Showing posts from July, 2015

Style: Skirting Khakis


Music Review: Freedom by Pharrell Williams

Let us do music today. First things first, Pharrell Williams is hot. Now that that is over with, onward to less important things; a review of his new music, "Freedom." I cannot get enough of least for now. "Happy" introduced me to Williams. Prior to that song I cannot recall knowing of him. The dude is smart. I thought "Happy," might have been a coincidence but now I know it is not. He knows his audience and serves them well by delivering melodic chants of the things we all desire and strive for. Who does not want to be happy or free? See, dude is cool and that is why his new song is on reeeeepeat!

Poetry: Alone by Edgar Allan Poe


From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --

Photography: Greens of Summer


Opinion: On Not Being Ruled by the Opinions of Others

It is nice, is it not? When people like us. Especially when it is those we admire.  Once I tweeted something about Gary Shteyngart and he liked it and I went crazy because I am a fan of his writing. For a day or two I looked like I had swallowed the sun. It is very nice, that feeling of being approved of. Yet I have never wanted the approval of the majority as it requires the sort of intimacy that is difficult to perform for several, and attempting to do so leaves one feeling drained. It takes a lot of energy to please people.  As I become more accepting of myself, I am happier with fewer people to indulge and be accepted by. This makes the choosing of friends the more important. I am happier when the people I respect feel the same way about me, but it is alright if they do not return my feelings. There is, after all, something quite nice about being able to like someone who does not care for you. It could feel epic if you have a tendency for the dramatic; on days that your ego is dr…

Style: Lazy Summer Day in the Park


Grad School Diary: Missing School

Ah yes, I am still "in" school. I am yet to finish.  The last time I went to class was the fall of 2013. It has loads to do with money. At first I thought I would not survive the anxiety of being so close to finishing and not being able to. But time subdued the sentiment. Sometimes friends will ask, "Hey, so you've finished your graduate program?" and when I say no, "Oh!" is then issued with an accompanying odd look. Then, "why?" At first it was embarrassing. As if I ought to be ashamed for not being able to afford school. But I still do think it ridiculous that one has to pay for an education, especially in the United States! Like seriously?! It makes absolutely no sense to me. I will spare you the rant this time. But maybe I ought to be ashamed. I am, after all, in a CUNY and tuition is not as awful as the private institutions.

Poetry: Spirits Unchained by Keorapetse Kgositsile

Spirits Unchained

If destroying all the maps known
would erase all the boundaries
from the face of this earth
I would say let us
make a bonfire
to reclaim and sing
the human person

Refugee is an ominous load
even for a child to carry
for some children
words like home
could not carry any possible meaning
must carry dimensions of brutality and terror
past the most hideous nightmare
anyone could experience or imagine

Photography: Jacob Lawrence: The Migration Series Exhibition at MoMA


Observation: Girl on Scooter Skateboard

Skating so hard, I heard her before I saw her.
If I were asked to guess her gender I would have
said a boy. A teenage boy. But no, she was a skinny
little girl, no more than ten, I will bet. Her
skinny brown face fearless as she rode
a scooter skateboard as though it was one with her
feet——with confidence and grace. I watched
her unsmiling face, and noticed her watchful eyes.
They never met mine. They did not seek approval,
they did not search, they took in what was before
them. As if to be aware only. And as she made to

Personal Style: Granny Squares Top Maxi Dress


Book Review: Lincoln the Unknown by Dale Carnegie

In a class for public speaking back in college, I won a copy of Lincoln the Unknown by Dale Carnegie. Abraham Lincoln always sounded good to me. Not the man for I did not really know anything about him. But I found beauty in the name. Slowly say Abraham Lincoln, about five times out loud. You see? It has rhythm. Now say "Abe-Lincoln." Does it not sound like a dictionary word with a given meaning? The other Abraham Lincoln I like is the image of the man on the five dollar bill.  The big ears that look like they might have heard some not very nice things said about them, yet cannot help but stay put; the tiny eyes a little above the high cheekbones; the big long nose above the thin lips bracketed by deep lines; all give the observer plenty to wonder about. Especially now that I know that face was the uppermost part of a 6' 4" gaunt frame. Because I know very little American history, I only knew that Lincoln had something to do with the Emancipation Proclamation that …

Poetry: Prayer at Sunrise by James Weldon Johnson

Prayer at Sunrise*

O mighty, powerful, dark-dispelling sun,
Now thou art risen, and thy day begun.
How shrink the shrouding mists before thy face,
As up thou spring’st to thy diurnal race!
How darkness chases darkness to the west,
As shades of light on light rise radiant from thy crest!
For thee, great source of strength, emblem of might,
In hours of darkest gloom there is no night.
Thou shinest on though clouds hide thee from sight,
And through each break thou sendest down thy light.

Photography: China Through the Looking Glass: An Exhibition at the Met


General Update: Excuses Without I

yelloooo again
did not feel like blogging which opened a break from routine because little misery in peace is welcomed especially in this confusion of three seasons
working on Mawusi fw15
heavy the weight of feelings of anguish from killings of people with skin color was and still soaking in financial worries Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone an interesting distraction
then Regarding the Pain of Others
Sontag Susan