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25 Epiphanomenalities and General Random Things Supa Learned While being Grown-and-Sexy and Away on Mini-Vacation:

1. Sunshine, travel, good food, great art, genuine people, rampant laughter, and new experiences truly make life bearable.

2. Lots and lots of alcohol does too.

3. Overpacking your designer suitcase with every conceivable outfit formulation based on mood fluctuations, inclement/ideal weather possibilities, venue changes, and options for morning/afternoon/evening/late night gear is a fashionista necessity and therefore worth paying the funky $25 dollar overweight luggage fee. (Haters)

Addendum: Airport people watching is the best. Really. Loads of unbelievable cell phone conversations and prime writing material in effect.

4. Southwest is the official bootleg version of all airlines. From the drama that unassigned in-flight seating inevitably brings, to the flight attendants who wear stained khaki shorts and appear as if they also moonlight for Denny's, to the passengers who looked like they were actively jumping bail. Just janky.

Addendum: Any child over 5 years of age & flying on an airplane, who obnoxiously yells at their parents and won't listen or sit the fuck down or stop playing with the back of my chair should have a special window their asses can be thrown out of.

5. Sometimes, a pear is not a peach. (Thanks, Manesh..)

6. Somewhat related, Supa vows to learn how to make an unparalleled mango mojito within the next 30 days.

7. Hands down, Sex y Lucia is still one of the most visually and psychologically moving, magical, poignant, innovative, subjective, and creative foreign flics Supa has seen.


8. Supa gets strangely aroused by any man who can correctly pronounce and effectively use the word "chrysalis" in a sentence.

9. Yay area chronic will have your ass straight useless. Unless you have about six hours to fuck off and do absolutely nothing, Supa doesn't recommend partaking.

10. Motorcycles are dangerous. (Feel better, T-Boom!)

11. When visiting another city, it is both comical and delightful to observe the resident white folk in action. 'Cause Supa gets hella bored looking at the same dry-ass crackafied corporate and/or industry types she sees on the daily. Give her a cluster of fresh outta rehab lookin’ white boys with fifty piercings in their face, ears, nose, and lips; rocking some dreadlocs while pedaling scooters or busted-out bicycles a la ‘70’s, it’s enough to make her grin.

12. The more I travel stateside and beyond, the more I (sadly) realize how economically and racially segregated the city of Los Angeles really is.

13. DJ's are supa sexy. (something about the combination of music, creativity, and skilled and competent hands...)


(Supa caressing the equipment...now that's hot.)



14. Homeless white dudes in San Fransisco give shitty driving directions.

15. Supa really digs the vibe of fly-ass cafes.

16. No matter what, it’s always good to reconnect with some extended fam bam.

(Supa pozin' with her 22 yr-old stepdaughter. Sounds strange, I know, but don't ask, it's all good.)




17. Despite how much she might grumble about life in mommy mode, Supa be missin' her spawn when she's away. (dont tell nobody..) And the whining I did over missing The Pooch was borderline pathetic…

18. A Supa Ephiphanomenality: Life is both beautiful and painful, fabulous and fucked up, effortless and challenging, very often at the same time, which tends to make even the most fleeting moments of total being and euphoria and laughter feel like the longest and most beautifully tangible moments in ones life. “Be happy for this moment, for this moment is your life”

19. Another epiphanomenality: While in a popular and overcrowded reggae club during a holiday weekend filled to the hinges with crunk and disorderly patrons who are hella liquored up, high, hyphy-fied and thizzled out - countless pathiggas will seize that as the unpassable opportunity to grind, grope, feel on, and basically molest your ass on the dance floor and leave you with a perfect understanding of how and why a woman can be inspired to cut a muthafuckas dick off then attempt to brutally fuck him with it. I'm just saying.

20. It took a long ass time to realize that Supa really (for real really) fiends over the Drum and Bass musical genre. Watch ya back, hip-hop.

21. Did I also mention that chronic will have you perplexed over the most elementary of tasks? Like how to successfully install a new roll of toilet paper, or how to remove your left contact lens. And chronic also makes u hella forgetful too. Did I already say that?

22. Last ephiphanomenality: It never ever fails that if/when you start feeling the next brotha, every ex, past lover, stalker, and secret male and lesbian crush from your past will come out of the fucking woodwork and try to kick extra pimp game on how they've (a) had their own epiphanomenality & are now suddenly positive they cannot go on without you, and/or (b) wax poetic on why ya'll should get (or get back) together, and/or (c) proclaim how they really wanna hold it down with you/for you in all areas (yadda yadda), and just talk that general yang which basically translates into (d), seeing if they can still hit it.

23. Supa really digs San Fran. (always has) It's like the East coast of the West coast. Berkeley is mad chill, too. Very un-Hollywood. Very refreshing.

24. Win or lose, Raja Bell betta get his tall fine St. Croix-ian ass back out there on that court. Supa don't watch basketball just to stare at the likes of Chauncey Billups, feel me?

(Yo, call me Raja...)

25. Memorial Day Weekend Breakdown:

~Air fare for mini-vacay on janky-ass SouthWest airlines: $ 200

~Hateration overweight bag fee: $25

~Cost of a round of drinks on account of losing a stupid bet: $10

~Gaining a funky new addition to my already endless Tshirt collection: $0


Big, BIG ups to the Konte's at Guerilla Cafe for my complimentary Guerilla Tee!

~Rallying up the supa powers to save a brotha from going beyond the brink: Priceless!

Public Service Announcement...

Supa is on vacay, bitches!!! For the next four days she'll be outta town, doing her best to chill, parlay, act all grown & sexy, and hopefully engage in a variety of high-grade misdemeanor activities! (don't tell nobody...)

Have a wonderful, safe, bomb-ass Memorial Day weekend, Blogger Fam!

Supa Rant: Damn Those Conversation Loops...(Remix)

They can happen to even the best raconteur; those pesky little pitfalls of communication I like to call conversation loops. Be it unwitting victim or accidental perpetrator, if you’ve been caught up in one, you already know - it’s nothing nice. Yes, even I have been taken down a time or two by these sinister potholes of seemingly casual conversation. Lately, though, I don’t become ensnarled in these lingual labyrinths as much as I once did; owing this to years of delicate research in determining the exact and precise moment of when to just shut the hell up.

So, what exactly is a conversation loop?

A conversation loop occurs when Speaker#1 is unable to advance to the next topic of desired conversation due to the actions of Speaker#2, who has chosen to comment on the comment Speaker#1 just commented on, which in turn prods Speaker#1 to reapply a similar response to the discussion already in progress, thus resulting in a conversation loop.

Sound confusing? In theory alone. Trust me, conversation loops happen pretty much on the regular. Just the other day, I bore witness to one while standing in line at the store. It was quite comical, though I didn’t think so at the time because, well, I had to pee.

Went down like this:

Subject#1: “Good to see you, Leon. How you doin’ today?”

Subject#2: “Said my blessings before I walked out the door, praise the Lord.”

Subject#1: “I heard that! Praise the Lord.”

Subject#2: “Umm hmm. The Lord is good, isn’t He?”

Subject#1: “Yes He is. Praise Him…”

Subject#2: “Yessss, Praise you, Lord.”

Subject#1: “Yes. Praise Him…”

Subject#2: “Praise the Lord!”

Subject#1: “Praise Him…”

Subject#2: “The Lord, He is praised!”


See?

Pesky conversation looping occurs when (a) you’re conversating with an idiot, (b) someone is conversating with you and you’re the idiot, or simply (c) both parties become trapped revolving door style in harmless, useless, repetitive dialogue, and merely fail to identify the proper way to get out.

It’s sad, true, and can be - some pretty funny shit.

Even more, along my sanity-reducing, rollercoaster ride on the track of motherhood, I have since become convinced that the origin of conversation loops are deeply rooted (and cultivated) within the context of age old sibling-rivalry. Children are masters of the conversation loop. I am constantly, regrettably, privy to the various styles, techniques, and levels of sheer annoyance in which a conversation loop can occur. Here is the last loop I overheard by my lovely spawn, whom I adore, who also aggravate me to no unspeakable end, which is sometimes very difficult to reconcile but what the hell the law says I have to feed them anyway:

LovelyButAnnoying Child#1: “Leave me alone.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #2: “No, you leave me alone.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #1: “Well you started it.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #2: “No, you started it.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #1: “Did not.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #2: “Did too. I’m telling!”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #1: “You did start it. Tattletail!”

LovelyButAnnoying Child#2: “I’m not a tattletail!”

LovelyButAnnoying Child#1: “Are so.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #2: “So what, so?”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #1 : “So, just leave me alone.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child#2: “I’m not bothering you.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #1: “You are bothering me.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #2: “You bother me more.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #1: “No you.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child#2: “You.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #1: “Leave me alone.”

LovelyButAnnoying Child #2: “No, you leave me alone….”

LovelyButAnnoying Child#1 and #2: (in unison) “Mom!”

Supa/Ms. Mom: (thinking) Dammit I’m out of vodka again.


Solutions:

Once identified, the key to breaking the conversation loop cycle is a virtual no-brainer; the safeguards being fairly simple and painless to execute. They are: (a) never reiterate a reiteration, (b) never answer a question with a question, and last of all, my preferred method, (c) Just shut the hell up.

The last potentially crippling conversation loop I successfully evaded went down like this, after I tripped over some idiot’s foot at the movies:

Bigfoot: “You all right?”

Supa: “Yeah, thanks. I’m cool.”

Bigfoot: “You cool?”

Supa: “I’m cool. Thanks”

Bigfoot: “You sure?”

Supa: “Dude. I’m sure. Thanks.”

Bigfoot: “You sure you’re sure?”

Supa: Shutting the hell up.


See?

Right.

Now you try…

Supa Spotlight: Road Rage

Supa's gonna let Dory have the floor today!

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Road rage….I think I finally figured out why so many people in southern California have road rage. I know its not a local phenomenon, but having driven the other day in the rain…..

It hit me like a ton of bricks, people in southern California cannot drive. If you’re the exception , fine whatever. And even if you can drive, its not the time to multi-task, people. The DMV must be handing out driver’s licenses like krispy kreme hands out donuts. Folks are cheating they gotta be cause people treat rain and fog like they can ignore it away or deny that its raining…..oh, I’ll drive faster . Racing the rain and fog, and the one that really gets me is people who ride their brakes downhill. Who don’t know how to coast down a hill. Or people who don’t know that there is a fastlane, its not a rumor. How bout people who get in the left lane and signal at the light that they’re about to turn as they enter the intersection. So u end up stuck behind them for five minutes.

And u know how tiger woods took over golf. Nascar will never, ever have to worry about someone from this region coming out of nowhere and taking over nascar. Its never going to happen, folks just can’t drive. I’m not saying I’m the greatest driver, but having learned to dodge, steer, on windy (substandard roads…that’s a road that is actually not large enough for two vehicles to pass at the same time) with no shoulders, in the rain, fog and with sleet on the road. I do feel somewhat at an advantage to folks who basically get ideal conditions to drive in 80-90 percent of the time, and they still can’t drive. And cellphones are as bad as drinking two forties to the head for some folks.

Some of the most retarded driving folks I have ever seen. Treat rain like as if its nothing, like because their car has anti-lock brakes they can disregard the fact that the road is now slippery and doesn’t take corners very well. (duh!) As if its some figment of their imagination. And they do some of the most assynine things u can imagine. I saw a woman recently on the freeway driving 40 mph in the fastlane putting on her makeup and talking on a cellphone, weaving in and out of the lane, cars whipping by her.

Recently (no names) a person who works at my job was injured in a car accident. And like most times when u hear someone was in an accident you wanna know what happened. (wait till u hear this s**t) . This person got a flat while driving in the fast lane, and decided to change the tire there. (right by the fastlane). At nighttime, instead of getting to the shoulder in the slow lane or the even better option of exiting the freeway. No this person wanted to change the tire right there early in the morning, when most people are either half sleep, have been drinking or both. This individual is really fortunate to be alive. Another co-worker talked to this person and was told that while changing the tire the person driving the other car was drunk or didn’t see the car until it was too late. The car was struck and knocked into this individual who woke up in the hospital. Fortunately, to only a severely broken arm (shattered the bone).

Everyone’s rushing to get somewhere, shouldn’t you, wouldn’t you think the main point is to get there. Death kinda complicates that, ….pump yah brakes folks. And the next time you’re rolling in your nice ride, be happy to not be on the bus or blueline. Don’t gloat about it, cause chances are you’re not in the catbird seat you think you are! Cause some dummy is probably on the freeway practicing for the new test dummy job that dodge, chevy and ford are giving out applications for!!!

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Weekend Wrap-Up

Hey Blogger Fam! My weekend was all good, yadda yadda.... More importantly: Supa happened to be a grateful recipient of a random act of kindness: After reading this post, my roomate slash tenant left two bags of these at my front door:

YES, boys and girls! A gang of Supa's favorite muhfuckin' HANSEN's SODA's. (Said roomate/slash tenant seemed to feel sorry for RR#1, 'cause she got all up in his shyt for his supa infraction..) Anyway. Real sweet, right? (And yo dude - gifts are accepted, but rent is still due on the 1st...don't get it twisted)

So, it's like this. Since Supa is reaaallly doing her supa best to stay on schedule considering her impending deadline for her book revision, she'll probably throw up some of her favorite old posts (remixes) throughout the week. Not only that, Supa wants to get the rewrites outta the way, so when she goes outta town for a fun lil' visit this coming Memorial Day weekend, she can hang, laugh, parlay, imbibe, inhale, engage in high-grade misdemeanor activities, and basically act all grown and sexy without stressin' over whether she forgot to edit essay #6. Feel me!!!

Have a great week!! I'll be checkin in on ya'lls respective foolishness, as always..

That is all! Carry on.

Update: One of Supa's coworkers just informed her that the cheesy Something New was inquiring around the office about Supa's relationship "status". Ewwwwww. Just threw up in my mouth a little. Damn, does Supa have to post the remixed remix to the I Love Dark Meat post? Again?? Back up off me....

Happy Malcolm X Day!

Our own shining Black Prince

May 19, 1925 - February 21, 1965

Many will ask what Harlem finds to honor in this stormy, controversial and bold young captain - and we will smile. Many will say turn away - away from this man, for he is not a man but a demon, a monster, a subverter and an enemy of the black man - and we will smile. They will say that he is of hate - a fanatic, a racist - who can only bring evil to the cause for which you struggle! And we will answer and say to them : Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you ever touch him, or have him smile at you? Did you ever really listen to him? Did he ever do a mean thing? Was he ever himself associated with violence or any public disturbance? For if you did you would know him. And if you knew him you would know why we must honor him.

~ Ossie Davis, February 27, 1965

Unconscious Plagiarism?

Few days back, Supa got that bomb-ass magical nudge to write down some words she felt would eventually weave its way into a poem.. (my new material is coming right along ya'll! Yay!!). Though after re-reading the first few lines, she discoverd the general inflection and cadence seemed strangely familiar...and then she realized: Supa had just read a similiar piece a few months back...

Supa begin to ponder: (a) Would I have written the same piece the exact same way, even if I hadn't read something similar? and, (b) If not - does that make my shit any less original?

There is a phenomenon called cryptomnesia (shit sounds scary!), or "concealed recollection." The cat at Start Snitching (check him out) hipped me to it, and also posed the questions:

Can you be so impressed upon by art that it just becomes a part of your collective consciousness? Can you have the same exact idea as someone else? Is there such thing as accidental plagiarism?

Check out what happened to this chick:

author Kaavya Viswanathan.

Her manuscript "How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got A Life" (love that title, btw) and her sixfig book deal were droppped on claims she blatantly ganked from not just one, but three other already published books: The Princess Diaries, Sloppy Firsts, and Second Helpings.


The Book.

For all you artists and fellow-word slangers out there: What do you think about the unconscious ability for other creative works (either read or seen in the past) to affect your work??

Here's a definition of plagiarism: To steal and pass off (the ideas or words of another) as one's own : use (a created production) without crediting the source vi: to commit literary theft: present as new and original an idea or product derived from an existing source.

So: Plagiarism vs. Cryptomnesia? Who's to say?

PS - Supa thinks Jimmy "Gangsta White Boy" Frey is still a fuckhead.

Your True Colors?

Okay. Since that last post, I've been getting a few emails about auras and where to get readings and all that stuff...and I see ya'll 'aint got shit else to do, hunh? (lol!) Anyway, my suggestion is: if you are genuinely interested in auras and other methaphysical pursuits, I'd advise you to find someone who comes HIGHLY recommended (by someone you trust!), who is familiar with your area of interest. Just 'cause that fool with the change cup at the swapmeet says he's psychic...don't necessarily make it so....

Meanwhile, if you're just a lil' curious, here's an Aura Colors Test for you to play around with. (if this isn't the direct link, click on the left side where it says "test.") Supa zoomed though hers real fast, and suprisingly my results were pretty close to my in-person reading I received years ago..

After you obtain your results, you can refer to this guide, which claims to give you insight into your personality, relationship & parenting styles, and suggestions for your life's work.

Supa's aural colors (equal mix of strong violet, yellow, magenta, crystal and abstract tan) are said to reveal/represent:

~ When centered: happy, optimistic, up-beat, positive, friendly, outgoing and generous
(check!)

~ When uncentered: fickle, undisciplined, lazy, irresponsible and procrastinators
(check check!)

~When centered, they are natural, receptive conduits for pure, healing energy

~When uncentered, they can easily feel befuddled, disoriented, and psychically overwhelmed by other people’s energy. They then feel the need to withdraw from life to replenish themselves. (working on this!!)

~Hate being told what to do; they are rebels (check check check cheeecck)

~Tend not to function on linear time like most people; they have difficulty paying attention to schedules, clocks, and calendars (SEE!!!!)

~Very sexual, passionate, flirtatious and frisky (wink)

~Nonconformist, bizarre, eccentric, unique, flamboyant, zany, weird, and outlandish (cheeeck)

~Unpredictable, energetic and spontaneous

~Free-spirited, freedom-loving, adventurous, love to travel

~Like being around people but tend to be loners

~They know they are here to do something important to help uplift humanity and the planet (check)

~They need an equal partner who shares in their visions and won’t hold them back (CHECK)

~ Like partners who are decisive and protective yet patient, allowing and unintimidating

~Can remain single for a long time because of potential trauma of a strong emotional connection

~They have an incredible capacity to store random bits of factual information (ding ding ding!)

~Tend to be cheerful, optimistic, fun-loving parents but also undependable and undisciplinary (uhh..check?)

~They have a message to share with the world and feel a strong inner push to express it.

So! Report back and let me know ya'lls funky colors! (and don't lie on the stupid test!)Did any of it ring true for you? Supa's curious...

(Shout out to Brave Lurker, who shared her "color"!!)

Supa Goes Shopping...

"weird shit always happens to me...." ~ Notable quotable by That Blogger...

So, okay...After a weekend of being on strike, yesterday Supa was forced to accept the fact that it was time to hit the store and replenish the Supa Pad: You know, restock them fruits and veggies and snacks and eats and drinks and shit.

Please note: Historically, grocery shopping has never been one of Supa's favorite tasks. Simply because (historically speaking) the act of trying to navigate some busted-out shopping cart in high heels after a long-ass day at work while simultaneously trying to keep your spawn from asking too many questions and/or pulling every damn thing off the shelf while you're trying to locate those damn coupons you spent all Sunday afternoon clipping - well, let's just say it wasn't a good look for me. Least I didn't think.

But hey - kids grow up, and in time you can thankfully leave their asses at home while you handle the grocery store business. So after fighting traffic from downtown LA yesterday eve, the original plan of driving back across to the otha side of town to Whole Paycheck was scrapped. Supa settled in on your local, average, over-priced, mediocre grocery store haunt. And by this time, all Supa wanted to do was get in and get out. More specifically: she wanted a case of Hansen's!!

So, Supa goes about her shopping. Supa mobs in the store like she's taking over a small country. (Supa rarely does lists...) We need some of this shit, some of that shit, snatch it, drop it in basket, keep it pushing. Main motivation is to hustle self over to the glorious beverage aisle....

And okay, does this happen to anyone else? Like when you're performing some mundane task, does your mind start to wander and pontificate on random, stupid shit? Here's what Supa was thinking as she pushed down the paper goods aisle:

So like, how does the Downey ball know precisely when to open up and release the fabric softener during the wash cycle?....Is the shit computerized or somethin??.. Is D'Angelo still fat? Cause damn he usta be foine....Wonder what went down on the Sopranos last night....Did I pay the damn electric bill?....Is Maxwell ever going to drop another CD?...Did Kool Moe Dee really win the battle against LL Cool J? I want some new wedgies....Who shot Suge?

Insanity all inside my head, I tell you.

....Anyway. Almost to Shangri-La. Supa turns the corner, mouth all watering and ready to grab those pretty colorful cans, and then this is what goes down:

Strange Jamaican Cat I've Never Seen Before In My Life: Oooweeee!! Me felt dis powerful vibration coming towards me, and I couldn't move! And pah! It is you!

Supa: (jumping back like I'd seen a character from the dreaded Narnia.)

Ohmygod. You scared me! Please, don't do that....

Strange Jamaican Cat: Me nah mean to scare you! I just felt something...coming! (okay, I'm gonna stop the patios & just loosely translate from here on out)

Supa: Okaaaay.... (slowy pushing basket away from dude)

Strange Jamaican Cat: Sista. I can see the glow above your head. It is very bright! Your aura is shining all around you!

Supa: Really? I mean, yeah...thanks. I've been told my aural colors are kinda...unique. (not really giving a shit at this particular moment)

Strange Jamaican Cat: Yes! Yes! I can see that! Dis is real, you know! See, I can tell about a person instantly because...

Supa: (halfway listening) Umm...do you...think you could....uh, move over just a little bit? (I mean, dude was seemed cool but he was BLOCKING THE SODA CAN SELECTIONS!!!!!!)

Strange Jamaican Cat: Oh! Sure thing, my queen. For what is it are you looking?

Supa: Hansen's. Natural sodas.

Strange Jamaican Cat: Ahhh. No good for you. Too much high fructose. You should drink water. Or Snapple....

Supa: (thinking: Look, Dick Gregory.....) I do drink water. And Snapple. And fresh juice and even spirulina... But right now, I don't want NONE A those. I want some Hansen's!!! (almost a whine)

SJC: Well, Bright One (wtf?), it looks as if you're out of luck today.....(showing Supa the empty space of the shelf)

Supa: Gasp!!!! (looking at where all the Hansen's have been ganked, on account of them being on sale or something...)

GROWL. I bid a farewell to the SJC. Salty as fuck. Wonder how my aura looked now....(i know i know, it doesn't change...)

THEN...there's more...but the next encounter just warmed Supa's heart! Upon checkout, a lil' brotha who couldn't have been any older than twelve, appeared beside Supa and asks: Excuse me, would you like me to help you with your bags? (Manners were on point. I likes that.) So I lets little man push my cart and load the groceries into the whip, and meanwhile our conversation went something like this:

Supa: So lil' man. You out here trying to make a little money?

Little Man: Yes, ma'am.

Supa: Where are your friends? (I was just testin him...just in case he had a lil' crew lying in wait, tynta run up on my groceries or my car keys somethin..Some of these lil mofos is crazy, ya'll.)

Little Man: I don't know where they are. I'm just out here working by myself.

Supa: Well I appreciate your lil' enterprise you've got going. You approached me in a respectful fashion...you work fast...you didn't throw the bottled water on top of the bread..you doin' good work.

Little Man: Thank you.

Supa: So, what your grades lookin' like?

LM: Ai'ight. Cool...

Supa: Good. Because I can already tell you have a brilliant mind, and there's no excuse for you not to use it. You hear? I'm not gonna tell you that just because you're a young black man, that you're a victim and everything is all bad. You have control over your life, and anything you want to do with it. The people who love you want to see you achieve. Understand?

LM: Yes, ma'am... (probably thinking, "lady stfu w/all the lecturing and just gimme some doe")

Supa: Okay. Here's a dub for you, lil' man. Save some, spend some, you hear?

LM: Thank you! Okay! Thank you!

Awwww!!!! How cute was that? Anyway. Got home, RR#1 did his job by bringing in and putting away the groceries, while I quietly gathered my Vitamin Waters, Sparkletts Lime Flavored sparkling water, snack chips, nuts, etc, and stashed them all the fucking way in the back of my damn closet.

Spare me the, suggestions, Blogger Fam. I'm on the edge with the food drama right about now...(spent $160 bucks, let's see if it lasts a week)

Duke (Rape?) Case..

Real Quick. Click here for the first article I blogged about the case. Now I understand a third player has been arrested, YET the second round of DNA testing came back negative? Am I smelling some Tawana Brawley eau de parfum?

Here is a delightful comment I received recently re: my first Duke blog:

With the taste of his own foot still lingering in his mouth, District Attorney Mike Nifong has another piece of evidence blow up in his face, I wonder how's his ulcer is doing? So would it be his own aura or is it the universe's way of getting back at Nifong for destroying these young boys lives? It would be funny if Nifong's ulcer leads to a colonoscopy, or would it be ironic that he screws 47 boys over a false rape claim and have to take a 36 inch colonoscopy tube up his @ss for his part in the fiasco he created.

They are innocent! The drunken black stripper with the long criminal record and history of making false accusations...lied. Stripper made a false claim of rape by three boys in 1996. Stripper made a false claim of kidnapping in 1998. Stripper charged with larceny, auto theft, and trying to kill a police officer in 2002. 1st round of DNA shows no link to the lacrosse team. 2nd round of DNA shows no link to the lacrosse team. DNA proves stripper had sex with boyfriend/pimp which accounts for the rape kit evidence of recent sexual activity. Innocent boy who picked up finger nail and threw it in the trash left his DNA on the fake press-on nail and will be charged for rape.The strippers account of the night has serious integrity issues...

...The stripper obviously lied, and she's putting these innocent boys and families through hell. She deserves to be in prison for the rest of her pathetic life. She is worthless as a person and human being. Her one lie destroyed innocent boys. I hope her and Nifongs aura catches up to them and they both get what they deserve. I hope everyone wishing this rape claim to be true, in spite of all the evidence that it never occurred, gets what's coming to them.

Nice. Now tell me what you really think!

What say you?

Supa Spiritual Snack...

What it be like, Blogger Fam?? Supa's busy today, tied up with work & meetings & other C.S.S. related ish...At any rate, hope everyone had a great weekend! (I did) And a Happy belated Momma's Day to all. It was a challenge for me, but ya girl made it through. (Losing my Supa Mommy has been such a beautiful tragedy...and thank you Supa Auntie for honoring her with me :)

Here's a little inspirational quote that caught my eye this morning.

Consider this amazing possibility: You incarnated on this earth just to experience the joy of being alive. Do you even know what gives you joy? Do something about that today.

Go forth and be alive & joyous, people! Feel free to comment on what brings you joy!

Supa, out handling her shit & returning soon to a blog near you!!

Update: The Supa Pad is still sans tasty liquid refreshments - Ms. Mom is on strike, fools! (least 'till this evening when I finally hit Trader Joes. And don't misunderstand, there are unlimited amounts of water available, should a Ruff Ryder need a drank....)

It's Friday!

How come..every time I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen

in the goddamn refrigerator

eatin' up all the food??

Happy Friday, Blogger Fam! Last night, Supa uttered the above referenced and now infamous "Friday" quote when she sat down all ready to grub, and realized her six pack of Cherry Vanilla Hansen's Natural Soda was straight vamanos...gone..no longer in fucking existence. Talk about hurt. A sistas face was cracked. RR#1 made the mistake of coming into the kitchen while Supa was staring woefully into the refrigerator.

Supa/Ms. Mom: Number one - you know you wrong, don't you.

RR# 1: Wha? What happen-

Supa: Number two, I just went to the goddamn store yesterday, and it look like I 'aint been in a month! Child Services would arrest my ass if they came in here to check if I was feedin' ya! Negro, what??! Wassup? You got a tapeworm or something? You on the pipe? Where the hell are my Hansen's sodas????

RR#1: Oh those. I got thirsty.....

Supa: Well if you "thirsty," go drink some goddamn agua, or some Cranberry juice or one of them Capri Sun joints. Comprende, essay? An entire six-pack, boy is you out your goddamn mind? What you think this is, hunh? This 'aint the all-you-can-eat spread at Hometown Buffet. And you know the Hansen's fall under my designated food and drink. Shit! I swear, every time I'm in the kitchen, YOU in the kitchen, eatin' up all the food..

RR#1 - all the chitlins, all the pigs feet.. all the hog maws.... (finishing quote. laughing)

Supa: Oh. You got jokes....

RR#1: Mom. You know that was funny.

Supa: You see me laughing? Now go 'round the corner and get me a peach Snapple. And while you out, get a job!!

(I SWEAR - my grocery bill is running about $400 and change a month, trying to feed me and them hongry ass kids.)

Next, (and I'm still laughing over this) - yesterday eve, when the brotha from the "clean-up crew" at the office came into my cubicle to dust (how stupid they make them do that shit, hunh), I swear he was hummin' CELIE'S SONG from the Color Purple. The one Shug was hummin' in the baff, then later on dedicated it to Celie at the juke joint? (Sista, you been on my mind....)

I SWEAR. I listened long enough, just to make sure. (Are you getting a visual?! A burly ass brotha in custodial threads with a feather duster hummin' some Color Purple shyt?)

Cracked. me. the fuck. UP!

Like Nina say, I'm feelin' good. Happy Fucking Friday!!!!

Keepin' It Hip-Hop....

..since we all back in love and shit. (Hip-hop so crazy...)

Here's MTV's Top Ten Greatest Hip-Hop Albums of All Time
(like this chick says, Let The Hating Begin!)

Click the links to get background info & commentary on the selections.



#10

Public Enemy - Takes A Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back




#9

2Pac - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory


# 8

O'Shea Jackson as Ice Cube - Death Certificate




#7

NWA - N*ggaz4Life


# 6


Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt


#5


Run DMC - Raising Hell



#4

Notorious B.I.G. - Ready to Die



#3

Dr. Dre - The Chronic



#2

Nas - Illmatic



# 1

Eric B and Rakim - Paid In Full


Fellow headz:
Is there anyone you feel does not belong on the list?
Belong on the list, but for a different album?
Who are some honorable mentions that aren't on the list?
Any new-school additions? (a la Kanye)

Some I think could belong on the top twenty list: De La Soul (3 Feet High & Rising), A Tribe Called Quest (Low End Theory), Mos Def (Black on Both Sides), Wu-Tang Clan (36 Chambers), Outkast (Aquemini), Lauryn (Miseducation), Common (Like Water for Chocolate), there's more...

Supa's In Love...

with Hip-Hop again!!!

(Caption: Yo, Supa! Get at us, girl...)

BOTH of Supa's fantasy hip-hop husbands doing a collabo???!! Oooohhhhh SHIT. Excuse me, I think I just had an orgasm... meanwhile, READ.

Meeting of the Kings: Go here to read entire interview. (ooooooohhhh!)

MTV: This is really monumental to have both of you guys here at the same time. Nas, do you remember when you first heard Rakim?

Nas: I never heard a flow like his. You had a lot of dudes screaming in the mic [at the time]. So when he came, total opposite of that, it made everybody freeze. The way he flowed, it was like an added instrument inside the music. Then, what he's saying on top of that, it had never been done before ... I wanted to know, when I started [rapping], "What would Rakim think of my joint?"

Rakim: On my way here, I was thinking me and Nas got a lot in common. His pops was a jazz player, my moms was a jazz singer. That jazz influence, coming up, gave us a deeper responsibility or a deeper route that we were trying to take to try to get that poetry across.

MTV: Another parallel is the first albums: Both of your first albums totally changed rap. We did "The Greatest Hip-Hop Albums of All Time" last year and Paid in Full and Illmatic were ranked #1 and #2. Those two albums really changed the game lyrically, musically and spiritually. Rakim, did it feel that way at the time?

Rakim: Nah. Not at all, bruh. The first album that we did, we just wanted to make a good hip-hop album. I never sat down and tried to write a single or reach for anything. At the end of the day, we sat down and picked a single.

More: Nas/Rakim collabo in the works

Bonus: MTV's Top Ten Greatest Emcee's of All Time list:

10. LL Cool J
9. Eminem
8. Ice Cube
7. Big Daddy Kane
6. KRS-One
5. Nas
4. Rakim
3. Notorious B.I.G.
2. Tupac
1. Jay-Z

Rakim is listed as #4?? The fuck outta here!!! Happy Hip-Hop Wednesday.....

Featured Blog!

So Supa got hit up via text early this a.m. (yeah, four in the damn morning...you wrong for that, T) to be informed that TWASS (The World According to Supa Sister, c'mon, catch up) is a six24. com Featured Blog.



That's good shit, right!? And I think it's extra special that the West Coast Bloggin' Hotties are featured all front and center. Hey Ladies!

At any rate - Big Ups to six24.com, an organization established to monitor the black blogging community. It's pretty cool, so go check it out. A few other bloggers such as TiaStyle, On the Verge, and That Girl (rest in peace) have been featured as well.

Feels good to be young, (*cough*), gifted, black, and blogging!!

Happy Tuesday!

Supa Weekend Wrap-Up!

Children

when they ask you

why your momma so funny

say

she a poet

she don't have no sense...

- Lucille Clifton

(Note: this is a long ass photoblog, bear with me, breakin' in my new Treo!)

So, check it: When a sista is at the pad, barking out chore orders at the RR's, blastin' Bebel Gilberto & DP's afrobrazilian mixCD's too damn loud, checking movie times online, crip walking around the house while intermittently bustin' out in obscure Pharcyde rhymes - a sista's feelin' better!

Yes, Blogger Fam, it's true! I'm finally over the evil flu (& to-the-bone exhaustion) and feeling kinda supa again! (Thanks to God, a week off work, and enough fluids to hydrate a small country). And yo!! Just in time too, 'cause Supa and the RR's had a fucking fabulous weekend! Straight up rithikulous. So much good shit, where DO I begin...?

Let's start here: After years of hard work and planning and setbacks - one of Supa's close SupaSisterFriends (and Supa's bomb hair braider) finally realized her dream of opening her own salon!! So big ups to Mahogany Braid Boutique, wonderfully located in the Leimert Park area of Los Angeles. It's been a long journey (8 years) and the Supa Friends collective are sooo happy and proud of her. It's so encouraging and inspiring to see sistas (and black folk) do well in the small business/entrepreneurial arena, yeah? Especially this sista, 'cause she's got mad skills. Look:

(photo shoot from last year - she's back row, third from da left)

Her work has been featured in magazines, and she's even plaited some Hollywood folk, or two or three...('aint droppin' no names) She does it all: individuals, locs, conrows, twists, weaves, etc., all ages, races, and head sizes...(lol!) When we get her website up and running, I'll be sure to put up the link. The grand opening will be in June.

And then, Supa and the RR #2 (RR#1 was still at the pad, primping..) stumbled upon a carnival/block party, also in the Black Greenwich Village, given as a fundraiser for one of the neighborhood charter schools. (View Park Preparatory - located in "south central" LA, ranked as one of the best accelerated charter schools in the state, I'm told. Yes, the RR's are on the waiting list)

It was your typical "Saturday spring afternoon, good food-and-festivities, beautiful-black-people out-living-laughing-and-having-mad-fun" type joints.

There were children learning how to fly:

(Ruff Ryder #2, lil' supa in training)

little brothas runnin' some ball.....

jewelry for Supa to buy.....

Saturday night was the big FIGHT party at my girl and her hubby's pad.

(go 'head on, Oscar, you kicked that ass)

(Supa & anotha SupaFriend, and my godbaby I finally held!)

Yeah, it was a full house, and ya girl was actin' all grown; drinking, laughing, parlayin', and shit-talkin', while no less than 50 kids ran all throughout the damn house. (Quote of the night: "Ya'll kids - stay in the back!!")

Remember those days, when your parents and their friends were partyin' & drankin' all loud in the "front," and you couldn't do SHIT but stay in the "back" with all the other rowdy ass kids? Yep. Good times! Supa remembers one time while in attendance at some 'grown-up' party when she was about 10, she pushed some stinky boy out of a window (screen only), and the whole "Back Room Crew" got in trouble...but yo, he shouldn't have tried to kiss me.

Anyway, Ruff Ryder #1 actually got paid for keepin the underage posse in check on Sat. night. When I peeked in on 'em, there were about 6 kids tugging on his frame ("play ball with me, what's the cheat code for this, how you do that...") His ass was tired that night, trust! Good kid, that boy. Now if he'd only shower on the regular....

Sunday: Free jazz concert in the park. Me and Auntie rolled out sans the RR's. First, lunch at my fave Jamaican joint: Then, the enterainment.

Wonderful line-up; one particular act, these cats from Mali (one drummer, one vocalist) smashed it. I mean like, brought tears to my eyes, smashed it.

Beautiful vibes, beautiful day. Supa was just kickin' back, basking in the sun and enjoying the scene!

Then, yo: the drum circle. Man...

Shit was fiyah. Ya girl caught the rhythm and damn near sweated out her perm. (ha ha, if I had one!)

Got back to the pad, feelin' good but had to put my foot in some asses 'cause chores still weren't done.... (Sweep, boy! Sweep!)

(check The Girl, trynta play like she's still sick)

and The Pooch got herself some new specs, compliments of The Girl.

Other miscellaneous worthwile news: Got my new book cover proof back from the graphic designer (I like, I like!); and...(drum roll)...turns out Supa will soon be getting a room mate. And, it's a man. (gasp!) I'll let ya'll marinate on that fo' a minute.... (snickering)

Supa, out! 'Bout to get ready for the work week at the CSS. Hope everyone had a great weekend! (note to self: Thinkin' this blog might be enough for the whole week...)

That is all, carry on.

PS - Oooh! One of my favorite Twilight Zone episodes is on - the one when the little girl falls out her bed and gets lost...some fucking where. 'Bout to peep! (for the six hundreth time)

Support Harlem Radio!

Cinque Brown, a down ass brotha and very good friend of Supa's, is co-host of The Communicators community talk show, on WHCR 90.3 FM in Harlem NY.

Support black radio and REAL information! Every Sunday on 90.3 FM 12-3 EST, or listen online at www.whcr.org.

Today's Line-up will be:

12-12:30 -Alonzo Gardener On James Brown having 50 Years in Music Business

12:30 -1:00 John Newton-John Newton - a senior we have just been told will soon be visited for an eighth time by the city marshals for an eviction -and Brooklyn's Judge Phillips - a senior who once owned the 'slave theater' and has been having his property ripped. His attorney Emani Taylor is being"persecuted" as Judge Leventhal is doing the sales.

1:00- 2:00 Kevin Keating (Producer/Director) and Williams Cole (Producer) of film http://www.giulianitime.com/Kevin Keating's chilling documentary examines Giuliani's rise to power, his policies and his so-called turn around of New York City. Interviewing journalists, activists, legal experts, and many of the city's poor,"Giuliani Time" reveals that while the Mayor touted his Broken Windows,Quality of Life and Zero Tolerance policies, the reality on the streets was police brutality, violations of the First Amendment and racist actions. Williams Cole has worked on a variety of network, cable and independent documentary film productions for CBS Eye on People, A&E/The History Channel,Nick Broomfield, Stephanie Black and Estela Bravo as well as a stint at the network news magazine Fox Files. He graduated from Columbia University and was a Fulbright Scholar at the London School of Economics where he earned anMSc in Media and Communications while working in the BBC Documentaries Department with Nick Fraser. His documentary in progress "SWAT Nation: TheRise of Paramilitary Policing in America" was invited into the 2000 IFP NoBorders program and he has produced and directed a number of short films.

2:00 -3:00 Dick Gregory-http://www.dickgregory.com/Dick Gregory was on the frontline in the sixties during the Civil Rights Era; today he continues to be a "drum major for justice and equality."

Gregory, Richard Claxton "Dick" (Born, October 12, 1932, St. Louis, Mo.), African American comedian and civil rights activist whose social satire changed the way white Americans perceived African American comedians since he first performed in public. Dick Gregory entered the national comedy scene in 1961 when Chicago's Playboy Club (as a direct request from publisher HughHefner) booked him as a replacement for white comedian, "Professor" Irwin Corey. Gregory's activism continued into the 1990s. In response to published allegations that the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) had supplied cocaine to predominantly African American areas in Los Angeles, thus spurring the crack epidemic, Gregory protested at CIA headquarters and was arrested. In1992 he began a program called "Campaign for Human Dignity" to fight crime in St. Louis neighborhoods.In 1973, the year he released his comedy album Caught in the Act, Gregory moved with his family to Plymouth, Massachusetts, where he developed an interest in vegetarianism and became a nutritional consultant. In 1984, he founded Health Enterprises, Inc., a company that distributed weight loss products. In 1987, Gregory introduced the Slim-Safe Bahamian Diet, a powdered diet mix, which was immensely profitable.

Divine Encounters & the Power of the Internet

This is kinda cool. There are a few posts I've done that consistently provide a gang of feedback into my email box - silly shit like jury duty woes and my tendency to be screenin' fools... but the hottest one so far has been My Black History Project. Folks write and hit me up for more information, to share their stories, and to let me know how this piece inspired them to start their own journey of tracing their roots... (good shit)

So I was pleasantly surprised when I stumbled upon this in my inbox not too long ago:

Dear Sis,I am Hassan from Jos, Nigeria and I am a Fulani. You are so beautiful and really I can see strong Fulani resemblance, and your mom is a queen. If you want to know more about the Fulani, these are my email addresses: May the Almighty 'GENO' (God)in Fulfulde/Pulaar, that is Fulani language; bless you.

So, I'm here to report that brotha Hassan and I have been in email contact, him blessing me with an intricate knowledge, language, history, etc. of the Fulani people, and I sharing the black American experience with him from a supa perspective. Cool. Shit.

A divine reminder that our words carry power and meaning, and that the "innanet" is such a bomb ass tool, with the potential to connect with people we might not have ever had the opportunity to encounter. And yes, that means over and beyond simply trolling the net for some ass! (no Zeddie, not you. Never you.) lol!!

So go find you a Nigerian to email with, Blogger Fam!!! (Supa wonders if he's cute....like Djimon cute.....) ha haa ha

Happy Fucking Friday!!!

Supa on Flics: What the (bleep) Do We Know?

Synopsis: What the (bleep) Do We Know is a radical departure from convention. It demands a freedom of view and greatness of thought so far unknown, indeed, not even dreamed of since Copernicus. It's a documentary. It's a story. It's mind-blowing special effects. This film plunges you into a world where quantum uncertainty is demonstrated - where neurological processes, and perceptual shifts are engaged and lived by its protagonist - where everything is alive, and reality is changed by every thought...

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The positive aspect of Supa being on this forced hiatus (aka "the evil flu!") is that she's been getting a fair amount of reading, writing, and movie watching done! Always fun. At any rate - viewing this flic was actually given to me as an assignment a few years back; I was studying existentialism and other forms of progressive thought, and was instructed that I wouldn't fully grasp some of the concepts until I familiarized myself with the science of quantum physics.

Hunh, right?!

Well, five minutes into this flic, my brain damn near had a spiritual/intellectual orgasm - I mean, how could it not, when it teased & aroused me with questions like this:

- How can you continue to see the world as real, if the self that is determining it to be real, is intangible?

- Have you ever seen yourself through the eyes of someone else that you have become..and looked at yourself though the eyes of the ultimate observer?

- Why do we keep recreating the same reality? Why do we keep having the same relationships? Why do we keep getting the same jobs, over and over again? Is it possible we're so conditioned to our daily lives...so conditioned to the way we create our lives, that we buy into the idea that we have no control at all?.... In this infinite sea of potential that exist around us, how come we keep recreating the same realities?

- Is there a possibility that all potentials exist side by side? Are all realities existing simultaneously?

- We've been conditioned to believe that the external world is more real than the internal one. This new model of science is just the opposite. It says: What's happening within us will create what's happening outside of us.

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So, if this is the type of shit that gets you off in an intellectual sense, I highly recommend this movie. It's been categorized as "spiritual cinema," and most of the reviews I've read either claim it as genius, or condemn it as garbage. A few members of my writing crew watched it, and we still can't stop talking about it. (And the fact that some of the dopest concepts are being dropped on the viewer by a 10yr old black boy, made it especially endearing to me!) It has the potential to open you up and challenge yourself and your conditioned thought processes - and encourages you to realize that "the real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."

Free yo' mind...and all that good shit.

PS - I Heart Huckabees is this movie's cousin, except it takes the more humorous approach to the examination of the human condition. (love. that. movie. too!)