Diving into the Wreck – First having read the book of myths,
Such a great speech August 9, 2019
“That’s great. It’s nice you moved on; I can’t. You found someone new;
I’m not allowed to, remember? I see you again, it cuts me up inside, and the person I share that with, is me! You don’t know me anymore, so don’t come down here with your great new life, and expect me to do things your way. Go home!”
Angel – Season 1, Episode 19 – “Sanctuary”
Sunday Morning Ramblings – June 23, 2019 June 23, 2019
Sunday morning, june 23rd, 9:30 in the morning.
First off – sorry about the spacing. I don’t know how to fix it yet, but hopefully I can figure it out.
Sitting here jamming to one of my all-time favorite albums, “Nick of Time” by Bonnie Raitt, singing (screeching probably). Computer room window open and I don’t even care.
Been up almost 2 hrs. Wanted to do something slightly productive, so I got up threw my garbage together and took it to the back of my building. Also threwc out a couple of things taking up space and aren’t really making me happy. No I’m not going full Marie Kondo (although she does seem very sweet); I will not be thanking my possessions.
I’ve been tackling some paperwork clutter. Yesterday I scanned some stuff into the computer. Now I’m going through some “mag pulls” – pages ripped out my many subscriptions (Essence, Oprah, Vanity Fair, Entertainment Weekly, and Woman’s Day). If I see something interesting I rip it out and put it aside, to look up more info or whatever. A lot of times, by the time I get around to going through my pile, I’ve totally forgotten why I even pulled it in the first place.
When I do remember, I look up the product, or idea, or person, then add it to my pinterest or share it on social media. Right now I have a crap ton of stuff to get through, and I don’t want to spam my twitter timeline (eh, maybe I will, anyway), but then I thought “maybe work all this into some sort of blog post?”. So let’s try that, shall we ?
Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bombard you with everything at once. ‘ll throw a few into this post, and then, hopefully, I’ll be consistent and throw a few more at you in the coming days.
Yeah, I know – consistency hasn’t been my strong point on the blogging front. I’ll try to do better.
Here are a few interesting things I found/looked up/shared:
First up, here’s an article about a young African American female entrepreneur, that I read about in the June 2019 issue of Essence, trying to make her mark on the Wellness industry:
Olde Founder Trinity Mouzon Wofford Wants To Bring Inclusivity And Accessibility To Wellness
Here we have a young woman, also noted in the June 2019 Essence issue, currently working hair into her art:
There was recipe for Mexican Grilled Corn, that I found in the June 2019 issue of Ophrah magazine that I wanted to pin, but it didn’t come up on the website. I’ve had that happen before: it’s in the mag but can’t be found on the site. Like, what the hell?!
Then I just did a Google search for “Mexian Grilled Corn Oprah mag” and I got it. Sort of. It came up in a different format, as part of a general list of grilled corn recipes:
Here’s the actual mag pull:
In the same issue of Oprah magazin, I read an article about Footsteps, an organization that helps with people who decide to leave th Orthodox Jewish Community:
There’s lots more stuff to go through, but I don’t want this post to get ridiculously long (okay, it kinda already is, but whatev) so I’m gonna end it here. Hopefully you’ll find this stuff as interesting as I did.
Nick of Time – Bonnie Raitt
“Dream Lover” – Bobby Darin
“The Weight” – Cassandra Wilson
Straight Til Morning – Blues Traveler
Hymns – Corey Glover
“The Genius of the Crowd” by Charles Bukowski May 20, 2019
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
their finest art