Hearing this song for the first time in hella long, leads me to conclude that King T was really on some West Coast Premier jawn.

Them scratches were nasteeeee.

My King T inspiration is brought to you by the fam over @ SS, which has been kinda fuegocito for the last few days.

Back to King T.
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So.

I figgerd I would show love and add on my two.

Dude.

Cube w/ a curl in music video posing as a judge.

Priceless.

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Ummmm Sunday night blog post.
Delicious!

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One of the downsides of being my friend is that I will blog about you. Especially if something funny happens. My girl s.bot (who likes gurrrls), saw, I Think I Love my Wife recently. She cracked me the fuck up w/ her comments.

S: Yo. You seen that new Chris Rock.

TT: Nah. I know you wanna see it. Kerry Washington is Bad. You allready told me you saw it and that you wanna see it again.

S: Dude. That movie is my life.

TT: What?!?!?!?!

S: Dude, Me and *Ayana have been together mad long, its like we are married. I be out, and video vixens role up on me and next thing I know I wake in the morn with a big booty in my bed and I ain’t going to work that day.

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TT: You this sh*t is mad funny. Imma blog about it. Im surries.

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Up date:

That dude that ain’t want me to call him a n*gga. His lil scan’less @ss came back trynna pop up.

LOL.

He had the nerve to try and send me a message as if our prior exchange didn’t even occur. Yall know I am not passive agressive in my personal life. I do enough of that professionaly @ school & work. N*ggas. I was like “ain’t chu DEAD me” because of my language.

Him: I like you.

Me: You don’t know me. You saw a flick and an e-mail exchange.

See. Fellas. I have a real sensitive aspergers antenna.

Why would openly SIGN UP for dealing w/ someone that is slow on the uptake(passive agressive) and trying to dead me b/c of my language when I am fast in the mouth, ass, mind and spirit.

Im mean really.

Its spring agaiiiiiin.

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Dude. I heard a song from Return of the Boom Bap.

I needs to get that sh*t again. Its magically delicious.

How yall doing?

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Rarely do we ever hear about black families, namely mommas and daughters working through the kind of funk that we experience with our mommas.

As someone who has had a tulmultous realtionship with my mother (I love her BUT she crazy ‘yall), I felt Rebecca when she was comfortably ambilivent about being on speaking terms w/ her momma.

She was both optimistic and unsure about what she was going to do when her son wanted to meet his grandmother. With Bill Cosby going on all of his Black parenting rants, I realize that there is a lack of public discourse about Black families, and the day to day sh*t that brings cats together and also tears them apart.

What does Jordan’s son have to say about him and their relationship?
Magic Johnson’s children?
What does Cosby’s daughter have to say about theirs?

Maia Cambell, now that her momma just passed?

Danny Glovers Daughter?

Peep what Rebecca has to say in this Times Review of her new book Baby Love,

But it is also unusual in that it is a pregnancy book with a message for women who are not yet pregnant, amplifying a theme Ms. Walker sounds on the undergraduate lecture circuit.

?I keep telling these women in college, ?You need to plan having a baby like you plan your career if it?s something that you want,? ? she said. ?Because we haven?t been told that, this generation. And they?re shocked when I say that. I?m supposed to be like this feminist telling them, ?Go achieve, go achieve.? And I?m sitting there saying, ?For me, having a baby has been the most transformational experience of my life.? ?

It seems to me, from Rebecca’s comment that historically, having a baby HAS not been seen AS an acheivement. And perhaps that is part of the problem itself.

Perhaps, like to our career goals, it needs to be framed as a something to work towards along with something that sorta just “happens”, or someting that we are ambivlent about.

The artiles touches on what happens when your momma is a famous writer.

Ms. Walker?s own evolution, from wounded daughter to earth mother, was perhaps particularly significant because ?she was raised in a more radical zone,? Ms. Baumgardner said.

There is a tradition of feminist writing about pregnancy and motherhood, but not everyone had such a complex mother-daughter dynamic to process.

Alice Walker ?gave to the world this incredible thing,? Ms. Baumgardner said. ?But what you want from your parents is parenting.?

Rebecca and her momma got some of that millenial funk. My sister and my momma funk like that. I think they ain’t spoke since was ’01. All bad.

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I am curious as to what sterotype was she reinforcing?

Here is Rebecca’s Blog.

In an Essence article from ’95 Rebecca discusses the “Pine Box Incident” in a warm, critical and reflective way,

When I was just 8 years old, my mother had me crawl into bed beside her before asking me to take some dictation. “When I die,” she said as if she were telling me which clothes to lay out for the next day, “make sure I am buried in a simple pine box. And play lots of Stevie Wonder. My funeral should be a celebration!” Dutifully, I began to write–“P-i-n-e b-o-x, S-t-e-v-i-e W-o-n-d-e-r”–on the yellow legal pad she placed on my lap. I don’t remember what I felt then as my mother asked me to prepare for a time when she would no longer be present. Now, after reliving certain childhood moments in an attempt to understand them and myself better, I imagine that I did what I always tried to do for my mama. I tried to be who and what she needed me to be at the time. Instead of asking her all the hideous questions running scared through my child-mind–Mama, are you going to die? Mama, are you leaving me? Mama, who will take care of me? Mama, what about us?–I simply memorized the funeral plan to the letter and cheerfully assured her I would take care of everything.

It reminds me of how OUR stories of pain, love and forgivness are largely missing among the American pop culture canon.

I have heard similar fears from other women whose working mothers had leave them alone for greater parts of the day or night, depending on them to “take care of things”; or who, because of some other circumstance beyond their control, usually abuse or neglect, were unable to get the kind of constant unconditional love that young children crave. Listening to their stories, it becomes clear why individuation is often so difficult for young women. We fear that if we go our own way, off into our destinies outside of our mothers’ desires, we will surely perish. We will die of aloneness.

Rebecca ain’t never lied on that. Between my money being funny and the ice storm, my plans this last weekend were screwed.

I spent 30 hours by myself this weekend.
That was 6pm Saturday to 10 am Monday morning.

While I did talk to people on the phone, there is something to be said for spending THAT much time by youself.

I spend Sunday reading, making evidence flash cards, teaching myself the doctrine of functionality in trademark law.

I would argue that this weekend was part of the individuation process that Rebecca mentioned above.

My Friday night date w/ TL fell apart. I thought I was gonna go to Boston for the Black Law Student conference. But I didn’t register and the ice storm came. I called him on Thursday, he never confirmed w/ me so….that fell apart.

Saturday. No conference.

Sunday. March Madness was poppin and there was a Knicks game, but nobody was trying come outside and play so I kicked it w/ the books.

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Watchall think about this? Ummmmm mommas and daughters.

What ever happend to Lisa Jones, Baraka’s daughter?
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Chip Johnson wrote an article on crime in Oakland that I have major beef with.

He calls himself drawing attention to the lack of police presence in the well heeled neighborhoods and how long it takes for them to respond, in the event that they do.

What he failed to do was realize how biased, dangerous, racist his descriptions of Oakland’s “shadowy characters”.

With Oakland police resources stretched to the limit from the patrol to the investigations divisions, it’s not surprising that citizens all over the city are feeling the pinch in their neighborhoods.

The city’s spike in homicides, which last year reached the highest number in more than a decade, grabbed headlines. But at the same time, residents and business owners across Oakland are finding that they can’t count on officers responding to their calls for help — and their patience is wearing thin.

There has always been a tug-of-war between residents in the city’s hills who clamor for more protection from property crimes and those living in the flatlands areas with the highest violent crime, which is where police recently have been focusing many of their resources.

Now people in both areas are alarmed by rising crime that police don’t seem to be able to handle.

Residents’ experiences run the gamut. A woman on an Adams Point street crowned a would-be burglar with a wine bottle to stop him from entering her Harrison Street home, while a software consultant in tonier Crocker Highlands successfully discouraged a knife-wielding robber last week.

Ken Marcus was walking home from a bus stop when he saw a man who didn’t fit in with the surroundings. Casting the thought off as paranoia, he turned and started to make his way up a steep grade.