tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49202916598019692852024-09-09T02:57:44.781-05:00You've given your two cents... I've heard your opinion... this is mine. Feel free to keep the change!~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-10299216256303441972011-08-15T23:39:00.000-05:002011-08-15T23:39:04.490-05:00

I'm watching way too much Law and Order lately.  Starting to approach life in general and politics in particular like a crime scene.  Seminal fluid, hair samples, dental work and the all to common "guilty admission".  Watch me adopt my Vincent D'Onofrio stare.  And like a serial killer returning to the scene of the crime, Texas has managed to produce/

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Husband and wife musical duos are scarce in this age of the "Independent Woman" and "Money First, Women Later", so witnessing a couple who promote romantic interdependence and a healthy, realistic marriage and talent is like seeing a butterfly on the moon: a rarity. Kindred & The Family Soul, more commonly referred to as simply Kindred, hit the neo soul music scene

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-7627089460838395612011-02-26T21:33:00.000-06:002011-02-26T21:33:41.390-06:00

My parent's were strict. No sleepovers before 10. No dangly earrings before 13. No phone calls from boys before 14. No make up before 15. No dates before 16. No mini skirts, night clubs, cleavage or swearing...EVER! (See how well I turned out?). My parent's weren't strict. We had the freedom to watch Benny Hill, listen to Redd Foxx AND Richard Pryor and understood the ins and outs of sex (no pun

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I'm a blogger. I think we've covered that extensively and you're pretty well versed on the subject by now, so I can cease with the introductions. I'm an article picker. What does that mean? That means I spend at least an hour a day trolling the "interwebs" perusing stories, articles, pictures...and the like. It's reasonable entertainment and usually nets me juicy tidbits on trends in marketing,

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-79457812479680499562011-02-01T10:57:00.000-06:002011-02-01T10:57:53.735-06:00

I realize we adopt and use cliche's for a variety of reasons. Sometimes they're apropos, fit the situation or circumstance and provide an adequate response to life's little quandries. Other times, they're just annoying. In fact, most of the time...they're annoying. Why? Because frankly, there are times when these time weary turns of phrases are just plain off the mark. Need examples? That's why

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-42972816285718202412011-01-14T12:00:00.000-06:002011-01-14T12:00:02.903-06:00

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I often hear people lament their single status and say they're ready to "settle down" and be in a relationship. Then they cue India Arie's I Am Ready For Love and walk off slowly into the sunset. Let me be the first to snap you back to reality and say NOT SO FAST... You are not ready for love and you're not India Arie. This is the thing, love has defied tangible definition since dinosaurs

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-43202705680399951082011-01-05T20:50:00.001-06:002011-01-05T20:51:33.684-06:00

So, you've prepared your spontaneous poses and preset the camera to capture your endless love in 5, 4, 3, 2... Or perhaps, you two are attending a function and your shutter happy friend insists on snapping photographs of you unaware preparing for their life as a member of the paparazzi. Or may, it's just something that happened and once again, yourself and your mate are freeze framed into the

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-78030546062488388722011-01-04T17:43:00.000-06:002011-01-04T17:43:40.554-06:00

On a daily basis we walk a fine line between what's acceptable, extraneous and downright crazy, so it's understandable that occasionally, our opinions about what's acceptable can be brought into question. How do you know how your intentions will be judged. Are you successfully initiating the "meet cute" story that the two of you will eventually tell your children's children at the family reunion.

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-69483489081064806792010-12-30T14:47:00.000-06:002010-12-30T14:47:52.034-06:00

Let the Illuminati rumors resurface. Kanye West ft Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross, Jay-Z - Monster  collaborate to re~ignite the viral waves with their Monster video. Opening with a body hanging from a noose, the talk will begin to decipher when, where and how these artists are related to the "dark underworld" of the Illuminati.  But once again, simpler explanations can be inferred. 

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-2603758787233316552010-12-15T20:12:00.000-06:002010-12-15T20:12:10.931-06:00

I get it. Trust me. Even in this day and age of advanced, intelligent and independent women, a bit of traditionalism can be considered cute. Just don't over do it. I can hear the chorus of voices asking, "Over do it? Whatever do you mean?" I mean that ever so fun game of cat and mouse that we sometimes employ because we've been led to believe that men "only enjoy the chase". (They DO, but thats

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Once upon a time in a land of soft lighting, demur glances and bodies clutched in silhouette there existed a mystical creature called celebrity. How celebrity spent its moments away from the celluloid dream screen were shrouded in a bit of mystery and noire. Extravagances were hinted at through tastefully decorated attire, homes and cars without excess. Even rollicking good times dressed

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Houston, Texas 1975 in the heart of the Trinity Garden neighborhood, a small high school made history without even trying. Thunder Soul is a tribute to the band director who made it possible and documents their story. Discovery Green Houston plays host to the Houston Cinema Arts Festival and will feature an introduction by film director Mark Landsman, an outdoor screening of Thunder Soul and a

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There’s something intriguing about the ability to be hot, cool, relevant, smart and real, simultaneously. So the fact that you find yourself slightly hypnotized by the hip hop stylings of H.I.S.D, don’t be surprised. In fact, be elated, because authentic music is making a comeback in the Space City. With a language, style and true substance of their own, enter the world according to The Houston

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Our Image Festival appeals to the sense of "there is more to the movie going experience than explosions, popcorn, tears and hackneyed love~comedies" while refusing to diminish any of the above. The two day film festival featured highlights such as the African short Pumzi, local Houston performances, screenings of Canadian film, “NURSE.FIGHTER.BOY”, and novel reading of “DARK RAIN: A New Orleans

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-76475788229634335522010-11-06T12:44:00.001-05:002010-11-06T12:46:12.070-05:00

I’d be lying if I said I was walking into this darkened theater unbiased. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t already have a definitive predilection towards Ntozake Shange’s choreopoem, For Colored Girls Who’ve Considered Suicide, When The Rainbow Is Enuf. I’d be lying if I said I was a die hard Tyler Perry fan. And lastly, I’d be lying if I told you I had high hopes for this film and it’s Oscar

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-60571787843243207972010-10-01T01:00:00.003-05:002010-10-06T12:16:23.445-05:00

I have a secret to tell you. I’m ashamed, chagrined and chastised but I can’t stop. It calls me at 3 a.m. and use to cause problems in my relationship. When a 9 to 5 was my reality, it interfered with my work and frequently…~shhhh~ ,,, frequently…I dream about it’s greatness and potential. To reach my addiction more efficiently, I changed my phone plan, sleep habits and living arrangements (

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-52011195730081589632010-09-30T01:11:00.000-05:002010-09-30T01:11:27.479-05:00

I like “stuff”. My favorite time of year is “catalogue” time when my favorite stores jam pack their ‘printed on recycled paper’ pages with new stuff. Everything within its lacquered sheets is shiny, smooth, sparkly and new. These things make me swoon. I think decorating my home should arrive like the seasons, complete with some aptly named solstice, celebratory dance and new color schemes. I like

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Let’s just get a couple of things out in the open from (21) jump street. The young men in question were at (or over) the age of consent according to Atlanta’s law. So annihilate the “pedophile” discussion. The young men in question received gifts, trips and status for their “time”. Obviously, I question “coercion”. I think the tales told of Atlanta’s “down low” statistics are dramatically

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-68963347935636689532010-09-23T11:06:00.002-05:002010-09-23T11:06:33.556-05:00

Or,  how to move on from a breakup without bitterness... I’m a great ex girlfriend. Yep, I’m going to go on record as being called a good friend following many a clean break from previous relationships. With one or two possible exceptions, I can enter a building where a former co~relationship~ant is enjoying himself and the vibe will not turn negative for either party. My homegirls stand

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-54722742216522398922010-09-22T01:00:00.000-05:002010-09-22T01:00:06.795-05:00

I’m told I play “devil’s advocate” very well. My response, “I’m skeptical of the existence of an “external” devil.” What does this mean?  Despite my ability to identify discrimination, prejudice and general unfairness…everybody who cries “innocent”…ain’t. Yes, I purposely slaughtered grammar, spelling and syntax for emphasis. The point I’m making is this…I’m noticing a growing trend towards

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-9773122736416429462010-09-21T01:00:00.001-05:002010-09-21T01:00:01.028-05:00

I'm a contradiction wrapped in the most alluring of chocolate mahogany skin. Honestly, I'm contradictory like the following Drake~ism, "I CANT STAND THESE *rhyming expletive deleted* WHO WANT MY RICHES". While sing/talk/rapping in verse 2: " I WANT TO BUY YOU EVERYTHING IN THE MALL". Yes, I realize this about myself, so when directing questions, comments and concerns, feel

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By now it's the charge heard 'round the world. Five months of street time and everybody's favorite diminutive rapper has found himself within the grasp of the criminal justice system with barely time enough to sire PostPrisonBaby #1. And this time, he's ensure conjugals. September 1, 2010, following a jail stint on a weapons charge, TI (Clifford Harris) and his recently married wife Tameka "Tiny"

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-30069655535573111402010-09-02T01:00:00.006-05:002010-09-02T01:00:02.473-05:00

Once upon a time in a land far away, but somehow right down the street, there lived a girl. She was plain, in every way imaginable with glasses and a noticeable overbite. Due to her dry, yet stunning wit and advanced intelligence, she was seen as surly and not much fun to be around. She preferred math and science, comic books and martial arts and told off color inappropriate jokes with the vim

~Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15166089423912524111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920291659801969285.post-12423799281980939022010-08-26T01:00:00.001-05:002010-08-26T01:00:02.624-05:00

I walk ALOT. Rarely does a day go by where I'm not walking from one mass transit system to another, enjoying the day and reveling at the fact that butterflies seem to have no actual map or devised plan for their destination. (Thanks Kim...). In my frequent travels I notice something besides the random meanderings of butterflies, the heat and cup handed beggars. People on cellphones have somehow

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