Toni Morrison is one of the best authors. Period! Here's what she said...
"All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was."
"At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough."
" Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it."
"I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people."
"I don't think a female running a house is a problem, a broken family. It's perceived as one because of the notion that a head is a man."
"Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another."
"I get angry about things, then go on and work."
"I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it."
"I'm not entangled in shaping my work according to other people's views of how I should have done it."
"If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, you must be the one to write it."
"If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it."
"Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all."
"My children are delightful people, whom I would love even if they weren't my children."
"She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind."
The ability of writers to imagine what is not the self, to familiarize the strange and mystify the familiar, is the test of their power.
"There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how."
“The loneliest woman in the world is the woman without a close woman friend”
"Access to knowledge is the superb, the supreme act of truly great civilizations. Of all the institutions that purport to do this, free libraries stand virtually alone in accomplishing this."
The highlighted ones are my favorites. Which are yours?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I see Homeless people
An acquaintance said to me, "See that car across the street? I think those people are living in that car. I think they are homeless." The car across the street has been there for about 3 weeks but she only lost her job 3 days ago. Now she sees.
Earlier that day some co-workers were saying the same thing about a couple in the neighborhood that has a station wagon parked close to our job. They thought this couple was possibly homeless becuase of the ton of stuff that filled the back seats. I added a few, "Oh ,really's" and one or 2, "What makes you say that?" I also added a story about an old woman I met in a Walgreen's parking lot recently who needed help getting a case of bottled water out of her cart and into her car. She refused my assistance but I hung around to make sure she could actually make the water to car transfer without killing herself. That's when I noticed the backseat of her early 90's peice of shit Ford Taurus. Damn. It was packed to the roof with bags on top of bags of old lady life. As she struggled with a 24-pack of Crystal Geyser, I wondered where her children were. Was she married? Did he die? How did her life story end up stuffed into the back of this crappy ass American made car?
She tried to gently coax me out of her world by saying, "That's sweet of you baby to stay around to help me but I got it. I can manage. You get yo self outta dis rain before you catch cold."
I couldn't move. I said, " Are you sure?"
She said, " Girl I do this ALL the time. I'll be alright."
Then she smiled. One of those smiles where the teeth, lips and lines around the mouth were partying but the eyes were not invited.
I didn't smile back. I just said okay and got into my car. My 2005 Toyota Matrix with the backseat containing a few books and my daughters basketball jersey.
My backseat haunts me lately cuz I know I'm really only one paycheck away from cramming my life back there. Good thing I got a hatchback.
Earlier that day some co-workers were saying the same thing about a couple in the neighborhood that has a station wagon parked close to our job. They thought this couple was possibly homeless becuase of the ton of stuff that filled the back seats. I added a few, "Oh ,really's" and one or 2, "What makes you say that?" I also added a story about an old woman I met in a Walgreen's parking lot recently who needed help getting a case of bottled water out of her cart and into her car. She refused my assistance but I hung around to make sure she could actually make the water to car transfer without killing herself. That's when I noticed the backseat of her early 90's peice of shit Ford Taurus. Damn. It was packed to the roof with bags on top of bags of old lady life. As she struggled with a 24-pack of Crystal Geyser, I wondered where her children were. Was she married? Did he die? How did her life story end up stuffed into the back of this crappy ass American made car?
She tried to gently coax me out of her world by saying, "That's sweet of you baby to stay around to help me but I got it. I can manage. You get yo self outta dis rain before you catch cold."
I couldn't move. I said, " Are you sure?"
She said, " Girl I do this ALL the time. I'll be alright."
Then she smiled. One of those smiles where the teeth, lips and lines around the mouth were partying but the eyes were not invited.
I didn't smile back. I just said okay and got into my car. My 2005 Toyota Matrix with the backseat containing a few books and my daughters basketball jersey.
My backseat haunts me lately cuz I know I'm really only one paycheck away from cramming my life back there. Good thing I got a hatchback.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The Random
These are just random thoughts swirling in my dome....
Why does Beyonce keep rocking her mothers' CRAP-tastical evening wear? Yo B! You done good. Moms is set for life from your hard work. You're a great daughter. You don't owe her nothing else. Stop with the foolishness that is the HOUSE of DEREON. These fishtailed messes made from sofa fabrics have got to stop. Stop reppin' that garbage cuz you're doing a horrible service to women, girls, the country AND the world.
Why do I get the feeling that sometime in Spring or Summer First Lady Obama is gonna walk across the White House lawn looking hot to death with fine ass Mr. Prez and kids in tow, rocking some braids neatly tucked in a tight ass bun? That right I said it! BRAIDS! Braids boarding Air Force One on the way to Camp David. It's coming peeps.
CAN...YOU...FEEEEEL...IT!
Remember you heard it HERE first when the mainstream media starts accusing her of sporting a Nation of Islam Black Panther Terrorist that hates America hairdo. HA!
I *Heart" Robert DeNiro cuz he luvs the black berries. Has dude ever dated a white woman?
Enlighten me, please.
February is the longest, shortest month. I can't wait until this month is freakin' over. ARRGH!
Blogging is a lot more challenging than I expected. I have a great deal of respect for those who do it well. There must be some truth to the stereotype. You know the one about bloggers being slobs in PJ's in front of the TV snacking while typing cuz this craft takes "time." You know the shit I'm poorly managing these days.
Why is it that as a parent you kick ass by giving your kids the tools they need to face challenges and overcome obstacles when you're not around, and the minute they utilize the tools and skills successfully you wanna kick their asses for not needing your help?
God I hate whiny ass old schooldemocrats. They are so in denial. At some point they are gonna realize that their party of old is obsolete as well. Obama and Dean revamped the Dem Party and changed the way the game is played right before their very eyes. The New Dem Party is a party of confidence, swagger, intellect, humor, snark (YAY Robert Gibbs-Press Secretary BIOOOTCH!), YOUTH, vision, GI-normous ideas and nothing to freakin' lose cuz we lost all out shit during the cold and dark years of Bush/ Cheney.
The old dem party of whiners, doubters, complainers, and saps is dead. Come new or shut the fuck up cuz Obama's GOT THIS. Ya Heard!
Early AM sex has got to be good for your health. *sigh*
Please hurry up and kill off Blondie from Grey's Anatomy. DAMN already!
Debbie Wasserman Schultz kicks ass even though she's starting to look a lil reptilian. Seems like Florida does strange thangs to white people. Crist looks a lil strange as well. hmmmm...
Enlighten me.
I'm going to wake up in Paris soon. I am dammit! I AM!
This weekend I came to the realization that although I would desperately love to cut off all my hair I'm not. I lack the self esteem and uber-confidence needed to rock a bald head. Plus my face is too fat so until I commit to this damn raw food diet and lose at least face fat (at most ass fat) then braid shop here I come. *sigh*
I loved a DJ as a teenager. I saw him in passing one day in Target. Fucking Target! He was with his wife and daughter. I was with my husband. Our eyes met. We said hello. I loved him again, right there in the kitchen utensil ailse. And then he was gone....
Why does Beyonce keep rocking her mothers' CRAP-tastical evening wear? Yo B! You done good. Moms is set for life from your hard work. You're a great daughter. You don't owe her nothing else. Stop with the foolishness that is the HOUSE of DEREON. These fishtailed messes made from sofa fabrics have got to stop. Stop reppin' that garbage cuz you're doing a horrible service to women, girls, the country AND the world.
Why do I get the feeling that sometime in Spring or Summer First Lady Obama is gonna walk across the White House lawn looking hot to death with fine ass Mr. Prez and kids in tow, rocking some braids neatly tucked in a tight ass bun? That right I said it! BRAIDS! Braids boarding Air Force One on the way to Camp David. It's coming peeps.
CAN...YOU...FEEEEEL...IT!
Remember you heard it HERE first when the mainstream media starts accusing her of sporting a Nation of Islam Black Panther Terrorist that hates America hairdo. HA!
I *Heart" Robert DeNiro cuz he luvs the black berries. Has dude ever dated a white woman?
Enlighten me, please.
February is the longest, shortest month. I can't wait until this month is freakin' over. ARRGH!
Blogging is a lot more challenging than I expected. I have a great deal of respect for those who do it well. There must be some truth to the stereotype. You know the one about bloggers being slobs in PJ's in front of the TV snacking while typing cuz this craft takes "time." You know the shit I'm poorly managing these days.
Why is it that as a parent you kick ass by giving your kids the tools they need to face challenges and overcome obstacles when you're not around, and the minute they utilize the tools and skills successfully you wanna kick their asses for not needing your help?
God I hate whiny ass old schooldemocrats. They are so in denial. At some point they are gonna realize that their party of old is obsolete as well. Obama and Dean revamped the Dem Party and changed the way the game is played right before their very eyes. The New Dem Party is a party of confidence, swagger, intellect, humor, snark (YAY Robert Gibbs-Press Secretary BIOOOTCH!), YOUTH, vision, GI-normous ideas and nothing to freakin' lose cuz we lost all out shit during the cold and dark years of Bush/ Cheney.
The old dem party of whiners, doubters, complainers, and saps is dead. Come new or shut the fuck up cuz Obama's GOT THIS. Ya Heard!
Early AM sex has got to be good for your health. *sigh*
Please hurry up and kill off Blondie from Grey's Anatomy. DAMN already!
Debbie Wasserman Schultz kicks ass even though she's starting to look a lil reptilian. Seems like Florida does strange thangs to white people. Crist looks a lil strange as well. hmmmm...
Enlighten me.
I'm going to wake up in Paris soon. I am dammit! I AM!
This weekend I came to the realization that although I would desperately love to cut off all my hair I'm not. I lack the self esteem and uber-confidence needed to rock a bald head. Plus my face is too fat so until I commit to this damn raw food diet and lose at least face fat (at most ass fat) then braid shop here I come. *sigh*
I loved a DJ as a teenager. I saw him in passing one day in Target. Fucking Target! He was with his wife and daughter. I was with my husband. Our eyes met. We said hello. I loved him again, right there in the kitchen utensil ailse. And then he was gone....
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tears for Fears and Friend
So one of my dearest friends is in the hospital right now in an extremely courageous fight for his beautiful life. All of his family and friends have been encouraging, hopeful and prayerful. We try to remain in positive spirits around him so that when he occasionally bulldozes his way through the sedatives and wakes up for brief moments he'll be greeted with lots of love and gorgeous smiles. Well yesterday, no matter how much I tried to will myself to be cheery and bubbly I just couldn't make it happen. At one point I said to myself, "Get it together, girl so you can talk to him so he knows you're here." My self responded by saying, "Fuck You. We will not play Stepford friend today." I pleaded with my "self" to stop being defiant and when she refused I decided I would wait her out. I sat in a chair near my friends bedside in silence. I was using every muscle, every breath, every mantra, every cell in my body to push back against the flow of tears. At one point my husband asked me if I was alright. He said, "I know this is tough baby but you gotta breathe."
Just...breathe.
And so I did.
I breathed in hard. I breathed in hospital smells. I breathed in my husbands cologne. I breathed in beeping machines displaying fucking numbers I don't understand. I breathed in tumors, damaged lungs, failing kidneys, high blood pressure, and high sugar levels. I breathed in yesterday when we were whole. Laughter, home grown and homemade music, parties, dance, beauty. I breathed in my guardian angel. The one who saved MY life and why cant I fucking save his? I breathed in LOVE. I breathed in Sunday Brunches and at home jam sessions. I breathed in duets and who'll be Donnie Hathaway to my Roberta Flack now? I breathed in clothes shopping cuz I suck at it unless he helps. I breathed in salads cuz his raspberry vinagrette is da bomb. I breathed in Obama cuz we knocked on doors in Reno while a 70 year old man called me a "fuckin' nigger bitch." I breathed in Nevada cuz we turned that bitch BLUE! I breathed in "Papa" cuz that's what the twins called him once the adoption was final. I breathed in miracles cuz God has blessed us with many. I breathed in Magic Johnson cuz I'm feeling like that dude got a cure for this shit. I breathed in money cuz I'm sure right now thats Magic's main cure and we ain't got it. I breathed in light because it's all around him. I breathed in pain cuz when the nurses ask him if he's in pain he shakes his head no but I hurt for him from my hair follicles to the tips of my toes.
THEN
I EXHALED.....woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo With that release the tears came.
Just...breathe.
And so I did.
I breathed in hard. I breathed in hospital smells. I breathed in my husbands cologne. I breathed in beeping machines displaying fucking numbers I don't understand. I breathed in tumors, damaged lungs, failing kidneys, high blood pressure, and high sugar levels. I breathed in yesterday when we were whole. Laughter, home grown and homemade music, parties, dance, beauty. I breathed in my guardian angel. The one who saved MY life and why cant I fucking save his? I breathed in LOVE. I breathed in Sunday Brunches and at home jam sessions. I breathed in duets and who'll be Donnie Hathaway to my Roberta Flack now? I breathed in clothes shopping cuz I suck at it unless he helps. I breathed in salads cuz his raspberry vinagrette is da bomb. I breathed in Obama cuz we knocked on doors in Reno while a 70 year old man called me a "fuckin' nigger bitch." I breathed in Nevada cuz we turned that bitch BLUE! I breathed in "Papa" cuz that's what the twins called him once the adoption was final. I breathed in miracles cuz God has blessed us with many. I breathed in Magic Johnson cuz I'm feeling like that dude got a cure for this shit. I breathed in money cuz I'm sure right now thats Magic's main cure and we ain't got it. I breathed in light because it's all around him. I breathed in pain cuz when the nurses ask him if he's in pain he shakes his head no but I hurt for him from my hair follicles to the tips of my toes.
THEN
I EXHALED.....woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo With that release the tears came.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
So She Begins...
Aiight I'm in. You asked for it (all 3 of you) and now it's here. I'm officially bloggin'. What will I blog about, you ask? Who the hell knows. Seriously. I figure I'll use this as a means to purge all the random crazy from my dome. Eventually a central theme should take shape. Right? Right!?!
My fave 3 topics to date are:
Astronomy and most things related to Earth's destruction by Meteors and/or random shit floating in space currently because NASA folks are always losing stuff.
Politics: Luvs me the Obama Movement, The Modernization of the Democratic Party and the total annihilation of the Republican Party. Watching the crash and burn polictics of the now defunct GOP is Deee-lightful.
Hip Hop and my neverending quest to locate its whereabouts in todays crazy world.
Of course you know I won't be able to resist sharing my opinions on just about everything else in the universe. I think that why folks wanted me to get this blog poppin'-So I could stop ranting or so that a whole mess a folks could experience firsthand the inner workings of a madwoman.
Anyhoo...I hope you all enjoy what I'm about to drop into the blogoshere. If you dont, then...BOUNCE.
Peace and Love,
Scribs
P.S.-Feel free to provide feedback/comments on what it is you'd like to see. It's new and I'm open to suggestions...at the moment. :-)
My fave 3 topics to date are:
Astronomy and most things related to Earth's destruction by Meteors and/or random shit floating in space currently because NASA folks are always losing stuff.
Politics: Luvs me the Obama Movement, The Modernization of the Democratic Party and the total annihilation of the Republican Party. Watching the crash and burn polictics of the now defunct GOP is Deee-lightful.
Hip Hop and my neverending quest to locate its whereabouts in todays crazy world.
Of course you know I won't be able to resist sharing my opinions on just about everything else in the universe. I think that why folks wanted me to get this blog poppin'-So I could stop ranting or so that a whole mess a folks could experience firsthand the inner workings of a madwoman.
Anyhoo...I hope you all enjoy what I'm about to drop into the blogoshere. If you dont, then...BOUNCE.
Peace and Love,
Scribs
P.S.-Feel free to provide feedback/comments on what it is you'd like to see. It's new and I'm open to suggestions...at the moment. :-)
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