"I think i'm doing a service to black women by
portraying myself as a sex machine.I mean,
what's wrong with being a sex machine, darling?
Sex is large, sex is life,sex is as large as life, so it
appeals to anyone that's living, or rather it should."
- Grace Jones
this image is incredible.
My birthday weekend was spectacular. Had a great surprise party put together by my roommate. Some of my best buds were in the building. We played a series of inappropriate games and enjoyed each others company. I even smashed my face in the cake for tehe's and giggles. Friday we went to dinner at Marlows Tavern for dinner, it wasn't a birthday dinner, it was dinner and it just happened to be my birthday. I sipped Woodchuck Cider and enjoy myself. Special shout out to everyone who came to both of events. Saturday I had sushi, saw District 9 & then I sat in Subway at Atlantic Station and had iced tea and chewed the fat with some friends. Later that night I got laid (2nd time in 3 days, I got laid Wednesday too, FTW). Sunday I went to a local coffee spot and made gallons of creative kool-aid with one of my new writing partners. We're working on this sci-fi project, it was crazy. Finally, to top it all off. I had dinner at Gordan Biersch with some people from Deeper Love and I had a blast. We shut the place down. I had to write about this because it's so rare that I have a weekend this relaxed and entertaining.
until next time.
all my love.
- chaaaase.
Last year I took part of a video project with the CDC for an effort
they we're launching called CDC TV. I totally forgot about it.
Well...it's launched. I got the email today. I look and sound awkward
but hey anything to get the word out there right...
sidenote: I LOOK SO WEIRD WITH HAIR.
http://www.cdc.gov/CDCtv/NeedToKnow/
Fill your desire for something long, juicy and flame-grilled
with the NEW BK SUPER SEVEN INCHER.
Yearn for more after you taste the mind-blowing burger
that comes with a single beef patty, topped with American cheese,
crispy onions and the A.1. Thick & Hearty Steak Sauce.
[source.]
So this morning I decided that since I have to stay at work until 9:00 p.m. I'll go in late. I lounged for about 30 minutes and then decided to just go on in because I was bored. I'd arranged to get picked up but at the last minute I decided to walk. I needed to clear my head. As I was walking and thinking I was getting kinda bummed due to some personal issues but I pressed on. I was almost halfway there when I saw this on the Fulton Street Bridge. A dehydrated, weak, injured kitten. My initial thought was "how the fuck did you get here?" it was the middle of the bridge? I didn't know what to do so I stared at it. It stared back, I smiled and it continued staring at me blankly. Then it meowed and my recently chilled heart began to melt. Here I was on the way to work feeling sorry for myself and this little kitten is here basically dying on a bridge. I called a few people with no luck, sent out some BBM's and text messages and I finally got in touch with my boss. He said he was coming and that my co-worker would take the kitten. So I'm waiting, making small talk with Fulton (I named her) and I decided against my better judgment to pick her up. Big mistake, the little bitch gnawed on my finger. I walked her across the bridge to Turner Field and my boss and co-worker arrived shortly there after. They brought a little mini Dixie cup that they cute in half. We gave Fulton some spring water and she lapped it like a camel. Her little body was trembling, it was bad. We let her have her fill of water and then we made a little make shift bed for her in the back seat. My boss looked up directions to a Humane Society near Piedmont Park off Beverly that didn't fucking exist so we drove to the one on Howell Mill. We parked make our way to the entrance and the doors are locked. Apparently they were on lunch for another 15 minutes. Groundbreaking. My co-worker notices a side door is unlocked so we go inside. The b**** at the desk tells us they're on lunch to which I reply I know but can we sit inside the waiting area. That stupid c*** said no that the office is closed and we'd have to wait outside. So I calmly walk outside suppressing my urge to come across that desk and stick one of those clipboards up her rude ass. We wait 13 minutes. A woman comes out and motions us inside. Then we find out that we're at the wrong part of the Atlanta Humane Society and that we need to go around the corner to the lost and found animals section. Fine. We go there, wait another 10 or 15 minutes (which was bizarre seeing as how we were the only ones there) Finally the clerk asks us some questions and tells us that since Fulton is injured, we have to take her to Fulton County Animal Control. We smiled and exit. She gave us an information sheet with a map with acute angles and lines so of course we got lost for next 20 minutes. My phone dies so Kevin whips out his GPS. We make it to this place. Go inside, I fill out some paper work that basically said "You're not the owner, if this animal isn't adoptable we're gonna kill it." The lady at the counter was rather crotchety and senile but helpful nonetheless. My boss left his information so that if they do decide to euthenize Fulton he'll come get her. And that was my morning. I left feeling even more depressed than I was before I left. So far today sucked. I really hope Fulton is okay and that she finds a good home.
It reminds me of HOOK set 200 years in the future.
more about the man behind the structure...
In order to discover true innovation you have to look.
This blog was founded on that principle alone.
I respect energy, passion, ingenuity and an unbridled raw hunger to express oneself .
The birthing process is essential, the conception is so important to me.
I like to know that an artist didn't just pay a bunch of people to come up with something.
Rather the artist conceptualized their vision and fashioned it in a way that fulfills their artistic intent.
Sadly most of the most successful acts are puppets.
Because in order to make it in the music business, you have to sell and on a grand scale---
people are stupid, so music is thus reduced to simple catchy hooks and songs about nothing.
There's a difference between having a great team of people behind you and having a great team of people who make you who you are.
With that in mind, I'd like to encourage everyone to look.
LOOK around you!
Don't take the delightful dollops of bullshit we hear on the radio as the full spectrum.
There's so much out there.
[do they sell stereos without radios, if so please email me where so I can purchase one
to ensure that when I'm in my room I don't accidentally tune in even if just for a millisecond]
I kinda miss cassettes. There was something about the way they felt.
The sound they made when you put them in the stereo. I had so many favorites.
I'm having a moment of nostalgia...anywho this artwork is really cool.a few more.
[SOURCE]
This disturbed me, apparently: Facebook's terms of service (TOS) used to say that when you
closed an account on their network, any rights they claimed to the original content you uploaded
would expire. Not anymore. [read it here]
So yeah...may wanna evaluate my affiliation with "the-book."
Mark Zuckerberg don't play bout his paper!
He will take YO SHIT!
"I trust friends over family. Family was not chosen by me; friends were.
Family, in my experience, tends to take advantage of the idea that you're
somehow "joined by blood," and because of it, don't seem to understand
that any sort of relationship, no matter how it started, requires work to
maintain. Friends tend to understand that a bit more, because those
relationships is based a bit more on work, especially if you watched it
grow/nurtured it from scratch. If I consider you "family," we'll have to work
a bit harder to be "friends." And there isn't a person on this planet who I'm
friends with or have been friends with that I'd ever consider
family, because I don't think family is the definition of closeness."
--K'Roc [http://revkris.blogspot.com]
Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
[Shel Silverstein]
