Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Astronomically Yours

Astronomically Yours

(a love poem)

If what you say is true and I'm a celestial being
then I'd spend a billion light years
just hangin' around your galaxy
eclipsing you like the moon radiating like the sun
orbiting spinning circulating rotating
three hundred and sixty degrees
at epic speeds with intensely terminal velocities
entrapping you within the depths of my soul
completely exhaustively infinitely like a limitless black hole
I'd believe in you like astrology
study you like trigonometry
figure you into my complex equation
become the inverse to your square relation
because my passion and adoration
can only be measured by powers of ten and scientific notation
I'd defy the laws of gravity
mock Einstein's relativity
to illustrate precisely what you do to me
see
your touch makes me explode pulse spin like a quasar
fall like a shooting star
can't fight it won't deny it
you get my protons neutrons electrons and atoms
over excited
and when we kiss move melt collide
I'm suspended like space-time
transported to the outermost tip of the cosmos
baby, don't you know?
if I was a planet I'd exist
simply to revolve around
you




excerpted from:
by Ms. Jamal Sharif, 2000

Monday, February 13, 2006

Movie Review of "Something New"


Here's Sheisty's of Playahata.com review of "Something New"

Rating: PG-13 for sexual references.

It's no secret that Hollywood doesn't have a lot of love for sistas. Whether it's the Tragic Mulatto or the all-knowing, all-seeing Mammy, black women have had it hard over the years. Only recently have we seen the climate shift to an era in which black women can just be portrayed as women: simple and complex at the same time. With Queen Latifah, Halle Berry, and (until recently) Angela Bassett firmly established as bankable leading ladies,the pathway has been cleared for the enormously talented Sanaa Lathan.In her first starring role, she fares relatively well in the romantic comedy Something New.

I'll be the first to admit, I wasn't too crazy about the premise of this movie. The whole "urban" romantic comedy thing peaked with Love Jones,and Hollywood's reliance on this familiar formula reeks of patronage.And since I, like %99 of the other brothas in the nation, have had a grown-man crush on Lathan since Love and Basketball, I wasn't too enthused about watching her laid up with some white dude. Thankfully,Something New adds some debate-worthy dilemmas and a solid cast to the old recipe, sparing us from the wrath of such recent movies like 2004's dreadful Breakin' All the Rules.

Lathan stars as Kenya, an uptight thirty something accountant on the fast track to professional success, but a personal failure who finds herself dateless on Valentine's Day. Lamenting upon the fact that %42.4(the film's original title) of all black women have never been married;she decides to spread her wings and go on a blind date. When she arrives at (product placement alert!) Starbucks and discovers her date Brian(Simon Baker) is white, Kenya is caught off guard and cuts things off immediately. But when she runs into him at a party a few days later, she is awed by his work and reluctantly hires him as her landscaper. True to form, the usual cut-and-paste romantic comedy courtship ensues: she finally gives him a shot, they hit it off, a superficial conflict arises, she momentarily falls for someone else (Blair Underwood in his usual sleazy role) and they end up married happily ever after. There aren't many surprises in this movie; the genre pretty much requires you to stick to the formula.

So why do I recommend this movie? Lathan. The camera loves her, and so will you. Finally given the opportunity to carry a movie, she doesn't disappoint. Her screen presence is notable, and even when the sometimes sophomoric dialogue fails her, she still manages to emit an aura of grace and likeability that's hard to deny. Simply put: she's a star, and stars can sometimes make average movies worth watching. Hopefully Hollywood noticed and gives her some heavier material to work with in the future. Baker, however, isn't very likeable, nor believable as her jungle lover (what landscaper do you know that digs trenches in $200 Ben Sherman button downs?), but I'm pretty sure his inclusion was one of those concessions they had to make to get the movie green lit. The rest of the cast (Blair Underwood, Alfre Woodard, Donald Faison, Taraji Henson, etc.) is a gaggle of faces and names you've seen elsewhere and,with the exception of Mike Epps, is mostly forgettable.

Sadly, like any Hollywood movie dealing with the "R" word, racial politricks are in full effect. Brian is just too perfect, and the way hewins over Kenya is unnerving. He says all the right things, supportsnoble causes, has all the right answers, is great in the sack, AND is hung like a stallion (an emasculating point the movie is quite emphaticin stating). Unlike every black man she's ever met, Brian is thoughtful,romantic, and allows her to be her (even encouraging her to get rid of her weave!). With very little effort, a broke white dude who drives around in a filthy truck with a mangy dog is able to smash a top notch professional sista in less than a week. It's almost like some white guy's interracial dream come true. Would a movie about a black landscaper bedding a white woman have even been green lit, hell, even been written? I think not. The underlying message seems to be to tell black women to stop putting up with brothers' mess, and just to take anywhite dude, cause heck, you can be yourself with them, and who caresabout color anyway? There's an interesting subplot with Epps' character(a chef) "marrying up" to a black female judge, but when you add it all up, brothers seem to come out on the short end of the stick with this movie. Big time.

Furthermore, the movie presents a very unrealistic view of how blacks handle interracial dating. Kenya's parents and friends are openly hostile towards Brian, something that just doesn't happen in real life.Sure, black folks will talk trash about you when you turn your back, but the way that many of the characters confront Brian about dating Kenya is mean spirited and borderline racist. In my limited experience, whites inexclusively black settings seem to get treated better than vice versa,not worse. Just think about the last time a white family visited your church and you'll know what I mean. Black people are oppressed and excluded enough as is, the last thing we want is to impose those same feelings on someone else. Likewise, when Kenya and Brian get into a racially charged argument about how her white co-workers are treating her, an otherwise hefty debate on how blacks are treated in hostile work environment gets reduced to a lover's quarrel. It's as if the writers had to find someway to create tension between the characters and chose to fabricate something that didn't exist. In failing to adequately address the obvious issues of race, the movie misses the mark that could have made it something far more substantive.

All things said however, I'll recommend it for no reason other than Lathan. Hell, I'd pay $9 just to stare at her for an hour and a half,but she proves herself more than worthy of leading lady status.Something New isn't necessarily anything new, but it is a smart,though-provoking date movie, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Grade: B-

Comments, feedback?

Nerves!


Hey Blogger Fam! A sis is feeling a little better after some much needed rest (prayer, meditation, solitude time, journaling, love from the fam bam, etc) Thanks again for all your thoughtful comments. Right now I'm up late, printing my essay, watching Dave Chappelle on Inside the Actor's studio, bumpin' Floetry and getting all giddy about my date meeting with my academic crush tomorrow night. (Ha!)

So anyway, Happy Monday! Please send Supa some good luck and positive energy! She's nervous. Prepared, excited...but nervous! And the lunar forces are in full effect...

Details to come!

Missed ya'll.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Ya'll Be the Best...



Thanks, Blogger fam. Your words help soothe this black girl's soul.

Truly!

Hope everyone had a great weekend, catch you on the flip side.

Love,

J.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Cuts for Luck, Scars for Freedom



Healing, boys and girls, is the word of the day. Supa's dealing with some stuff. Seems like it's going around...everyone is having life issues, work issues, relationship issues, self issues, etc.

I've been fighting a wicked mood, and shoulda pulled back and took some quiet time for myself (some days off work). Have to remind myself (again and again) that healing is a process, you might feel better for days or even weeks at a time, then some shit'll hit and pull you under and make you feel like you're back at square one...

Times like this I get so overwhelmed with dealing with my own feelings/emotions/grief/rage that I find it absolutely unbearable to deal with anyone in my space...I become completely unfit for human interaction, believe me, I don't wanna see anyone, talk, etc. For an already loner, moody type chick such as myself, this causes some major stress amongst my friends and fam. I'll disappear, won't answer my phone, return emails, etc. for weeks. Shit is tough. On everybody. I just miss her.

So. Aside from the knife in the chest I walk around with on the daily, whenever I get any news (expected or otherwise) about my baby sister's murder case, I just have to take like fifty steps back and just chill....I got anger issues, man....hurt issues, pain issues...trying to resolve and deal.

But I just fucking can't see straight when I think about how this premeditated murderous fool gets delay after delay (the trial was supposed to start this month, now we were just informed he got a continuance until SEPTEMBER 06) and is sittin up talking with his punk ass lawyer and has three hots and a cot and time on his hands, when my lil' sis didn't have a second to react before he put a 9mm shot through the back of her skull. I'm sayin', I have to go somewhere, be very still, then sob and yell and throw things and try to box with God in a way where I won't scare my kids or get someone worried enough to come and sit with me for the rest of the fucking night. And don't worry, ya'll. Supa's not suicidal. She's homicidal. But lemme stop 'cause I've already been warned by the authorities on what constitutes a valid threat on a punk's life....

SO, last night I just cried. Didn't throw anything, no threatening phone calls to the jail, no calls to loved ones to share my anguish. Just listened to music. Smoked half a joint. Saw to the household, then got in bed.

I'm being real when I say the shit I've been through over the last five years should've fucking killed me. In a way it has. What I just wrote about is only about 1/4 of the entire story....Folks ask me about my ankh tattoo. I tell them that I got it there for spiritual/emotional reasons, I know what the symbol meant to my people, and I chose the symbol to anchor me back down to the earth. A sista been floatin'. I put it on my left foot (the feminine side), so it can serve as a reminder.

Yep, I'm still here.

So since I'm also working on my essay deadline for next Monday, Supa gon' take a lil' posting break. I'll reconnect next week when the pressures off and I've had more time to sit with myself and regroup. Have a great weekend, blogger fam. I'll still be checking in on your drama/foolishness when I get a sec.

Peace.

Supa

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Yawn!

Look. When Supa wakes up and quickly calculates it'll be approximately 17 more hours until she can get her fabulous hustlin' ass back in bed - a sista's tired! Gah. I found myself severely annoyed yesterday when co-workers kept coming into my office and interrupting my quality writing time with C.S.S. projects and other nonsense....yeah, I'm on the clock, but fuck all that! Supa recalls that she specifically requested set hours for "inquires and feedback" during the day. Otherwise folks'll be all up in your grill and hounding you 24/7. Everybody - get the fuck out! Can't you see I'm trying to do something totally unrelated to my job duties? Sheesh.

See? Never give a moody black girl a juicy promotion. Shit goes all to her head...

On to Supa's self-accountability chart:

Reasons why Supa was late to work today:

1) General snooze alarm abuse.

2) Friend called at 6:30 am saying she's coming over early to help pick out paint colors for living room (yes I decided to paint now, it'll never end).

3) Spent 45 minutes spatting over "warm" vs. "cool" color selections, playing tug-o-war with color chart paint wheel, ooh and aahing and walking through the rest of the house with other decorating ideas, planning the next house party, invite list, menu, etc.

4) Employing various tactics trying to wrestle an old piece of pizza from Pooch's mouth (Ruff Ryder #1 left it on the floor in his room. Just nasty.)

5) Indecisive wardrobe selection process.

6) Riding around on "E", forced to stop and get petrol.

7) Ridiculous muthafucking Los Angeles traffic.

I'm sleepy.

Happy Wednesday! Going to the Grammys or any after-parties, Miss Ahmad?

Late Afternoon Update:

Unh hunh, time for this chick to bounce. I'm "under pressure" as David Bowie would say.....I've got too many projects going on, and I'm having issues with this nasty temper/smart-ass mouth of mine....BUT, on a more positive note, I'm quite proud of myself for not going straight 'hood today at the C.S.S. (Corporate Slave Ship, for all you newcomers...)

Example # 1:

Supa's whiny co-worker: Can we talk about something?

Supa's mental response: The fuck you wanna talk about now??????
Supa's verbal response: Sure, gimme a second, I'll be right with you.


Example #2:

Supa's nosy co-worker: Going home already?

Supa's mental response: What you want me to do, bitch, spend the night?????
Supa's verbal response: Yep, I'm off early. Didn't take a lunch today...


'Bout to go home, fix a big fat martini, chill out and watch the Grammy's...I'm giving myself the night off!!!!!

Supa, out!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Supa's Tuesday Kicks...

Mwabi, I do this for you, sis.....gotta showcase one pair at a time. :)



Told ya'll I had wedgie fever...
and it's 85 degree's in La La Land today!....
(Miss Ahmad, Pat, and Tam can co-sign)

Tuesday Tidbits

What it be like, blogger fam? Right, right!

So Supa's been toiling away on her essay for Dr. Smith's lecture next Monday. I'm in the zone, man. Creative energy just flowin' from a sis! It's the kind of mental stimulation a writer gets when you start feelin' your flow, kind of shyt that keeps you up at night, infiltrates the subconscious, inspiration seeps into your dream space, you wake up and can't settle down until you pick up where you left off............creative madness penetrates your entire being. Kinda like a slow, hard, intense, complete mental orgasm. Yo, it's not as good as the real thing, but it's damn close! (ha ha) Guess that's why it's called a writer's high! It's like crack, baby! (Dave Chapelle voice) I mean, not that I would know..but you feel me. Probably gonna need some herbal refreshments to calm down a lil' tonight, though...

So! Some quickies today.....

The "Thank God He Wasn't Black" crime award goes to this fool:



It's been all the talk out here in LA. Some fool hops out of a Lexus to snatch a gold chain off a 5 year old girl's neck. Entire incident caught on surveillance tape. Both chain snatcher and get away driver (a chick) were later arrested. Chain snatcher turns out to be Latino. Though, no matter who - this nonsense was just fucking disgusting. Someone needs to whoop THAT trick. But, ya know..just glad it wasn't one of our "brethren"....I think the show "COPS" did enough for showcasing ignant negroes and their crimes on TV.....


Anyone catch Dave Chappelle's appearance on Oprah?



Supa just got around to watching the episode last night. (I love you, TiVo) Anyway, I was proud of Dave and the sentiments he expressed. Granted, he's still a fool, but I think Dave's consciousness and awareness have been raised (re: social responsibility as a black man in the entertainment industry) after this mess with Comedy Central.

Thought, comments?

Monday, February 06, 2006

Happy Monday...


Look at this photo! It's a vase of star gazer lillies I put on my desk before I left the office Friday...today I walk in, and they've bloomed like crazy. Beautiful! And they smell so...serene..

Anyway, be sure to get caught up with the Weekend-Wrap Up...

So! Supa no longer measures her success by if she gets to work on time, but by just how late she actually is....Today I got here at ten past eight, which is a monumental event in Supa's perpetually late book. Had to wait around for the contractors to arrive, so that foiled my aspirations of punctuality. On a good note, the renovations should be complete by tomorrow. (hurrah!) As Supa snuck into work, she almost thought to come clean and explain that she'd been tardy the past few weeks due to the contractor issue....but quickly realized she'd be forced to offer up an explanation for every other damn morning..(yikes)...needless to say, Supa kept her mouth shut.

For everyone who posted on the movie line post, Blogger ate your comments..apparently there were complications on Friday and throughout the weekend. Don't worry Blogger, we still love you...

Hope everyone had a wonderful, safe weekend. (I know Tam had a great "beatin" session...LOL. Cocoa girl was a lil' stressed out but I think she's back on her A game..Doc, keep your head up! One Cool Sis was out being a stone cold diva, Skidmarks, sweetie, take your meds) Unfortunately, the world of hip-hop took another sad, senseless turn... Busta Rhyme's bodyguard was shot and killed outside a video shoot in Brooklyn Saturday night. Damn, man...can't we all just get along? On an even more disturbing note, Supa heard the new 50 cent and Mobb Deep single and she actually liked it....it's the last days, ya'll.....

Anymore signs of the apocalypse out there?

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Weekend Wrap-Up


Happy Super Bowl weekend, Blogger Peeps!

So Supa must have been really feeling herself, because she went out not one, not two...but three nights in a row this weekend! Whaaat?! Ya girl was out roaming these beautiful eighty-degree Cali streets like Whitney Houston lookin' for a hit. All of this was due to my ace girl Kishna flying in from Jersey to visit and have some good ole' diva-style fun. (Shout out to SPD!)
(pic of me and Kish in Jamaica)

Friday night, we had dinner and cocktails, then went to see "Something New"...




Supa's quick review: Grade - C+ . Cute. Corny. Cliche'.

Saturday we went out breakfasting with some fam at CJ's, a cute homestyle diner type joint in off Pico Blvd. in West LA. And then we went shopping, of course. Bounced on down the street to Pinkie Rose boutique (the place where I got the fly wedgies), and damn near lost our minds! It was the owner's Ms. Pinkie's birthday, so we sang (Happy Birthday Marcia!) and ate rum cake and laughed and shopped.
(Kish, trying on fabulous threads).

For all you LA girls, you gotta stop by Pinkie's spot! She's a sista businesswoman doing her thing, and her clothing and jewelry is so fly and unique. She promises to get her website up and running soon.

Saturday night we hung out with all the flossin' folks at Grand Lux Cafe in Beverly Hills.
One of Supa's favorite spots. Best Mojitos I've had outside of Miami. Good eats, cool atmosphere. We were joined by Mikal (my ace's brother) and RR#1 even blessed us with his presence. Family, food, fun. That's the good shit right there...

Sunday, and on to the infamous Super Bowl party! Hosted at my boy Jon Jake's pad. By the time Supa and her crew walked in, the poker game was on, the house was full, steaks were on the grill, and the drinks were flowin'.

Hung out with my girls, saw some cute guys, sipped on Sangria and parlayed the night away. Oh yeah, and Demitri at the Super Bowl party wanted me to mention that he likes my realness and thinks I'm sexy. So there ya go. Shout out to Demitri! (let's see if you leave a comment this time, playa..)

Some other regular and/or boring stuff happened in-between Supa's social spree, but it isn't worth a mention...had a great weekend! Look closely and you'll see I'm smiling and content....

(updated pic for wise-crackin' ass anonymous at dallaspenn.com) lol! PS - I don't like this pic, I look sweet. It's very deceiving.....

Supa, out!

Friday, February 03, 2006

Friday Favorites

Supa is a huge movie fanatic. With that, there are literally zillions of movie quotes, sayings, and one-liners that she loves to recite during random situations which make absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever. Which to this day causes her friends, family, and surprised strangers to conclude that she suffers from some mild form Tourette's.

Some fun examples include: While waiting in a particularly long boring-ass line at the grocery store, Supa might mumble a loud "Get yo hand outta my pocket!," or when the Ruff Ryders ask Supa something she doesn't feel like answering, she will reply with an uninterested "Could be, could be not," or when Supa overhears some chick whining about how she can't leave her no-good man, Supa will advise "You actin' like a lil' bitch right now!"

Others include:

He 'bout to cry in the car.

Beans and franks!

Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care 'bout what's going on in the hood...

Puff, puff, give. Puff, puff, give. You fuckin' up the rotation.

What you say about my momma?

Back up in your ass with the resurrection..

D, mutha fucka, D!

I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful.

I'ze nigrah!

Am I my brother's keeper?!

Anyone? Anyone?

(click on the link to view the movie of origin)

What are the random movie lines you quote on a regular basis?!?

Happy Fucking Friday!!

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Heeerre's Randal!


Playahata.com posted their recent interview with Dr. Randal Pinkett, latest winner of the Apprentice. Supa really admires this dude.

Article excerpt:

Playahata.com: Right now the dominate images in the mainstream corporate media concerning Black males is violence, buffoonery, womanizing, lazy, clownish, and overall negativity but you project sophistication, pride, and intelligence, so Black people have championed your cause all across the country as if you freed the slaves ( laughing ). Are you at all surprised at your positive reception and what do you make of it?

Pinkett: I am extremely proud of the image I project as a Black man. I realize that I do not just represent myself, I represent my family, my community, my people, my ancestors, and scores of Black men and women who opened doors just to make opportunities available to my generation. I see my accomplishments as continuing in our tradition and legacy of excellence. In that regard, I am not surprised by the positive reception from the black community because my success is a reflection of our community. I am honored by the well wishes I have received but also recognize my responsibility to continue being a role model, inspire others and give back.

Click here for full interview.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Kickin' Off Black History Month

With one of my favorite recording artists of all time




More about Nina Simone here.

The King Kong Theory

So the big monkey movie got some academy nods! Not surprising, Supa heard the visuals and CGI effects were stunning. She hasn't peeped it yet, on account of she just can't sit 3 plus hours in a theatre no matter how entertaining said flic is supposed to be. She'll catch it on dvd, when she can watch it like, over the entire weekend.

But never mind the movie, some of the Supa Friends have been discussing and debating what we've pegged as the "King Kong Theory."

Which is: Similar to the King Kong archetype, women want and are aroused by a man who can SIMULTANEOUSLY (a) be loving, gentle, attentive, and nurturing toward us, AND (b) drop a muthafucker and/or handle a threatening situation with a quickness whenever necessary to protect us, themselves, loved ones, and/or humanity in general.

Case in point: Awhile back, Supa was on the phone bein all sweet and coy with CSJ one evening, while they were deciding where they should go to have drinks and chill. CSJ then runs down the haps of his stressful week, including how he ended up breaking his hand and being strapped with a cast as the result of having to put the lights out on some belligerent passenger on his train. (his employer is MTA). And after listening intently on how the whole thing went down, Supa realized....she wanted to fuck him immediately. Like, poste haste. It's the testosterone factor, man. In controlled non-lethal doses, it's so fucking sexy.

So in effect, the King Kong theory, and the nice guy vs. thug phenomenon are closely related. But those old "nice guys finish last" and "women only want bad boys" theories are a bit outdated, because it puts forth that women have to choose between one or the other, which isn't accurate...we want both. We want the THUG/INTELLECTUAL hybrid.

And that doesn't mean a fella can't be a nice guy - what he can't be is a wimp. And not merely in the physical sense...he doesn't have to be built like King Kong and go annihalate a city. (Note: I'm no way am I advocating the overblown hyper-masculine fake bravado type shit, either. 'Cause that's definitely wack.)

What the Supa Friends collective agreed on, was that we desire a brotha who's his own man, comfortable enough with his manhood not to have to prove it in wack ill-fated ways, YET unwilling to be pushed around and/or disrespected. Just basically, not be a sucka.

And knowing how to take down a trangressor with a pair of steel toes/Tims, the ability to be raw in the event of hand-to-hand combat, and packing and/or having access to some mid-level heat never hurts. (like my boy Napolean says, "you've gotta have some skills...")

Miss Ahmad once mentioned, her ideal man is a thug/rocket scientist combination. That's always been my ideal type - Mad intellect, rounded out with some key thug elements. One of my celebrity crushes has always been Larenz, 'cause he was:

Darius Lovehall



AND O-Dog.


AND kinda cute/thuggish in Biker Boyz.



And was a-good-black-man-gone-insane in Dead Presidents..



Feel me? A thug poet, with a beautiful mind, knows how to treat his Queen, and possesses the inherent ability to inflict mayhem if it ever comes down to it.

What ya'll think??

And ladies, who would be your favorite thug/intellectual mix? (you can list one guy, or two guys who represent each dynamic...)

Theme Music


i gotta testify
come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'till the day I die
I'ma touch the sky
- K. West


Doin' betta. Supa had her medicine last night..


(Medicine = a good talk, cry, comfort, ganja, music listening & lovin' session with CSJ) *smile*


Today's post forthcoming...