni! Tone! Must Be Love-Shannon Sanders Tender Love-Force MD's I Do It For Your Love-Bill Evans
Face it fellas, once a woman has stayed down for more than 7 divine years & actually brought forth child, there are few things that you can do to top that in a whole lifetime. Pregnancy. Labor. Can't see anything more humbling or loyal on a wifey's behalf. It shouldn't be too much to expect a man to at least TRY to top it every once in a while. Should it? Eye don't get these new age American men; & that's coming from a true Southern woman. You all know what they say about us down south gals? Among the most dedicated in the nation.
Willingly jump through a hoop or two BIG-MAN. Not only does she deserve it, but it will add a couple cents into her nickel bag of praise. That change might come in handy on a rainy day. :-)
"You don't need to advertise your husband. Other women don't need to know what you got."
In my case, those wise words only go so far because as an entertainer, Count BassD serves as a walking banner for what many women want - a popular beau. Make no mistake about it, like most public figures, L.adies L.ove C.ool C.ount.
That said, this mo'fo threw down on some gourmet version of Macaroni & Cheese this afternoon.
Brother cooks so proper that we have begun to put together a cookbook to be accompanied by beats. We have a million little projects going on like that behind these moldy walls. The sooner we find space to live & thrive; the sooner we manifest to the greater good of the universe. Those of you who have supported us with your energy and hard-earned money - GIVE THANKS!
Suni & Sh'ia unite over Lionel Richie songwriting soul movement.Sitting, watching this clip on Nightline has renewed my faith in the possibility of art being sustenance. He is the first artist to capitalize on the renewed ties between Libya & these United States. Wow! Wonder if they might like Count's Down Easy. Shoot...it's a love song. Kinda? My husband justs remarked about how well Down Easy went over tonight at the Cat's Cradle (Carrboro, NC). Heads showed mad love over the course of the evening.
Let us recognize the life & contributions of Malcolm X, born May 19, 1925. Reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X in 10th Grade was my first detailed insight into the militant leader's life. Like many young afrocentric youth in the America's, the teachings of El Hajj Malik Shabazz led me to explore religious principles outside of Europeanized Christianity.
Writer and playwright, Lorraine Hansberry was also born on this day. This information came to me fresh by way of my favorite newsletter, mentioned below. "Netsanett Ahun" (the title) was taken from a page in Hansberry's posthumous, To Be Young Black and Gifted.
One of my favorite newsletters happens to be The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor. It has been faithfully delivered to my address every midnight for the past few years. Sometimes they pile up 5 or 6 before being opened, but they always get read...eventually.
Mother's day was overwhelming more than any other year. My crew made me feel like a true Superhero in treatment & blessings. It was as much traditional as adventurous. Just the way life should be. With 8 years of mothering under my apron, the recognition only highlighted the perspective that everyday is a special one as a parent. 4 gems & counting...
GOOD NIGHT MIWAKO MIYAMOTO. THANK YOU TWO FOR TRUTH.
When ish hits the fan, it's best for me to step back & calm down before letting my mouth fly off. For now, these words from my homeboy will have to suffice:
Faces have trouble smiling When it's less than a merry affair When you communicate through The writing on the wall There's no love for you there You wanted to draw a picture But, your relationship could never hold a pose You're left with a roomful of sketches That only hint at the love you wanted to know
Let it out. Let it go. Hold back the tears no longer Let them fall on the floor Not on your will to be stronger
Who are you In the face of disappointment Where is your character The one that keeps you going Who are you When heavy weather is blowing Where is your character The one who keeps you going
Caught you by surprise How time changes people and places Would you guard over your ruins like you're doin' If you knew your first kiss was your greatest
Let it out. Let it go. Hold back the tears no longer When you work too hard to get along Maybe it's time you moved on
To teachers & educators across the world, thank you for your dedication & contribution. It is my pleasure to be ranked among you. Above my desk hangs a prize ribbon that my 3rd grade teacher insisted we make. Mine reads:
1st Prize Best Teacher Oriana Jackson 3/20/84
For this to have come to fruition...man...blows my face off. Eye am living out my dream. At 8, it was obvious to me that writing would be a staple in my life. At 9, the knowledge bug bit my stick legs & set me in this direction. What a pleasure to be a part!!! Happy National Teacher Day!
After several missed opportunities to witness the Barber Brothers, eye finally messed around & caught Rashaan Barber (Saxaphonist) while out with the family on Saturday. Local jazz radio station, 89.5 WMOT, hosted their annual festival, held in Murfreesboro (30 miles south of Nashville).
This outing ranks as one of the most family-friendly events in the area,by far. Children ate at a bunch of "Sweet N Sassy" goodies and participated in one "Never, No Mind" activity, after another. Our decision to journey came as a special break for the children, saving them from yet another Saturday school session. Kana suggested this fine option.
On a humorous note, it was right on the town square where Magnificent & eye encountered what Al & Jesse might have considered a "Racist Robot". Disguised as a mobile-talking firetruck, this 2-foot tall plastic contraption (accompanied by a tobacco-chewing firefighter...not sure if he's sold separately or not) fished around for the right things to say to my near 2-year young King-Baby. Every child-friendly comment seemed to be followed by an off-color remark. Lucky for the machine, Mags didn't plant one of his brand new, classic white, hard-bottomed baby shoes right in the kisser. Thank goodness Magnificent's mother left her ghetto-face in the car. Could have been ugly...
Oddly enough, ever since we moved into our neighborhood nearly 5 years ago, our family has been pestered by the company of an estranged black cat nearly every single day. The free-roaming feline frequently hangs out on our porch, walkway, and underneath our vehicle. We find the animal's attraction to our residence haunting, but typical in light of the "forces" that often pervade our space. Tormenting, nevertheless.
With Count's Act Your Waist Size finally delivered, we have again moved into Something To Cope mode full-speed. More recording tonight. At least a couple of hours, but not much more as not to push myself into what should be sleeping hours. "Ghetto Soliloquy" up on deck. Watch me to rip a (w)hole in it...
Our 10-year-old God-daughter won a local writing contest that eye also placed in for many of my school years. As a matter of fact, it was through this contest that eye was first published in a now defunct local newspaper (Nashville Banner) during high school. We are just tickled to death for her and proud parents (What's up DJ Reggie Reg? How are you, Tiff?). Thanks so much for including us in your moment. Please allow me to share it with the world:
Black Cat by Brianna Mason
Black cat, Brother to the concrete. Where do you live? Where will we meet? Wandering along the city streets. Running in front of passing jeeps. Drinking rain water from gutters up high Ducking down, cautious of the red sirens in the night. Balancing just like bottles on the cold wall. Sleeping beside apartments, churches and malls. Hunting pesky subway mice. His eyes following trains, a blur of color and lights. During the day, he paints shadows on graffiti-colored walls And pushes past people outside crowded malls. Leaping upon ledges, eyes like old, green bottles, When heÂ?s worn out he waddles. Crossing basketball courts with no-netted hoops His eyes watching the dirty orange ball; Through the hoop, it swoops. Searching for sun-soaked spots and snoozing in flower pots. Black cat, Where is your home? He replies, "Anywhere I roam."
*Note: Not this DJ Reggie Reg, but the one from the "Pre-Life Crisis" cover .
Between incessant drama & the binge brew gurguling taking place in my environment, breakdown was inevitable. Jack has been calling back-to-back all day on a similar schedule as Chase Visa collection throughout the mourning. Well into the afternoon. His warm reception has deceived me, as always.
eye rip raps; on same microphones poetry.
eye balance formality with artistic integrity.
eye close deals, book shows, then pen prose.
eye cook meals before heading to post bills .
eye read to the youth; record to the beat.
eye flow, consult, lecture, teach & speak.
eye blog & tweet; send messages to senders.
eye fool to the internet; slave to lender.
eye write for the love.
eye fight for the write.
eye am a writer.