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Water Challenge

I'm taking the Water Challenge. For 2 weeks, I'm only drinking water and sending the money that I save to help Africans and Indians get clean water. All the proceeds go towards drilling for water.

To donate, click here.

Delimmas.

i HAD to post this.. im sorry guys.

Grapedrankisha

Please, if you want to have a good life, watch this video in its entirety. Im hella mad they had punch and fried chicken on here though.

Asian Susan Boyle

Yea.......

Paybacks a ...

Poor lil Javon Walker. On top of getting his ass whooped in Vegas, and being sent to the Raiders (dont get me wrong, Raiders for LIFE-but we all know they suck) - he started stinking up the field too. He sucked so much that he even offered to give back a portion of the 55 million they paid to get him on the team.

"Everybody knows how Al Davis is. What people and fans don't realize is when I did sign that contract, I offered to give it back. So that's the thing people need to realize and need to hear is that I don't take money just to take it. [...] When I was in Oakland, I offered to give that money back, and they said 'no.' "

Sad.

Cancer's a Whale

Surfer Jodie Nelson wanted to do a fundraiser to encourage her best friend who's in the midst of a battle with breast cancer, but what she didn't expect to get was a new best friend in a whale!

While completing a 40 mile stand up paddle through So Cal waters to donate money towards Keep-A-Breast Foundation and Boarding For Breast Cancer Foundation, for two hours, a 30 foot minke whale, later dubbed "Larry" swam and rolled beside her, blowing bubbles in all his glory.

Check out their sites to donate to a great cause!

Keep-A-Breast
Boarding For Breast Cancer

Missing Wife?

Apparently Lil Wayne has a "wife" that he was "tricked into leaving" to have a "fake marriage" with Toya. This lady is nutzo. She even has an entire myspace dedicated to saying that Toya stole her identity. I found it pretty funny personally. Check this lady out

Click Here for a giggle.

I personally wanna know why anyone would even attempt to LOOK AT, much less marry, someone this ugly and coked out.

St. Pattys Drunk Fight

GOTTA watch this until at least they START fightin, it'll make your day.

Baby Scarface

If you don't find this hilarious, you take life too seriously. Thank you, come again!

Vision Vision

Once again its hella necessary for me to plug some music.. This is more on the ambience side, so if you dont like electro music, u might wanna pass, but it has a little R&B element to it also so it's pretty universal to me. But I have it on repeat, and ordered the EP online.. Sorry I couldn't get it to be on the page with a player, it wasnt in the right format so I couldnt.

Vision Vision by Loyal Divide

Drop

Plunky - Drop | Music Upload

I came across this on CDbaby.com and I had to make my first official online buy. It just makes me feel goooooooood!

The Ring

Thanks Ques.

Real Training Day

[exerpt from KTVU.com] Police arrested the retired lab technician Deborah Madden, 60, on March 3 after they discovered a gun and a small amount of cocaine in her house. The arrest came after a two-week long criminal probe but resulted only because possessing a firearm violated Madden’s probation from 2008 misdemeanor domestic violence conviction.

This lady was going thru alcohol rehab, and her sister reported to her lab that she found coke in her house back in December. So now why is she JUST NOW being looked at for tampering with evidence that was seized during drug related arrests? And yes - she admitted to using coke that "spilled out" of the containers. 90 cases have been overturned, with another 30 on their way in the same direction. I think San Francisco Police Department has some explaining to do! I woulda thought anyone who's on probation wouldnt be able to work for the police - it only makes sense to me!

To read the full story, click HERE.

Peace Easy Kiddies!

I Made It

I Made It - Big Cheese Feat. Sonny B | Music Upload

I'd say this is gonna be the summer anthem.

Performin tomorrow at Salinas Sports Complex, 1034 N. Main St, Salinas CA
J-Stalin, Turf Talk, Mugzy, Beda Weda, Mic Quin, Lee Major, Kafani and more! For more info call 408-920-0997

I Got These TV's Maaaaan

So all in all, this lady decided that she wants to steal TV's. Problem is, she doesnt have a car. So what's the only solution? To hire a cabbie as her get away! This had me crackin up. Please Read.

Thanks to B-Lo for the material.

<3

Pluggage

Since I'm so horrible with updating frequently, heres a link to someone who actually frequently blogs lol. My boy James - make sure to check out his video for "Its So Cold In The D" I'll probably end up posting it on here soon too.

Mister James

Peace and Love.

Black Diamonds & Pearls

We all need some real music in our lives every once and a while.

Pillow Fight

Last night, I didn't really know what to expect..and I figured it'd be completely out of control, but it wasnt. No police, except for directing traffic, and I only saw one fight! Thats pretty dope. Will definitely be there next year, and I'll make sure to actually charge my freakin camera, and a bandana to cover my face so I dont inhale more feathers lol.

Concierto!

For REAL music fans (and by real music I mean people who don't think Wayne is the greatest rapper alive lmao) make it out to the Erykah Badu & Goapele concert cause it's sure to go crazy! I've seen both of these ladies live before - and they're so good I'm going a second time-and again the next time they come out. Get there! Next Friday at the Fox Theater in Oakland. Theres a few tickets left, I found cheaper ones on Ticketmaster than StubHub.

Drunk

Please, watch this all the way until the end.

Greensboro Four

Feb 1st, 1960, four black college students decided that enough was enough and launched a sit in at F.W. Woolworth's diner. Segregation was still an everyday practice so they were refused service even though they sat there until the business closed. Returning the next day with more students, Woolworths still held out and continued to deny blacks service until July. Yesterday, the Woolworths in Greenboro N.C. was officially opened as a civil rights museum.


Kudos to Franklin McCain, Joseph McNeil, Ezell Blair, Jr., and David Richmond.

VV Brown

This song is making me think I'm seeing some potential. Keep an eye out for her!

Concierto

The benefit was great last night.. I forgot my camera so, this is the only blurry picture you get lol. There had to be at least 20 performers, and at least 300ish people. Favorite quotes of the night:

"I want you, and you to play - the rest of yall shut the fuck up!" - Richy Rich
"I know everybody feels bad for Haiti, and I'm here to talk shit for em - biiiiitttccchhh" - Too Short

Good look to everybody who came out and supported!

Haiti Benefit

Come through and see a good show Thursday, Jan 28th at Sweet's Ballroom (1933 Broadway, Oakland) and donate money to a good cause! Show starts at 7 and the line up includes:

Tony Toni Tone, Club Nouveux, Too $hort, Kev Choice, E-40 Martin Luther, Silk-E, Viveca Hawkins, Erk tha Jerk and more..

Be there.

The New MJ

Apples & Oranges

Ultimate fail for Apple. At least according to me. After all the hype, all we got was a 9.7 inch screen iPod Touch. You can't replace the battery by yourself, no camera, no flash drive, AND you can't use multiple applications. Sad.

Anyone else feel bad for Steve for having to deliver that news?!

Minxy

Yes, thats Rihanna. Yes, she has Obama on her fingernails. I'm quite confused about the whole Minx phenomena. $60 to get foil melted onto your fingernails, and it only lasts 2 weeks max. Someone please explain to me how us "regular folks" are affording doing this crap.

Minx

Disappointment

So disappointing. F the Saints! I hope they get smashed in the Superbowl.

College Kids

Since school started for me today, I thought I might be able to help out those of you who are doing the full time college thing. Here's some sites that can help you throughout your college career.

Cliff Notes (for when you "forget" or "run out of time" to do your required reading
iTunes
Top Ramen
College Jobs
Facebook
Mac & Cheese
Student Loans
Games
Cup Of Noodles
Coupons

Knowledge is power!

How It Feels To Be Colored Me

I am colored but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating circumstances except the fact that I am the only Negro in the United States whose grandfather on the mother's side was not an Indian chief.

I remember the very day that I became colored. Up to my thirteenth year I lived in the little Negro town of Eatonville, Florida. It is exclusively a colored town. The only white people I knew passed through the town going to or coming from Orlando. The native whites rode dusty horses, the Northern tourists chugged down the sandy village road in automobiles. The town knew the Southerners and never stopped cane chewing when they passed. But the Northerners were something else again. They were peered at cautiously from behind curtains by the timid. The more venturesome would come out on the porch to watch them go past and got just as much pleasure out of the tourists as the tourists got out of the village.

The front porch might seem a daring place for the rest of the town, but it was a gallery seat to me. My favorite place was atop the gate-post. Proscenium box for a born firstnighter. Not only did I enjoy the show, but I didn't mind the actors knowing that I liked it. I usually spoke to them in passing. I'd wave at them and when they returned my salute, I would say something like this: "Howdy-do-well-I-thank-you-where-you-goin'?" Usually the automobile or the horse paused at this, and after a queer exchange of compliments, I would probably "go a piece of the way" with them, as we say in farthest Florida. If one of my family happened to come to the front in time to see me, of course negotiations would be rudely broken off. But even so, it is clear that I was the first "welcome-to-our-state" Floridian, and I hope the Miami Chamber of Commerce will please take notice.

During this period, white people differed from colored to me only in that they rode through town and never lived there. They liked to hear me "speak pieces" and sing and wanted to see me dance the parse-me-la, and gave me generously of their small silver for doing these things, which seemed strange to me for I wanted to do them so much that I needed bribing to stop. Only they didn't know it. The colored people gave no dimes. They deplored any joyful tendencies in me, but I was their Zora nevertheless. I belonged to them, to the nearby hotels, to the county-- everybody's Zora.

But changes came in the family when I was thirteen, and I was sent to school in Jacksonville. I left Eatonville, the town of the oleanders, as Zora. When I disembarked from the river-boat at Jacksonville, she was no more. It seemed that I had suffered a sea change. I was not Zora of Orange County any more, I was now a little colored girl. I found it out in certain ways. In my heart as well as in the mirror, I became a fast brown-- warranted not to rub nor run.

But I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world--I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Someone is always at my elbow reminding me that I am the granddaughter of slaves. It fails to register depression with me. Slavery is sixty years in the past. The operation was successful and the patient is doing well, thank you. The terrible struggle that made me an American out of a potential slave said "On the line!" The Reconstruction said "Get set!"; and the generation before said "Go!" I am off to a flying start and I must not halt in the stretch to look behind and weep. Slavery is the price I paid for civilization, and the choice was not with me. It is a bully adventure and worth all that I have paid through my ancestors for it. No one on earth ever had a greater chance for glory. The world to be won and nothing to be lost. It is thrilling to think--to know that for any act of mine, I shall get twice as much praise or twice as much blame. It is quite exciting to hold the center of the national stage, with the spectators not knowing whether to laugh or to weep.

The position of my white neighbor is much more difficult. No brown specter pulls up a chair beside me when I sit down to eat. No dark ghost thrusts its leg against mine in bed. The game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting.

I do not always feel colored. Even now I often achieve the unconscious Zora of Eatonville before the Hegira. I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.

For instance at Barnard. "Beside the waters of the Hudson" I feel my race. Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, overswept by a creamy sea. I am surged upon and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself. When covered by the waters, I am; and the ebb but reveals me again.

Sometimes it is the other way around. A white person is set down in our midst, but the contrast is just as sharp for me. For instance, when I sit in the drafty basement that is The New World Cabaret with a white person, my color comes. We enter chatting about any little nothing that we have in common and are seated by the jazz waiters. In the abrupt way that jazz orchestras have, this one plunges into anumber. It loses no time in circumlocutions, but gets right down to business. It constricts the thorax and splits the heart with its tempo and narcotic harmonies. This orchestra grows rambunctious, rears on its hind legs and attacks the tonal veil with primitive fury, rending it, clawing it until it breaks through the jungle beyond. I follow those heathen--follow them exultingly. I dance wildly inside myself; I yell within, I whoop; I shake my assegai3 above my head, I hurl it true to the mark yeeeooww! I am in the jungle and living in the jungle way. My face is painted red and yellow and my body is painted blue. My pulse is throbbing like a war drum. I want to slaughter something--give pain, give death to what, I do not know. But the piece ends. The men of the orchestra wipe their lips and rest their fingers. I creep back slowly to the veneer we call civilization with the last tone and find the white friend sitting motionless in his seat, smoking calmly.

"Good music they have here," he remarks, drumming the table with his fingertips.

Music! The great blobs of purple and red emotion have not touched him. He has only heard what I felt. He is far away and I see him but dimly across the ocean and the continent that have fallen between us. He is so pale with his whiteness then and I am so colored.

At certain times I have no race, I am me. When I set my hat at a certain angle and saunter down Seventh Avenue, Harlem City, feeling as snooty as the lions in front of the Forty-Second Street Library, for instance. So far as my feelings are concerned, Peggy Hopkins Joyce on the Boule Mich with her gorgeous raiment, stately carriage, knees knocking together in a most aristocratic manner, has nothing on me. The cosmic Zora emerges. I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.

I have no separate feeling about being an American citizen and colored. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company! It's beyond me.

But in the main, I feel like a brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall. Against a wall in company with other bags, white, red and yellow. Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless. A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits of broken glass, lengths of string, a key to a door long since crumbled away, a rusty knifeblade, old shoes saved for a road that never was and never will be, a nail bent under the weight of things too heavy for any nail, a dried flower or two, still a little fragrant. In your hand is the brown bag. On the ground before you is the jumble it held--so much like the jumble in the bags, could they be emptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags refilled without altering the content of any greatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place--who knows?

Zora Neale Hurston - "How It Feels To Be Colored Me"

Diamonds On My Fingers

Please, please, have an eargasm immediately. And don't you dare say this song doesn't make you feel cool for the entire 10 minutes and 5 seconds. Gotta love Morris Day and those surprised eyebrows.

CLICK

The Frequently Mispelled Misspelled

Since school is starting back up, let Oxford help you
Learn Something

The Business

I know I'm late, but someone else is bound to not have seen this.

Enjoy!

Weird Al Raidervic

Pure Comedy. And yes, MessageToAl.com really exists.

Fartsy in SF

With the recent brokeness of America, San Francisco decided to give the usually-starving artists a chance. Taylor Street in the Tenderloin, Third Street in Bayview, Central Market Street and Lower 24th Street in the Mission will all be displaying local artists artwork in empty storefronts through the end of January.

That type of outside-the-box thinking could have helped them come up with a better website name though - sfartscommission.org

King Roberts

When Julia Roberts' mom gave birth to her - Martin Luther King Jr. and Coretta Scott paid for her hospital bill.

Dope right?

False Advertisement.

oh eight?

So apparently I've had this set up since Octover 2008. Well now its 2010 and the blessing that is my boyfriend just got me a new NOTEBOOK PC.. in other words - I'll be attempting to do the blogging thing.

Happy Hunting.