A thick glass coffee table can reveal imperfections like bubbles,
Sometimes people will pay extra for that.
A down pillow with feathers blown in through an open seam more luxurious than one that’s stuffed.
It costs more of course.
Walls that are skimcoated by a contractor are smoother than most walls,
if you decide to notice.
A strand of gray hair
A limited mind.
April is National Poetry Month and I am going to publish a poem a day as part of an exercise through NaPoWriMo. Will my poems suck? Probably.
A Pot To Piss In
I freaked out at the sight of a blood pressure cuff and was asked to submit to a 24 hour urine sample.
Pregnancy involves constantly confronting confining checks, feeling unbalanced.
What’s going to happen next?
I managed to fill 3 gallons.
It’s official: Beyonce is People Magazine’s 2012 World’s Most Beautiful Woman.
(Photography Credit: People Magazine)
And this week, my “art” is in New York Mag!
(Photography Credit: Christopher Anderson/Magnum Photos/New York Magazine)
My saxophone and I contributed a jar of Murrays, which I circled above, as part of Hennessy Youngman‘s (“a.k.a. the pedagogic pimp”) stunt at Family Business. I also added some shitty poetry about riding the flatbush commuter van but you can’t see it (not that you’d want to anyway).
(Photography Credit: Rachel Barrett/Gallery Stock)
Also, this week, the first U.S. case of mad cow disease in six years has been found in a dairy cow in central California.
Did you know that black women are heathens that dress in drabby streetwear? Me neither. But thankfully the French have noticed that current pop stars like Rihanna, Nicki Minaj and Solange Knowles are breaking away and are “learning” to dress more chic.
In the defense of the ignorant reporter, it seems as though she was attempting to comment on an article by Jon Caramanica, having to do with Black style. Perhaps it was a story that got lost in translation? Or perhaps French people are racist.
“Dude, well, europeans don’t understand racism. I mean they’ve never had a civil rights movement,” someone said to me recently.
As a Haitian-American, I have been taught to genuflect to the alter of France. French is still one of Haiti’s official languages and the chic sensibilities of the Haitian bourgeois is obviously inspired by a place that never seemed welcoming to Francophones of color. “Streetwear” has always been viewed a faux pas in Haiti. My grandmother was the chicest women in the world.
“Black glamour” is not a passing phase that has emerged only recently.
Bleached-out presentations of history always seems to get me down.
In the meantime, New York Times has featured a large spread on up-and-comer Azelia Banks, “a foul-mouthed” 20-year-old rapper from Harlem “who has been called the next Nicki Minaj” on account of her unique fashion sense.
“Ms. Banks even performed “212” at Karl Lagerfeld’s home in Paris last week at a party celebrating “Karl”, the designer’s new budget line,” the article reports.
Oh yes, “budget line”.
The craziness at my start-up-and-stop place of employment just doesn’t stop. Too bad, I’m not a liberty to document it online.
However, one of my co-workers asked if I was wearing a onesie today, which cause me to feel slightly infantilized. I mean it’s a purple bodysuit from American Apparel and I’d like to think that I’m rocking it in a sexy, non-onesie kind-of-way.
Anyway, there’s more craziness in the world, far more serious than what I have to deal with daily. I guess you can call it the Lisbeth Salander effect:
It’s a style steeped in a subversive melange of fetish-wear, punk and more that has influenced our sensibilities even in the fashion world as Riccardo Tisci for Givenchy couture used models with multiple piercings (like the one above), inspired by the goth hacker.
Except it seems as though the Do-It-Yourself spirit of yesterday has evolved into the Do-It-Yourself-Or Die Because There’s No One Else Out There To Help You And No One Gives A Shit type of attitude that’s emerging more and more.
From Susan G. Komen defunding Planned Parenthood to John Goodman adopting his girlfriend to protect his assets, it seems as though people are more apathetic than ever.
For those of you who don’t know: John Goodman is a 48-year-old wealthy Florida man who has legally adopted his 42-year-old girlfriend as a daughter in a move that critics say will protect the man’s assets during an upcoming lawsuit surrounding a deadly car accident.
Goodman was reportedly driving drunk when he ran a stop sign and t-boned 23-year-old Scott Patrick Wilson’s car, sending Wilson’s car into a nearby ravine, where the trapped young man eventually drowned.
News broke yesterday afternoon that Susan G Komen for the Cure Foundation has severed ties with Planned Parenthood, pulling hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of grants it had awarded the embattled health care provider to fund cancer screenings.
The official reason?
According to Good.com, “a new rule forbids the organization from funding any group currently under investigation in Congress. (Planned Parenthood is being investigated by legislators who oppose abortion rights and want to make doubly sure federal funds aren’t being used for abortions). But many assume Komen caved to anti-abortion activists, and possibly to anti-choice higher-ups within the foundation.”
What are your thoughts about this decision? Spineless and cruel? A brave stance against abortion?
The article continues: “Three million women and men visited Planned Parenthood last year. Over the past five years, Susan G. Komen allowed the health centers to provide nearly 170,000 breast exams and 6,400 mammogram referrals.”
In other pink news: On January 30 Pinkberry yogurt co-founder Young Lee pleaded not guilty to assaulting a transient.
To See & Discover
The other day at my start-up-and-stop place of employment, a couple of co-workers discussed complexion and hair color. One is Korean and the other is Chinese:
Korean: I was thinking of coloring my hair light brown.
Chinese: yeah, you are white so it would look good on you?
Chinese: yeah your skin is white, so a light hair will look nice. You know, my belly is white
Chinese Male Programmer butting into their conversation: I am yellow
Kristen Bell bugs out over sloths:
This evening, it seems as though 2 incidents have lead me to believe that my coat is unflattering.
1) as I waited for the Q to arrive, a vagabond tried to holler. I ignored him. He talked some smack, saying that I should say hello when someone talks to me. Then he says
You got a flat ass anyway
2) on the train, leaning against a pole, reading a book, a woman offers me her seat.
-No I’m ok thank you
You can sit here, she says removing her headphones
-No I’m ok thank you
She gets up. “you can sit here”
-No. Thank you I’m ok
Did she think that I was pregnant?