A traffic circle enthusiast is not a bad thing to be.
For some reason, I feel like magic is always going to happen on them. I wish we called them roundabouts though. I had a kiss on one once. At midnight, with cars all around. Not just a leg popper, but a heart popper too. Its also pretty dope when you can play with your friends on one. Maybe because its like sticking my tongue out to the memory of my mother telling me to “go play in traffic” every time I would complain about being bored.
She said: “The Black Panthers are ‘our revolutionary vanguard. We must support them with love, money, propaganda and risk.” And supported his campaign for Congress.
He said: “My foes have called me bum, hoodlum, criminal. Some have even called me nigger. I imagine now they’ll at least have to call me Dr. Nigger.” Among many other things of course. This just happens to be my favourite.
P.S. that feeling after you realise that you’ve inadvertently quoted Lupe in a Tumblr post is akin to the quiet self-satisfaction of working out a messy bill when out with mathematically challenged friends.
More and more Life confirms for me that Love really is just a nice house in a bad neighbourhood called Time. Knowing this doesnt make it any easier though. It is pretty much inevitable that we will keep wandering down dodgy streets trying to find it.
1. 84-year-old Dorli Rainey was pepper sprayed during a peaceful march in Seattle, Washington. She would have been thrown to the ground and trampled, but luckily a fellow protester and Iraq vet was there to save her.
2. A woman jumps from a burning building during the London riots in August.
3. An aid worker using an iPad captures an image of a dead cow’s decomposing carcass in Wajir near the Kenya-Somalia border on July 23
4. A woman rebel fighter supporter fires an AK-47 rifle as she reacts to the news of the withdrawal of Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi’s forces from Benghazi on March 19.
5. Australian Scott Jones kisses his Canadian girlfriend Alex Thomas after she was knocked to the ground by a police officer’s riot shield in Vancouver, British Columbia. Canadians rioted after the Vancouver Canucks lost the Stanley Cup to the Boston Bruins.
6. A boy looks at a figure of Steve Jobs next to flowers laid in his tribute at an Apple store in Hong Kong, China.
7. Chile’s Puyehue volcano erupts, causing air traffic cancellations across South America, New Zealand, Australia and forcing over 3,000 people to evacuate.
8. Christians protect Muslims during prayer in Cairo, Egypt.
9. A monstrous dust storm (Haboob) roared through Phoenix, Arizona in July.
10. Phyllis Siegel, 76, left, and Connie Kopelov, 84, both of New York, embrace after becoming the first same-sex couple to get married at the Manhattan City Clerk’s office.
I’ve been a fan of henna forever and ever and ever (undercover Indian right hurrr) and have gotten patterns and stuff done by other people but always just felt like it was a minor form of daylight robbery because I have limitless faith in my own capabilities. I’m that annoying customer that corrects the hairdresser/barber/tailor whatever because I always think I can do a better job. This time, I was lucky, it worked out well and I officially have a fun new talent to pursue. My friends were anxious about letting me practice on their bodies but were pretty much impressed and after a while were nagging for more. I ignored em. Gotta pay for this ish, once was enough, after drawing on myself for like an hour, my hand was CRAMPING! Nonetheless, it was mad fun and looks real pretty so I can see myself getting roped into doing this for everybody purely for the joy it gives me. Before long Ima be rolling with a tattoo gun, practicing on itty bitty dead pigs. Apparently pig skin is uber close to that of humans. Okay gross, that is quite an unimaginable and unpalatable prospect. I’ll stick to henna thanks.
By the way, Henna has been used to adorn young women’s bodies as part of social and holiday celebrations since the late Bronze Age (I think I missed learning about this one) in the easter Mediterranean. Anyway, there’s always been a connection between young fertile womena and henna, like statuettes from waaaaay back depicting women with raised hennaed hands. Apparently it started with the Night of the Henna, which is now celebrated worldwide, which was basically celebrated by most groups in the areas where henna grew naturally: Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Christians and Zoroastrians, among others, all celebrated marriages by adorning the bride, and often the groom, with henna. Cooooool.
“Aporia” is a noun, defined as: “An irresolvable internal contradiction in a text, argument, or theory.” The contradiction here is basically the booming electronics and the pretty dreamy wispy vocals. Together they totally drift off into their own realm of being. This is what it would sound like if The Weeknd and Lykke Li had to copulate. I’ve been replaying this album over and over.
Joburg juuuuust before people go away on their respective holidays, is such a fun place. The music gets into bloodstreams, pheromone production starts working overtime and there’s just some kind of flippant frivolity in the air that you just wanna breathe in and then exhale with your own flavours stamped on it. We took our shoes off on a rooftop in town and danced for the wind, just to get that feeling into our hair and all around our skirts. Honestly, I felt like if mermaids could swim to shore, swap tails for chiffon skirts and mer-people-talk for music, they woulda felt right at home just basking in the windy music magic with me. In fact, I think I miiiiight just be a mermaid convert.
Yesterday I was in the bathroom and one of our secretaries was getting all dolled up, make up nstuff. So she’s like 65 right and I’m forward right so I naturally asked about what she was up to cos it wasnt anywhere near home time yet. She blushed and bashfully told me that she was about to go on her first date since her husband had passed away and that she was incredibly nervous and excited.
My heart swelled.
Obviously I told all my friends because the joy of the situation just tickled me man. So my gal pal Kitsi sends me a message this morning and she’s like “Dude what did you say yesterday? Check this out”
Sindi: I hope I stay that in love with love, to always keep looking for it in everybody.
Maya Angelou: Have courage to trust love one more time, and always one more time.
Shiiiiiiit. I almost did cartwheels. To know that the moments around me are influencing the kind of thinking that is aligned with that of people I revere inspires such encouraging relief.