Tuesday, December 30, 2008

New Year's Resolution 2009

Well it's about that time of year again, and I can't help but feel a bit nostalgic. I know people say making resolutions is pointless and that they are made to be broken, but I don't believe it. Any time that brings a fresh start is a good time to make it a turning point in your life. So in light of this fact, I am making my resolutions for 2009:


  1. Only use my credit cards when it's an absolute emergency, or if I know for sure I can pay it off before the bill comes.

  2. No repeat arguments with D- if it's worth it to bring up, it's worth it to talk (or battle) it out until it's totally squashed.

  3. No more pork- I tell myself that bacon is not pork...this needs to stop.

  4. Donate to at least 3 charitable causes.

  5. Maintain at least a 3.5 GPA.

  6. Pay off whatever is lurking...(creepy)

  7. Jog regularly (a few times a week)

  8. Start an aerobics or yoga class

  9. Find a couple for me and D to be friends with

  10. Start a book club

  11. Take a vacation

So I don't think these are too hard to grasp or achieve, and frankly their already things I have started to do. Tomorrow I'll be eating a lot of bacon...right up to 11:59...

Bird's Eye View

I heard an old friend of mine passed away suddenly yesterday. Again I was reminded of how frustratingly precious life is. How nothing is really ever promised. I was sitting on my flight home through the turbulence wondering if my plane would drop out of the sky on Sunday night; my palms getting clammy as they gripped my trey table. For a second I convinced myself that if and when it was my time to go I would calmly accept it. So yesterday I wondered if Destiny accepted it, if she even had time to and if she ever imagined she'd be leaving this world at 30. I've lost quite a few people in the past year, and every time I tend to wonder if I'll leave this world the same why I came into it...kicking and screaming.

So, to Destiny Castro, who had a contagious chuckle and the most gorgeous hair ever, rest in peace. My thoughts and prayers are with her family and her two babies.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Worst Thing About Today....

...It's not that the wind is blowing freezing air in through the cracks of my window, which sits next to my bed. It's not that the shirt I found at Forever 21 doesn't quite fit, reminding me that I have in fact put on some holiday weight (I used to be a nice even medium...sometimes small). It's not even the bill I got in the mail today from my school, with $730.00 glaring back at me like some kind of cruel ironic joke. It's that today, nearly 48 hours from my glorious fun filled week with family and D, I am so far beyond pissed at his ungrateful ass that I hardly want to get on a plane to go see him anymore.

Of all the things that man can do, frustrating me is above all the thing in which he is most skilled.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

YAY SNOW!!


...And So It Begins


Almost a month away is the official inauguration of President-Elect Obama, and my very own people are already nit-picking at him about his choice of invocation speaker, Rick Warren. Rick Warren is a pastor who although quite the liberal in other areas, is sternly opposed to same-sex marriage. Being that he is a religious man (to say the least) OF COURSE he's opposed to it...hello?

By "my people" of course I don't mean, the LGBT community, although some of my favorite people in the world are of that community...I mean Californians. Yes, we suffered a blow to our human rights, when among the excitement of our first Black President elect, the unsightly Proposition 8 (or "Prop H8 as it's widely referred) was passed which supported the ban on all same-sex marriages in the state. However, we all voted for a man, Obama, who not once denied his feelings regarding same-sex marriages. Politically he has supported same-sex couples and their fight for equal marital rights, however he has said several times that personally he is opposed to the idea.

So whats wrong with that? He is a public figure but also just a man. A man with opinions, thoughts and ideals that might not always revolve around what America wants as a majority (or a minority). I'm sure he supports the non-smoking laws, although he is a 20 year pack-a-day smoker. These are things we must accept when we elect a human being into office. He'll do human shit.

Aside from that point, the inauguration is not just for the American people, it's for the Obamas. It's like a person's wedding day, in that it should reflect who you are. I am a strong supporter of equal human rights, and I voted against Prop H8, but that doesn't mean I oppose people with opposite views. This is America, and we can't be upset just because someone doesn't have the same personal beliefs as we do. As long as Obama politically supports LGBT marital rights and does not oppose it, that's good enough for me. It's California we should be upset with, not our gleaming Prez Obama.

Just my opinion.





Referenced Article: http://news.yahoo.com/s/politico/20081217/pl_politico/16693

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

4 More Days!!!!

In 4 days I'll be surrounded again by those I love the most!

HOTTIE Alert!!!

And no, I'm not talking about Keanu Reeves bushy ass. He looks like he has a vagina on his face.
I'm talking about Jayden Smith (Will and Jada's son) !! I know he's like 4 and a half, but baby boy is going to be ONE HOT ticket in about 10 more years!!
Mark my words!



Tuesday, December 16, 2008

White Tuesday


I was smiling underneath my coat hood tonight.

When I was a kid, I was quite oblivious to the "damage" being done to me. I didn't realize how much it would effect me that we moved so much, that there was upheaval, and disappointment. As children tend to do, I always seemed to filter these things out and store them for the time that would come when I would inevitably be much more aware. What I did notice, was that almost every time my family moved...it rained. Now, as a 24 year old woman...I hate rain. I hate everything about it accept for the sounds it creates on a rooftop.

I left work tonight with one goal in mind. Get home soon. I got on my usual 3 train, but didn't get far before it started slowing down. The loud speaker broke through the silence and informed us at the Chambers Street stop that another train ahead of us was stalled and we would be waiting for a bit. So, I waited. The next stop was the same scenario, and again I waited. Only this time, I realized I could connect to the A and take the 4 home instead of waiting on a stalled line. So I did. After getting off the A and walking through the tunnel to the 4 I arrived just in time to see that the 4 was so full, not even a small child could fit inside it's doors. So it left without me. I waited some more, and this time a 2 showed up. The 2 doesn't go to my neighborhood, but it would get me close enough, so I got on. It was packed, smelly, damp and loud. My frustration seemed to collect in the tips of my fingers and the end of my nose. I was approaching livid. Then I got off of the 2 and crossed the path to take the 4. I waited...

...And waited some more.

Finally the 4 came and took a crap load of angry Brooklynites (?) home. I was steaming by the time I got off at my stop, nearly an hour behind. The cold air started to hit me sooner than usual as I climbed the steps to exit, which meant that the temperature had dropped drastically since I left Manhattan. Then I cam out of the station and onto the street.

I was in a snow globe. Wisps of white cotton was falling heavily on everything around me. The cars were covered, the houses were frosted and the sky was almost completely white. My California ass started swatting the snow away trying to make my way through. But as I walked, and the snow transformed from flakes to drops of water on the sidewalk, my frustration seemed to melt away too. By the time I got to my street I was smiling like a school girl.

In between the moving, the fighting, the disappointment and the let downs...there was snow. Sporadic though the occasion was, on trips to Tahoe or staying with my Great Grandparents in Ohio there were mounds of crunchy snow. The thought occurred to me as I walked through it that my happiest times as a child were spent in snow. I had no bad memories of snow, nothing to feel except unencumbered. And so, sappy as this might sound, I mumbled a thank you before reaching my door stoop.

The smallest things, sometimes as small as a 6 degree drop in temperature can make you remember that nothing is all bad.

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Happy Holidays!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Coming, Going and Things in Between...




The above photo was taken about a week before I left California for New York. I was getting a drink with my friend George, and in complete denial of what I was about to do. I nonchalantly told friends from work that it was simply a time for change and everyone was impressed with my casual demeanor. I was waiting for George to bring me a second (or third) martini, because as you all can see, I had just polished one off. I remember for that second when he left to walk across that large scape of that scroungy, trendy, over priced bar in San Francisco; I was alone and in silence for a moment. I took it all in and whispered to myself..."better get used to it, trooper."










...but I haven't really been alone.




Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I Must Be the Last Person on the Planet Who Didn't Know....


...That Ne-Yo's fine ass is BALDING...??


I also didn't know he was arrested earlier this year for drunk driving. I'm not really one to keep up with cookie cutter R&B singers who serve no purpose outside of assisting in the consumation of pregnancies across the world....


Hey Ne-Yo...your still a cutie..but lets keep the hats on.


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

10 Things That "Urk" Me...

  1. Americans who use the phrase "cheers". This doesn't make you sound more worldly...it's just annoying.
  2. Fat people who take up two seats on the subway.
  3. Overpriced Manhattan food...even McDonald's is more expensive here. Ugh....
  4. Kids with no home-training.
  5. People who think it's ok to feed their kids ANYTHING.
  6. Celebrities who complain about being popular.
  7. People who just stand in silence instead of saying, "Excuse me..." (New Yorkers don't do this...)
  8. Tourists who ask where a good place to eat in the city is...(wtf?? There are a zillion restaurants, who am I Zagats?)
  9. Women who buy fake designer bags...Your not fooling anyone but yourself.
  10. Women who don't take the time to do their hair or make-up, but spend $40 on fiberglass nail art.

Monday, December 8, 2008

♥My 200th Post!!♥

^My First Week in Brooklyn.

I started this blog about 5 months before moving to New York on my Myspace blog. It wasn't called "I Say Hella" back then, it was just called...like "Blog" or something un-fabulous. At first, aside from my close friends and family, the only person who read it regularly was my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend who was totally obsessed with me because she was convinced he (the ex) was still in love...drama.

So I chronicled the adventure before the adventure...leaving California. Saying goodbye to friends and family...looking for an apartment in Brooklyn with Molly. The mess of emotions that stuck to the walls of the apartment I shared with D during our "technically broken up but still in love but living together" phase.

I guess the real reason I started this blog on blogspot, was because I was so far away from home. Far away from family and every friend I'd ever made. I was in a new world that I had to figure out day by day on my own and no one was around to share that with. So I did what I do best. I wrote about it.

I never started this to gain attention (not that it HAS or anything) I just wanted for my friends and family to get a peek into what I was experiancing and how I was doing. Along the way, I've received emails from perfect strangers who tell me that something I've written has made them think differently about themselves, or about life or love and that's a pretty awesome compliment. I've even had someone ask me how I got up the guts to up and leave California.

"Guts..." I said, "...don't wait for guts...leaving scared shitless is the best way to leave. Find the guts when you really need them."

I know I'll be going home soon. I know New York will always be some kind of strange dream with the taboo of a love affair; just dirty enough to feel wrong and clean enough to feel new. I'm glad I came, glad I'm here and I'm glad I'll be leaving one day.


Thanks to all those who read & comment, I'm glad you get a kick outta my life.

Friday, December 5, 2008

OJ Simpson Sentencing Today


I still can't believe his lawyer went with the , "he didn't know it was illegal..." to break into someones establishment with guns and take them hostage approach.

I've never seen a celeb end up doing actual time for their crimes, so I'm sure he'll get 6 years in some cushy, minimum security penthouse and get out in a few years for good behavior.

Whatev...

Thursday, December 4, 2008

The Other Man Meat

When I was a young girl, a little girl even, maybe twelve or thirteen, I started getting attention from the other kind of man. The kind of man who slowed his car down in the middle of the hot street, cracked his window so that his blaring music streams out and would promptly ask my age. I always replied a year younger than I actually was, sometimes more, just so they might feel a tinge of embarrassment and leave me alone. Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn't.

This is the same kind of man, I found as I grew up, that would befriend me so I would let my guard down enough that I might sleep with him; as if I was incapable of making decisions about sex if not under false pretenses. This would be the man who was incapable of telling the truth, imagining in his head that he held a powers I never gave him. He would be the kind of man who might flash an obscene gesture at me on the train, not thinking of just how that might make me feel inside, or licking his lips at me during the lunch rush even though I'd tried my best to dress conservatively for work. The man with empty eyes, who requires rapture in everything he does, and begs for attention like a 5 year old in the church parking lot. These are the men who make the other kind of man feel like a blue light in the middle of a dark room.

I'm glad I have someone with no misconceptions, no pretend objective, no alternative motive. Someone with more than just the bedroom in his eyes. With more to talk about and less to say. Someone just like me.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Brandy, "Long Distance"

BTW: My Thanksgiving Was Awesome

So aside from just the stretched out weekend, I got an excuse (as if I need one..) to eat like a total glutton. My room mate, Monica and I went to Sylvia's in Harlem for dinner.

When we got there it was so packed that a lady standing near us started complaining about the capacity. "You know she got to many people up in here..." She scoffed, referring to Ms. Sylvia herself as if she alone was responsible for the weight of the room. Although, Sylvia can often be found sitting near the bar in her famous restaurant greeting guests and chatting up the bartender, I doubted she was there that night. Monica and I humored the lady and started up a whole conversation that somehow led to me and D. The lady's unsolicited advice went something like this, " Well, if he ever puts his hands on you..." I shut off all hearing valves after that one. (For some reason that's the third person to give me advice about D beating me senseless....not only do they have the wrong guy, it's proof that not many people in my life know my history with men...) Eventually, the warrior against domestic violence and her husband were seated and all in all she was extremely nice to talk to...
Twenty minutes later we sat down, ordered and received:


Afterwards we took the train back downtown and went to West 4th to a lounge called The Fat Black Pussy Cat, which when referenced incorrectly can come out sounding pretty raunchy...


After stiff drinks and posing with the random antique furniture, we stopped at a sex store to browse for "holiday gifts" for our respective boyfriends. We got home in time to enjoy the caramel and marshmallow covered brownies I got from the cafe at work for us, and hit the sack with full tummies and a Long Island Ice Tea buzz dipped in chocolate...

My night was made complete by a goodnight chat with D, whom I know would never hit me unless I asked him to (wink wink...)


Monday, December 1, 2008

World AIDS Day

Today is World AIDS day, and if there is anything I can do as a blogger to bring awareness of this epidemic that plagues millions of people every day it's pure, simple facts...

-In 2006 there was an estimated 533,000+ people living with HIV in 33 US states (counted among areas with confidential infection reporting)


-Within those states, it's estimated that close to 3500 people will be infected with HIV before the age of 25.


-In New York alone, over 170,000 people were living with HIV in 2005


-The highest population of HIV/AIDS infected people in New York are African Americans at 44%


One of the highest risks a person can take when it comes to HIV or AIDS infection is messing with drugs that severely impair your judgement or involve fluid sharing (like heroin or cocaine use.)


The best prevention is to never share needles, and always use a condom until you are in a committed, monogamous relationship.


There is NOTHING wrong with asking Mr. Handsome if he's been tested, when and how often before things get physical. If Mr. Handsome finds this question to be offensive...that's a hint he probably doesn't feel too comfortable walking into a clinic every 6 months.


Perfectly clean people can be infected with HIV.


And you can have HIV for up to 10 years (sometimes longer) before you show any signs of infection.


The only way to know for sure is to get tested. Get tested every 6 months and between every partner. For a list of testing facilities and free clinics in your area please click here.





Fuck Off, I Need It


Yes, I know

I know there's a TONNAGE of other things that I should spend/save my money for...

Like Christmas, or New Years, or other things...

I know that frivolous spending on things I don't need should be avoided like the plague...


But....

Mamas goin shoppin, bitches.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Please Don't Feed the Animals

So, I'm walking down to Citi Bank to withdraw some cash for the long weekend, when I pass Penn Station and there stands this big guy with a black back pack on his back. I didn't notice he was shouting until I got up closer to him (while pretending to mind my own business, of course) but as I approached I realized he was shouting at an even larger man in front of him.

"Fuck you, mutha fucka...cause you fuckin wit the wrong man..." he's screaming at the top of his lungs as New York's finest looks on, just as entertained as the rest of us. I'm still passing by, however, at a record low speed.

The larger man retorts, "Get the fuck atta heah! You not gon' do nothin anyway." At this point the first guy starts taking off his backpack, and I start moving faster. It's none of my business anyway. I wait with baited breath to hear gun shots behind me as I approach the crosswalk at 34th and 7th.

So, I'm standing at the corner of 34th and 7th in the crowed of hat-and-coated strangers waiting for the light to change and the traffic to clear when a man with rolling luggage walks by and accidentally drags his suitcase over another man's foot. He mumbles something, and the man with the maimed foot protests, "Well it's not my fuckin fault guy, you should watch where your goin." The victim has an accent, who the hell knows from where. Now the luggage baring tyrant turns around with a v-shaped brow, "I wasn't fuckin talkin to you! Why don't you just mind ya fuckin business!?" He starts to turn back towards Penn Station, and I'm assuming the spat has been settled. (Keep in mind this is LITERALLY 10 feet away from the backpack throwing guy.) Instead of the argument breaking up, the toe-victem decides to keep talking. What he says is now inaudible because I've started my decent from the explosive situation, inching my way into oncoming traffic because it seems like the smarter decision. All I hear is the clack of the suitcase-man's luggage handle to the wet pavement, and the rustle of a thick leather jacket coming off. A fight ensues as sirens sound in the background behind me (I'm halfway across the street by now) and I can only wonder which debacle the cops are coming to break up first.

As I cross the street, I'm thinking New York needs to take a nice long drag from the happy pipe and stop fighting with each other.

Then I walk into the Citi Bank ATM line and get cut in front of by a mousy brown haired woman wielding a roll-along suitcase. I bite my tongue and simply exclaim, "Happy Holidays" as the woman scowls at me from the corner of the first available machine.


QUESTION: Does luggage make you cranky, or do I just have a conflict magnet hanging from my ass cheeks?

Next fight I encounter, I'm jumpin in.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Living in a "Sucked Orange"

As I made my way through the crowd of a million people yesterday around 5pm, a thought occurred to me. I fucking hate crowds. I thought this was a quality only grumble-pusses like my father have; the hatred for a bizillion people surrounding you at all times. But the sad truth is, while trapped between an increasingly slow moving tourist with a stroller and a woman behind me invading my lung space with a blazing hot cigarette, I could envision what I might do (er...accomplish?) if I had a gun in my hand at the time.

It's not just the people that make this tiny city feel even smaller. It's the whole environment. The sun-blocking skyscrapers that seem to lock in the stale air on days with no wind. The confinement of the subway, and how you can go in with the early evening light on your back and come back out into total night wondering how the day could dissipate so quickly. The transit from cab to bus to train, sitting in cramped spaces shared with coughing strangers while trying to balance an enormous umbrella on your lap.

It's also the difference between the wide open space of California or Texas. How one can look outside their window and see an uninterrupted horizon before them. How one's eyes can float over miles and take in land, trees and water in one vast scape. It's what I miss most when I look outside my office window only to see brick, cement and a mess of floating cars below.

There are times (though increasingly less, maybe it's the weather) when this used to comfort me. Instead of bars, the closeness of New York felt more like insulation. Like my padding from the outside world. I could retreat to the underworld of the subway and find myself somewhere on the other side of the city, somewhere besides my hollowed apartment in Bed Stuy. I undoubtedly have learned skills that you just don't learn in places like San Francisco. Like how to zone out some of the most disturbing noises (the screech of an approaching train, the rumble of the subway beneath the sidewalk, the police sirens that pass down 34th street every 5 minutes...)
I live in a city (Brooklyn) of about 6 million people. 6 million people in a city about as big as my home town in California, Oakland; population 400,000. I think that in places like New York one can easily loose themselves, but if they don't it says a lot about them. I've come across so many people here striving to become something other than who they really are. Hiding behind the rush and the atmosphere of New York, muddling their voices in cliches and becoming empty posers. When I first got here I marveled at those who were nothing like the people I knew from home. Now I just miss the kindness of a stranger saying, "excuse me" when they bump into you on the street.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Seeing D

Aside from the unfortunate circumstances, seeing D this past weekend was like a breath of fresh air. Laughing with him, holding hands, going out to dinner, having someone open doors for me and walking with the security of his hand on the small of my back. Sounds sappy, but these are the things you miss when your over 2,000 miles away from the one person you love the most.

Same ole us. Corny jokes, wise cracks and upside-down observations all the day long. We laugh at weird shit, but what can I say...it's the tie that bonds us.

Of course, Sunday was to worst. Time scattered away from us and every five minutes felt like five seconds. Before we knew it, it was time again for that familiar drive to the airport.

A drive that is beginning to get old for both of us.

I'll see him in December...28 days or so from now. The count down, inevitably once again starts over.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Um...Burrrr!!!

It was a blazing 27 degrees this morning when I woke up today.

Let me repeat...

It was 27 degrees outside this morning.

Anytime the temperature is lower than my boyfriend's age....I'm not going to be a fan.

I bundled up in my winterist winter coat and boots. My ears were frozen by the time I reached the subway station (3 blocks from my house). My glasses were somehow frosted, and my hair which was damp when I left, was somehow DAMPER.

I am not amused by this. This is not my idea of winter. My idea of winter involves a light jacket, long pants and flats. I am not privy to resembling a penguin when I leave the house for work.

Butta Face

I know there are hoards of people who are absolute and total fans of
Micheal "The Fish" Phelps.
And I agree that....well...swimming does his body good.
But...seriously...the face???...

...Thats what I call; undeniable FUG.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Not Awesome....

It's raining tonight. Just like the old days with D, I cracked open my window and laid down letting the sound of free falling water lull me to sleep. Then the room was filled with the noise of a screaming siren...

....and then another.....

.........and then another........

I guess I miss the California-quiet. I never even knew it existed till now.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Lost and Found

Sometimes its good to look back on how you felt...it can put into perspective exactly how you got to where you are.




April 7th, 2008

Loosing. Loosing money, or friends, or love, or time, or Metro cards. Something once solely possessed thrown to the gods. Placed back into the universe as though it was never yours to begin with. Do we posses any possessions but ourselves? A sense of ownership must be impossible if what we "own" can be taken from us. We leasers on life, looking to pay dues to the financiers who hold us hostage. I find that what I posses dissipates like muddy water through my fingers. As though its depths were just an illusion. Its only purpose; to lure me into giving my heart to the idea that something could truly belong to me...

...Surely this is not a lesson in love or money. But something godly; of earth, of substance. I feel like the answer is inside me. I just haven't found it yet...

...He didn't say "I love you back. He acknowledged that I'd said it, but nothing in response. Does he not love me? Have I worn him thin? I feel as though he is and always will be lost to me. Something I may have never possessed at all.

Ashley

Friday, November 14, 2008

Kanye West....WTF?!

Not to take anything away from Mr. West here... I mean he IS an amazing artist. His energy is high, releasing an album every year since 2004 and producing countless singles and albums for other artists since 2001; and his music is far from ordinary. He takes hip hop to another level and much like Jay-Z, Pharrell Williams (of N.E.R.D.) and Mos Def (my personal fave) he has raised the bar for urban music to a level that few can reach. Having said THAT....

...WTF, Kanye??

After his win at the MTV EMA's (European Music Awards) this past week , West was quoted saying, "I won nothing last year and I'd brought out Stronger. Then this year, just because I was there, I won best urban act. This was Lil Wayne's year." But the gush of appreciation didn't end there...he went on to say, "Britney Spears over Rihanna? Are you serious? I mean fucking Jared Leto? He's my boy but he shouldn't have won over some of those other artists."

Well, I'll admit that Jared Leto might be far from America's favorite list of artists and I'm DEFINITELY not a fan of the whole "blood bath" scenario at 30 Seconds to Mars' concerts; but they're concepts are one of a kind, the music is sincere and their videos are something to take note of, not to mention it's EUROPEAN music awards, and their taste is usually far different that that of the US. As far as Britney over Rihanna is concerned...I can't argue, that was an entirely unfounded choice and obviously a corporate decision given her embarrassingly wobbly (and by wobbly I mean the 'fat-jiggle') performance she gave at the VMA's last year. Kanye should be thankful he got an award and graciously accept. Shut up, count your millions and stop complaining about all the love your getting that you probably deserved last year; better late than never.

BUT....it doesn't stop there, folks.

West was also quoted as saying, ‘‘I realize that my place and position in history is that I will go down as the voice of this generation, of this decade, I will be the loudest voice... It’s me settling into that position of just really accepting that it’s one thing to say you want to do it and it’s another thing to really end up being like Michael Jordan.’’

So how does Kanye get this honor of being dubbed "the voice of this generation"? A Michael Jordan reference? Was their a 1/8 of a lifetime achievement award he received that I've somehow missed?? He undoubtedly is a large influence in hip hop music today, but lets not forget that the world does not revolve around hip hop music. He's not an actor, a painter, an activist, a diplomat or anything much more than an, albeit amazing, producer and lyricist. Although his music touches people of all preferences, it's still soundly considered Urban Hip Hop. Being "the voice" of a generation, at least in my humble opinion requires more than just that. I mean, he's really dumbing down the potential of this generation by naming himself the King.

With all of the musical influences of the past decade, Kanye has definitely ruled the commercial music scene for the last 4 years, but his place is hardly in same halls of The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Prince, Marvin Gaye, Bob Marley or Elvis Presley (pick your era)... I think he's still got some proving to do. And if he thinks his job is done after 4 or 5 short years of being a household name, his light will end up burning out quicker than he can imagine.

Sorry Kanye, but as far as being the voice of my generation....
you gotta speak up a little louder to speak for me.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

NBC canceled Lipstick Jungle...the show I first scoffed at then became addicted
to via Hulu (http://www.hulu.com/) and found to love and adore.


I'm so sad.


Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Productivity= The Burn Before the Crash

I've been pretty productive this week. Between keeping my home life in order, posting on my beloved bloggy-blog, juggling final projects in two classes, working a busy day at my day job and throwing in a new night job for good measure, all while keeping a long distance relationship going and preparing for our future... I have to say I'm not quite overwhelmed. I slip in homework where I can fit it, even if it means shoving a sandwich in my face while typing up part of my essay at work. I've been managing to get everything done and even fit in a quality-time phone call with my Grams (which is hard to do since I can't email her and there is a 3-hour time difference.)
The only thing that singes my pantie lace is the fact that every time I seem to get my life in order...JUST A LITTLE...right when I'm feeling like I can handle this whole adult thing....something catastrophic happens that not only derails me, but totally annihilates my motivation. I'm not talking your average issue, like an argument or a checking account mishap, I'm talking about something major...like a serious ailment, or getting fired, or getting cheated on. Something that kidnaps my focus and throws me back to square one in one single swipe.

I'm treading lightly.

So I'm hoping that this post, my very own little shout out to the winds of the universe, serves as an intentional JINX to that whole scenario. I'm begging the "schedule gods" and the "relationship gods" and the "health gods" and whatever else is out there to please be cool. Just let me have this long enough to prove to myself how awesome I really am. Give me till the end of the year...

...I can handle disaster a whole lot better when D is there to catch me.

Monday, November 10, 2008

10 More Days!!!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!
I can't wait to see my baby!!

Ugh...Subway...Ugh...Monday

This morning I left brisk fully in time to catch the early train. I stepped on and found a seat quickly. I pulled out my borrowed copy of 'Promenade of the Gods' by Koji Suzuki (author of 'Ring') and settled back into it's mysterious story plot. I didn't expect much disturbance (aside from whats typical in my commute; crowded train, occasionally giving up a seat for the elderly lady or pregnant woman..) when at the VERY next stop a rather large woman- scratch that...a rather SHREK -like, Ogre-esque, Man-woman- got onto the train and decided to set her sights on the seat that was as yet unoccupied between myself and another girl. Since this was the 3 train, which has bucket seats and not a smooth bench like the 4, terror caught my eyes as almost as if in slow motion I watched the lady shift her purse to the front and sit down forcing me to slide over onto the ridge between the two seats next to me. "Ashley, why didn't you just move to the next seat over?" I'm sure your asking this most obvious question. Well, see occupied in the next seat over was HALF THE ASS of another larger than life individual, a man about my age who probably stood about 6'4" and well over 350lbs. I was left with two halves of two chairs and the ridge between them gently sodomizing my ass crack with every bump and turn of the train (not to mention I had on tights so I was sliding around like a hockey puck.

With all of the warning and caution signs MTA puts up for it's passengers...all of the "DO NOT LEAN ON DOOR" signs and "NO FOOD OR DRINKS ALLOWED" signs...WHY on earth don't they have a "IF YOU CAN'T FIT, PLEASE DON'T SIT" sign visible? Of course I'm not discriminating against those who eat 30 meals a day, that's totally their business. However when it forces me to be molested by the subway train seat through 15 stops for 45 minutes, well then it becomes MY problem.


I am griping because of this, and because it's Monday and because I'm tired and crampy and because this is precisely what a blog is for.
Happy fucking Monday.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Deafening Silence

My room is mostly quiet. The only time I ever watch movies or stream from the internet my headphones are on and my room is left behind. Then when I take the headphones out of my ears all I can hear is silence. Tonight I actually heard my food digesting. Heard it sloshing and turning like the rinse cycle. It made me realize just how deserted the space between my bedroom window and my head actually is. I even talk to D in silence. All that can be heard is my incessant clicking on the keyboard and my breathy exclamations when he writes back something funny (which is often). Then I step outside my apartment and I'm invaded with sound. I feel like two different people. I can't wait to be one again.


Saturday, November 8, 2008

Paper Made of People

I think I was one of those kids who always had to be challenged. When the room got quiet, and my mother's crumbling attempts to entertain me finally tired, I would bounce around the living room on my tippy toes and ask a thousand questions.

So I grew up to become the kind of woman who asks a thousand questions and thirsts for something else to tire me. Every time I press myself, I've been able to rise to the occasion. Walking out, showing up, flying away and coming back are four of the most important things I've ever done in my life. And each step brought me to my knees in ways I couldn't contemplate surviving. But after being broken down, then jumping with my eyes closed shut, and holding my breath while the bubbles surfaced I always seemed to find my air. To the point where I almost look forward to drowning a little bit.

ON A TOTALLY UNRELATED TOPIC

These days, loneliness has taken on a new meaning. It's not like I don't have any friends. I'm either at work or chillin with Tia (and her new man, we'll call him "Ant") or Etienne or my room mate Monica. Throw in a second gig, and the occasional show or lounge and I have to admit there are very few moments of boredom. Plus it takes little to amuse me these days...

...But by "loneliness" I mean missing familiarity. New York is familiar to me, but in a different way. In a way that speaks to my new skin, and not to my long term memory. I was on the train the other night coming home from Manhattan; watching one of the back cars on the 4 train empty with every stop that passed. It was just me and this sleepy old guy for a while. He was thin with tissue paper skin and dusty faded eyes. His khaki fisherman hat reminded me of my great grandfather Henry, whom I barely knew and don't quite recall if he ever even wore that kind of hat. For a second we shared several passing glances; the kind you exchange when your trying to observe someone without letting them on that your paying attention. I was in the middle of wondering how old he was, when he held my glance long enough to expose a weepy smile that then faded slowly back into a firmly held line. It was just a second, but in that second I realized my mother was right; people don't smile as much in New York, at least not to strangers. But when the old dude smiled at me (or strangely...laitly...when anyone does) I was half filled with warmth and half with sadness. That which is familiar to me is miles away. Many, many miles away. The stretch of shops near Merit Lake in Oakland, the hills you pass on the drive up to Sacramento that my sister and I always used to think were really dinosaurs hidden under blankets of wild white-brown grass...

...When an old man who smiles at you on the train almost brings you to tears, you know it's time for some familiarity.

Friday, November 7, 2008

T.G.I.F.

I'm happy the weekend is finally here, and I can scratch one more day off the calendar. Even though it's rainy outside and I have no rain coat (at least not with me). I'm happy that I can sleep in tomorrow and still get to be productive. I'm happy that tonight I'll come home tired and ready for sleep. Mostly, though I'm happy that D is finished with his project at work that has been sucking the fun out of him lately. He can finally get some sleep and be his cheerful self again. Yay!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Proposition H8

Proposition 8- the ban of gay and lesbian marriage- has passed in California and the sacred bond of union is now "safely" back into the hands of male/female couples who so clearly keep to it's tender meaning...


Like these people:















There is nothing wrong with believing that marriage should be kept between a man and a woman. But there IS something wrong with taking away the right for people to make that choice for themselves.

An Awesome Day for Women!


Obama's victory over McCain didn't just usher in our first "global" president and our first Black president. It ushered in our first Pro-Choice president in 8 years! Hoo-ray for women's health!!


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