Libra for Life

What's this talk about there being a new zodiac. Can you imagine now being an Ohpiuchus? Seriously? If this is supposedly true, I would now be a Virgo. NOT. As the title states, I will be a Libra for life. Someone has too much time on their hands. It's so funny though because I've never really been into the astrology reports and readings, but lately I find myself checking every other day. And surprisingly, the readings are on point. Needless to say, I think this is a hoax.

Long Time...

Well damn, the last post was December 2008. Where has 2 years gone. My mind must be extremely heavy to venture to the blogsphere. I've been so consumed by real life. It's the wee hours in the morning and NYC is in the process of being buried with snow. The last blizzard had oh dear Mayor Bloomberg in hot water so he's making sure everything goes smoothly with this clean up effort. I already heard the plow come thru the block 3 to 4 times in one night. I didn't hear a plow for 2 days after the blizzard.

Well enough about that, I have directed my focus to a new book I bought today titled, The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson. With the way this winter is going, looks like I'll be spending a lot of time in doors so I might as well catch up on a few good reads. The last 3 books I've read were written by my cousin, Varian Johnson. I would highly recommend them to teenage to young adults.

As expected this blog is all over the place, which helps to break up the monotony of my head space's current topic. I'll take that yawn to mean the dream gods are calling me. Until next time, and hopefully that's not another 2 years.

In Memory of Ice

This past Christmas season, Black Roses Crew lost yet another member of it's family. The loss of Ice, marks the second major dancer gunned down from the crew. I cannot speak on the cause of these tragic murders but I will say it's ridiculous.

I recall Ice 'taking it to dem' in Beenie's World Dance video. I would rewind the video countless times to capture Ice's every move. My fondest memory is the first time seeing Ice dance live. My friend and I were at an Ouch Crew dance at La Roose in Portmore. Black Roses took their spot, center stage. And Ice just glided on the concrete on his tippy toes as if he was literally on ice. I watched without blinking, certain to bring some of the moves back to the states.

I know in the dance, violence and good times go hand in hand. For a while Ice appeared to be the lone survivor of Black Roses, still innovating new moves to bust in the dance. Still taking it to the new cats who were destined to dance their way to the top. Now I don't know if this is an isolated incident or one to silence Black Roses for good, but whatever the issues are, the violence and disrespect for mankind has to end. And I pray this tragedy doesn't end in folks pointing fingers at which artist or dancer is responsible for Ice's murder. I hope justice is served. I hope the dancehall continues to be an arena for ghetto youth to dance or dj their way from JA to Japan to New York to Germany to Cape Town and so forth.

R.I.P Ice. Gone too soon and will never be forgotten.

Suck a fat one Bob

So Bob Costas and Ato Bolden are talking fuckery about Usain Bolt celebrating before crossing the finish line. Shit like it's not fair to the other runners and the Olympics and the audience as a whole. Are they fucking kidding me? Bolt is 21 years old and was in the midst of accomplishing history. Who the hell are they to determine how he should respond. I'm really side-eying Ato, because he should know the adrenaline and excitement that Bolt was feeling. Bob is just being a dope as usual, he probably was having withdrawal symptoms from leaning off of Phelps’ balls to even discuss track and field.

My opinion, as you may already assume, is Bolt can do whatever the hell he wants. He didn't flip the bird to the other Olympians, the youth was simply overjoyed. Is there a book of etiquette for how one should celebrate? What about the volleyball player running up in the stands after his victory? I didn't hear shit about that. Bob also says that Bolt slowed his numbers down by the early celebration. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. It's his record to make or break. He clearly was in the lead and won. Damn must we 'yes massa, I's sure happy I won' all the damn time?

Bolt to the world! He should have nah lingered with the sweep all the way to the finish line.

Take it to them Jamaica!!!

I've been enjoying the Olympics so far. But my highlight was track and field. Too bad, so sad for Tyson Gay. Jamaica just came well prepared to damage hopes and dreams. Usain Bolt took the gold for the men with ease. Dude was beating his chest and opening his arms like 'what' before even crossing the finish line. The ultimate was when he bust the Nah Linga with his sneaker in one hand and flag in the other. Shelly-Ann Fraser, Sherone Simpson, and Kerron Stewart conquered the gold and silver. The youth basically snatched this one from the old timers.

Take it to them Ray

I've always been a fan of Ray Allen, but have not been feeling his play in some of these play off games. But watching him play the entire game on Thursday and blow past the young legs of Sasha Vuyacic, was exciting indeed. And the finish was oh so sweet. Not to mention the Celtics lost me when I saw them go down by double digits early. I tuned back in toward the end of the third quarter to see them storm back from a 24 point deficit. And sat astonished as they took the lead and ran with it. Go Boston!

What would you do?

Folks, what would you do if you were boning or getting boned and you or your partner's pacemaker went off?

A relative told me he was down at the Thursday nightspot dancing Salsa and something felt like it hit him in the back of his head. The shock sent him to the floor causing him to land on one knee. His auto response was, ‘who did that?’ as he assumed his fiancé came along and knocked him upside his head with a ‘pipe’. He later learned upon getting an exact reading of when his pacemaker went off, that it was (get down on it) Thursday in the midst of his spicy two-step.

I found this whole ordeal to be severely humorous because said relative swears he’s a sugar mac daddy.

Fellas, watch your pace…