Hair Idol!

This is Sabina Karlsson of Swedish and Gambian descent, my hair idol. My hair wants to like her hair when it grows up. I am three years in to the natural game, and my current length is almost mid-back when stretched. My texture is somewhat similar to hers. No red hair though (that is SO AWESOME). My hair progress can be found here. Anyhoo, this girl is gorgeous! I love seeing people of multiple races/ethnicities being represented in a (somewhat) mainstream fashion.

Picture peeped at Mane & Chic.

I Love the 90s Friday

I'm going to start posting jams from the 90s on Fridays....to start off, here's 3 classic Friday-ish feeling songs.

Montell Jordan-This Is How We Do It
Unfortunately, I can't embed it so click on the title to blast back to the 90's. This is probably the best Friday song EVER IN LIFE!

Zhane-Hey Mr. DJ
I still love Zhane's music. More on them in a later post.


Aaliyah
Back and Forth


Don't act like you're not doing some New Jack Swing type dances in your chair, I see you.

Esperanza Spalding

Esperanza Spalding is awesome. Listen to more of her music here. Oh, and you know that I'm loving her hair too!

I Know You Know

I know that you know but I'll say it again, I love you baby nothing will take me away
The way you look at me when you think I'm not lookin'
I look at you that way too, you just don't know that I do

I gave this post a foreign language tag because she also speaks/sings in Spanish.

Just One More Lap

I can't tell you how much this image is ruining my life, piece by piece.

I just know the lion's paw that's out of view is holding a switchblade to this poor horse's neck murmuring, "Just one more lap Mahogany, just one more...."

Please include this horse in your prayer circle today.

Source.

P. S. Shout out to DJWaltd for this fuckery.

Diary of a Dying Mom

I had been following the blog Diary of a Dying Mom for the last few months. Michelle, the author, was diagnosed with scleroderma and chronicled her life including essays about people she knew and loved, her daily struggle with the disease, triumps and setbacks regarding medications and feeding tubes, buying future birthday gifts and cards for her kids, talking to them about death, and many other topics. She died October 11th, her 11th wedding anniversary. Her last post was October 9th and she knew at that time that death was imminent. I think for people looking for inspiration about daily life or examples of perserverance and optimism through difficult times and situations will find it on this blog.

Genocide and Tragedy on a Micro-level

When many people hear/read about global tragedies such as the genocide in Rwanda, they feel horrified, sad, and helpless because of the grand scale of these events. But when you hear an individual's story of suffering and the unfathomable torture he/she endured, it makes it that much harder to ignore or push aside.

Maryam, a human-rights worker, shares the following story in her blog that was told to her by a victim. I am pasting it here:

Rwanda's genocide: and Vestine's story
She has a small, neat head, her features delicately sketched, her teeth very white. Her grey suit is too large for her narrow frame but her cream shoes are polished and she moves with a certain elegance on ankles impossibly slim.

Her name is Vestine. She's 42 and she survived the Rwandan genocide.

Vestine was rounded up one night and held captive in a stadium with others. Left without food, on the fifth day, she began to eat grass, one green blade after another. It was that day, too, that a soldier marched her to the sordid bathroom and ordered her to take off all her clothes. Her hands twisting in her lap, she says,

"He told me he wanted to see if Tutsi women were made differently than Hutu women. Then...then he raped me."

The next day it was a different soldier, this one trying to force his penis into her mouth. When she protested, he clubbed her on the head. With her fingers lightly tapping her face, Vestine describes how the blood streamed into her eyes and down her nose, as she did what he required.

Vestine's story continues, relentless. After they had had their fill of her, you see, the soldiers would force her down on her hands and knees, straddle her back, and ride her around the stadium like a donkey, beating the soles of her feet with a stick urging her to go faster and faster.

When she was finally brought back to her home, Vestine found her husband and two brothers on the floor, hacked to death by machete. By day, she was raped over and over by a soldier who held her captive. By night, the dogs would come and feast on the rotting bodies of the people she loved most.

After weeks, Vestine was ordered to the local Hutu commander's house who wanted a piece of the action. Vestine fought back, perhaps her fatal mistake. Her voice faltering, she looks down at her lap and whispers,

"The commander took a knife and then he mutilated my genitals, cutting off ....cutting off everything I had left there. Then....then, he made me swallow what he had taken from me."

Vestine survived the genocide, rescued by a Hutu neighbor who hid her. Two of her three children also survived, the third was killed by a grenade when he tried to flee into the mountains.

It was only seven years later that Vestine -- broken and sick -- found out that she had been infected by HIV/AIDs.



Vestine, and many like her, are now being helped by AVEGA, a Rwandan NGO dedicated to widows of the genocide. Their funds are small but their hearts are big.

Could you, would you find room in your heart to help, too? In a different dark life, in a different dark space, it could have been you, in Vestine's place. It could have been me in Vestine's place.

Is fifty dollars too much? Or perhaps 25 dollars if times are tough? You can make a contribution via paypal to the following address: Tammy.Cody@gmail.com. I will personally make sure that the money is used to help Vestine and others. And please do also email me at maryam@mtds.com so I can thank you and share with Vestine who you are.

Vestine will be so grateful. She didn't want to let go of my hands after we talked -- care and kindness mean so much to her after what she has been through.


Any mentions on blogs would be incredibly appreciated, too. I promise you -- with a certainty that is desperately sad -- that this will be the most meaningful money you spend all month.

My week has been filled with horror -- I can't look away. Please, please, don't you look away, too.


This story reinforces my desire to work in the human rights field. I hope if you read this and don't know about what happened in Rwanda that you will research it. I hope that even if you cannot or will not help Vestine that you will at least remember her story and keep it with you.

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I believe there is a direct correlation between someone's fucked up life (and subsequent denials) and the quantity of exclamation points they use in a text message, e-mail, or other communication.

As you were.

My Blog Is Loved

This is waaay late, but life happens. Thank you Farsighted Fly Girl, for tagging my blog as a blog you love! Blogging is kind of a way to catch all my random thoughts and goals for myself, but it is always cool when somebody admires you for something. Without further ado (even though I am one who loves ado):



Here are the rules:
1. The nominated is allowed to put this picture on their blogs.
2. Link to the person that hearted you.
3. Nominate at least 7 people and link to them.
4. Leave a message on those people's blogs to make them aware that they've been nominated.

All of the blogs I (currently) heart are on my blogroll. I may re-visit this later to play by the rules.

This Year Has Been Too Deathy

They say death comes in threes. I hate cliches. I especially hate them when they come true. I would like to personally request (to whomever accepts such inquiries) that nobody else I know die this year. I'm being a bit tongue-in-cheek, but I am really very down.

Also, cemeteries freak me right the fuck out. I don't want to be buried to rot in the ground surrounded by a bunch of other corpses who I have no affiliation with, becoming a name on a stone amongst other stones. I wish to be cremated, and perched on my widow's mantle with a picture of me frowning appropriately. Also, no funeral but a memorial service.

I am freaked out by death, particularly sudden, unexpected deaths and terminal illness deaths (when people know approximately when they will die and plan for it like Diary of a Dying Mom). I think it hits me a lot harder than the average Joe or Jane.

Aaliyah

I've been meaning to do an Aaliyah post for a while, but what spurred me to do it now was this article I just read on Yahoo regarding the plane crash involving Travis Barker and DJ AM. The article profiled musicians who died in plane crashes, but there was no mention at all of Aaliyah. That really stuck in my craw. Aaliyah was fairly (though not completely) mainstream when she died, and even without that, she had a huge following in R&B fans.

I remember the morning I woke up and found out she died. I am a person who takes death really hard in general, so I cried later that night at the suddenness of it and how her family must feel, especially considering that it was eerily preventable. The pilot had drug convictions and was not authorized to fly with that particular airline, the plane was majorly overloaded. Everything surrounding her death was just so sad. I remember her episode of MTV Diary had recently aired and she was laughing and joking around with one of her makeup artists who also died in the crash (Eric Foreman), and at the end she talked about death and how she would want to be remembered. Then, the beautiful end of the Rock the Boat video where she was wearing black and floating up is a striking scene. She and that video were featured on BET's Access Granted, so the days leading up to her death and the morning of the day she died are captured on film. I remember her looking out at the sunrise on that beach in the Bahamas and how peaceful she seemed.

The coverage of her funeral was so sad, I remember watching the footage and seeing how heartbroken her mother was...and hearing her friends and colleagues speak about her. I always admired how well-spoken she was, her grace and confidence, and how genuinely nice she seemed. Of course we don't know these musicians but in a way you feel like you do because you grew up with their music. Musically, it is a shame that she didn't get to promote her last album, titled Aaliyah, because that is a strong CD. It was a departure from her usual sound and it's a CD that, even now, I can listen to the whole way through. I always kind of cringe at her debut album cover with R. Kelly lurking nearby, and the song Age Ain't Nothin But A Number...yeah. That whole CD I felt didn't really fit her especially for the age she was. I did like Young Nation though. The tribute to her by various artists for the song I Miss You was nice, except Toni Braxton sexin' it up. Wtf, Toni? Oh snap, I just noticed Bubbles and Bodie from The Wire are in the video! I wonder what their connection was to Aaliyah? Anyhoo, here are my favorite Aaliyah songs/videos:

Hot Like Fire

This song was and is still so jamming. This was in the era of everybody appearing in everybody's videos chillin and having a good time.

4 Page Letter

I don't know why I love this video so much. It was just aesthetically pleasing, I guess. I loved the silver, her lipstick, the woods scenes, the dances, it all just works.

Aaliyah videos inundated the airwaves the time surrounding my freshman year of high school, and they combined to give that signature Aaliyah/Timbaland/Missy sound. Also from that time period: If Your Girl Only Knew, One In A Million, The One I Gave My Heart To (I love the video version versus the album version. She was singing her heart out on the video version!).

Are You That Somebody

Who didn't know and do the dance in this video whenever possible? It's actually a good workout, you should try it.

We Need A Resolution

I love the darkness of this video, the snakes, the dirt, the music, Aaliyah was gorgeous in this video. This final album is so fluid and cohesive that it's hard to single out particular songs. The album just flows nicely, if you haven't listened to it, I highly recommend it. I would have loved to see how she did on future musical works.

Dog Mauling Owner Gets Re-sentenced

I remember first reading this story several years ago in a women's magazine; as you can see it has stuck with me ever since. I remember Dianne Whipple, the victim, was walking to her apartment when the Presa Canarios attacked (they had gotten loose). The description of what happened was very graphic, all her clothes were torn off, it was clear she tried to struggle and fight them off. The owner, Marjorie Knoller, never called 911 while this was happening and her and her husband showed no remorse. I remember thinking about the victim's partner and how horrible it must have been to come home to that grisly scene. I remember there were similar reports about how dangerous the dogs were reported by other tenants and nothing was ever done. One of those true-crime/court justice shows featured the story a while ago, and now the follow up. She deserves every bit of that sentence. Here is the Yahoo article that was posted in the past couple of days:

Woman whose dogs mauled neighbor gets 15 to life
By PAUL ELIAS, Associated Press Writer Mon Sep 22, 7:44 PM ET
SAN FRANCISCO - A woman whose dogs viciously attacked and killed her neighbor in the hallway of their apartment building seven years ago was sentenced Monday to 15 years to life in prison.
Marjorie Knoller was convicted of second-degree murder in the 2001 mauling death of Dianne Whipple, but a judge later reduced the charge to involuntary manslaughter and sentenced her in 2002 to a four-year prison term.
But the California Supreme Court last year said the trial judge was wrong and sent the case back. Last month, Superior Court Judge Charlotte Woolard reinstated the murder conviction, for which Knoller was sentenced Monday.
The case is the California's first murder conviction connected to a dog mauling, prosecutors say.
The case turned into a tabloid sensation because of the viciousness of the attack — the dogs tore all of Whipple's clothing from her body and left her with more than 70 bites — and the seemingly cavalier attitudes of Knoller and her law partner and husband, Robert Noel, who blamed Whipple for the attack.
The couple also said they were keeping the canines on behalf of a white supremacist accused of running an attack dog ring from his state prison cell. The couple eventually adopted the prisoner, Paul "Cornfed" Schneider, as their son.
Knoller, who has served three years in prison, will have to serve 12 more years before she can apply for parole.
In denying Knoller's plea for probation, Woolard noted that Knoller didn't call 911 or otherwise try to help Whipple during the 10-minute attack. The judge said Knoller knew the dogs were dangerous, ignored numerous warnings to train them and hasn't expressed remorse for the attack.
"She has blamed the victim and has held her dogs in higher regard than humans," Woolard said.
Whipple's partner, Sharon Smith, addressed Knoller before she was led off to jail. Smith called Knoller's relationship with the two dogs and the prisoner "perverted" and expressed satisfaction with the lengthy prison sentence.
"It is very hard to find forgiveness for someone who doesn't accept responsibility," Smith said.

Silver Lining

It's a nice day at work/school today, with a breeze blowing. The squirrels are abundant. They're just frolicking to and fro, chasing rainbows, singing songs that squirrels sing. Even though I know that given the opportunity, the squirrels would probably kill me and everyone I care about, I can't resist their charms.

More Ike Fallout-University of Houston

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After Ike

Jesus Tapdancing Christ, this weekend was stressful. My power went out around midnight Friday night/Saturday morning. My mom's power was restored mid-day Saturday so we crashed on the floor over there. There was really nothing to eat until the Galleria food court opened Sunday.

There's a lot of tree damage all over Houston and I'm hearing horror stories from my best friend (much of her roof is gone, her family has to move out for a few weeks) and one of my co-workers (much of her roof is gone, her husband's business is destroyed). At my old house, the power line post in front of what was our backyard basically broke in half and is blocking the street. The woman across from the house had a tree fall on her garage with her car inside. Nobody has any gas and everyone's car is low on fuel including mine and my husband's. Stores, if open, are bare.

Galveston, Kemah and similar areas were hit very hard. This was just a category 2 hurricane; I am very afraid of future hurricanes that will inevitably be stronger. Much of Houston is still without power. Today needs to be focused on clean-up, not reporting to a job where you can't do anything. The library in my office suffered a ceiling leak so the carpet is soaked and my nose is clogging up from the result of the mold and whatever else is under there. The building next to us has major flooding/roof damage. Some of my husband's family suffered water damage as well. It could have been so much worse and I am so sad for those who lost so much.

For more coverage/aftermath: http://www.chron.com/

It's been interesting seeing the national media cover the storm. Many times Houston and Galveston were used interchangeably. We are two separate cities with two very different effects from the storm. Also, Houston is huge. You can't just show one freeway underwater and have that represent all of Houston....a lot of headlines/pictures made us look like Haiti. It is bad here, but it is truly something you have to be a Houstonian to understand what's really going on. Anderson Cooper was in downtown Houston Friday when the storm started to come. At the time (probably around 6 or 7) he was reporting there was nothing happening yet; everything was calm. The funny thing was the wind was actually howling pretty bad where I was but I think the buildings downtown broke up the wind so you couldn't feel anything there yet. So Anderson was totally not on the ball. Also: Houston ABC 13's Wayne Dolcefino=crazy. Loads and loads of crazy.

We found out our electricity was back on around 11pm last night. I was so happy that I wanted to throw an electricity party, giving away free lightning bolts and shit. I kept thinking that the downside of owning a home was having to deal with all the tree damage that happened. Then I thought about River Oaks and the other rich-ass parts of Houston and realized they probably didn't have to clean up, as they surely have a unicorn dispatch team on standby to deal with any debris.

I would love to see where UH president Khator is today. Probably touring with George Bush over the "devastation". Even TSU which is like, right next to us, is closed today. This Houston Chronicle letter, from a UH law student, pretty much sums up how EVERYBODY who had to be here today feels about the situation.

Even with people running stop signs/stoplights everywhere, and the frustration felt, it is still very nice to see neighbors helping each other clean up, and people posting what gas stations are open. People are really opening their arms and houses and whatever else is necessary to those in need, and that is very comforting.

Ike-in It Up

Last night, my husband and I hit up Target to grab some thangs to get us through Hurricane Ike. I turned down the bread aisle first........they left us nothing. Not a slice. Most of the shelves were bare. A single tear glistened on my cheek. In the soda aisle, there was hardly a soda case to be found......I did find a six pack of mini-Dr. Peppers with a mini 7-up somehow in the mix:


What hath God wrought?

I imagine people were so desperate to get soda, and someone just needed one more mini-Dr. Pepper to make it through the hurricane, so they said fuck it and exchanged the sodas and ran off.

Anyhoo, we got what we could and got out. Later that night, we went to Whataburger and saw some military men with their military trucks full of water and other things. There were lots of evacuation buses waiting on the freeway. Currently, it is cloudy and hot, but with a stiff breeze kickin' up. Galveston is already getting battered with wind and waves. I'm expecting power to go out between tonight and tomorrow but I really hope it doesn't. Tropical Storm Allison hit Houston pretty bad in 2001; I still have vivid memories of all the water and damage, so we'll see how Ike compares.

*Update: 7:15pm, the wind is starting to howl now.

10:15pm, several of my friends and family are without power.....ours is obviously still working. For the last few hours I kept hearing what sounded like a motorcycle revving up and I was getting so irritated.....just had a *duh* moment and realized it's the wind. Ike is currently 1 mph (wind speed/strength) shy of being a Category 3 hurricane. A tiny bit of rain so far.

Didn't Cha Know

This is one of my favorite songs. The music, the sample, the melody, this song is another that just envelops you and is very peaceful. Erykah Badu (my second favorite artist next to Amel Larrieux) is one of those unique people who are so talented. She has many years of making music ahead to add to her surely forthcoming legend/classic status. She already is, among her hardcore fans. I hope to see her in concert in a couple of weeks (!) in Austin, but time will tell!

Like A Tattoo

How many people in your life will die without you knowing them as you should have? How do you escape the kind of regrets that weigh heavily on your existance? How do you live around forgiveness if forgiveness may or may not be possible? Is depression something you can be aware of in self; conscious of? How do you get life right; really take control of it?

This song, by Sade, is lovely live; but when you are feeling in a similar mood as this music, you can turn it up loud and it really fills your atmosphere. Some music is a substitution to the emotions you don't want to express.

After The Party, It's The Afterparty.....

Click here to see how Obama rolled after his speech.

Peeped from the creator of Stuff Black People Hate.

Dancing Democrats

Let the guy from approximately the 17 second mark take you on a sweet escape for this Labor Day weekend.

Notes From The Bahamas-Monday

Monday was a public holiday in Nassau: Emancipation Day (which is sort of like celebrating Independence Day in the United States). Mostly everything was closed, so we took a taxi over to Paradise Island to frolick. We visited picturesque Versailles Gardens and the Cloister. Here is some interesting information about the Cloister, copied from nassauparadiseisland.com:

This Greco-Gothic masterpiece stands high on a bluff overlooking the harbour. It is a popular spot for wedding ceremonies and is especially beautiful when illuminated at night. Augustinian monks in France originally built the stone structure in the 13th century. In the 1920s, William Randolph Hearst bought the Cloister and had it disassembled and moved to the United States. There the stones lay in a warehouse for years because the contractors did not have the plans needed to reassemble it. Huntington Hartford, the millionaire developer of Paradise Island, purchased the structure and reconstructed it on the island in 1962. It is located in the Versailles Gardens.

The Cloister and I.

Poinciana trees were all over the Bahamas.

We then headed over to the Atlantis for aquarium-visiting, beach-lounging, and inner-tubing. I made friends with this fish; video evidence right here:

In the various lagoons in the Atlantis, I got a little video of indigenous Bahamian turtles, manta rays, and sawfish, among other marine life.

And just because they're awesome, here is a clip of some seahorse(s?).

Cabbage Beach at the Atlantis.

I also saw this bird on the Atlantis grounds........does anyone know what kind of bird this is?

We took a water taxi back to Nassau at the end of the day and ate at Conch Fritters Bar and Grill again. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I had the best (virgin?) strawberry daiquiri ever in life.

Yum to the nth degree.

We and some family members then ventured (via taxi) into Fox Hill Village to see any Emancipation Day celebrations. We were hoping to see the Junkanoo Rushout but we missed it. Instead, there were just local Bahamians hanging out eating, listening to music, and other "festival" activities. We did catch one of the traditions, where there is a greased pole climbing competition. Check out this brief clip I got of it:

When we were ready to leave, the police had to call for one of their own vehicles to take us back because taxis/tourists don't really come out to Fox Hill Village.

Monday was probably the most enjoyable day I had in the Bahamas.

Capped off the night with a Goombay Punch. Tastes like lemon-lime bubblegum soda.

*Dates are incorrect on the picture....all of the pictures/video here are from August 5th, 2008. Stupid digital camera.