Thursday, November 24, 2016

A Chicago platter of possibility


I realize we don't get to take 'stuff' with us when we go. 

But we do like stuff for what it means to us.  

This simple little platter was something I purchased on a whim 20 years ago (pre-Anthropologie, for reference) in the city of my first 'home' — Chicago. A charming little studio apartment at the time. 

And it's been in every home of mine since.

But tonight, this little platter held the turkey for the first Thanksgiving hosted here in my current 'home' — and first house. A day that completely filled me with joy. With the company of my dear friend and her mom over here today for the feasting. And my pup, looking intently to see who would drop some turkey. From the platter. 

All this to say, there's no way my 20yr-old self could have seen where things would wind up beyond that little studio apartment. New adventures. Moving to France. Florida. Now the DC area. And loved ones lost along the way. New kiddos, nieces, nephews, added to the family tree. New friends, neighbors, loves, and experiences. 

So sure, this is just a little platter. 

But I feel that beginning all those years ago, there was a fierce sentiment of bold hope in this little platter. For possibility, growth, and hope. 

And even (or especially) in the world we live in now, I still feel that. Even if the things we do today or this year, won't come to fruition for years yet to come — still, we must do them. Now. 

Trust. Believe in their possibility, growth, and hope. 

Believe. 



And for those of you keen on breadcrumbs, Perry Como's "There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays" is on the radio. He's right, for the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home.



Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Monday, November 14, 2016

Action is needed




PBS — Remembering Gwen
“We can’t expect the world to get better by itself,” Gwen said. 
[about journalism] “We do it every day, go to sleep, and get up to do it again.”

[she always tried to remember] “Someone else may have a better point.”
[why she got into journalism] “I like to ask questions.”

OPRAH — The Great Moderator
[Gwen says] “I also look up periodically and think, “Who else can I pull along?” Because it's a failure if I'm up here by ”
[Oprah to Ifill] O: What do you know for sure?; Ifill: That I am a blessed woman. Even when I am the most stressed, the most frazzled, God always rescues me, pulls me along, calms me down. 

Rest in peace, friend. 


Last name calling

A man changed his last name from Drumpf to TRUMP.
Another man’s last name seemingly a derivative of pense, is PENCE.

The english translation of TRUMP is:  Eclipse or throw shade onto
The french for the other name is:  Thinking

So we have — excuse me, the electoral college has — elected a team to lead this country, whose meaning in essence appropriately, and frighteningly, translates to be:

Throw shade onto thinking.

I will not stop thinking, writing, observing, calling out. And am working to shift that into action as well. Until there is liberty and justice for the things oozing out in the name of — AND DIRECTLY FROM — the newly elected regime.

#WontStayQuiet




Sunday, November 13, 2016

The holy or the broken

Singing forces you to breathe. To speak melodically. And to exert it from a force inside of you.

Today I looked up the lyrics and just belted this song out.

This stunning and simple song — after his loss and the loss, last week, of my chosen candidate — was cathartic. And on another glorious fall afternoon, today, five days into this new path... life is shoving us along as though we are the words of a song being thrust forward.

There is a rhythm to life. Even amongst disasters in nature. But high and low tides continue even after a tsunami. Fall will soon give way to snow. And we are just adjusting to a transition.

Some this past week have felt holy. Some, broken. But soon we must get up. And stand up. Beyond just words, for our rights. For this country that we all love, democrats and republicans and everyone else.

My heart is getting situated into a better place today. Hallelujah.

I went to BOTH of our church services this morning. Apparently, I needed church twice today. But it is [getting] well with my soul. Hallelujah.

I hope that we keep our eyes wide open to welcome the good things ahead, and to hold to account any wrongs. We must. See the holy and the broken. Nurture. Love. Oppose. Welcome. Listen. Love eachother. And stay awake. WIDE awake. Hallelujah.

Our words matter. And there is an impact to what we say. But it is our actions that will speak much louder. And there’s an impact to that — to what we do. Let’s do something. We must. Hallelujah?







Saturday, November 12, 2016

Catching my breath

Seeing nature’s firey beauty outside today.
On a planet that’s been here so much longer than us.
Is comforting.

AUTUMN LEAVES ON MY FAVORITE TRAIL






#ThisForThat

I don't know how hashtags get going, but I hope you can help me share this. 



. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

THIS
This morning I found myself upset having learned that someone from my church in here in Silver Spring, MD had been impacted by racist slurs — as a result of post-election bullying. Be aware, I'm not naive to think racism happened overnight on Tuesday. But this flavor and openness of it IS connected directly to the election season and outcome. And our President-Elect MUST reject and condone that behavior. 
NOW.
THAT
On my trail-walk today on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I found myself walking up to greet a woman taking photos of these beautiful autumn leaves. We smiled. She is Iranian. I'm from Atlanta. We talked. Shared how cathartic the steadiness and rhythm of nature has been for each of us during this tough week of transition for the citizens of this beautiful country. She showed me some of her pics (I'll post here when she sends them). We both agreed — we DO believe we'll make it through. Somehow. Not even because of 'which' candidate won, or didn't win. But because it's inherent in the American spirit. Racism, etc. has been part of our nation's history. Let's leave it there. It has NO place in our spirit... if we truly are committed to CONTINUING TO BE a great America.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

So if you find you're in the midst of an injustice. Or witnessing one. Next door, out in the community... or in the White House in the coming months. Try to SAY something or DO something to stop it right then and there. But if you can't, then for each time you learn of one, or witness an IN-justice... go out and DO a JUSTICE or a KINDNESS for someone else. 


Then tag and share BOTH.

Maybe it can be even just a small step in neutralizing the hurtful hate and get us on a path to better future. Hatefulness does not represent us. And it WILL NOT represent us.
What's your #ThisForThat?
Can you help me share this? #ThisForThat

   

Be the courageous one

#LoveMeNow

Can this be our new national anthem? 
Beautiful. 
Just beautiful. 
My heart needed this. #LoveMeNow


Worth it

I finally watched it.
Man, what a woman.

See more

This week has been a roller coaster for our country.

My past week, with our nation’s new news, went a bit like this:

TU:  Utter disbelief. No sleep.
WE:  Reconciling the news.
TH:  Pissed — angry (about the overnight violence)
FR:  Sorting — shifting.
SA:  I rise — I'm ready.

And it has been notable to me, on social, that over this past week the sheer length of FB posts has increased dramatically. We are each offering our vantage point. Be it receiving pain or dishing it. Observing or reporting it. Finding solutions or protesting.

But I believe that it is in the digging-deep like this where we will find a way to rise. To shine bright again.



I’m wrestling with really not wanting to watch (news, coverage, social posts) vs. the critical an absolute NEED to know. 

You see, if we don't watch, we can't see. 
Then we can’t change. 
And it is most certainly going to require us mustering up strength we didn't know we had. 


Dan Rather, who has been a lifeguard for me by way of his observations in these very stormy waters we’re sorting through... posted this yesterday:
“Fostering healthy and respectful debate is one of the strengths of our system of government. But when we seek to undermine our political adversaries by attacking their right to participate in our national discourse we risk causing longterm harm to the rationale behind the nation we all claim to love.”
We are a big nation. We are a nation with lots of different views.

And we are — an ALREADY GREAT nation.

And now we are going to have to continue to dig deep for strength and reflection and a way forward. And we are going to NEED to see — to watch and to hold accountable the folks who have just taken the reigns of this great country. Yes, this ALREADY-great country. 
We are going to need to participate in this democracy. Now.

Things have felt dark, this week. Hell, this whole election season. But with each person’s attempt to understand and offer insight and solutions, it is through each of those little lights — lanterns — where will begin to shine a path. To a way forward.


Can we see? By the dawn's early light... through this perilous fight?

Continue to see.... more. 

I rise



Thank you, Ms. Angelou.

Your sassiness does not upset me. It inspires me. Most especially... now. Thank you for your words. And I pray that others now, in this transitional time in our country, are equally inspired to share their gifts to express, explain, and explore their perspectives, in their own unique ways. Badass hombres and nasty women alike. Thank you.  



Friday, November 11, 2016

11.11 Flower count: Bless my homeland forever



206

I've been doing an “Annual Flower Count” on 11/11 of flower sketches I've received over the years. And today’s flower going is 206. With a request out to President Obama a week or so before the election.

I believe his audacity of hope, and my love of flowers have something in common. A perseverance and inherent belief in “tomorrow.” No gardener could plant a flower seed without the expectation that with encouragement, nourishment and putting it the right setting that it will, in time bloom.

I love this Mexican proverb:
They thought they had buried us, 
They did not know we were seeds. 

And THAT is precisely what is coursing through my blood right now. Hope. A willingness to persevere. A NEED to. And a determination to live — intentionally. This past week has stirred something in EVERY PERSON IN THIS COUNTRY. No matter who you pulled for you have a feeling. A sentiment. You have been awakened in one way or another. This is not a complacent week in our country. Eyes are open. And that part is a good thing.

But the thing to remember is this. This country is ALL of our homes. Our 'garden' if you will. Be it oak trees or palm trees,  roses or tulips. There is room for all of us. To be better. Yes... we can.

The way America — our garden — will STAY and continue to BE great... is if we UNITE. And stay stronger together. America is not an ‘either–or.’ All or nothing. We are, still, striving to be a more perfect union.

But if the rose punches the tulip. Or if the tulip spits on the rose. Or the palm tree tags the oak. Then we are stagnant. Or killing our country. And we then move nowhere.

Nature progresses forward. So must we.

It is how life is meant to be lived. In motion. And forward.

We don't — I don't— want a garden full of only roses. Or a country of only cacti. There IS room for all of us and we're a more beautiful garden — and country if we continue to grow that way.


Have you sent me your flower sketch? I'm still collecting.
And you are welcomed in my garden.
May we all continue to bloom and grow.

Bless my homeland forever.





Holding on

Holding on. Holding together. 

“With his election, it’s easy to trace a line between Trump’s win and Trump supporters being more emboldened to act out on these campaign cornerstones.” And it is NOT okay.

Be it in peaceful protest. Writing your representative. Painting, singing, writing. We have to rise to the occasion — we are obliged to as American citizens — to protect one another, our liberties, our freedoms, and our right to not be full of fear in our own home country. Especially from a government which is [supposed to be] by the people and 
for the people. In a week where ‘the people’s choice’ for President isn’t actually going to be our President.

God... please bless America. I love this land, guide and stand beside us. It's our home sweet home.

But right now, it’s broken. We’re broken. Help.


All the good

Humans + hope

Hindsight

Define that word?

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The fire in our bellies



Let this burning empower us to rise up into our true power — through love and oneness. 

#StayAwake #StayWoke  We're awake now.

Love louder



Today we're just gonna have to love louder.

#StayAwake #StayWoke? We're awake now.


A hope for us all

My very first blog post ever, was posted two years and two days ago today. Inspired by a newly-elected President.



The logo was an image, an idea, bigger than the man himself. The sun, rising on a horizon. “A hope for us all. To be better. Yes we can.” And those words are more true today, right now, than even then.

We have to. Have hope. With action.
And we have to hold the new regime accountable for this as well.

#StayAwake #StayWoke. Yes we can.

The blessing of pain



#StayAwake #StayWoke? We're awake now.
The inspiration for this.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

His weapon? His words

Prince's 'weapon' was his music, his words
Do not be deceived by the photo — Prince's 'weapon' was his music, his words. 

He was extremely in-tune to things going on in the world, and did not shy away from writing about it.

One that I keep going back to is "Dear Mr. Man" off of 2004 Musicology album. He seemed to tuck his messages and observations into cool funky grooves. Think of the opening words to 1987's Sign o' the Times? No one was speaking about AIDS then. And that's the lead, and title, song. 

Some of you may know that to process his loss, I compiled ALL of his lyrics here: ThirdThursdayInApril.com. I didn't want news stories. I needed his words. Start to finish. To see his story over the years. Prince & His Evolution if you will. It was profoundly cathartic.

In light of the latest horrific news, I went back to see his words. On guns. Here is some of what he wrote over a span of nearly four decades. Take a read through. And share. #Prince #StayAwake #StayWoke


I compiled ALL of his lyrics here: ThirdThursdayInApril.com
Below is ALBUM# : SONG#

4:7 (1981)
Annie Christian... always looking for some fun
Being good was such a bore,
so she bought a gun
She killed John Lennon, shot
him down cold
She tried to kill Reagan, everybody say gun control
Gun control



9:1 (1987)
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys and their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called ‘The Disciples’ High on crack and totin’ a machine gun
Time.
You turn on the telly and every other story is tellin’ you somebody died
Times.
It’s silly, no?
When a rocket ship explodes and everybody still wants to fly
But some say a man ain’t happy unless a man truly dies
Oh, why?
Times.



10:1 (1988)
Say, yes
Yes! If you want this feeling called love
Yes! If you want it now raise your hand to the man above
Yes! Up on the 2, swing right on the 4
We want everybody to open this door!
Say no,  if you don’t wanna live life under the gun (I know)
We know a better way to have some fun (I know)
I know there is a heaven and a hell



10:5 (1988)
A bass guitar in spider webs, longing for the funk
Uzi gun takes his place in a wagon trunk
(get off me, punk, you ain’t sexy)
Stealin’ ladies purses then settin’ them a’flame
M&M killers playin’ Mickey Mouse games
Lord have mercy
Dance on,



14:1 (1992)
I know from righteous I know from sin
I got two sides and they both friends
Don’t try to clock ‘em, they’re much too fast
If you try to stop ‘em they kick that ass
Without a pistol, without a gun
When you hear my music you’ll be havin’ fun



15:5 (1994)
As the door closes, baby starts to cry
“Please don’t lock me up again, without a reason why”
Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky
He said “How come I don’t love my woman?”
Then he took aim and died
Boom!
Papa
Boom! Boom!
Papa, Papa



15:6 (1994)
Of all the things that base a rhyme
How is it that you every time
Regurgitate the racist lines that keep us apart?
Thank God this ain’t Monopoly
You’d make us all go back to start

Race
In the space I mark human
Face the music
Race
Face the music
We all bones when we dead

Cut me, cut you
Both the blood is red

D-d-down with h-i-s-t-o-r-y and all this B.S. propagandi
Keepin’ you from me, and me from you, as we grow
I don’t want to know (I don’t want to know)
Why those before us hated each other

I’d rather believe they never did
I’d rather believe (I’d rather, I’d rather believe)
That there’s hope for a kid



20(1): 5 (1998)
If you’re sick of evil knocking on your door
Throw up the love sign once and forevermore
If you’d rather make love and have a little fun
Throw up the love sign everybody — and not the gun



28:6 (2004) Speaks of 9/11
Cinnamon girl of mixed heritage
Never knew the meaning of color lines
911 turned that all around
When she got accused of this crime

So began the mass illusion,
“war on terror” alibi
What’s the use when the
God of confusion keeps on telling the same lie?

As war drums beat in Babylon
And scorch the blood-red sky
Militants bomb the foreign gun
Both sides, children die

Cinnamon girl opens the book,
she knows will settle all the scores
Then she prays after the war
that there will not be anymore



33(2): 6 (2009)
Worked so hard all thru the week
I just wanna get off your feet
Hit me back at a quarter to nine
We can jam and have a real good time tonite
You wanna jam wit me? A’ight lover, 
No guns or drugs up in the place
Old school jams put a smile on your face tonite

No top forty, none of that junk
I know this dope spot that just plays funk



36:6 (2014)
Tell me how some people walk in the sun
While others just walk in the dark
Lookin’ at the world through a barrel of a gun
Hands behind their back and a parked car

America you might fair better
London your sure to be toast
You always get the dream that you deserve
From what you value the most

You need to fix your life up
Fix your life up
Fix it up



37:2 (2014)
I’m gonna give you something baby
But I wonder does it really even matter if it ain’t on a stage
If it ain’t on a stage
I don’t really think it matters in this brand new age

When life’s a stage, in this brand new age
How do we engage? Bullying just for fun
No wonder there’s so many guns
Maybe we’re better off in space



38:1 (2015)
Baltimore
Nobody got in nobody’s way
So, I guess you could say it was a good day
At least a little better than the day in Baltimore

Does anybody hear us pray
For Michael Brown or Freddie Gray?
Peace is more than the absence of war
Absence of war

Are we gonna see another bloody day?
We’re tired of the cryin’ and people dyin’
Let’s take all the guns away

Absence of war, you and me
Maybe we can finally say
Enough is enough,
it’s time for love

If there ain’t no justice
then there ain’t no peace
If there ain’t no justice
then there ain’t no peace
If there ain’t no justice
then there ain’t no peace...


Miss you Prince,

Wendy




P 7:1
“Open your heart, open your mind, A train is leaving all day
A wonderful trip through our time, And laughter is all you pay”
(Around the World in a Day)

TIP ONCE IN THE PDF: ( Search = command + F ) 


Tuesday, June 7, 2016

June 7th

What a gift, Prince.
All this talent.
  So grateful for his ‘birth’ day.
Peace, Prince.
Read ALL HIS WORDS... his ‘gifts’ here:


Thursday, May 19, 2016

4. Prince Listening-Retrospect


FINAL: Part 4 of 4 —
I posted Mon, Tues, Wed, and now wrapping up today,
the...Third Thursday in May with this share.


Just after the paradigm-shifting news of that THIRD THURSDAY IN APRIL, some of you know I began a listening retrospect of Prince’s words. All of 150,000+ of them. Without any thought, I instinctively began that lyric-gathering journey very early Saturday morning, the 23rd of April (see pg 318). Not even a full two days after... the news. 


As a deep fan, I needed his words.

In one place.

In a healing journey from Prince himself, I listened, edited, learned, laughed, reminisced, and read, read, read, and read some more. For three weeks. It was cathartic and eye-opening. And still, there are words I have no idea what they are. But I did my best to #HonorPRN best I could. By gathering ALL of his words into one place. 

He has been an immense creative inspiration to me, personally, since back when I was far too young to be listening to Prince. Then, over these past few weeks, as I got deeper into this lyrical journey, trying to process his absence, I realized I couldn't keep this. 

Other fans need his words too...  

Here they are...



P 7:1
“Open your heart, open your mind, A train is leaving all day
A wonderful trip through our time, And laughter is all you pay”
(Around the World in a Day)

TIP ONCE IN THE PDF: ( Search = command + F )

Prince & the Evolution: Prelude to the release

Prelude to the release

Not a woman. Not a man. 
Something that you'll never 
understand... will die 4 U.
(P 6:7)

A mystery. An inspiration. An immense, complex, varied, constantly-evolving and changing talent. 

The Artist. 

Prince.

That is certainly reflected in the work he left behind. Covering over four decades. With, presumably still more to come. And in each of those decades, his work reflecting the issues from personal, national, to global. From Reagan & Russia ('81) to Gray & Baltimore ('15).

What I've seen in fan groups since the news — the particular one I'm in has been a God-send — is that they reaffirm his reach and intense personal connection through their (our) individual “Prince” profile pics and cover photos. Like a little global digital Purple Army. There was no one era, photo, song or way to neatly wrap up Prince. He was the flamboyant, dramatic version, perhaps, of each of us.

And in the individual-ness of what each person resonates with about him, one person's photo is Prince from the '70s Dirty Mind era, and another is a CGI inspiration of techno-clouds from 2015's Art Official Age.

Some people have gravitated to tributes by other artists.

I needed his words. 

Maybe he is his something we'll never understand. 

But over this process of grieving — today marks four weeks, since that THIRD THURSDAY IN APRIL — this kindness, humor, and purple passion among his fans has really created an unprecedented online space. And I mean no disrespect to the souls taken on 9/11 but it reminds me of the kindness we all experienced, in this country... on 9/12.

In these Prince online fan group conversations you often can't tell eachothers' race, religion, political affiliation (thankfully), economic status, background, location, history, personality, or even gender (aside, sometimes, from names). 

Proving... that we can all get along (P 30:8)

As it should be.


So, in that light, given each of our personal connections to Prince, I've completely kept ‘me’ out of this. So it's bare bones. Just about his words. Plus a button for folks to donate to a cause dear to Prince: music education. There's a link on each page to #HonorPRN 

I found his words reassuring, or new, or inspiring and informative. Now, my hope is that he not only live on through his vast collection of music, but may these words of his — clarified here — also shed a light on the depth of his thinking as well. 

A “fan,” in my thinking, could mean someone who knows his whole collection, or just one or two songs. Or maybe you are new to Prince, completely. Regardless, simply “respecting The Artist” equals “fan” to me.

If you are a deep fan like me, you already know all his work as songs to groove to. Era by era. But, as expected, reading his words while listening to this immense breadth of work... just made me love and miss him even more. I still can't believe it

If you are a breathing human being in this country, I bet you have heard of Purple Rain.

And maybe the 1-2 sexy songs/words the media like to focus on (hey, those are a part of his collection). Just like the backless yellow pants he wore on Arsenio were... a part of Prince’s wardrobe.


But perhaps you may not know...
that the song on the other side, the B-side, of 'Purple Rain' is: 'God'

Take a look to see what else may be new to you.

I hope today's file let's you see the Prince beyond the Purple Rain.

THIRD THURSDAY IN APRIL







GATHERED INTO ONE PLACE ON THE THIRD THURSDAY IN MAY 2016:


P 7:1
“Open your heart, open your mind, A train is leaving all day
A wonderful trip through our time, And laughter is all you pay”

(Around the World in a Day)




Wednesday, May 18, 2016

3. Prince Listening-Retrospect: “Observations”

Part 3 of 4 — Posting Mon, Tues, Wed, with a special share on Thursday
(which will be the... Third Thursday in May)


Three weeks of listening.
Soon, will be releasing a caged dove.
But first... observations.



D&P etching I did, Chicago 1992
Just after the paradigm-shifting news of that THIRD THURSDAY IN APRIL, some of you know I began a listening retrospect of Prince’s words. All of them. “319” pages-worth, to be exact. Without any thought, I instinctively began the journey very early Saturday morning, the 23rd of April. Not even a full two days after... that Thursday. 



I needed his words. 

The reading of his words was amazing to me. All 150,000+ of them. Cathartic. And made me love him even more. 


During that journey, which is now full circle and completed, I've had some observations: 

  1. I've realized just how horribly I'd butchered so many of his lyrics over the years (and apparently in my research, a lot of others did too!) and in what I compiled I can assure you there are typos and incorrect words, incorrect interpretations. Perfection was not my goal. Listening to his words was.
  2. If you've never actually read his words, they are as cathartic as I'd hoped they'd be. He said in one of many interviews I've consumed over these past weeks (I think it was Arsenio?), that if he weren't Prince, the musician, what would he have been? He replied, “a teacher.” I'd like to confirm that he continues to teach through his words. His music.

  3. Why the “Third Thursday in April?” Prince had often said there's no such thing as time. And I don't like the idea of an “end date” to this brilliant soul, either. Plus, personally, it was in fact, THE DAY OF THE WEEK which was more impactful to me than the DATE. And that is always when I will honor it. Think about it: We would then have the next full day, Friday to connect with others. We'd have a weekend to take in this impossible news in our own unique way. Then a full week — in a precious month — filled with Prince connections, sharing interviews, images, tears, laughs, videos of his pranks, collections, lyrics, songs, and stories. Just REALLY good for the soul. And then it rained. And rained. And rained. And still rains. I can't believe he's gone. Still does not compute. 
But about his many, many, many, many, many, words... 

And, as you know, there’s even still more where these came from. But for what I needed, in my journey of processing the still-to-this-day-unbelieveable loss of my long-time creative inspiration, I chose to focus exclusively on the 39 released albums. And there's still some words, I have no idea what he's saying. God love him. And speaking of which, the one exception to the 39-album focus is: one special B-Side to his most popular song.

So, yeh, you probably know Prince sang about sex and God, and did a fine job, actually, on both subjects. Oh, and his 16+ instrumentals aren't too shabby either. 

But did you know that all of these (below) made it into lyrics too? His words? Our modern day Shakespeare who could shred a guitar? 

You will soon...


GOVERNMENT / SOCIAL / WAR
  • ABSCAM — this is the first term that made me begin looking up any ones I needed more reference for, or just wanted to list it for future generations. His songs are like a history book. 
  • Ronnie (Reagan)
  • AIDS
  • Star Wars
  • The Million Man March
  • NATO
  • 13th Amendment
  • Wounded Knee
  • Malcolm X
  • Mr. Charlie 
  • A Golden Parachute
  • Martin's “I Have A Dream”
  • Coretta Scott King
  • “Can’t We All Just Get Along?” 
  • Green Card
  • Bailout 
  • Power to the People
  • Saddam
  • Hurricane Katrina
  • Michael Brown: Ferguson, MO, 2014
  • Freddie Gray: Baltimore, MD, 2015
  • Isis Shooting in L.A. 2015
  • 5th... Amendment
  • Baltimore riot, 2015
VIOLENCE / GUNS
  • Gat 
  • Unabomber
  • Tech-Nine
  • Bonnie Parker & Clyde Barrow
  • Smith & Wessons
MUSIC / DANCE
  • Leslie (guitar)
  • Fuzz Tone Remote Control (guitar)
  • “In The Upper Room” Mahalia Jackson
  • “Precious” By Chanté 
  • “Ol’ Man River,” Paul Robeson 1927
  • “The Symphony No. 3” by Gustav Mahler
  • W.C. Handy
  • Henry Mancini 
  • Life/Dream — Row, Row, Row Your Boat, 
  • John Hammond 
  • Doug E. Fresh 
  • Earth Wind & Fire
  • James Brown 
  • Sly & The Family Stone
  • Dr. Dre
  • Missy
  • “You’re So Vain” Carly Simon
  • “Europa” Santana
  • Hollow Body 12-String Marshall 
  • Chuck D.
  • Mary J & Chaka, Sweet Thing
  • Muzak 
  • Common
  • “Industry Just A Better Built Cell Block” Mos Def
  • “Why Buy You If He Can Just Lease U” Meek Mill 
  • Támar 
  • 33 rpms 
  • “A Song For You” Donny Hathaway
  • M.I.A.
  • Michael Bland
  • John Blackwell Jr.
  • The Bus Stop, dance
  • “Way Back Home”
  • Rita Ora
  • Sade & Babyface
  • “What If” Nichole Nordeman 
  • Richie Havens
  • Woodstock
  • Eryn Allen Kane
  • Dido
  • Ray Charles 
  • Stevie Wonder
POP CULTURE
  • Know Bo
  • Bet Your Life
  • Aol
  • Liz & Dick
  • Ke-Mo Sah-Bee
  • 1990S “Got Milk?” Mustache Ads 
  • Y2K
  • Bet Your Life, Groucho Marx
  • Gimme a Page On My Two-Way
  • Parental Advisory
  • Love Jones (1997) 
  • Weakest Link 
  • Doo-Rag
  • Floss 
  • Kurt Loder, Mtv News
  • The Green Mile 
  • Frank & Ava
  • Chocolat 
  • Zuzu’s Petals, It’s A Wonderful Life
  • Juicy Juice 
  • Saving Face
  • 9½ Weeks 
  • Like Water For Chocolate (1992) 
  • Box-O-Chocolates 
  • Ultra Lash 
  • Ugly Betty 
  • Star Wars’ Yoda
  • Shade Throwers — 2013
  • Put Your Phone Down
  • Upper Echelon 
  • Silly Rabbit
  • Idol
  • X-Factor
RELIGION / SPIRITUAL
  • Pope  
  • Cain 
  • Yalda
  • Crossing Of The Red Sea
  • Proverbs 31:10
  • Milk And Honey
  • Theocratic 
  • Love . That It Just Is. And Never Yearns. 1 Corinthians
  • Pearls B4 The Swine 
  • Prayers: Greek Orthodox, Jew, and Islam
  • Babylon
  • Judas Iscariot 
  • The Battle Of Jericho
  • Hour Of Power
  • Blood On Calvary
  • Moses 
  • Crag Job 39:28
  • 100 Days Of Prayer 
  • David & Saul
  • Fall of The Philistines
  • Lion Of Judah, Revelation 5:5
HISTORY / PEOPLE
  • Sheba
  • Whosepapers 
  • Violet Brown
  • Jack Hazard and his Fortunes 1872
  • Dutch Elm Disease
  • L. Londell McMillan, his lawyer (wassup w/ the will, dude??)
  • BCE— As an Abbreviation for “Before The Common (Or Current) Era (Same Dates As “Before Christ” “B.C.”
  • Carthage & Rome
  • Nefertiti 
LOCATIONS
  • Galpin (Street Of His Purple House?)
  • Calhoun Square
  • Piccadilly Square, Might Actually Be “Circus”
  • The Egg
  • Palazzo 
  • Lavaux
  • Vevey
  • Faces Of Mount Rushmore
HEALTH / SCIENCE
  • Serotonin
  • Goldenseal and Licorice
  • Elixir 
  • Olive oil in my hair
  • Electromagnetism
  • Chakra Transfer
  • REM, sleep
  • Full moon in June
DRINKS
  • Ripple
  • Remy
  • Blunt
  • Vodka & 7
  • Alizé 
  • Red Bull & Patrón
  • Limoncello
SPORTS
  • Kirby Puckett 
  • Bo Jackson
  • Ali’s Jab 
  • Michael Jordan Dunk
  • TKO 
  • Serena’s serve 
WRITERS
  • Dorothy Parker, American Poet/Writer
  • “The Table And The Chair” Children’s Poem by Edward Lear
  • Nellallitea Larsen, Novelist of the Harlem Renaissance
  • Brushed Their Hair 100 Strokes, Jane Austin 
  • Beg, Steal, Or Borrow, Chaucer
SOCIAL
  • Chazz’s Bar 
  • Nell’s 
  • Crazy Horse Showgirl
FASHION / COLOGNE
  • Lagerfeld Blazers 1990s
  • Paco Rabanne
  • Apache Scarf
LANGUAGES
  • Te Amo Corazón 
  • French, Spanish, Norwegian
PHARMA
  • Brand New Pill It Feels Like Sex, 1996 Release Of Viagra

See you back here tomorrow...



GATHERED INTO ONE PLACE ON THE THIRD THURSDAY IN MAY 2016:


P 7:1
“Open your heart, open your mind, A train is leaving all day
A wonderful trip through our time, And laughter is all you pay”

(Around the World in a Day)

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