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Just took my second shower of the day while walking up Georgia Ave in NW, DC. The weather out here is crazy.

When I'm inside or having a date night I do enjoy the rain. Brings forth a certain type of peace and calm, and when the sun comes out again it gives a sense of rebirth, like a revitalization of our earth.

Wonder what effects the oil spill in the Gulf will have on our rain --->our earth--->our food---> our people.

Just some summer rain thoughts.
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Inspiration: Maestro Knows

Cute dude. Totally inspired. Industry connects, a passport and a quality video cam. What's not to love?
A guy friend of mine, Damon Lawrence over at, put me on to this cool kid with lots of know how, a dream, and some wisdom. Check out this trailer for his show which has tons of videos on Vimeo.

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Afternoon Craving


Peace, Power, and food, I mean Love

Vintage Black America

As I sit listening to Aretha Franklin's station on Pandora my soul is dancing back to a time where living in America was more simple, but was still complex for Black Americans and all people of color.Jim Crow was still kicking and racism didn't feel the need to hide in our institutions and behind the desk of corporations but was front and center in American life.

Blacks removed form their homeland and the chains of slavery began to build their own unique culture and way of life in America infused with style, love, passion, values, and good food and music.

Sometimes I feel like a have an old soul and a young heart, which in my opinion is one of the best ways to be. My old soul gives me wisdom beyond my years and keeps me tied to my values of love, hard work, family, and innocence. My young heart keeps me fresh with creative ideas, a smile on my face, and gives me the urge to stay up and out all night dancing.

I am dedicated to and in love with Black history and culture, its who I am and what I do.

I definitely get kicks out of flipping through the old photos of campus life in the vintage Howard University yearbooks we have in the Yearbook Office on campus. My university is a leading institution in research and has premier sources that document African and African-American history, culture and life. If you ever happen upon campus do yourself a favor and stop by the Moorland-Spingarn Research Center in Founders Library which is "one of the world's largest and most comprehensive repositories for the documentation of the history and culture of people of African descent in Africa, the Americas, and other parts of the world". It's a treasure...I promise.

Lets bring back some memories of Vintage Black America:

Here is a beautiful site featuring black America's form the 1860's up until the Black Power Movement of the 1960's.

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Inspired and Moving with Closed Eyes

Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step. - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Inside my head there lives a dream that I want to see in the sun...strength, courage, and wisdom it's been inside of me all along. Time to step out on faith, its time to show my face... -India Arie

For the past few days I have feeling a renewed surge of energy and passion directed toward my dreams. I have focus, I have drive, and most importantly a rededicated feeling and love toward the visions I hold of my future.

It's a blessing to be able to say that I am becoming more solidly planted in my wants, desires, and hopes for my future endeavours. The only problem , and I am not even sure whether this is a problem or not, is I often times I don't know which route to take.

A beloved friend once told me in conversation is that all you need to know is where your come from (point A) and where you want to be (point B) and the route in between doesn't matter as much as your determination to get to point B.

Sometimes I feel extra determined and inspired, sometimes I don't and I know there will be more times in the future when I wont (mid-terms, man trouble,blah, blah, blah). Many would say "allow God to order your steps in the way of his will" and I believe that is true. Many others would say "you need a solid plan, steps, structure to make it there" and I believe that is true, as well.

Is there ever a perfect combination or formula for achieving your dreams? Did those who reached success just know they would get there? or did the plan for months, years, or however long it took them to make it?

I am inspired, but sometimes I feel like I'm moving toward my dreams with closed eyes. But hey, even the blind can make it to the promise land. With a little help and an open heart, I am sure I'll feel my way there.

To Zion, the promised, my dreams and beyond...

Here are some quotes from regarding faith:

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. ~Kahlil Gibran

Fear knocked at the door. Faith answered. And lo, no one was there. ~Author Unknown

Faith is spiritualized imagination. ~Henry Ward Beecher

Faith is putting all your eggs in God's basket, then counting your blessings before they hatch. ~Ramona C. Carroll

Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark. ~Rabindranath Tagore

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India Arie- He Heals Me

I'm at my internship looking at video all day and this popped up into my head. Makes me think of someone special so I decided to post it. That person knows who they are =)

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Selah Sue

Just vibe with me. The last one is my favorite by her.

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Transitioning Hair- Swimming Pools and Beaches

I went to Virgina beach this weekend with my boyfriend and some old friends to celebrate my homie Mia's birthday. It was a great trip and I got some much needed rest and time away from the DMV.

This was a weekend of first including my first time doing a road trip with my guy and my first time managing my half natural, half relaxed hair while undergoing major water time.

I swore and down that old black girl oath of " I'm not letting no damn water touch my hair!" but if you know me you know that I live to swim and play in the sand, so I jumped in.

Dealing with the post pool/beach hair wasn't so bad, and I didn't have to bring out the entire brigade of salon tools and products. I co-washed all my hair letting the conditioner sit for a while, then I towel dried it, applied melted natural shea butter, put on a scarf and took a nap.

Came out great and my hair felt soft as a new born babies.

I think I'm gonna dig this no perm thing after all.

Here is a beautiful Tumblog featuring Queens with natural hair, .

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Blogging from my BlackBerry

Just checkin' this out. First of many BB updates to come :)

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See I was born into this world... New Lauryn Hill!

I love Ms. Hill, not just because she is from my hometown or her beautiful natural hair but for the energy that is born in her mind and manifests through her words.. born from her lips.Enjoy this new song form L Boogie, Repercussions!

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New Movie: The Social Network

Columbia Pictures released the full length trailer for their new movie about the beginnings of Facebook. The Social Network is based off of the book The Accidental Billionaires by Ben Mezrich which highlights the victories and woes of Harvard student turned self-made millionaire Mark Zukerberg, the CEO of the website. The film also features the fine Justin Timberlake so it has to be good, right?  There will be no advertisements for the movie on, however, because of the use of the name and other legal barriers. The Social Network is due out this October.

Check it out:

Looks way more exciting than it sounds. I'll definitely catch it in theaters.

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Her Crown is Her Beauty

I don't know if its a Black woman thing or this Black college thing that has me running to clip the relaxer out of my hair, but I can not wait to be natural. It's going to be a  hell of a journey but the new wave of online sources for natural hair care and natural beauty awareness are astounding and helpful.

I have noticed some beef between the girls who prefer getting relaxers and those who have decided to be natural that is quite reminiscent of some Spike Lee School Daze ish.  No need for any of that energy because whether a woman dons 18" Indian Remy or is happily nappy her hair is her crown and that crown is her glory.

Here are some pictures that give me inspiration to continue on the path the healthy, beautiful and natural hair. 

Check my favorite natural/ healthy hair site, Black Girl with Long Hair:

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Happy Friday

I really want my weekend to scream this. Sounds like summer love to me.


I'm no longer afraid of your future cause after tonight I'm going to be in your past forever.
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The ?uestion

I've been thinking a lot recently about the meaning of manhood and womanhood and how the African-American culture has its own definitions of the two, of course encompassing ideas from US social norms.
Though physically removed from Africa many of the ideals, norms and values play a role in defining who we are at this dynamic life stage.

As for my personal definitions of womanhood and African- American womanhood my characterization is ever evolving. This interpretation of who I am currently and where I need to be to gain membership into the social realm of "the woman" is unique to my experiences, culture, family and spirituality.

 I notice my entry into the society creeping closer and closer as I look in the mirror, walk into my office and interact with others. As my hips expand and gait gets stronger I walk even more quickly into the sisterhood. Habits of mine that are changing and little things like the tiny new moles and beauty marks (all women in my family have them) that are now tracing my cheek bones help to define my womanhood.

I am in love with the idea of  Kujichagulia though I am quite aware of the reality that our expression of self is stifled by the unyielding hand of stereotypes and the social mental illness of racism.

Often it seems as though the definitions we provide for ourselves do not fit in the stereotypical containers labeled by the hand of greater American society.

 Think of the stereotypes and negative long held assumptions of black women and men.

Black woman: lewd, Jezebel like characters that are overweight, undereducated,  bear the scars of lovers gone and birth children out of wedlock

Black man: over sexualized, athletic, uneducated, lazy and have a special thing for innocent white women

Of course as a self loving and respecting person my definition of black womanhood does not reflect these commonly held ideas, but I often feel myself overcompensating to make sure others don't believe it either.

I know who I am and who I plan to be as I journey into womanhood. The question, however, remains whether or not it is my duty, our duty, to make sure others who are unjustly critical or prejudice of African-Americans don't feel the need to define an entire people in a negative way.
A man that I admire and respect, Roots drummer ?uestlove, recently elaborated on some of the unwritten rules and extra steps that he must take to tone down characteristics of his Black male hood to not be deemed a threat and to further himself in American society.

Here ?uest doesn't go on to describe what Black manhood is to him, but rather American society's fear of it.

In response to Reply # 41

but its like those are the small adjustments i have to make in everyday life to make white people happy.
here are some others.

-i remove the afro pick when im going to a city on a plane and we (the roots) are the only blacks aboard. im use to being a goldfish to people by now. but sometimes i just give up.

-i talk EXTRA job interview whenever the flight attendant reads the beautiful name my parents gave me aloud. just to assure the wall street journalites that im not going to pull the act you think im going to pull simply because you just heard two arabic names read aloud in first class.

-i turn my body hard to the left (as if in the dunce corner) when im on an elevator alone….

-actually part 2: i will get OFF the elevator sometimes cause the fear of entering the elevator is such a shock to some white women they will just play it off like they dont have to get on. so i get off….
….and next thing you know….they get on.

part 3 (i know this is some sad shit on the uncle rukus tip)- i also stand smack dead center in the elevator to avoid the always embarrassing scenario of: door opens, they walk in unsuspecting then they look in the blind spot where i am hidden in a corner and they “YELP!!!!….oh god you scared me”.

part 4

- i never travel in an elevator with dixpop cause that to me is the nightmares horror scripts are made of.
–yeah it gets worse.

all the roots acknowledge that we colgate smile in our passports so that we look harmless. and PRAY to god we get no trouble (ive done 6 anal searches in my 17 years of travel—that is 7 too many)—mos spoke on this (heathrow mr nigga) back in 2000. i’ve had 2 more situations go down since buffalo (see myspace blog) but after awhile its just broken record time.
i mean i tape my snare drum as to not sound too soulful for viacom just in case they play our shit.
–small shit—
always small shit.
i OVER OVER OVER tip just to overcompensate in restaurants.
and not because i got money.
and not because i dont want my food tainted.

but because i know they think blacks suck at tipping.
EVEN me getting the car is a reaction to adjustment in america
(i mean granted yes….it was free and its afro friendly and i enjoy riding it….)
but shit is so fucked up that NOW the right thing is to get a baller car because no self respecting cat would get a mini (my other jawn) or a prius (my next jawn)—
i mean i “see” your point and i know you “get ” my point.

but my point is…
if my choice of car is based on what car will make me look more innocent.
—-just read that again.
if my choice of car is based on what car will make me look more innocent.
MORE innocent.
they dont know about the nice guy shit.

or the scholarships
or the santa quest shits
or the benefits
or the community service
or the bailouts from jail ive posted
or jobs i provided
or the lectures
or my “proper english”
or me taking care of my mother, father, sister, 3 nieces, 2 cousins, paralyzed childhood friend, and my hero’s mother.

they see none of that yo.

im just a dude cheating on his trainer.
that’s my real crime.
the 1:40 am fish samich.
the taste and smell bring me back to a place that only soul train reruns can evoke:

1200 block of S 49th street. my grandma’s house.
i know this seems overdramatic (it is)
but not hardly overexaaaaagggggeeeerraaated. (W hotels are the darkest most sinsiter looking elevators in the USA. and if you are on your 5th vodka and the doors open and you see me…

but in closing….
if my choice of car is based on what car will make me look more innocent.
then something has got to give.

i’ll be 40 in a couple of years.
im sooooooo at the end of my rope when it comes to adjustments for survival in america that are so small and miniscule that sometimes it aint worth mentioning.
this is why Wright was so amped.
and america was so shocked.

i love my car.
what car is out there that is as cool as my car….that they won’t even stop to think twice to see if i stole some white dudes shit.
Here's the link to the discussion:

Interesting subject all around. The man had to plan what car he purchased as to not be stopped in the middle of the night under the assumption that he was a drug dealer or stole it. And the anal searches? 

We definitley have a lot to deal with both internally and socialy, with other ourselves and those around us. I'm just wishing everyone peace and the power to grow into and be themselves.

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." -e. e. cummings

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e.e. cummings

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”

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Maybe, Baby, We Can Save the Nation

After a WONDERFUL long weekend that served to be quite eventful and inspirational this little diddy by Jill Scott out of Phili is all that is playing in my mind; had to post it.

Enjoy Ms. Jilly from Philly!

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