So.
I'd kind of prepared a long and lengthy diatribe surrounding the "events" of last night....but this morning it appears that I have a lot less to say than I thought. The punchline: my big brother is not coming home for Thanksgiving. This was not the week to find that out.
Peace Be
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Adventures in Red Hands
This video represents the beginning of the red hand campaign; Artist and activist Sha'Condria Sibley, aka iCon the poet, speaks up and out about and against violence.
Peace Be
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Adventures in Being Colored
So.
I did it.
I gathered a small support group and went to see For Colored Girls. And...I will say that I was...pleasantly surprised.
Beyond that, all I've got is go see it for yourself. The overall experience of it is determined by whether you've just read the original play, seen a good production of it, been in a good production of it, heard about it from one of your artsy friends in college...or just been dragged along as a member of someone's support group...too many variables to give a fair review.
In completely unrelated news - I have developed a theory. I think I was an over-sharer in my past life. I think I talked so much about myself that one day, someone tired of it and beat me mercilessly until I died. And the memory of this, is what keeps me from talking to people now, even though I know its unhealthy. Don't judge my theory. It's awesome.
Peace Be
I did it.
I gathered a small support group and went to see For Colored Girls. And...I will say that I was...pleasantly surprised.
Beyond that, all I've got is go see it for yourself. The overall experience of it is determined by whether you've just read the original play, seen a good production of it, been in a good production of it, heard about it from one of your artsy friends in college...or just been dragged along as a member of someone's support group...too many variables to give a fair review.
In completely unrelated news - I have developed a theory. I think I was an over-sharer in my past life. I think I talked so much about myself that one day, someone tired of it and beat me mercilessly until I died. And the memory of this, is what keeps me from talking to people now, even though I know its unhealthy. Don't judge my theory. It's awesome.
Peace Be
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