I am so tickled to announce that my band Pink & Blue just released a first official music video.
Shot it Harlem.
Directed by H Imperial
Edited by Ruben XYZ (Sznajderman)
You get to a certain stage in your life where you realize that you have to put on your big girl panties—which have a lot less fabric than the panties of your grade school years—and get your life together. You have to understand what a W2, 1099, 401K, or an 867-5309 is and handle them accordingly. You need to find a way to keep a roof over your head at all times. And somehow, you need to file for divorce from that nagging-ass side chick Sallie Mae.
I realized all of this years ago. When I was 18 years of age with the goal of being married by age 25, attached to dreams of living in an impeccably decorated loft, spooning next to my Idris Elba lookalike of a husband and pregnant with fraternal twins. However, I’m now less than three months away from 27 and my biggest concern is moving into an apartment with kitchen privileges (Manhattan be trippin’!) and finally being able to buy a new laptop.
And I cannot see past this very moment.
In a way this is good. It’s good because we should strive to always live in the present, but shouldn’t I have a clearer idea of where I want to be in the future? Don’t I need to have real life goals? A thriving business? A successful career? Where are all the extra commas in my bank account?!
It’s funny, but it’s not. It’s kinda scary. I know that I want to find a career that feeds my passions, purpose, and my stomach, but of those three things, the only thing I’m certain of is what I’d like to eat.
I have no idea what I want to do.
What is your Activism? Maybe you enjoy contributing to humanity by picking up bits of trash on your path, or perhaps you can be found speaking at a rally. Activism comes in many shapes and degrees of passion. There is a great deal to be passionate about in the world today. It is a fascinating site to step back and consider the array of reactions that artists offer. It also quite an interesting moment in Brooklyn, as the momentum of progress and community empowerment seems to be on pulse. There are some exciting exhibitions coming to the Brooklyn Museum this Spring and Summer, that focus on arts created in spirit of protest and activism. I have taken the liberty of outlining some of the exhibitions that you would regret to miss!
Witness: Art and Civil Rights in the Sixties
March 7–July 6, 2014
On view in observance of the fiftieth anniversary of the Civil Rights Act of 1964
Ai Weiwei: According to What?
April 18–August 10, 2014
Swoon: Submerged Motherlands
April 11–August 24, 2014
Chicago in L.A.: Judy Chicago’s Early Work, 1963–74
April 4–September 28, 2014
Beautiful people, what’s really good?
We’re still figuring out a good posting schedule for LFF, but in the meantime in-between time, I thought I’d share a little nugget o’ ridiculousness with y’all.
As the weather up north gets
confusing warmer, layers of clothes are shed, people hang outside on the block, and the incidences of polite “hollas” and unwarranted and inappropriate street harassment increases. Street harassment is not an issue to be taken lightly and we will definitely discuss this on the blog in the near future, but my fellow ladies know how laughable and nonsensical some of these men can get when approaching us.
As part of a tiny project LB and I decided to work on, I documented every single interaction I had with a man who approached me during the 2012-2013 cuffing season. While there is something special we planned to do with all of this data, I thought I’d release some of these ancient files here on the blog for you all the shake your head at.
Here is one where a drunk man tries to converse with me on the uptown C train at 9:00 in the morning. I wrote it all down minutes after it happened because I just couldn’t believe I sat through 15 minutes of his talking.
Wanna hear it? Here it go…
Hello, beautiful people!
We apologize for not posting so far this week, but we have good reason! LB spends the greater part of her day educating the future flaneurs of the world and doing a ton of amazing things throughout the eccentric borough of Brooklyn. I’ve spent the last several days cloning DNA and devouring a great, contemporary literary work!
Last week, my dearest cousin Anu, invited me to accompany her to hear our Igbo aunty, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, discuss her latest novel, Americanah. Because I’ve been on a nonfiction binge for the past year, I always strolled past Americanah when I saw it on the “Fiction Favorites” table at Barnes and Noble, kinda feeling as though I was letting my Naija family down a bit. However, when I got the Facebook message from Anu last week, I broke my fiction novels fast and started reading.