What My World Sounds Like: Janelle Monae

December 8, 2007 | filed under listen, plain cool, what my world sounds like | 1 Comment 

Janelle Monae’s Metropolis cover

Janelle Monae’s Metropolis, Suite 1: The Chase

Can I say that I love Janelle Monae?!? She has this incredible, infectious energy that translates perfectly in sound. In addition to being talented, she’s ridiculously creative. Her debut album, Metropolis, will be released in 4 parts, with the first being available now. The concept album tells the tale of futuristic android Cindi Mayweather, who’s on the run for falling in love with a human.

My only gripe is the response Monae intended: it’s too short…I want more! Her sound is new, distinct, yet familiar at the same time. These songs cause me forget about the troubles with my knees and make me want to run…or do all sorts of wild dances (if you can call them that) with my eyes closed while I’m alone. For more information, go to JanelleMonae.com.

Left the city, my momma she said, “Don’t come back home…”
These kids ’round killin’ each other, they’ve lost they minds, they gone
They quittin’ school, making babies and can barely read
Some gone off to that war
Lord, have mercy on them
1, 2, 3, 4, your cousins is ’round here sellin’ dope
While they daddies, your uncles is walking ’round strung out
Babies with babies and they tears keep burning
While their dreams go down the drain now…
While their dreams go down the drain now
Are we really living or just walking dead now?
(Are we walking dead now?)
Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels
The way we live
The way we die
What a tragedy, I’m so terrified
Daydreamers, please wake up
We can’t sleep no more…
Love don’t make no sense
Ask your neighbor
The winds have changed
It sees that they’ve abandoned us
The truth hurts and so does yesterday
What good is love if it burns bright and explodes in flames?
(I thought every living thing had love but uhh…)
While their dreams go down the drain now
Are we really living or just walking dead now?
(Are we walking dead now?)
Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels
The way we live
The way we die
What a tragedy, I’m so terrified
Daydreamers, please wake up
We can’t sleep no more…
I’ve seen them shootin’ up funerals in they Sunday clothes
And spending money on spinners, but won’t pay college loans
And all you gangers and bangers, rollin’ ace and taking lives in that smokey dark
Lord, have mercy on them
Teacher teacher, please reach those girls in them videos (live your life)
The little girls just broken queen, confusing bling for soul
Danger, there’s danger! When you take off your clothes…
All of your dreams go down the drain, girl…
While their dreams go down the drain now
Are we really living or just walking dead now?
(Are we walking dead now?)
Or dreaming of a hope riding the wings of angels
The way we live
The way we die
What a tragedy, I’m so terrified
Daydreamers, please wake up
We can’t sleep no more…
We live and then we die, and we never know the why…
So down, now, we go, down underground…
We think that we can fly, but we never touch the sky
So, down, now, we go, down underground…
– Janelle Monae, “Sincerely, Jane”


Your new water filters

December 6, 2007 | filed under do your research!, learn something, moment of truth, pay attention, watch this | Leave a Comment 

In light of the truth about tap water and fluoride, I’m switching my Brita faucet filter to an Aquasana faucet and shower filter. Until December 15th, Aquasana is offering both together for $159.

This action is in lieu of the larger initiatives I’d take if I had my own house. In that case, I’d get a whole house filter for about $1,000.  Not bad for a filtration system that requires maintenance once every three years.

If you’re uncertain or skeptical about the dangers of fluoride in water, please see the videos below. In this 3-part interview with journalist Christopher Bryson who uncovered the secret history of fluoride in his book The Fluoride Deception.

In addition to using water filters which significantly reduce the amount of fluoride in water, you should start using natural toothpastes that don’t contain fluoride.

To learn more, contact FluorideAction.net.

Public Service Announcement:

December 6, 2007 | filed under pay attention | 2 Comments 


A coon is a black actor or actress, who takes roles that stereotypically portrays black people.
They think they’ve made it but they are slaves to the same images.

Soulja Boy
Lil’ Wayne
Wayne Brady
Ying Yang Twins
Lil’ John
Nick Cannon
Flava Flav and his female cohorts
Anthony Anderson
Tichina Arnold
Mike Jones
R. Kelly
Keyshia Cole
50 Cent
Almost any “Young/Yung ____”
Paul Wall
Cuba Gooding Jr.
Bobby Brown
and Whitney
Ice T
The Wayans Family
Tyler Perry
Vivica Foxx
Lil’ Kim
Kimora Lee
Jessica Simpson & Britney Spears if they were urban
Trey Songz
To Be Continued…

Gimme my money

December 5, 2007 | filed under do your research!, moment of truth, pay attention | Leave a Comment 


FYI…starting January 1, 2008, Sprint will be removing 3 fees that currently cost customers $2 per month.  Thing is…they’re adding two fees that will then cost an additional $0.95 per month.   They are “not required to collect these fees” meaning that you don’t have to pay them. 

If you’re thinking, “It’s only a dollar.  I’ll pay it,” think about how much money they’ll be collecting from fees you don’t have to pay with their hundreds of millions of clients.  Rich get richer.  Poor get poorer.  I’m not assisting in widening the gap.  They can pay their own administrative costs.  So send $0.95 less each month.  It’s okay; call Sprint.

If you feel inclined to pay an extra dollar, though, I’ll take it.  I’m about to open my PayPal account.

* If I had a pellet gun…

December 5, 2007 | filed under pay attention, random, thoughts | Leave a Comment 

The places I’d go, the things I’d do, the people I’d shoot…PELLET gun

For starters, public cigarette smokers. They kill people. This is a fact and extremely public information, yet not the least bit discouraging enough for smokers. Thing is…they don’t just kill those that smoke; they’re more dangerous to non-smokers.  Yet, still not discouraging enough.

It’s already bad enough that we live in a post-modern era where pollution is so much the norm that it’s not even discussed.  It’s bad enough that there’s a trend towards urbanization so there are conglomerated converging energies everywhere, people stacked on top of people, and urban pollution. When I walk down the street, I don’t want to inhale your death sticks.  Just because you have no will to live doesn’t mean that I don’t.

They’d get shot four times: twice in the mouth, one on each lip; and twice on the hands, one on each index finger. Maybe a bonus shot to the ear for associative pain purposes.

Next, litterers. Who do they think they are? Somebody’s just supposed to clean up after them?Lazy pricks.

Two the forehead, one to the chest.

Then, loud people in quiet places. If you live in the city and catch public transportation, there’s nothing better than a quiet commute. The audacity of some people never ceases to amaze me though. It’ll be perfectly quiet on the train and then some completely rude person or people will broadcast their entire conversations for the whole car to hear. No consideration.

They’d get it in the cheeks. Shut up next time.  Read a book.  Use your inside voices.

This also goes for the people who have their headphones up so loud that people several feet away can sing along. No bueno.

I’m not encouraging violence, but…there seems to be a limit to the effectiveness of talking to people. The only people I really plan on shooting are smokers. Twice in the mouth, twice in the hands, or anywhere else I see fit.  I’m even thinking about the throat for people who smoke around kids.

The moral of the story is…watch out.  You don’t know where you’ll find me.

* This has been a random rant.

A thousand words…or maybe just three

December 4, 2007 | filed under moment of truth, pay attention | 5 Comments 


These say: “I hate myself.


What’s funny (as in odd) is that it really ISN’T funny; it’s sad. I see so many girls, young ladies, and grown women hating themselves in the attempt to strive for an illusory perfection. I had an eating disorder for 13 years. YEARS!!! Half of my life spent hating myself (in varying degrees) wishing I was something I was unlikely to become…or at least remain. I got down to a size 3/4, but I’m not likely to return there and have no desire to.

It starts with something little and progresses. We’ve WATCHED Lil’ Kim transform herself into this, the so-called black Barbie. Thankfully, she ISN’T the black Barbie because little girls would be looking up to her as the model. Their eyes should be hazel, despite the fact that hers are contacts; their hair should be long and flowing, despite the fact that hers isn’t real; their lips should be naturally pursed, despite the fact that she had them “fixed” to look like that; their faces should be in such a proportion, despite the fact that she had a chin implant; their waists should be wittled tight, despite the fact that she’s had numerous liposuction procedures to get hers to wherever it is.

This isn’t the only person we’ve watched go through such a transformation: Michael Jackson, anyone? Now, he doesn’t even look human, let alone black or distinctly male anymore.

This post isn’t funny or harsh; it’s just truth. It’s what happens when one completely succumbs to the lies they’ve been told about superior and inferior beauty.

Love yourself.  Anyone who makes you do the opposite is no friend of yours.

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