the radio finallyfinally played my song

it was fun the other evening,
but i can't recall any of
it was fun the other evening,
still we can't see what they did

schopenhauer will save me.
so loud, so quiet, keep it secret.

Black Friday got me too....

So, I worked during the prime hours of madness that swarms retail hot spots, but as soon as I got off, I hopped on the bus to the good ol' Beverly Centre, and dabbled in some bargain hunting, myself. LA's bargains are nowhere near equivalent to the sales I would have encountered at home, but I took advantage of what little was offered, and needless to say, was able to work on the continuous construction of elevating my unbeatable swag (ok that was a lil arrogant-so?). I did not purchase much, but I did get a turquoise and black flannel from Heritage 1981 that Im sure many other Angelinos will have in possession, but I had to buy it. Also, I bought a multi-colored fitted baseball hat that is sure to turn heads (gosh, I hate doing that) and a cardigan that Ill probably save for spring semester 09 to wear.

I have been thinking about the day when I will stop wearing the kind of clothes I do and trade my purple flannels and red suspenders for clean cut suits. Honestly, I CANT WAIT to wear suits and dress shoes everyday. Hopefully, by the time Im 30, Ill be wearing Boateng everyday. In the meantime, Ill continue to don whatever it is that catches my newly-sprouting fashionably inclined eye. watch out now.

Oh, and btw, Im typing this blog in the library at work at my desk, and I just saw Heidi from MTV's "The Hills"....she's tailgating, and she's hella blonde...blonde as a wheat field.

mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, lies, & murder

Wampanoag people researched the history of Thanksgiving, and confirmed the oral history passed down through our generations. Most Americans know that Massasoit, chief of the Wampanoag had welcomed the so-called Pilgrim Fathers - and the seldom mentioned Pilgrim Mothers - to the shores where his people had lived for millennia. The Wampanoag taught the European colonists how to live in our hemisphere by showing them what wild foods they could gather, how, where, and what crops to plant, and how to harvest, dry, and preserve them.

The Wampanoag now wanted to remind white America of what had happened after Massasoit’s death. He was succeeded by his son, Metacomet, whom the colonist called “King” Philip. In 1617-1676, to show “gratitude” for what Massasoit’s people had done for their fathers and grandfathers, the Pilgrims manufactured an incident as a pretext to justify disarming the Wampanoags. The whites went after the Wampanoag with guns, swords, cannons, and torches. Most, including Metacomet, were butchered. His wife and son were sold into slavery in the West Indies. His body was hideously drawn and quartered. For twenty-five years afterward Matacomet’s skull was displayed on a pike above the whites’ village. The real legacy of the Pilgrim Fathers is treachery.

Americans today believe that Thanksgiving celebrates a bountiful harvest, but that is not so. By 1970, the Wampanoag had turned up a copy of a Thanksgiving proclamation made by the governor to the colony. The text revealed the ugly truth: After a colonial militia had returned from murdering the men, women, and children of an Indian village, the governor proclaimed a holiday and feast to give thanks for the massacre. He also encouraged other colonies to do likewise - in other words, every autumn after the crops are in, go kill Indians and celebrate your murders with a feast.

In November 1970, their decendants returned to Plymouth to publicize the true story of Thanksgiving and, along with about two hundred other Indians from around the country, to observe a national day of Indian mourning."

Let me add that every year since 1970, the Wampanoag, along with many hundreds of Indians and Indian supporters from across the country, gather at Plymouth on Thanksgiving day to protest the lies and teach the American people the truth about our National “Christian” holiday. And it will continue every year until the truth about the colonies at Plymouth become common knowledge.

I celebrate Thanksgiving, but this kinda makes me feel icky about it, how bout you?.........

nikon D90

My soul longs for a digital slr camera and this is the one it said it needs.

• 12.3 megapixels
• 4.5fps
• Built-in image sensor cleaning: Effective 4-frequency, ultrasonic sensor cleaning frees image degrading dust particles from the sensor's optical low pass filter.
• Durable, high precision shutter: Testing to over 100,000 cycles assures shutter life and accuracy.
• Low noise ISO sensitivity from 200 to 3200: High signal-to-noise components and design deliver exceptional performance, even at high ISO setting.
• sexy
• smooth

A D40 or D60 will do too.....

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way......

i swear alot of my friends are hatin on the new kanye vibe...but im feelin it...yea we have a on/off friendship (kanye be trippin sometimes) but i have to give credit where it is due.

(also, i love cartoons with images of children of Afrika - not enough of that when i was growing up. and hype williams is a true artist)

generation gap -1922

This is the year my grandfather was born! It's weird thinking about how far we have come, and when i see pictures like this, it reinforces more than the fact that not long ago, my grandparents were sharecroppers on plantations -- it also reinforces the idea that all this coolness and swag i have aint nothin new....

all i have/had, aint got no mo

i pick up
each scent y
ou left on my bed
and toil through them
and sniff them
delicately inhaling
the wondrous fumes
of luv
i breathe wat y
ou left behind
and get high
twice, thrice, sometimes frice
wrap it around me
and walk with it
aah, it is mine now.

i met the ONE.

butterfly in the sky, i can go twice as high

today i went to panda express to get some quality food to noursish my system. you know, the usual, beijing beef, orange chicken, fried rice, and a vegetable egg roll...yea, so anyway, im eating, texting, facebookin on the mobile, and also looking around. while looking around, i cant help but notice a young girl "ill-handle" her rice on a fork. then i see an old mexican guy do the same, and i take note of my own troubles with the fork in the case of eating rice. since i was a youngin, i have always wondered why people, especially us of the Western Hemisphere, continue to use forks to eat rice and knives to scoop out jelly from jars!?!?!? i, at the risk of possessing juvenile motor skills in the eyes of many amerikkkans, prefer to eat my rice with a nice round spoon, and scoop out jelly, jam, or marmalade from a jar with a spoon -- its just a lot easier. im sorry, but the look of possessing "proper Western utensil skills" is just not logical in this case to me. maybe you prefer, or find it convenient, to eat your rice with a fork, or scoop out your jelly laborously with a knife...but i dont....and i dont care...





absolute genius

mood indigo.

iii want to cryyyyyy

for theres nobody who cares about me

im just a poor fool

thts bluer than blue can be

when i get that mood indigooooooo

i could lay downand, ie

Tiny, long-lost primate rediscovered in Indonesia

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – On a misty mountaintop on the Indonesian island of Sulawesi, scientists for the first time in more than eight decades have observed a living pygmy tarsier, one of the planet's smallest and rarest primates.
Over a two-month period, the scientists used nets to trap three furry, mouse-sized pygmy tarsiers -- two males and one female -- on Mt. Rore Katimbo in Lore Lindu National Park in central Sulawesi, the researchers said on Tuesday.
They spotted a fourth one that got away.
The tarsiers, which some scientists believed were extinct, may not have been overly thrilled to be found. One of them chomped Sharon Gursky-Doyen, a Texas A&M University professor of anthropology who took part in the expedition.
"I'm the only person in the world to ever be bitten by a pygmy tarsier," Gursky-Doyen said in a telephone interview.
"My assistant was trying to hold him still while I was attaching a radio collar around its neck. It's very hard to hold them because they can turn their heads around 180 degrees. As I'm trying to close the radio collar, he turned his head and nipped my finger. And I yanked it and I was bleeding."
The collars were being attached so the tarsiers' movements could be tracked.
Tarsiers are unusual primates -- the mammalian group that includes lemurs, monkeys, apes and people. The handful of tarsier species live on various Asian islands.
As their name indicates, pygmy tarsiers are small -- weighing about 2 ounces (50 grammes). They have large eyes and large ears, and they have been described as looking a bit like one of the creatures in the 1984 Hollywood movie "Gremlins."
They are nocturnal insectivores and are unusual among primates in that they have claws rather than finger nails.
They had not been seen alive by scientists since 1921. In 2000, Indonesian scientists who were trapping rats in the Sulawesi highlands accidentally trapped and killed a pygmy tarsier.
"Until that time, everyone really didn't believe that they existed because people had been going out looking for them for decades and nobody had seen them or heard them," Gursky-Doyen said.
Her group observed the first live pygmy tarsier in August at an elevation of about 6,900 feet.
"Everything was covered in moss and the clouds are right at the top of that mountain. It's always very, very foggy, very, very dense. It's cold up there. When you're one degree from the equator, you expect to be hot. You don't expect to be shivering most of the time. That's what we were doing," she said.

(aww my lil babies are cold)

ok i admit it...im afraid of the NIGHT!

week is coming to a close, and im lowkey stressed (about life), but know all will be well. seems like sooo much stuff has been rushing past me and i cant grab any of it. ohs wells. I went to two probates this week to see some friends of mine cross. I dont really get excited about probates that much, usually because I usually am never surprised, but this time a good good friend of mine crossed & I do have A LOT of fun socializing and havin fun with my hundreds of fellow descendants of Mama Afrika here at the University of Southern California!!

In other news, I cant even lie, Im a fan of Lady GaGa!!

Also, If anyone reading this knows me very well, you know that my favorite animal is this special tarsier that lives in the hills of the Phillipines..I Love Tarsiers in general (except people - yep, people are sometimes classified as tarsiers), and im going to post some pictures and an article about tarsiers! This might sound crazy --and Im not even being funny, but when I look in the eyes of tarsiers, I feel like they can read my soul. It's this connection that is undescribable. I. Love. Tarsiers.

Poogie woogie woo

Sleep tight Martin & Roger.

GET AWAY FROM MY BABIES LADY!!!!! IF U SEE HER, SHOOT!! NO U CANT EAT MY LITTLE TARSIERS!!!!

im hungry. (the beautiful struggle)

Good Lawd Im hungry!

Yea, over the past few months in my apartment-style university housing, I have been experimenting and growing as a cook, but lately, I have been busy and lacking in the groceries/shekels department and have quite literally STARVED! Today was bad! (Well no days are bad that the Lord blesses me with)I really didnt feel like doing any hefty cooking and had nothing instant to make, so i slept to forget the pain in my stomach (dang that sounds bad)! But, lo and behold, I got up outta the bed and made some "sundi-style-spaghetti a la creole"!! :-)

and here is the recipe:

Ingredients:

• 1 package of spaghetti noodles
• salt
• olive oil
• some ground beef
• 1 can of tomato soup (not tomato sauce)
• some onion, green that is
• some of those small light green spicy peppers with seeds (cant think of the real name of em)
• shredded cheese
• parsley & pepper
• garlic salt

Process:

Noodles: U should know how to cook noodles, come on now! But if you dont, this is what i do. Bring water to a medium boil, add a little olive oil and salt. Then add the noodles, and stir so as not to allow any "stickage" to the bottom. Boil noodles til theyre a lil puffy and no longer yellow. Then drain noodles and "wash" them with water to get rid of remaining starchiness on em.

Ground Beef: Put allotted amount onto flat pan and brown it til its done

Sauce: Bring tomato soup to an almost boil, then add chopped green onions, tons of small green spicy peppers (that u cut in half but didnt seed), and garlic salt. Stir til u feel its all jumbled up and good. You'll be able to smell it baby...then add the browned ground beef and continue to stir that til its all mixed up and good.

Mix your sauce with the noodles or leave separate so that company can put as much as they want on it...not everyone can handle the spicy sauce. I like to pour the spicy juice from the pepper bottle on my plate of "creole spaghetti " to add some real spice!!! Do it! **Also, a teeny little dab of sugar in the sauce, when portioned correctly, can create this fusion of sugary-spicyness on the tongue that can be subtly beautiful.



G-d helps those who help themselves!

she know wassup.

i want a tattoo??

What u tink ha?

WE DID IT!

BARACK OBAMA WAS ELECTED PRESIDENT!!!! (And this is what was in my head the whole time, literally!)

I, Too, Sing America
by Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

First people i hung out with after hearing the great news!!!!! (Steph, me, Scott)

A few of the people at the impromptu Obama party! (Note the girl, Shaquet, getting her weave put in and eating at the same time - classic)

cup 2

Its gonna stay
and make us old
old wrinkly men
and fat geezer ladies
amongst youth who
yearn to be younger
or older
when it is needed
to be cool
cool is what we is
when we sip lemonade
cuz we hot when we
wear europe-made
clothes
but one day
when it comes it wont
leave
and it will make us old
old geezer men
and fat wrinkly ladies
pretty
and appreciated
cuz we are
loose.

omg i love my fellow Tribesman!

Tailgate that ended up being a showcase of nphc steps and an all out dance party on the Quad

This was hands down the best USC tailgating experience i have ever had! None of that Corona and pig roast mess, just straight grilled chicken, macaroni, greens, baked beans, and CORNBREAD!!

Like Bahamadia said "UKNOWHOWWEDO"

my nite with the asians...cant put it no other way.

Night out again with my Taiwanese friends and I'm experimenting gastronomically!!!!

BCD Tofuhouse.

For dinner, we decided to munch it up at this 24 hour family restaurant in Koreatown. I had been here before and already knew that this place AINT NO JOKE! Last year, with some of the same friends, I ate here late at night and indulged in one of the only dishes from Korea that i have really grown to love (Bulgogi) as well as some weird dishes that i vowed to never try again! BCD Tofuhouse is the place where my love for Bulgogi was birthed, so much that I now eat it regularly at the Korean fast food place across the street from me (Number 8 - egg well done). But on this particular night, unfortunately, the whatever they use to make the bulgogi was out of commission - forcing me to eat some of the less "American-friendly" dishes. I ate some kinda tofu soup as my entree, as well as an assortment of appetizers that seemed to be a jumble of whatever was left over in the fridge after a good dinner. The appetizers were super hot to ice cold, raw or cooked, slimy and dry. Everything surprised my taste buds. Weird. The beef tofu soup I ordered (and didnt finish) was way to hot to enjoy and didnt have enough beef! And will somebody please tell me why there was shrimp and shells in my beef soup?? Really though, I understand why Kim Jong Il is mad all the time! If i had to eat that food I'd be p*s*ed too!!!

NO

Also that night: Habibi's Cafe in Westwood

All i have to say is hookah is pointless, dangerous, creates headaches, and is a waste of precious shekels.....