I'm Twiddicted!!

I'm totally addicted to Twitter!! Love the randomness of the updates and the fact that some of the celebs I find interesting or the artists I admire send the MOST random and funny shit about their lives.... Check it out!

Love Lost & Other Symptoms of Accute Nomadia...

It's been about three months since I left New York, over a year since I left California. It feels like the further I get from home, the less people I know, the more I know myself, the more I understand God.

It's fine. Of course. My mother once told me that because of my creative soul, I was destined to feel alone. Full of thoughts no one could quite understand...and while I find comfort in being so complex.....

Anyway....

So people fall off. But the good thing about that is I'm left with the most amazing "whittled'-down-ed-ness" of friends who are worth their salt and tough as nails.


To the rest, I guess I can't be mad. A friend is usually the product of mutual attention, common ground and good times. I assume anyone who doesn't see the point in staying friends with me has either been greatly offended by me at least once or is butt hurt that I left. Either way, good riddens.

So I've learned in large that good friends respect your journey, even if it takes you far away. A good man will see you as clay, not porcelain and the best things in life are far from free and closer to risky.

If the winds should take me away from this place, I only hope that I land safely and lose only those who want to be lost.

The Perfect Berry

Moist from faucet water.

Blackberries are a lot like people. Each one disproportionate in it's own little way. Lop sided or under filled. Stunted or overgrown. I shift them around with my index finger tip searching for the one that would fill my hunger for sweetness, my odd addiction to crush-resistant seeds and of course my loyal affinity for the berry with multiple personalities. That one has a flat spot. This one is too red. So on.

There was one that seemed to find my finger. So perfectly plump with juice and soft that it seemed a little unnatural. Too perfect. I negotiated with my self for a moment, then decided to put it down. Save it for last, I think to myself.

THE Perfect Man: Mos Def, Flowers

Mos Def - Flowers - The Ecstatic avail 6/9/09

Gonna Start Doin Crack....

Over the past few years, I've been in total awe of the new developments in technology. The economically kind cars, the websites that make your life easier (Thank you Fresh Direct..!) the advancements in medicine, even the flying car passing it's safty test recently. One thing, however, that I've steered clear of is the Blackberry.

Why you ask?

Well aside from the fact that I thought it looked strange to have a laptop-sized mobile device planted at the side of your face, and the fact that I never needed that much information to be at my finger tips at any given moment, I was also just plain intimidated by the thing. The small buttons, the thousands of features, the mandatory data pack...it all wisked over my head...WHHOOOSH.

Anyway, with all of the things I'm trying to balence here in Houston; social clubs, stylist business, doctor appointments, school, work, D, I figured getting electronically organized would be a good move.

So I am here by going to be a Blackberry user. Ugh....I'm already browsing eBay like a zombie searching for the perfect SwarovskiCrystal Hello Kitty hard case...

The Pirate "Ship"

I know terrorism in any form is unacceptable and tragic...


I also know that aside from a crazy economy and a war going on over seas, there are a million other wacky things happening to the world right now.




However, just a thought....




Pirates?? Really??? AGAIN??? We could capture Saddam but these guys we can't control:

A bunch of mal-nourished Somalians on a speed boat???

I give up, lets all build bomb shelters and wait for the worst.....

Living in Suburbia...

So I've heard some recent remarks (mainly from my mother) about being to harsh on Houston. Granted, my reaction hasn't been all that...er...fair. However, it's not far from the reaction I had to my last culture shock, NYC. I hated it at first. Hated the smell, hated the people, hated the weather. Although I loved the shopping, music, buildings, and men....there was still a lot of initial hate...

...Where was I....?


...Ok, so anyway, I'm beginning to see why people who are ready to settle down and start a family move to the suburbs. Why they go to a place so far away from the hustle and bustle of the city life, so secluded and comfortable and well maintained....basically it's because here in suburbia it's a lot harder to escape.

I'll admit to the void and to whatever audience this poor blog might still have that in my deepest heart of hearts, I know I don't belong here.

The question is...can something that doesn't belong somewhere remain for other reasons. Can I be unselfish...and see beyond the sharp change in environment?

Time will tell...