A "friend" recently described and wrote Janelle Monae off as "weird". This person also enjoys cottage cheese and probably enters at the front of the shower, and, thus, is clearly not to be trusted.
Yes, this song is even more amazing LIVE.
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I recently began Beachbody's Insanity workout series.
Like all of their DVDs it's a series that pushes you to transform your body in usually 60-90 days. This particular program is 60 days. Back in 2005, I completed Beachbody's Power 90 the DAY before being diagnosed with Lupus. I had great, though short-lived, results: I got VERY ill (read HERE), subsequently gaining 20 lbs from water retention in my legs, only to lose 30 lbs in the three weeks following my hospital stay.
Out here in Los Angeles, I've grown to love my body. With the approach of Spring, I've stocked up on tank tops and plan to wear one as often as possible. While I appreciate my progress, the new goal is to increase strength and buld upon all this Zebra Cake-fed sessy right here.
The documentary features exclusive interviews with Black Panther Party leaders and members, and is the first of a series covering the lifespan of the Southern California Black Panther Chapter. I let my excitement be known publicly but, knowing my circle of friends and associates, expected to go alone. And I was completely fine with that.
As you may have read, my hard drive crashed recently. With that crash, I lost music, movies, TV shows, software, recorded choreography, ALL of my writing and pictures from over the yeras, my ENTIRE Janet collection (tours, remixes, interviews, TV specials, interviews, award shows, etc.), and some....mature viewing material. I was devastated, to say the least. I've begun the long process of finding what I can. The bright side to everything is that that about 85% of my music was backed up on my iPod. While it is hard to remember all the goodies and rare items I once had, the journey has been made much easier by a very valuable program I found a while back.
Years ago, when a bad breakup resulted in the disappearance of my desktop, I found a way to grab music from my iPod to rebuild my collection. Within iTunes, there is no way to transfer files from your iPod back to your computer. iDump Pro allows users to dump your iPod onto a computer, share music on a friend's computer, rip and burn CDs and transfer files between hard drives.
iDump Pro allows you to copy entire playlists as well as any videos you may have on your iPod. This came in handy for me recently, as I have used iDump to trade music with friends to rebuild my once-glorious music collection.
The program itself is free with a fully-functional 30-day trial. That's more than enough time to acquire what you need from your your generous homies. If it expires, just uninstall the program, reinstall, and start over. Shazzam!
Download HERE
Have a Mac? Try iRip: HERE
~colored boy
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I've been quite lucky over the past few weeks to witness a number of amazing and inspiring shows. First there was Chonique & Lisette's BRILLIANT piece at Carnival...
Then, I saw J*Davey twice in one week...
I attended Rhapsody James' highly-anticipated Siren Assassins show in Hollywood recently.
It's a dance show choreographed, conceived, and directed by Rhapsody James, who choreographed "Freakum Dress" and "Get Me Bodied" for Beyonce, as well as videos for Cassie and the Pussycat Dolls. I spent a lot of time in her class in New York. She is one of my absolute favorite choreographers and teachers. Her style is recognizable, unique, and makes me strive to be a better dancer.
I was browsing some old videos and found this one of M and I on our vacation to Florida in 2007. Here's the video of us on a ride called The Blender. It kicked our asses. Good times.
If you are certain your computer won't explode when visiting a Myspace page, check out the full scoop on your vacation. Oh, memories....
Part One
Part Two
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My old hard drive, Brenda, is dead and gone. She now sits on the shelf, about as useless as a dick under seven inches. Geraldine...
That's hardly the good news. I attended J*Davey's show at The Roxy in West GAYwood last night. Went alone, pregamed in the car with a bottle of Moscato.
(Note to self: NEVER forsake Uncle Riesling and Aunt Zinfandel for some hipster wine. Not even a shoutout by Drake's droopy face could make me opt for Moscato again.) Anywho, it's cheaper than chasing intoxication inside any club.
Sufficiently buzzed, I entered during Shane Alexander's set. Great voice, he has. Next up: Pollyn, led by Genevieve Artada. They were a surprisingly funky group with some songs that demanded dancing. I obliged.
My favorite from them:
Dear Black People,
I know we're ashy knee-deep of the Age of Obama, so we may be feeling more aspirational than in years prior. You may have even scaled back your Olde English intake. Good for you. It's great that you want to file your taxes on time, wear clean underwear, and sign up for your own wifi at home, rather than whoring from your paying neighbor. Even though (emphatically points) YOU insist on supporting BET and holding onto kinky twists as if this is some never-ending 1997-themed costume party, overall, I see you trying. Trust me, I do.
All of that is commendable. You may even attempt to pay your bills off (which may or may not be in your child's name), and transition your family into the beautiful world of home ownership. Here in the Age Of Obama, there are some nifty tax breaks and other incentives for first-time home owners. So, again, bravo. On this road to home ownership, however, it becomes necessary for you and prospective mortgage lenders to evaluate your history of debt repayment. They'll look at it all: student loans, bankruptcies, credit card charge offs...everything. They'll even see the note for that ashy 1987 Toyota Tercel you cosigned on for Geraldine, that floozie whose bendy legs and talented tongue had you thinking he/she was THE ONE. You win some, you lose some...but let's not get off topic.
Here's the point to all of this:
I spent $175 today. It wasn't on a pricey cell phone bill or some outstanding credit card balance from my short-lived college days. I spent $175 on ME, and this is worth celebrating, in my opinion.
Over the years, in the never-ending quest for "stability" (whatever that actually is), I've grown accustomed to focusing almost exclusively on needs, rather than wants. Rent, gas, food, and phone expenses tend to crowd my mind, leaving little room for leisurely purchases. The occasional thrift store "splurge" hardly counts.
Since pulling my head out of my ass in 2008, and dropping over 40 pounds, one of the few brand new items over $20 I've purchased for myself has been Levi's jeans. Levi's are most flattering. They are stitched with love by precious white Baby Jesus himself, I'm convinced. Few (nonsexual) things top the feeling of crisp, yet-to-be-broken-in jeans. I've allowed myself THAT luxury. But I hadn't purchased new jeans since moving to Los Angeles...in July of last year.
