Saturday, November 11, 2006

Unbridled Decadence

I am sitting on my all too comfy bed, in low light from the 15bulb in the bathroom, having a smoke,drinking a large glass of shiraz, wearing nothing but a head scarf and a victoria's secret bra and listening to the sultry music of my dear Nina Simone. Life is beautiful.

It has been an unapologetic lazy day. Must have those from time to time. The only interruption came in the form of a trip to the supermarket. Had to pay by cheque becuase the forgetful one leaves her purse in the office yet again. Saved me a trip to the green grocers because I am sure those cocky arses would scoff at the plebian name on my personal cheques.

Had left over Island grill for breakfast (all of about 1/2 cup of chicken and two bites of festival. Had an equally delightfully lazy dinner of mutligrain crixx, reduced fat peanut butter, applesauce, and horribly-tasting cherry cranberry juice (some experiments should never make it to the supermarket shelf). Serves me right though.. how could that combination be palatable?

I am heading to the South Coast in the morning and so I have put off all domestic duties for a mad early morning rush..but maybe i should at least wash a load tonight so I will have something to wear if somehow I wake up to a powercut.

In moments like these, I revel in my single childless state coupled with a carefree pubescent mentality, perfectly happy to be lazy and messy. I want no part of visitors tonight. I am perfectly swooned in my own mess.

I will grow up tomorrow.

Friday, November 10, 2006

May Good Duppy Walk With You Ed Bradley

NEW YORK (CNN) -- Ed Bradley, the longtime "60 Minutes" correspondent whose probing questions and deceptively relaxed interviewing manner graced some of that show's most notable reports, has died. He was 65.

Bradley died Thursday at New York's Mount Sinai Hospital of leukemia, according to staff members at the CBS program.

Bradley joined "60 Minutes" during the 1981-82 season after two years as White House correspondent for CBS News and three years at "CBS Reports." His reporting over the years won him a Peabody Award, 19 Emmys and a Robert F. Kennedy Journalism Award, among many others. He was honored with the Lifetime Achievement Award from the National Association of Black Journalists.

His most recent Emmy was for a segment about the reopening of the 1950s racial murder case of Emmett Till in Mississippi.

Katie Couric, in announcing the death of Bradley on CBS, described him as "smooth, cool, a great reporter, beloved and respected by all of his colleagues here at CBS News." (Watch as Couric gives the details of Bradley's death -- 1:22 Video)

"Bradley could cover any kind of a story," said Bradley's "60 Minutes" colleague Mike Wallace, singling out a profile of Lena Horne as "one of the most entertaining profiles I've ever seen."

"He traveled the world. He was in the White House. Bradley was just a damn good reporter," Wallace said.

CNN correspondent and former CBS reporter John Roberts said the newsman was "always a person you could sit down with and he could keep you intrigued for hours at a time with the stories he could tell."

Roberts called Bradley a "first-rate" journalist.

Older & Wiser

Its always better to face disappointment earlier than later.

Better to be derailed early in the journey when expectations are moderate than much later on when the train has gathered momentum and expectations are moderate.

Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is simply ignorance.

I thrive on information and in the abscence of being fully informed, one must form a conclusion. Silence is not without its own implications. My granny would say "silence is content"... I say "silence is the coward's reprieve."

Being older and wiser means that I am able to spot cowards earlier. Maybe my sagaciousness arises out of my own cowardice and apprehension to further distress. If so be it, call it a coping mechanism and we are even.

As A Man Doeth...

If I have learnt nothing else about men, its that they should be judged by their actions, not words.

As a literary person who is often caught up on how things are expressed, I have to say that was not an easy lesson to learn. I would often hear them speak the things I wanted to hear and ignore the very actions that contradict such oral or written confessions. Not anymore.

Words are meaningless. The more you understand them, the more you realise how inadequate they are.

They cannot be the bonds that bind us in commitment because many times people speak what they hope to be true, not having a clue to what is really true.

Just as you should never judge a book by its cover, you should never judge a man by his felicitations. Judge his actions, especially those repeated because those things done over and over are a better indication of character than anything that could depart from his lips.

Actions speak louder than words.

Monday, November 06, 2006

All is Vanity

Call me a snob, beyatch, whatever. I dont like ugly people. Its just so hard to really concentrate on somebody who is just hard on the eyes.

Its one thing to be that way, its a helluva nedda thing to be that way and not even make an effort to be attractive.

Even Ecclesiastes admits that "all is vanity."

Woman In the Mirror

I looked in the mirror this morning and saw the woman I have always wanted to be.

Strong, assertive,smart, passionate but cautious, carefree but collected, wounded but healing, single but happy.

A lot of our true selves lie under layers and as we begin to peel back those layers, we find out who we really are.

Some friends who loved us when we were struggling, poor/fat/unhappy/miserable may not like us when we are successful/fabulous/fit/happy/content, but its those who will love us when we go through changes who are worth keeping.

People may no longer want to be around you because you are busy doing things all the time instead of sitting and moping about just how bad life is. We know better now because life is simply what we make it.

Its not what happens in our lives that makes it bad...its how we react to it. Trauma does not have to result in heavy drinking or eating or the lack of movement and stimulation and spiralling depression. We have a choice.

So I am happy for the woman I have become. Still have much to work on but honey, thats what makes life so free from boredom!

With all my love to you for reading everything I have posted and allowing me to open up my chakras with you...Namaste

Sunday, November 05, 2006


This blog was never meant as a public spot for private misgivings but somehow, art has a way of being open to interpretation.

I will be emceeing my first show in a long while this evening. It will be the largest audience by far and it will also be televised. Needless to say, I am a wee bit nervy but it should be great fun.

I picked out my wardrobe last night and needless to say, I am very excited about the outfits! Did my nails and my mama and sister tightened my young locks. Woke up feeling bloated -perhaps due to three too many bailey's last night at a chic singles games night hosted in the city.

I was pleased to find the hostess splendidly decked in the lovely bronze via spiga strappy heels I sold her some time ago.

Maybe I really shouldn't give up on the shoe biz just yet!

Speaking of which, I wore the beaded nicole miller sandals for the very first time last night, accentuated with perfectly french pedicured feet. Felt like an effortless beauty.

Will be unleashing the patent baby phat ribboned stiletto pumps on stage tonigt. That should be quite an event!

Will also be brandishing the snake skin BCBG open side pumps... better put a lock on my suitcase cause I cannot afford to lose any of my prized possessions.

So I am clearly another shoe freak, patiently collecting my way to the Imelda Club. Admittedly addicted to designer shoes... lots of women love shoes but not all are label snobs. Studies have shown that women in their twenties spend more on shoes, clothes and jewellry than any other age group. I spend handsomely on shoes and designer suits and I have an ecclectic artsy taste in accessories (brands dont matter there, just style).

I like and appreciate nice things and make no apology for that. I work hard and I spend my money on things worth having and keeping.

I believe that combining a blue pin stripe shirt with a black pin strip tailored bottom is a work of art. I am alone in that sentiment but I give not a damn.

My style reflects my inner rebel, the mad creative who insists on marching to her own beat. I know all the rules, and I know how to bend them. Call me weird , eccentric, funky, stylish, diva, whatever... my style is me!
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