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!
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I love the quotes from Mos. He spoke the TRUTH. Gotta love Mos.
I’m a fellow “Okayscreenwriters” subscriber. Just stopping by to say hey!
Have a good time seeing Lionel. =)
Comment by Sunnchine — April 20, 2006 @ 8:19 pm
1. i definitely agree with the mightly Mos.
2. THANK YOU for the Idris Elba eye candy. that man is beyond FINE
3. Chocolate City is the ish! i’m so mad it doesn’t come on each night anymore.
nice blog sis.
be blessed
(from one b-girl, to another)
Comment by the prisoner's wife — April 25, 2006 @ 2:21 pm
FYI Dr. Wang is the lead researcher for Epoch Times NY’s conveniently timed “Sujiatun Auschwitz” allegation that has since being discredited:
http://usinfo.state.gov/xarchives/display.html?p=washfile-english&y=2006&m=April&x=20060416141157uhyggep0.5443231&t=livefeeds/wf-latest.html
Given Dr. Wang’s profession as a pathologist, and New York’s recent string of grisly illegal cadaver organ harvesting cases, it’s not hard to see how she put two and two together and rehashed the 1970’s era anti-communist tall tale of people sentenced to vivisection.
Comment by bobby fletcher — May 4, 2006 @ 7:11 pm
Sunday service in Xinzheng, I have no idea who you are but I’ll publish your comment because I believe in free speech.
Comment by scruffdiva — May 4, 2006 @ 7:24 pm
Perri may be a minister, but in my opinion, she is still the same person she has always been. She left her first husband for L.A. Reid; In between the LA. Reid/TLC fiasco, her target was Mario Winans, but it did not pan out as she wanted. Otis Nixon was the next target, who had a fiance at the time that she made her move, but I guess she didn’t get to know him well enough to know that his substance abuse was still a big issue. Her next target was Terry Cummings and being a prophet I guess she saw marriage in their future, shed the Nixon name and went back to her maiden name of McKissack until she found out it wasn’t happening and conveniently went back to her money name “Reid”…interesting.
Comment by Anonymous — August 23, 2006 @ 1:12 pm
Perri “Pebbles” Reid should tell the truth about her life, act as a true Christian role-model and redeem herself from all of the evil deeds she has done to other people like George Smith her first husband who was kind to her and facilitated her career. Pebbles was married to George Smith and had an affair with Antonio (L.A.) Reid while still married to George. George Smith financed, mentored, implemented and orchestrated her success before and during her first album. George Smith secured Pebbles’ recording contract with MCA through his political contacts. He masterminded Pebbles’ career and used his business acumen to bring the singles “Girlfrind” and “Mercedes Boy” to top ten songs on the Billboard Charts. George Smith was instrumental in developing the careers of Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds and Antonio “L.A.” Reid. George Smith was responsible for spearheading Bobby Brown’s solo career with the “Don’t Be Cruel” album which sold over twelve million copies. Bobby Brown also lived with George Smith for a while at Mr. Smith’s estate in Danville, CA
Comment by Anonymous — June 22, 2007 @ 1:35 am
Perri “Pebbles” McKissack was married to George Smith who owned the Bank of Oakland, Smith Engineering, Pacific Cal Management and Pacific Cal Airlines. Perri and George met in 1985 and immediately started a scandalous affair with each other while George was still married to his wife Darlene who was terminally ill with cancer. Pebbles and George had a very high-profiled affair which publicly humiliated his family. Pebbles moved in with George the night his wife died. Pebbles and George were married the next month which devastated his young daughter.
Comment by Anonymous — July 16, 2007 @ 6:04 pm
Perri “Pebbles” McKissack was married to George Smith who owned the Bank of Oakland, Smith Engineering, Pacific Cal Management and Pacific Cal Airlines. Perri and George met in 1985 and immediately started a scandalous affair with each other while George was still married to his wife Darlene who was terminally ill with cancer. Pebbles and George had a very high-profiled affair which publicly humiliated his family. Pebbles moved in with George the night his wife died. Pebbles and George were married the next month which devastated his young daughter.
Comment by Anonymous — July 16, 2007 @ 6:29 pm
George Smith is a real bum. He and Perri Pebbles Reid are a match made in hell with Satan as the minister. They are both evil people. How could she call herself sanctified sleeping with that old fool while his poor wife was dying with cancer. How could Pebbles and George move in with each other when his wife was in the hospital dying. Pebbles was in George Smith’s bed the night he buried his wife. I feel sorry for his daughter Jennifer because she was just 16 years old and had to deal with a no good father and a whore (Pebbles) for a stepmother.
Comment by Anonymous — September 7, 2008 @ 12:27 am
Wow! George Smith and Pebbles sleeping with each other while his cancer-stricken, dying wife only has one week to live in the hospital. I did not know that Sister Perri Pebbles Reid was such a whore and so evil. George Smith is a louse. What kind of man would do something as disgusting as that. Why couldn’t George and Pebbles wait to to have sex with each other. Pebbles stuff must really be hot for George to have sex with Pebbles while his wife is dying in the hospital. Those two should win an award for the most horny and low-life people of the century. This story could be in the Enquirer.
His daughter must have real problems. Someone close to the family said that Pebbles demanded that George take down Darlene’s picture the next day after the funeral. His daughter broke down and started crying for her father not to do it. George, being the weak freak and spineless man that he is took down the picture anyway. Pebbles took the dead wife’s clothes and had them taken in and wore them. George gave Pebbles all of Darlene’s jewelry. Darlene had left a will giving all her furs and jewelry to her daughter. George Smith, the crook and freak made sure he gave everything to his whore, Pebbles. They deserve each other because they are both rotten and no good.
Comment by whatever — December 3, 2008 @ 5:32 pm