Showing posts from November, 2012

Meet Reese of Futuristically Ancient (blog)

Reese is an old mate of mine from college. I have followed her blog for sometime now, and often found her posts fascinating; especially her opinions on African media, and current African trends. I have begged her to let me feature her on here, and this is what we came up with. I hope you will enjoy this piece and also go check out Reese's page!

Where are you from?  I am from Queens, New York City. I was born in Brooklyn to Caribbean parents. 
How do you describe yourself? To put it simply I am a writer, blogger,  and a poet. In other words, I want my thoughts to be inside your head, and the ones you do not forget. (Muhahaha!). I want to find the meaning of life with words and see how words twist, shape and change the reality around me, and those around me. I want to be, as I have written before, the flower of words, blooming and growing everyday.
What are some of your interests? I own a blog; Aker: Futuristically Ancient; in which I explore the cultures of the African diaspora through …

How Much is Happiness Going for These Days?

There seems to be a great price for happiness. But is there? We spend a big portion of our lives chasing after happiness' sweeping gown. And we are often unable to catch her, or hold onto her when we do. Are we doing it all wrong then?

Our society preaches often, that money is a big percentage of the happiness pie. And we are encouraged to slave for money in the hopes that it will keep us smiling and laughing often. But is this true? In my own experience, I am usually happier with less money than with more money. Let me explain.

When I work primarily for money, it means that I do whatever I have to do. I work more hours, stress about working for someone who doesn't appreciate my hard-work, stress about saving, stress about some of the people I work with who do nothing and love to boss everyone about, stress about getting a raise, stress about getting paid for every freaking minute, stress about saving more. The list goes on. But when I work just so I can meet my basic needs, …

Off Broadway Play Review - My Name is Asher Lev

I went to see My Name is Asher Lev -  a new Off-Broadway play by Aaron Posner. Directed by Gordon Eldelstein. Having done absolutely no research on it, I was clueless of it being based on a novel by Chaim Potok: a new name to me, and an addition to my must-read list.  I didn't also know the location of the Westside Theatre. It was my first time there. I was three minutes late for that reason.

The theater isn't fancy and I noticed it was about half full when I rushed in. The stage,  is pretty cool: a setting to take us back to 1950s Brooklyn, then Manhattan.  I thought things were mellow enough for me to eat my peanuts just as the play begun. I was wrong. Despite there being no old ushers wheezing about to give me the glaring eye, or what I have come to term "the whispered warning to a nincompoop," I lost much interest in by bag of roasted …

A Little on My Mind

It's been prominent on my mind these past few months that we almost never get sufficient gratitude from where we invest our immense acts of kindness, nor do we get enough from those we expect so much from. Not that we always want something back when we give, but it seems to me that, a lot of times when I give somewhere, I get from another: an unexpected someone. This is a beautiful thing. It certainly encourages that we give without expecting anything from those we do so with; that we wait to be surprised by them that the Universe so chooses to give back to us, when it's our turn to be helped.
Working in a place that encouraged tipping, I was often surprised, and not often amused that the customers who demanded more than their money's worth, and who recieved far greater service than is the norm, were often those who demanded even more, left unsatisfied, and left the tip jar empty, or with a quarter or two. And those to whom I barely gave my full attention, were often thos…

Broadway Play Review - The Heiress

The last play I saw this year was Gore Vidal's the Best Man. It was political,  The Heiress isn't.  I will give you little bits of the story here and there.  At Walter Kerr, on 219 W. 48th St, Jessica Chastain bows constantly as Catherine Sloper in her debut role as the heiress.  She plays shy in such a miserable way.  It's sweet and makes you want to protect her, or laugh at her, but never to scream at her 'to cat out of it!'  My friend argues that she wasn't well casted, I say bah! I think she was perfect. Especially since she is debuting and all.

David Strathairn is Dr. Austin Sloper, father to shy Catherine.  Between Dr. Sloper and his daughter, is his dead wife. He polishes her on his imaginary pedestal constantly. Catherine isn't her mother and that is one of things her father can't forgive her for.

Dan Stevens is Morris Townsend, and you might also know him as Cousin Matthew in Downtown Abbey. He plays a hungry Gold Digger. I found him a good la…