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March 09, 2005
don't call it a comeback...
i've been here for years...just haven't had the blogging spirit. some veteran bloggers have suggested that i just blog something, you know, get in the habit. but that just ain't me. nevetheless, here i is...
lots going on since last i posted. crazy times, crazy times...i've been meaning to get my behind in gear and post some stuff. nowadays, i'll see something on tv or hear something on the radio and think: "i gotta blog that." i'm wondering how stifled my face-to-face interactions and conversations are becoming. has blogging replaced old-school conversations and retarded interpersonal relationships? (i can hear carrie bradshaw's voice in my head. my favorite "sex and the city" episode: when miranda's mother passed away, and her crew--including steve--was there for her. i'll admit it: i cried. if you haven't seen it, you're missing something. made me think about my girls...the ones who love you when you can't find it in you to love yourself...the ones who you can laugh with...the ones who put up with your madness...the ones who cry when you succeed...the ones who will help you check yourself...the ones who will give you their last...my girls. anyway, you gotta watch that episode.)
i digress...back to my question...
here's a perfect example: something really cool will happen, and i'll email the news to a friend. i take all kinds of time describing the whatever and expressing how i feel about the whatever. and the moment i send the email, my phone rings. on the other end, you guessed it, is the email receiver.
me: "girl, you will not believe what just happened. i just emailed you."
her: "let me check my email then."
me: "i can't wait for you to read it. i'll just tell you now, and you can read about it again later."
you know how it is...when you are excited about something, you want people close to you to be excited, too. and don't you hate when you share some wonderful news and you get a blase kind of response.
but now that i think about it...this blogging thing really isn't putting a hush to my conversations. it's not like i've ever referred someone to my blog in lieu of a for-real conversation. i'll be just as happy to discuss, in real time (and i don't mean im'ing), in real space, who was better: biggie or tupac; jay z or nas; nike or adidas; boston red sox or new york yankees. and while i like the blogging space, there's nothing like looking into someone's eyes during an intimate discussion, nothing like reaching across the table and touching that person on the hand while the conversation flows, nothing like hearing that special laugh that makes you laugh just because, nothing like sharing air and space and energy. i don't get that from the blog. could be me...
speaking of biggie and pac, have y'all heard the latest about the brewing war in hip-hop? before folks start stirring up some mess about 50 cent and the game and the dissolution of the g-unit, how about they spend some time and resources on bringing to justice the murderers? please...don't get me started.
poem for the day
"Black Bourgeoisie"
Imamu Amiri Baraka
has a gold tooth, sits long hours
on a stool thinking about money.
sees white skin in a secret room
rummages his sense for sense
dreams about Lincoln(s)
conks his daughter's hair
sends his coon to school
works very hard
grins politiely in restaurants
has a good word to say
never says it
does not hate ofays
hates, instead, him self
him black self
Every Shut Eye Ain't Asleep: An Anthology of Poetry by African Americans Since 1945
Posted by emnorris at March 9, 2005 04:06 PM