Today I thought I’d post some stuff that I find interesting on a day to day basis…All as I try to come up with my other blog name. Other blog name you ask? Am I leaving BGirl? NEVER! My dear mate came up with a brilliant idea to post my novel as a serial piece on a new blog. I’m up for name suggestions…I want to use a portmanteau somehow like one of my favorite stories “Alice in Wonderland” (not the Disney one…I like the hardcore book version—thanks). I was thinking Binkerbells to go along with my other favorite story “Peter Pan” (again, the hardcore lit one, not the Disney movie) because there’s something magical about us needing to keep Tinkerbell alive by clapping our hands and believing. So I think of my work that way. Except I’m brown. Binkerbell. Let it marinate.

Anywhoodle, the things that are running across my mind today:

Mos Def calls out Lil’ Jon- “Our priorities is gettin’ f*cked. Lil Jon-Ilove his music. But why are the East Side Boyz names Big Sam and Lil Bo? What the f*ck? What’s next, Kunta and Kinte? The South should know better. This is the same country that ran up in Fred Hampton’s crib and shot him in bed with his pregnant wife. You think the rules changed cause niggas got No. 1 records? What are we supposed to tell our kids? After Malcolm, Martin and Dubois we got Sam-Bo? I’m supposed to be down with that ’cause it makes me dance?”

-”Jimmy Iovine, Lyor Cohen, Doug Morris…all of these dudes were notprepared in their schooling or in any of their social upbringing for a world where they have to deal face to face with, not only people who are outside of their class, but people who in their minds could very well be their servants. Now you gotta deal with somebody you’ve been trained to deal with as your underling as your partner. It’s a bitter f*ckin pill to swallow cause now you need this person. Jimmy Iovine is not your buddy. Lyor is NOT happy about Jay Z being president of DJ. I dont give a fuck what he say. If the dude could go from rhyming to being a CEO in 10 years or less, what is he going to be in 15 or 20? He might have Lyor’s job at this rate”

-”Paris Hilton don’t really care about ya’ll niggaz, man. She can’t evenhear ya’ll niggaz. I’m just keeping it real. This shit is entertainment to them. We’re adopting their morals like we them and we never been them. We don’t have the same struggle. Dudes is no more than 20 years removed from real poverty. For dudes to have this much access to money and it’s not translating to people power, its inexcusable”

Source: TheSource.com

Agreed…sorry, if any of that offends you. Paris Hilton doesn’t care about chocolate or vanilla people, by the way. I’m not certain she cares about herself. I mean deeply. Like if she could spend some time in solitary with herself, she might rip her own hair out and eat it.

Remember Pebbles? “Girlfriend”? Former wife of LA Reid? Recently guest starring on her son’s RIDICULOUSLY STUPID MTV’s Sweet 16 show? Well…well…aside from the fact that she birthed a Heavy Diddy, she’s gone in a really interesting opposite direction that I knew about but that also kind of doesn’t fit in my head. Sister Perri is turning into one of those evangelists that scares me because, if you listen to them, they don’t sound crazy. But then you have to REALLY LISTEN to them and wonder how they’ve contextualized their faith. To me, IMO, Sister Perri is trying to rid herself of some crazy pain…still. Even after she sued TLC. If you’re in ATL, maybe you could go to one of her revivals and report back. Check out the “Girlfriend…I’ve Been Saved” merchandise too.

Next is my favorite website (aside from those to the right of your screen—they go without sayin) that entertains me to no end. Why? Because not only is the writing witty and delicious (like a cheeseburger and fries—mmm) but they also managed to successfully coin and utilize some really great slang. Behold the future of fashion critique. Let it marinate. But don’t let it spill on your white t shirt. Happens to me all the time.

Have you heard about the gay southern rappers, Da Backwudz? No, I’m not joking.

Make sure nobody can find you…this is serious.

If Yaze were to ever leave me or start believing in polyandry:

Are you serious? I mean…it’s crazy.

I’m excited about me finally getting over my envy and reading Zadie Smith’s old new book On Beauty. Is it wrong that I want her career? We could share, Zadie. You could take a few continents and I could take the others. I would even be okay with having America and London. Wouldn’t it be fun to live someplace where you weren’t the resident black girl writer? You could do it. I have faith. I’ll even move to the Dominican Republic so as not to make you feel funny. Sigh.

Not sure if you know this about me but since I moved to LA, I only listen to NPR or KCRW on the radio. No, I don’t listen to Paul Wall. No, I don’t listen to Lindsay Lohan. Ocassionally I’ll listen to some Salt N Pepa or whatever other song the oldie station says is oldies now although there’s no way Salt N Pepa could be in the oldies category. I clearly remember them back…in…the…day…I just realized I was rocking an asymmetrical back then. Never mind. Anyways here are the best bits for the day from those two:

1) The Chinese woman who was shouting during President Hu’s visit. Why does it make me laugh? It’s like an SNL skit. Wenyi Wang–SNL Cast Member. It’s not really funny because China has so many political prisoners (like we do—though we’re fronters). But she has great timing.
2) My new favorite song (aside from all of Yaze’s of course—well most of them—some I like a lot and some I love) is the Gnarles Barckley joint. Are you serious? This business is like crack. I hum this at the oddest times.
3) Angela will love this one. Happy 4/20 to all of you who know what that means.
4) One day, I thought, as an adopted New Yorker, that I knew everything hip and cool. And then I moved to LA and heard Garth Trinidad for the first time. And I realized that he and Gilles Peterson are prophets of the funky music world.

Random enough for you? One more for the gipper (what’s a gipper?)…Yaze and I are going to see this person tonight. Don’t front. You know that got you open. Love will conquer all!