Filed under: Music is My Life | Tags: Angels Video, Biggie Sample, Dawn, Diddy, Dirty Money Video, Kalenna
Okay, so I’ve seen this video a few times and I have to admit that I like it! I am wondering what you guys are thinking about Diddy’s transition to doing more vocals vs. rapping. I respect him more so for his business saavy over the solo work and was never fully convinced with the rap stuff. Not to mention he looks so delicious doing it which makes it easy for me to disregard that fact.
So what do you think? Should Diddy rap, sing, both..or sit just down? Whether or not you wish the latter probably wouldn’t matter much anyway because its likely that he won’t stop. Uh huh, yea, lol. Oh, and shouts out to Kaleena! Believe it or not I’m still bumpin’ that “Break Yo Neck” demo you gave me back in the day.
-black girl.
Music: Girlicious // Liar, Liar
Time and time again, I am reminded why I should let certain people go whom I’ve thought to call ‘friend’. Then again, I am almost convinced that this may be one of my life-long karmic lessons, that you can’t call everyone friend regardless of how long the two of you have known each other. At least you can expect your enemies to tell you the truth when asked!
And ninjas lie like second nature even when they don’t have a reason to. To be honest, I thought he and I were past that…but how can you expect me to receive you differently when you keep bringing the same ish to the table? Like, really?
A brief time line:
I offer to take him out for his birthday.
He says, “Awe, Mom has a surprise party planned that I’m not supposed to know is a surprise.”
“Cool,” I say thinking that the offer was more so a cordial gesture to a friend of 16 plus years, and I really wanted to see “Paranormal Activity” anyway.
Low and behold the liar is spotted on a date…at the same movie, lolol.
Wow, really?
I could have cared less about the date, were are just friends…so why not say, “Oh, already got plans.” Gratuitous lies are insane to me!
That shyt is really baffling but suppose I can’t get mad when things are revealed as I’ve asked. But still, WHY? LIE? when you have no reason to? I realize that I have a bad habit of holding on to things or people for the sake of holding on to time and wanting to forgive, but taking people at face value is probably what I should be doing more of. So…it’s probably time to grow up and hand certain individuals the pink slip since its evident that they can’t be trusted. But really though, WTF? Someone please help me understand why men lie for no reason whatsoever. And before you go there, yes, women lie too…numbers don’t and all of that. But the topic here is men. Why do you lie? Is it fear? Insecurities? Certainly you can’t be overly concerned with the other person’s feelings because if that’s the case you wouldn’t do it to begin with. To be honest I find it offensive, disrespectful…like as women we are too weak to handle an insignificant truth. And if that is part of the reason let me be the first to tell you, “BULLSHYT.”
-black girl.
Music: Jay-Z // On To The Next One
I had no choice but to post something asap. Like for real for real, I’ve been going mad hard with school among other things and yea…it’s paying off! I’m not one to brag on my achievements but yo, I have a 4.0 GPA and am scattering professional seeds like crazy! As you can see, though, everything comes with a price. I checked my BGITC gmail account after weeks of having my head buried in books, kids and the profession that pays the bills and, OMG! I had too many emails to respond to personally. I am convinced that this blog will be a life-long project because so many of you just won’t let me go, lol. No matter how long its been since I’ve posted you all keep in contact and check on things to make sure all is well. First, thank you! And second, I am overwhelmed with the level of sincerity and love that so many of you are sending my way. This is why I have to write, even if it IS 1:00am and I have to be up at 6:00am. Tonight I vow to keep it short but the craft matters more.
So, where do I begin? Much has transpired. It would be nearly impossible to fill you in on everything that, but the only thing that I can really say is that (as you can see) I’m on a serious mission as it relates to achieving my goals. Although I am keeping a somewhat healthy balance in divvying time between family, friends and I, listen…I am incredibly focused and progressive. I told myself when Fall Semester began that I might have to reconsider this project and my commitment to it, but unlike other areas I’ve called for verdicts on in my life, “On to the next one,” would not be applicable to this blog.
I have to let you know that Black Girl In The City is not a dead cause. So, as always I’ll pick up where I left off and make a conscious effort to kick it with you. You have my word that I will remain accessible so long as I’m able to do so. In the meantime, stay progressive. Keep moving. Don’t stop. And lastly, if the fool next to you or in your ear is giving you ish, you already know…
On to the next one.
-black girl.
Filed under: Black Cinema
Here’s the first ten minutes of an independent film that’s worth the watch. Although my hair is natural now, I can clearly recall the hoards of cash I burned for the sake of having my hair beautiful. Wigs, perms, weaves, gels and sprays…taking a trip to the beauty supply had become as frequent a chore as going to the grocery store. But not once did I ever stop to question exactly where all of that money was going. Interesting…
-black girl.
Photography by Anthony Kurtz
Music: Thom Yorke // The Eraser
-black girl.
I hope this is the last season because The Real Housewives in Atlanta appears to be becoming an embarrassing circus fest with the exception of Candy! Lol Besides, how many more clothing lines can you launch in this town?! Sad to say but this is exactly how a lot of the theatrics play out in Entertainment based social circles in Atlanta. Gossip, wig grabbing, bitchy backbiting, and senseless dinners conjured up for the sole purpose of either fueling the drama or generating more. While I don’t think the show is a good representation of the women here, I am sad to admit that what you see is pretty much what you get in the “A”. What do you think? Do you feel that these ladies represent a true mix of the women in Atlanta? If you can identify with at least one of them and you live here, then maybe they’re not so “fake” after all.
-black girl.
My very last serene view of yet another summer.
Music: August Day Song // Bebel Gilberto
I always laugh with my friends about the irony of life. In how it so easy to live as if things will never change, and that everything you see, do and hear will be the same as you see, hear and do even a week from now. We all assume it to be dangerously so, and in turn we subject ourselves to the harsh blows that life is notorious for throwing. To no fault of our own because it’s just how some folks live. But if only more of us could learn the importance of living for each individual day, loving and taking care of everything in it with sincerity and intent…with purpose in the moment, I think one’s quality of life would be that much more enjoyable without any external changes needed. Going through the motions and expecting that the future will be exactly as we planned is a risky habit that I admit to having succumb to at times. But in all of it I’ve learned an important fact: we all deserve to live and live well. And that includes cherishing the present day.
Waving goodbye to the end of summer while wading in the warm waters of the Mexican Gulf gave me exactly what I needed. An opportunity to come clean with myself, all the shit that had happened over the past few months, and to really wrap my mind around some important points. Revise my values. Reorganize my principals, priorities and beliefs. To wash away the bad and keep the good. I can’t say I did much writing while there, but the time was well spent doing all that I needed to do to usher out the summer and get on with a day that’s new. Besides, I had to get myself back to this here city to get on with my get on. Now more then ever there’s mad work to do
Live vivaciously.
-black girl.
I’m gradually picking back up here, things are a whole lot better than they were even a week ago. I’ve decided to pack up the fam and head down south. Far down south to one of Florida’s Keys for the Labor Day weekend – just to gather my gather. Risk, yea I know – it’s hurricain season. But why not? I’m cruising all the way there and besides, I got a new camera so you can expect a lot of my own flicks going forward. Have a safe holiday. 
-black girl.
Music: Jay-Z // History
Things are finally somewhat back to normal. I say somewhat because so much has changed within my life and within me. The world just looks different if that makes any kind of sense at all. Boy I tell you. There is so much power in perspective, and I love how life’s lessons have a way of showing up in the most peculiar and unexpected places just so that we may know how to look at things a bit differently.
-black girl.
