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On Presumption

DRs, as you know, I've been totally obsessing on the presidential campaign, watching - in total Road to the White House, Hardball and Countdown via DVR. The latest buzz word is "presumptuous" - as in Obama is. Well, what do you know? As a BW, I hear "uppity negro". Yeah, right. I suppose that is what any successful person of color has heard over the course of their career. It's the "black tax" - we have to work harder, be smarter, think faster, be nicer, and look, well, nonthreatening while doing it. How on earth does one do all of those things and be "nonthreatening"? Change is always threatening; always - without question. Powers that be/are - hopefully going away, are scared that they will be gone, swept away by competence.
Yes, that's it - Obama is confident. He is capable. And smart. And fast. It is his job to convince us, The People, that he is ready on day one.
I think he's doing a fine job. Go head man!
As an uppity, presu…

Just Because

Thoughts on Thoughts

They call me lazy.Not actually, I call myself lazy. Gosh, am I tired these days. The last couple of weeks, I have been trying to figure out just why no urge to write; no urge to clean; no urge to do. Well, that's now true. I have been doing things. I have been going on little weekend jaunts (two cruises and two weekends in Palm Springs so far) and that's all I've been wanting to do - get away. In the spring, I thought I wanted a party to celebrate my 40th. Now, I'm totally off that idea. Parties don't sound fun to me. Okay, that's not totally true - if someone else would do the planning, the shopping, the cleaning and the paying, I'd be totally for one big, blowout. But, it's up to me - everybody is broke, including yours truly.

I have not wanted to date either. However, I have always wanted a cocktail. Okay, not really the issue - no obvious suspects on the horizon for that either. Doesn't matter - I am still in Mr. Casablanca space - no one quite…

Fione Man of the Month

Chris Botti
I am mucho excited - on Wednesday I'm heading out to the Chris Botti & Orchestra show at the Hollywood Bowl. His special guest will be Cassandra Wilson, my favorite jazz singer. Not only is Mr. Botti very, very talented on the trumpet, my Dad's instrument, he is absolutely gorgeous. When I put him on for my Dad, he was mightily impressed - I didn't show him a picture of CB - he might have rethought his talented pronouncement. So, now that I'm grown, and I bought somewhat decent seats, I can look at Mr. Botti with abandon, not on the jumbo tron (note to self: just in case, bring/rent/steal/borrow some binoculars so you can ogle real close up).

Whenever I figure out how to add a clip of some of his music to the blog, I will! Viva Chris Botti - thanks for not being just a pretty face!


Well, in case you didn't figure it out, there were no, I said no fione men on the cruise - taken or otherwise. It was so strange. And so frustrating. I almost wrote on the comment card (that was filled with a bunch of stuff), "get cuter men". I figured that would negate all of my previous, very valid complaints about the trip - you know, the lousy food, the insulting shows, the lack of enthusiasm from the crew... Valid stuff all around.

Skip Carnival - the trailers are practically pulled behind the ship.

Back to Royal Caribbean. I'm actually thinking of skipping a birthday party and just relaxing when I can. Call it the summer of me.


Tracy and I are off to Mexico for another cruise this weekend - mostly to celebrate that birthday - yipee! I can't wait. I sure do hope that there are some fione men to be seen; the fewer clothes the better.

I am not a candidate for an open position in my company any longer; they pulled a dick cheney and chose one of the search committee to be the candidate. Oh well. I guess I can be better off staying with my gals, knowing my job and not having to work my fingers to the bones. I did get a new Blackberry -- with a camera, so I will be taking random pictures and posting them from now on.
No man compares to Mr. Casablanca so far in my eyes. It's actually quite annoying. There have got to be great guys out there, right?
I've consolidated, refinanced, paid off and budgeted. Why do I still feel broke?
My stomach and my thighs are not getting any smaller. But the good news is, neither are my tits.
I tried fried crickets today - insects really are the new protein you know. They weren&…

Wonder Reintroduced

I got the chance to go to the movies last week - and boy was I glad that our schedule got all mixed up, that we had to make a change in our choice of film. Godsister KK wanted to see Sex & the City after ten months in Ghana. (SATC isn't the only thing I'd want to see after ten months in Africa, that's all I've got to say...) I was surely up to it, being a SATC fan; although I was fine waiting until it debuted on HBO, like I do for most films. For her, SATC would be just fine on a warm Friday afternoon. Then we ran out of time and options to take care of Cam, so we had to pick something child-friendly -- his first movie in the theater. We choose Wall-E.
Boy am I glad that we did.
I loved this film. I found it the perfect pitch of humor, romance, message, smarts and wonder - yes, wonder. Wonder is something quite missing from our lives today. How beautiful is a lighter bringing forward a yellow middle surrounded by a halo of blue? Do we recall the simplicity and perf…