<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084</id><updated>2011-04-20T16:14:51.103-04:00</updated><category term='African American'/><category term='dominance'/><category term='Malcolm X'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='finances'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='social change'/><category term='emancipation'/><category term='elections'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='community'/><category term='Black Republican'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='hair'/><category term='saving the world'/><category term='truth'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='action'/><category term='society'/><category term='hood'/><category term='jiving'/><category term='wine store'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='mankind'/><category term='video'/><category term='dating'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='sterotypes'/><category term='review'/><category term='dance'/><category term='rant'/><category term='cooning'/><category term='draaank'/><category term='black men'/><category term='shucking'/><category term='God'/><category term='House of Payne'/><category term='economy'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='faith'/><category term='mtv'/><category term='UK'/><category term='dreads'/><category term='M.I.A.'/><category term='Bamboozled'/><category term='injustice'/><category term='people'/><category term='grape legs'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='hair dresser'/><category term='slavery'/><category term='power'/><category term='hoodwinked'/><category term='self esteem'/><category term='race'/><category term='rap'/><category term='president'/><category term='weight'/><category term='dreadlocks'/><category term='education'/><category term='media'/><category term='responsibility'/><category term='American History'/><category term='Imus'/><category term='mos def'/><category term='wine'/><category term='movement'/><category term='Hillary'/><category term='general'/><category term='activism'/><category term='Katrina'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='hip hop'/><category term='image'/><category term='DC'/><category term='locs'/><category term='women'/><category term='Black'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='music'/><category term='black women'/><category term='size'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='BDSM'/><category term='television'/><category term='life'/><category term='Black History'/><category term='blackface'/><category term='t-pain'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='religion'/><category term='men'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Juneteenth'/><category term='revolution'/><category term='satire'/><category term='progress'/><category term='Tyler Perry'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>The Future in Past Participle</title><subtitle type='html'>The thoughts and musings of one creative soul. Be inspired. Be informed. Above all...be blessed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-2060895879040941960</id><published>2008-11-22T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:27:47.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No...I haven't disappeared again</title><content type='html'>been busy...but really what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was last thursday (november 20th baby!), and i am now officially 25 years old! it feels great. :D i keep hearing friends joke about me getting old...and well, yea i am. :) beats the alternative (that would be, dying). 25 is feeling good to me. no quarter century crisis (i think i went through that several months ago, lol), and i feel like ive got a plan for my career and im good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was gonna stay and write some more, but i think ill go hang with my mom instead (she's here for thanksgiving :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-2060895879040941960?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/2060895879040941960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=2060895879040941960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2060895879040941960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2060895879040941960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/11/noi-havent-disappeared-again.html' title='No...I haven&apos;t disappeared again'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-9001497804262733193</id><published>2008-11-05T15:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:13:22.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>November 6th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was a note that was passed along to me...my response to it will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:13;"  &gt;I can not wait for November 6th. Now there are many reasons for my anticipation for this date but the main reason is that I will be able to sign onto facebook without being flooded by a wave of Pro-Obama rhetoric. I hate logging on and seeing people do stuff just because its popular. Okay I get it, you like Senator Barry Obama and and want to tell the world about it but everyday its the same thing...so and so loves Michelle Obama, Joe Joe joined the group Latinos for Obama, Susie Q joins Hockey Moms against Palin, I voted early for Obama and I rock...Really???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll admit I am a Hillary turned Obama supporter. I gave my support to this man for several reasons...1) McCain voted against making MLK Day a holiday in Arizona 2) I feel that Obama will make a better president for the nation as a whole. I'll be alright in 4 yrs regardless who wins, but I want to know that 19 yrs old single mom will be able to feed her kid. The last reason is because he's Black and I was told that in the NC Primary 98% of the Black folks who voted in NC voted for Obama. So that makes me part of the 2% that didn't and that is very, very sad. So even though I through my support behind Barry O I didn't go get drunk on that Obama kool-aid like the rest of you running around thinking that he can do no wrong and that he is anything but another politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna put it out there...Obama is a opportunist that was able to cross the racial divide and do something that has never been done in a political campaign. But that doesn't mean he didn't renege on promises, he hasn't used people and kicked them to the curb, and that he didn't smoke crack. I really hope he wins and that all of these modern day abolitionist can convince their buddies to vote Black, but I'm a little skeptical. Plus how much power does the president really have?&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he gonna make that boy do his homework so that he can find a job and grow to be a man. Will he put a condom on your dick so that you will stop bringing babies into unstable/unhealthy situations. Will he bridge the racial divide. Will he stop me from writing crazy notes. I don't think so, so I hope on November 6th you take sometime to look and the mirror and ask yourself what you are gonna change, because if we don't change then all it boils down to is the same shit, different toliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This note is not targeted to the people who are sincere and their efforts. Shout out to those who are making phone calls, going door to door canvasing and are true and their efforts. Big ups to Ivory, Special K, Angela Di, and Faisal. All you other clowns who are joining groups and putting up new status updates with out any real substance should cute it out.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Vote For Change, Make A Change...This Message Is Coming From A True Maverick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thing is this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It isn't the man, but what the man represents that is so monumental. I think the recent economic crisis in conjunction with the wars abroad and the disdain for the Bush Administration magnified the dismal state of the US. It was as though the past 8 years were very dark and dismal, and Barack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;symbolizes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; that hope. He in and of himself will not change this nation, but it is the people like you and I who can make things happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Conversations like that one make me shake my head. Because, while I hear what they are saying, I wonder if they realize the possibilities. This is a slow nation, and we are a slow...very slow to act people. The fact that Obama and his people managed to get everyone up and energized about voting, got people engaged in politics, and brought politics to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is huge. It hasn't been done before. You have people who never gave a rat's tail about politics now engaged and energized about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is wrong with being energized? Having some hope and being optimistic? Why is it so wrong for once to have some kind of pride? Some kind of nationalism that doesn't involve us oppressing or killing others just to remind ourselves just how great of a nation this is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I understand progressive thought and admittedly, Obama is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; progressive, lol. He never was and I don't expect him to be. What I am hoping, and what folks like those who are inclined to think like those in that email need to do is to channel that excitement and energy into progressive works. Why not take those same folks who are so hyped up about Obama and change and say to them...'hey, well why don't we work on this project or that cause? What can we do to continue this feeling of change?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know folks want to look to the past, don't want to have hopes or dreams...and some just cant stand to see others happy. But my thing is, if given the chance to change the world, why not try and run with it? Regardless of who is at the steering wheel and the reasons that folks are energized. The point is that people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;energized&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and we shouldn't let that energy just go to waste or even shrug it off with our cynicism and snobbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-9001497804262733193?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/9001497804262733193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=9001497804262733193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/9001497804262733193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/9001497804262733193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-6th.html' title='November 6th'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-4604700793965097837</id><published>2008-11-05T10:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:42:06.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mankind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brotherpeacemaker.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/obama-family-wins.jpg?w=399&amp;amp;h=325"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Americans…last night we did something amazing. We made history. And I am SO proud and humbled to be here in this day and time. So thankful for those who came before us and blazed a trail. So proud to be an American. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last night, my countrymen and women spoke…we spoke loudly…and we said the time is &lt;b style=""&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;…change begins today. We spoke for fairness, for peace, for honesty, and for the chance to remind ourselves and the rest of the world that we are UNITED. That we are still a mighty country and that from the biggest to the smallest, the old to the young, the rich to the poor, we are together…we are ready to go to work…to turn ourselves around towards a brighter future for our children. Last night we elected Barack Hussein Obama the 44&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; President of these &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States of America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I couldn’t be prouder of my country, my home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We spoke…together. We took action…we were informed and passionate. This…&lt;b style=""&gt;this&lt;/b&gt;...is our moment. Now is our time. I believe that with this election we have set a new precedent for the course of this country. I hope that as the days, months, weeks, and years pour on that we do not lose sight of the very important lesson learned in this election…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;United, under one cause…moving towards one common goal…looking past our differences and acting…&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;acting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; together, we can achieve much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To my generation, to my peers, the Gen Y/Millennials…I say that this is our time. We have chosen a President to represent that which we believe in – service to mankind, integrity, and grace. We must capitalize on this most awesome of occasions and let the world know that we are here. It is our time to take the lead, and it can be done and shall be done as we look at others with the realization that we are all citizens of this great nation and hold a great responsibility to one another, to this nation, and to the rest of the world to work towards a goal greater than ourselves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I am inspired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I am hopeful more than ever before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I know &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; see that anything is possible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I am a part of history.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I am a part of the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I feel as though I am at one with my countrymen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I feel the promise of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; being realized. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I am proud to be an American. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-4604700793965097837?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/4604700793965097837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=4604700793965097837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4604700793965097837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4604700793965097837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-1253096959503687147</id><published>2008-11-04T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:57:15.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Squander What Others Fought &amp; Died For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Get out and VOTE TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://obeygiant.com/images/2008/11/vote-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 736px;" src="http://obeygiant.com/images/2008/11/vote-poster2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-1253096959503687147?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/1253096959503687147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=1253096959503687147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1253096959503687147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1253096959503687147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-squander-what-others-fought-died.html' title='Don&apos;t Squander What Others Fought &amp; Died For'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3953382115185028395</id><published>2008-10-30T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:52:38.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Quarter Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>well maybe it's not a crisis...more like an irritatingly nagging concern about the fact that i'm going to be 25 in less than a month. it's the all too uncomfortable realization that, in spite of my declaring to be a Toy R Us kid forever, that i have to grow up. it's the thoughts that i try my hardest to push aside on my morning ride into work about where i would like to be in the next 5 years. it's planning for a future that isnt promised, isnt certain, and is subjective to a variety of known and unknown variable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um...this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that im depressed about it or anything...i'm glad ive made it this far and i figure i can only keep going up *crosses fingers and spins around 3 times* but it seems like, for me, this is a point in my life where i have to think critically about what i want to do with my life. im not thinking 10 years ahead...no no, that's too hard...i'll just think ahead 5 and take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as uncertain things seem to be at times, ive got to say that i feel ok knowing that ive got some semblance of a plan. that from working my way backwards from my goals...i can see what steps i might need to take to get me where i want to be. so im not afraid of my future at all, but the fact that im the one responsible for myself and my own personal growth has given me somethings to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i need to go back to school. do i want to go back to school? eh, not particularly, just because it's so expensive, but i do welcome the chance to learn new things and interact with other bright minds. i'll be trying to get my mind geared towards GRE prep so that i'll be ready for it come next year. i need to get myself back into that college way of thinking....the standardized tests, the personal statement, the fasfa, the loans (ugh...the loans). ive been outta school going on 3 years now, and i can see why folks who tell you to finish up your schooling while you're still young...because once you get out into the 'world' and are working full time and are carving out some kind of a social life for yourself the idea of school, books, tests, studying...yea, not too appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the yearnings for the stable relationship are present as i figure i'll want to start a family within the next decade or so. but...lack of prospects and a rather short tolerance for nonsense on my part has continued to push those yearnings down, down, down, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont plan on moving from the area anytime soon...i actually like northern VA...if i were to move anywhere out of VA, it would have to be somewhere further south, and i know im not even ready to begin realistically thinking about doing that. so for now i will continue to daydream about my summer home by a nice lil river down in Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;career...well i know i want to stay in the non-profit world. (YES!) but i dont want to take graphic design on professionally...at least i dont want to work for anyone else - i like freelancing and would like to see my freelancing business expand in the years to come. but when it comes to the 9-5, i think the non-profit sector is where i'll be. ideally...id love to have a job with flexible hours...where i'm not always behind a desk staring at a computer screen...something where life and work can come together as one, but id still be able to leave my work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; work at the end of the day. i dont want to be a slave to the workforce. i want to have some kind of creative and academic freedom to just do whatever it is i'm doing, knowing that the work is fullfilling, doing some kind of good for a cause larger than myself, and pays me well (hey, i can dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in a nutshell thats a glimpse into some of the things going on in my head as of late. i wont even begin to talk about my musings on religion. might have to save that post for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3953382115185028395?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3953382115185028395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3953382115185028395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3953382115185028395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3953382115185028395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='The Quarter Life Crisis'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-7925397499064162858</id><published>2008-10-27T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:01:54.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>It's just too damn sad</title><content type='html'>I'd been following up with the events surrounding Jennifer Hudson's family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, read up on it &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/3268493/Police-searching-for-Jennifer-Hudson-nephew-find-body.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I just can't even rehash it...it's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand...why? Why do people just treat each other so recklessly? Why take someone else's life? It just isnt right...and i can only imagine what the Hudson family is going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who pray, send up some prayers for this family. For those who don't pray, just send out some positive thoughts or something to the family. They are in definite need of it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-7925397499064162858?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/7925397499064162858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=7925397499064162858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7925397499064162858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7925397499064162858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-just-too-damn-sad.html' title='It&apos;s just too damn sad'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5541962770710919385</id><published>2008-10-26T16:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:37:40.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><title type='text'>Are you there Jah? It's me Ras-Trent...</title><content type='html'>usually i dont watch snl...it just hasnt been funny to me in years, but when Tina Fey broke out the Sarah Palin impersonations snl got my attention once again. in last night's episode i found a little gem of a skit about a Rasta Man...Ras-Trent. i havent stopped laughing...seriously...skiddley whoooaaaa ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just say...my favorite part occurs when the countdown reads about 0:25...let's keep it real Ras-Trent...lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4904c94c910d1962/4741e3c5156499a7/e53f8abd/-cpid/55db6907ff33a017" id="W4727a250e66f97234904c94c910d1962" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4904c94c910d1962/4741e3c5156499a7/e53f8abd/-cpid/55db6907ff33a017"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5541962770710919385?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5541962770710919385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5541962770710919385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5541962770710919385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5541962770710919385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-there-jah-its-me-ras-trent.html' title='Are you there Jah? It&apos;s me Ras-Trent...'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-6449876860100749299</id><published>2008-10-22T10:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:37:09.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>It’s the small things…</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Csgray%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="Edit-Time-Data" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Csgray%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_editdata.mso"&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well loves, I liked that post the other day so much I decided to write another one about my forays into the fashion realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So today, I felt like channeling the masculine. For ages women have been putting our own personal touch on otherwise masculine pieces of clothing and I’ve always admired it. There’s just something classy and tough about a nicely pulled together outfit with some masculine touches. You get the best of both worlds really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Behold:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84TNpLmvI/AAAAAAAAACM/eCSr5yk2RpI/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84TNpLmvI/AAAAAAAAACM/eCSr5yk2RpI/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984792523086578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;*again...that pile of clothes...lol, forgive me y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84kIdSskI/AAAAAAAAACc/XUxCPtVXbgI/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84kIdSskI/AAAAAAAAACc/XUxCPtVXbgI/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259985083188818498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84eSaQd-I/AAAAAAAAACU/63d1m1FvZH0/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84eSaQd-I/AAAAAAAAACU/63d1m1FvZH0/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259984982781229026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Now, let me just say….I LOVE my shoes…those shoes…have you ever gone shopping and seen something that just SCREAMS out to you? Well that’s what those shoes did for me. I’m telling you, they were just sitting on the shelf WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ING for me to walk by. We were meant to be. Oh and you see the trouser socks? I know you love the trouser socks…because I surely do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For today’s color scheme, we left it a little subdued with the black and gray, but that blue top is so electric that it provides a nice contrast to the winter tones and really makes the outfit pop I think. I’m usually not one to wear a lot of blue, but lately I’ve had this thing for bright, vibrant, fun blues. Naturally when I saw this shirt online (&lt;a href="http://www.avenue.com/"&gt;w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avenue.com/"&gt;ww.avenue.com&lt;/a&gt;) I knew that it needed to make a home in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I might be a bit of an impulse buyer, but at least I’m a fierce, albeit economically thrifty one. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84sEshKEI/AAAAAAAAACk/0aQK9eo8fVE/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84sEshKEI/AAAAAAAAACk/0aQK9eo8fVE/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259985219617892418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then there’s the tie…oh how I love ties on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; women – it’s so bad ass. This tie I’ve had for quite awhile now; it was my first, a simple black tie. I’d love to expand and really get into some more colorful ties, but I find that – as much as I love to wear ties – I just haven’t been including that look into my styles lately. But every now and then…. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So now the run down…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="name_0" value=""&gt;&lt;sup&gt;*More Colors Available*&lt;/sup&gt;" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="shipModeId_0" value="10002" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;input name="field1_0" value="17648" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"&gt;Bedford Cord Shirt in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/st1:place&gt; ($16.88) - Avenue.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Trouser Socks ($2.99 for a pack of 3) - AJ Wright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Shoes ($16) - Ross&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Tie ($10)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Gray Sweater Vest ($15) - Old Navy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Perfect Fit Pants ($20) - Ashley Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Total Cost of Outfit: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$80.87&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Though the economy is suffering right now, your wardrob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;e does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;n’t have to. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="productdisplay-name"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;CBrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP840aGxc-I/AAAAAAAAACs/d_ZCxjb_Cfk/s1600-h/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP840aGxc-I/AAAAAAAAACs/d_ZCxjb_Cfk/s320/IMG_1285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259985362804110306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-6449876860100749299?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/6449876860100749299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=6449876860100749299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6449876860100749299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6449876860100749299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-small-things.html' title='It’s the small things…'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SP84TNpLmvI/AAAAAAAAACM/eCSr5yk2RpI/s72-c/IMG_1268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-8042866001871476610</id><published>2008-10-20T14:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:37:43.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busy Bee Must Still Look Fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;been beyond busy lately…between work, my design gig, trying to paint again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, thinking about my future/grad school…um yea, busy. Quite. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; admittedly, a little down. But you know how we cure that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;AWESOME OUTFITS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok, I like to dress well, so sue me. But I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DON’T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;like spending a ton of $$ while doing so. So this busy lil bee has recently purchased some lovely goodies that are sure to make any drearily chilly day seem to shine and sparkle all on it’s own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Behold:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SPzJfXLrUCI/AAAAAAAAACE/_aI0p547Zks/s320/Oct+20+2008+002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259300005498015778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*ignore the box of clothing...i need to take them to Goodwill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now I’m rather wary of the sheath dresses…I love them on others, but I know I’ve got hips and thighs that are MIGHTY MIGHTY, lol. But I took a chance and ordered it online from Old Navy and lo and behold…it worked out ok! A tip to anyone buying a sheath dress without trying it on first…order it in a size larger than what you normally wear, just to account for the way the garment fits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gray seems to be the color of the season, but I’ve noticed within the past week I’ve been doing quite a nice amount of black and gray…I mean that’s great, but I’m all about colors now. So I decided to lively it up a bit with this season’s other hot color, and a growing fave of mine…Purple. I thought the button down shirt underneath was a nice touch (the shirt was also courtesy of Old Navy) in addition to the plum colored tights (for $5! thanks Avenue!). The boots…oh how I love ankle boots. Why? Because I have calves that could kill and most calf boots don’t fit, but an ankle boot…why that is the fun of the boot without the agony of suffocating my legs, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All in all I think it was a nice look…sadly I forgot to take a picture of the purse, but it too was fierce as it was a kind of color block in several shades of purple. You’ll just have to take my word on that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All in all…I think the entire outfit (shoes too) cost under $100 (not including the pearl necklace – that was a gift from Daddy :D) And who says you can’t be fabulous…WHILE on a budget AND trying to save the world? Pfft, it is most certainly possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CBrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-8042866001871476610?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/8042866001871476610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=8042866001871476610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8042866001871476610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8042866001871476610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-bee-must-still-look-fabulous.html' title='The Busy Bee Must Still Look Fabulous'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/SPzJfXLrUCI/AAAAAAAAACE/_aI0p547Zks/s72-c/Oct+20+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-2137283382351610467</id><published>2008-10-15T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:57:24.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Till You Drop</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted...but really, the question these days seems to be...'When am i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exhausted??' The answer? Um...when I'm sleeping, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going full steam ahead these past couple of months and i don't see an end in sight. Over the weekend me and a friend did our part and put a gang of money back into the economy...that's right - we went shopping, lol. And oh how wonderful it was! I got my fall coat *woot* and some additional fall/winter pieces to replace the items i've purged from my closet to donate to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onto more important matters...tonight's the night, the last Presidential Debate before elections. Admittedly, i was disappointed/frustrated at the last debate as i saw both candidates dance around the issues presented to them. I can only hope that tonight they do better than that. I haven't watched so much CNN in my LIFE as i have over the past few months. Granted, it feels good to be able to follow what's going on, but sheeeesh i want this thing to be over...and for President Obama to get to work ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work...i've gotta get back to it...it's busy time 'round the office. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-2137283382351610467?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/2137283382351610467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=2137283382351610467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2137283382351610467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2137283382351610467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/till-you-drop.html' title='...Till You Drop'/><author><name>CBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299864662802170520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3296944817544427725</id><published>2008-10-10T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:08:54.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Nothing to Leave Behind</title><content type='html'>My mother said something to me the other day and it kind of made me sad. We were having one of our normal discussions, and I'd asked her if she had a will. Now, my reasons for this was because I'd been doing a nice bit of reading on planning out one's financial future, and naturally the topic of wills and trusts was discussed in my readings. Wanting to make sure that my most loved of all loved ones was taking care of things, I mentioned it to her casually and of course she had one. I began to share a lil bit more about the things I was reading, about revocable trusts and how that might help to keep a deceased person's property from going into probate (meaning, to the court where the intheriters have to pay a fee on whatever it is they're supposed to inherit), when she interrupted me saying.."I don't have anything"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So simple a statement. So honest. And it just hit me and hurt. Not because it meant I wouldn't inherit anything, but because here is a woman who worked hard all her life, very smart, very kind, and very dedicated to her family, especially her children, but it was just a jolt to realize that someone so deserving of having &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; of her own, did not. She has a legacy all her own, whether or not she knows it, my mom has made a huge impression upon me. I am a better person, a better woman, for having her as a mother. I literally owe her my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digres...Planning ahead, thinking about longevity, is admittedly not high up on the priority list for a lot of working class families. When your kids need clothes or food to eat today, it is very hard to think about how to prepare for their tomorrow. I know wealth and money mean very little in the grand scheme of life. The lack of or the abundance of money says nothing about a person's character nor their integrity...Yet we still pursue making as much money as we can for whatever reason that drives us. It can be of use to us when we might need to make a purchase or pay for a necessary service...and though the economy seems bad now, it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; help us to plan for a retirement from the workforce that won't leave us completely destitute. I mean, social security can only do but so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my mom, and she's taught me a lot. that night more than any other before it, the importance of thinking ahead, of saving for one's future hit home - and hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CBrava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3296944817544427725?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3296944817544427725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3296944817544427725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3296944817544427725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3296944817544427725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-to-leave-behind.html' title='Nothing to Leave Behind'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-7894525156218867732</id><published>2008-10-10T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:29:56.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>Understanding the Economy</title><content type='html'>I came across a post on &lt;a href="http://blackinformant.wordpress.com/2008/10/09/basic-economics-links/"&gt;The Black Informant&lt;/a&gt;'s blog that gave some pretty good links about understanding what's going on with the economy right now. I know everyon's head is surely swimming right now trying to grasp everything, but here are some of the links provided to help us understand things a little better:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fff.org/freedom/fd0503g.asp"&gt;Economics for the Citizen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.inrich.com/cva/ric/video.apx.-content-articles-RTD-2008-09-25-0218.html"&gt;Economist Opposes Government Bailout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.investopedia.com/university/economics/"&gt;Economics Basics: An Introduction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mises.org/story/2207#"&gt;Teaching Basic Economics to 5th Graders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://economics.about.com/od/informationforbeginners/Economics_Information_for_Complete_Beginners.htm"&gt;Economic Information for Complete Beginners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.introecon.com/"&gt;Introduction to Economic Analysis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope those are helpful to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CBrava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-7894525156218867732?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/7894525156218867732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=7894525156218867732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7894525156218867732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7894525156218867732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/understanding-economy.html' title='Understanding the Economy'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-2890487553097186496</id><published>2008-10-10T11:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:20:26.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>A Wiser Shopper</title><content type='html'>Happy Friday everyone! I'm looking forward to this three day weekend - how about you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm especially looking forward to the Columbus Day sales as I'm currently in the hunt for a fall coat. Usually I'm the kinda girl that will wear a favorite item until it falls to pieces...and then try to piece it back together if I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; love the item. But alas, I'm getting too old for the unintentional patchwork items, lol, and i'm learning to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm on the hunt for a particular looking coat. Dressy enough, but casual in it's own right...preferably something not black, I'd like to add a little pizzazz to the outwear this season. In my efforts to remain fiscally responsible, but not sacrifice quality for the sake of a bargain, my search has lead me to JC Penney. I've gotta say...JC Penney really delivers when it comes to the quality pieces at decent prices. Check our some of these beauties that have caught my eye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;Double Breasted A-Line Wool Walker ($139)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com//is/image/0900631b8156db44M.tif?op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&amp;amp;resmode=sharp&amp;amp;hei=250&amp;amp;wid=250&amp;amp;icc=A98" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;Worthington® Wool-blend Coat ($159)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/262-4311_1500294_bwtweed.jpg?wid=250&amp;amp;hei=250&amp;amp;op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&amp;amp;resmode=sharp" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hooded Wool-blend Swing Coat ($129)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/262-4294_146890b_blk.jpg?wid=250&amp;amp;hei=250&amp;amp;op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&amp;amp;resmode=sharp" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial;"&gt;Worthington® Belted Wool-blend Walker ($159) [this is my fave!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://zoom.jcpenney.com/is/image/262-4309_146895d_bwherr.jpg?wid=250&amp;amp;hei=250&amp;amp;op_usm=1.5,.8,0,0&amp;amp;resmode=sharp" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the economy not looking too great it seems like everyone is concerned about how much worse things can get. Money is tight for most of us right now, but unfortunately there are certain purchases that need to be made - like a decent coat for myself so that I won't freeze my butt off waiting for the bus everyday. I've tried to do my best these past couple of months to really cut down on the wasteful spending and get the most out of my money. Seems like I'm shopping less, looking for sales more, buying items that I absolutely need to have, and keeping track of every penny. It helps me be a better steward of the cash I do get, and makes me feel a little more secure in my own financial situation as the stock markets continue to plummet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are some things you're doing to cope in these times of financial hardship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CBrava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-2890487553097186496?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/2890487553097186496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=2890487553097186496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2890487553097186496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2890487553097186496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/wiser-shopper.html' title='A Wiser Shopper'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-1798095401804545577</id><published>2008-10-09T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:30:24.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>The Re-emergence...Some Thoughts on Finances</title><content type='html'>Have I really not posted since February? Goodness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what has been occurring in my personal life…working my tail off at my 9-5, got my own little slice of heaven in my freelance design business (&lt;a href="http://www.congobrava.com/"&gt;www.congobrava.com&lt;/a&gt; – check me out), and general do-gooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I stopped writing, not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because I was and still am, more interested in living the moment than talking about it. But there has been plenty to talk about these days, as I’m sure you’re aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s have a chat, shall we? And by chat, I really mean monologue, but that’s ok – I’m sure you don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current situation with the Global market has got everyone very worried about their fiscal future. Am I worried? Hm…not as much, because I’m still relatively young and don’t plan on retiring any time soon, nor do I have any investments tied up in the market. So, no I’m not panicked. I AM however, disappointed at the way the American government is mishandling this entire ordeal. I know it isn’t helpful to harp on the past, but truly I think we had this one coming. I don’t see how people could have missed this. Banks making shoddy loans to folks who they knew couldn’t afford the payments once the interest rates kicked in…Predatory lending gone amuck…what did they expect to happen? The greed that this country engages in on the daily is appalling and I think it is coming back to bite us in the ass…and HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really sucks is the fact that those who are suffering the most are those who have the most to lose. Your typical American homeowner who just wanted to live out the “American Dream” and have a chance to have a place of their own…those folks are in turmoil right now as their homes go into foreclosure in a market that is as volatile as ever. These people are losing their homes and probably a lot of money as well. But the government isn’t thinking as much about those people…it’s the banks and the investment firms that are getting the bailout. Even after a $700 Billion dollar bailout plan banks are still hesitant to give out loans. Well what does that mean? In essence that we just fronted almost a Trillion dollars to save these financial institutions, only to find that they still are no better off. Thanks. My children’s children’s children will be paying off this debt. Debt accumulated from greed and avarice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what this means for the market in the long run, but you can bet that my eyes and ears are wide open looking for news about this. It seems that if banks continue to freeze credit, the average person like you and me can’t do basic things…like buy a car, apply for a credit card or an expansion of one’s credit (as banks are now lowering people’s credit limits), or even apply for a loan to go to college. For businesses it means that it will be harder for them to finance their businesses and keep them afloat. Production will more than likely be down as there is less money to go around to fund the labor. People will continue to get laid off as companies run out of money and can no longer afford to pay employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are the times we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it’s going to get worse before it gets better – it always does. I’m optimistic that the US will come out of this, but I just hope that we come away from this learning some serious lessons about regulating how banks and investment firms are able to leverage the money they have. It feels like this country is going through some serious growing pains at the moment, and I hope that when the dust has settled we will emerge stronger and more secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-1798095401804545577?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/1798095401804545577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=1798095401804545577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1798095401804545577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1798095401804545577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-emergencesome-thoughts-on-finances.html' title='The Re-emergence...Some Thoughts on Finances'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-4690961358741655057</id><published>2008-02-13T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:29:01.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>To Make You Think and to Make You Chuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;But 1st the chuckle....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQ_rSruShhk/R7L3goAB_vI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QEknfJoIAqw/s400/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQ_rSruShhk/R7L3goAB_vI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QEknfJoIAqw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno if that's photoshopped or what, so please don't go believing it's real cause it very well could be a fake. Nonetheless it made me chuckle. Then it made me wonder why the KKK would endorse a Black man over there own...(that's the thinking part) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**edit** I found this article: &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/556789/natl_kkk_reps_comment_on_obama_candidacy.html"&gt;Nat'l KKK Reps Comment on Obama Candidacy&lt;/a&gt; so don't beleive the hype, KKK ain't left and they are most definitely watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/static/PPM43_080212_naacpletter.html"&gt;Julian Bond calls for DNC to seat the Michigan and Florida Delegates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Julian is coming to Hillary's aid now that Obama has been on a role. Don't you just love how our old civil rights leaders are just catering to Hillary big time? And here I thought we'd left the plantation. Now you have to ask why it was he wasn't so concerned earlier in the race when it seemed as though Hillary had the game on lock. Also, why would he request that those states be given their delegates when one of the two candidates (not including Edwards of course) didnt even have his name on the ballot because he was following his party's rules? Someone please tell Hillary she is NOT queen and this is an election, not a royal appointment. Shame on her and her supporters for underestimating the power of the American voters and the power of a democratic election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said...not all of our elders are kissing Hill's arse completely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://playahata.com/hatablog/?p=3247"&gt;Sharpton calls on DNC to not seat MICHIGAN &amp;amp; FLORIDA Delegates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Sharpton for that letter, I think it was honest and raised some very good points. You can't cry foul after the fact, that's just how it is. If Hillary would have beena head right now, we wouldn't be having this conversation, because I doubt that anyone would have spoken up for Obama in the way that Bond is for Hillary and anyone who would have would have been accused of being a whiner/sore loser. Why she decided to go against the reccommendations of her own party I don't know, but it says to me that Hillary is really not above breaking, bending, or ignoring the rules. If she won't even listen to her own political party, why should I believe that she'll listen to the American public? Sounds like someone has been taking notes from our current adminsitration...just my thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is all for today...I'm going to continue to gloat in Obama's recent successes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-4690961358741655057?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/4690961358741655057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=4690961358741655057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4690961358741655057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4690961358741655057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-make-you-think-and-to-make-you.html' title='To Make You Think and to Make You Chuckle'/><author><name>CBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299864662802170520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQ_rSruShhk/R7L3goAB_vI/AAAAAAAAAyg/QEknfJoIAqw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5576372285432045969</id><published>2008-01-30T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:26:40.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Tuesday is Near At Hand</title><content type='html'>I’ve been following the primaries very closely this year, as I’m sure (or at least hope) that many of my fellow Americans have. I think regardless of the end results, this presidential election will be remembered and talked about for a long time. In case you didn’t know from reading some of my earlier posts waaaaay back when (aka last year) I’m a supporter of Obama. Now, I was a lil hesitant about him at first, but I dug him because I can identify with his desire to be the candidate of change and I think he embodies that more than any of the other candidates making a bid. Now Hillary…well, truthfully I liked Hillary a lot more prior to Bill getting involved with her campaign. The whole ‘sit-on-the-sofa-and-talk-to-me-I’m-a-normal-gal-just-like-you’ bit that she pulled was quite ingenious and I gave her a major hat tip for trying to show her softer side. Then she let the dogs out…Bill…I must say that I’ve lost some…any, major respect for this man as the campaigning progressed and his snide/underhanded comments about Obama were being made. You know, the funny thing is that prior to this campaign being made into a ‘race’ thing, Hillary was doing well in my opinion. Obama wasn’t/isn’t trying to plug himself as the ‘Black Candidate’ and as a matter of fact, that very topic was quite hot when he first announced his bid for the Presidency – recall numerous articles and talks about Obama being ‘Black enough’? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now…it seems the Clinton kids have highlighted issue of race and indeed it seems as though the Black community (or at least I) don’t like how they’ve gone about doing so. They, for a lack of better words, are jerks and aren’t showing any real decorum in terms of campaigning and sticking to the issues. I’ve had enough of this character bashing, I want to hear them debate about their various plans to make this country better. But I doubt that will occur any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with today bringing us yet another day closer to Super Tuesday and being the night after the Florida primaries, imagine my surprise when I go to the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/"&gt;Washington Post’s website&lt;/a&gt; and I see these two stories on the front page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giuliani to Exit Presidential Race Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Following his third place finish in Florida, former New York mayor Rudy Giuliani is expected to drop out of the presidential race today and endorse Sen. John McCain.&lt;/em&gt; (read more &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/01/30/AR2008013000488.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edwards to Quit Presidential Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Democrat John Edwards is exiting the presidential race Wednesday, ending a scrappy underdog bid in which he steered his rivals toward progressive ideals while grappling with family hardship that roused voters' sympathies but never diverted his campaign, The Associated Press has learned.&lt;/em&gt; (read more &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/01/30/AR2008013001069.html?hpid=topnews"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents…we now have a two delegate race on the Democratic side of the 2008 primaries! Talk about neck and neck! I can only wonder what this will mean for both campaigns…Granted, both the Clinton and Obama camp virtually ignored Edwards and focused moreso on going tit-for-tat with one another, but MAN! What will become of those Edwards supporters? I can’t lie, I dig Edwards a little, and would LOVE to see a Obama/Edwards ticket in the fall…but I guess only time will tell. Super Tuesday is looking more and more interesting as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you know…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, if elected, our country will have been ran by the same &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; families for a total of at LEAST &lt;strong&gt;24 years&lt;/strong&gt;? They could call it the ‘Bush/Clintonian regime’…Honestly, how can anyone say that these past 20 years or so have been particularly great for our country? Now, I’ll give Bill credit for the improvements he helped bring about while in office with the budget and deficit, but when Dubbya got into the White House? To hell with that and with America’s already lackluster world image. I really don’t like the idea of passing control of this country from one ‘elite’ family to the next. Nor do I like the idea of passing leadership of this country to older, more archaic politicians, when what this country needs is a revival in spirit, perception, and attitude. When you talk of change, it’s time for this country to have a leader who can truly lead us into the new millennium and sorry to say it, but I think it’s time the Baby Boomers take a back seat and let their offspring run the country before they run us even further into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok loves, keep your eyes and ears open…this is about to become even more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and below I’ve provided some helpful links to get you more information about the Primaries and other voter related topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Yourself Registered: &lt;a href="http://www.rockthevote.org/"&gt;MTV’s Rock the Vote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the Date of Your State’s Primary Vote: &lt;a href="http://www.vote-smart.org/election_president_state_primary_dates.php"&gt;Vote-Smart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the US Electoral College: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Electoral_College"&gt;US Electoral College (wikipedia)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Clips from the Candidates: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/members?s=po&amp;amp;g=-1"&gt;You Choose 08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._presidential_election,_2008"&gt;2008 US Presidential Election&lt;/a&gt; (including links to candidates of ALL parties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be informed. Be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CBrava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5576372285432045969?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5576372285432045969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5576372285432045969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5576372285432045969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5576372285432045969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-tuesday-is-near-at-hand.html' title='Super Tuesday is Near At Hand'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5261372247866741732</id><published>2008-01-17T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:39:56.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm on the Topic...</title><content type='html'>a poem i wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Ways of Looking at a Politician&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after W. Stevens and R. Patterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    i saw a snake&lt;br /&gt;        slither across the road. it must have&lt;br /&gt;        been a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    late at night, while&lt;br /&gt;        Justice slumbers,&lt;br /&gt;        I’ve seen politicians&lt;br /&gt;        play&lt;br /&gt;        God&lt;br /&gt;        with lives of the&lt;br /&gt;        innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    even Pontius Pilate&lt;br /&gt;        washed his hands of the&lt;br /&gt;        innocent&lt;br /&gt;        for the sake of the&lt;br /&gt;        mob. so too do politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    to have never seen a&lt;br /&gt;        nefarious soul&lt;br /&gt;        is to have never&lt;br /&gt;        met a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    if you’ve ever made a&lt;br /&gt;        shady deal&lt;br /&gt;        for the sake of&lt;br /&gt;        progress,&lt;br /&gt;        then you too have become a&lt;br /&gt;        politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    tea kettles boil over&lt;br /&gt;             and&lt;br /&gt;        scream like a&lt;br /&gt;        politician’ s&lt;br /&gt;        lover&lt;br /&gt;        at the height of their&lt;br /&gt;        climax during&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;em&gt;adulterous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    children grow up wishing&lt;br /&gt;        to be&lt;br /&gt;        President,&lt;br /&gt;             and&lt;br /&gt;        change the world. little&lt;br /&gt;        do they know…&lt;br /&gt;        even the&lt;br /&gt;        President               &lt;br /&gt;        is a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;S. Gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5261372247866741732?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5261372247866741732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5261372247866741732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5261372247866741732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5261372247866741732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/01/while-im-on-topic.html' title='While I&apos;m on the Topic...'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-2758163311220681875</id><published>2008-01-17T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:16:56.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Been Thinking</title><content type='html'>1st off...Happy New Year to all of the lovely people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like since I’ve left college, I’ve gotten dumber. Well…not dumber, but it seems as though my mind can be kinda slow when I’m speaking and trying to get the words out. Maybe that’s because I don’t do much talking at work…and when I’m home I don’t do much talking either. I don’t know, but I don’t like it; it’s just a strange thing to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t posted in awhile because I’ve been caught up in doing other things. I keep painting…and as these things keep accumulating in my apartment, eventually I will have to have a showing and try to sell them, though I love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been exploring new areas of spirituality. I don’t know what will come of it yet, but I’ve become interested in the Buddhist way of living/thinking. I’m all for kindness, love, and thinking of others before yourself. I’ve been reading the book “How to Practice the Way to a Meaningful Life” by His Holiness the Dalai Lama and a lot of the things mentioned in there really resonate with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Politix&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course right now the main buzz out there is about the primaries. I want to go into things more, but a) I’m not a political pundit and b) I just don’t feel like it. With that said, here are some brief thoughts on things that have occurred thus far:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;congrats to Obama for the Iowa win, I’m sure that gave him and his camp some extra umph.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hillary on MLK….*shakin my head* you shoulda just kept your mouth shut woman &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it sucks that Hillary was on the Tyra show…what Presidential candidate needs to go on the Tyra show just to come across as approachable. Yea I get that she’s trying to reach females, but if she’s not warm and cuddly, she’s just not warm and cuddly. Shouldn’t really effect her ability to be a good president&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob Johnson – you freaking idiot…you freaking shuckin and jivin’…coonin’ @ss idiot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hillary &amp;amp; Bill…get your boy Johnson in check. Shame on the both of yall for not saying something when he was up there showing his arse, and boo to Bob for that whack @ss apology. We all know what you REALLY were saying. We aren’t dumb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michelle Obama…I like how you’re sticking by and speaking out for your man. Classy lady that you are. *applause*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Poor Edwards…won’t &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vote for a white male for president anymore??? Seriously, I kinda like you Edwards, don’t think you’ll get the Presidential bid…but I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the White House as VP. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feb. 5th…you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the News&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So Oprah has her &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/eonline/20080115/en_tv_eo/8b405ced_ad29485f_a195_ab5ff948bc7d"&gt;OWN Network&lt;/a&gt; …go head O! The woman is an empire all in herself. I’m interested in seeing what she’s going to do with this. Might have to upgrade that cable package to check her out, lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marion Jones is gonna do jail time &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/01/16/AR2008011601652.html"&gt;jail time&lt;/a&gt;. Damn baby girl, you were my she-ro…at least a lil bit. Sad to see you too are about to do time behind bars. I hate how illegal drug use can ruin an athelete’s career and reputation. Of course all past races she won will now be in question. Damn homie…damn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britney Spears…the woman needs help and prayer. The media needs to leave her the heck alone so that she can get herself together. On the flipside…I find it kind of ironic that America’s Sweetheart is now in such a dire state. It kind of speaks volumes about American society doesn’t it? It does to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Inc, celebrates &lt;a href="http://aka1908.com/centennial/"&gt;100 years of sisterhood &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; gets a new &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/business/736305,CST-FIN-Barbie11web.article"&gt;Barbie doll&lt;/a&gt;! How cool is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well ladies and germs, that’s it for now. Have a beautifully productive and peaceful (yes the two can coexist) day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless and Bliss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-2758163311220681875?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/2758163311220681875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=2758163311220681875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2758163311220681875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2758163311220681875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-thinking.html' title='Been Thinking'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3675016367699408462</id><published>2007-12-18T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:23:48.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Poem &amp; A Question</title><content type='html'>But first the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preface: the following poem is loosely based on the mythological tale of Hippolyte (queen of the Amazons) and Herakles aka Hercules who, after sent on a quest to take her belt, fell in love with her. Hera then sent false word to the Amazons saying that Herakles was there to kill their queen and so they attacked. Herakles killed many Amazons in that battle, including Hippolyte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hippolyte Reincarnate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Modern Day Tragedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;born and raised as an Amazon&lt;br /&gt;in the harsh reality of a fatherless&lt;br /&gt;home, she was taught the value of&lt;br /&gt;self and to look out for&lt;br /&gt;self and to distrust those of the&lt;br /&gt;weaker&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a determination unbreakable,&lt;br /&gt;she strode through life breaking&lt;br /&gt;hearts and taking charge&lt;br /&gt;vowing to never fall prey&lt;br /&gt;to those of the&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;chromosome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepia skinned, almond eyed, and&lt;br /&gt;with hair like lamb's wool, she stood tall&lt;br /&gt;embracing her heritage&lt;br /&gt;reveling in the untold power&lt;br /&gt;that lay in her&lt;br /&gt;graceful&lt;br /&gt;hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was queen&lt;br /&gt;epitome&lt;br /&gt;of all Amazons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the day in which she saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;rise in the eyes of a lad...the strongest of men&lt;br /&gt;a demi-god and a legend, on a quest&lt;br /&gt;to steal the queen's heart he won her hand and&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;powerless under his gaze&lt;br /&gt;she fell and with her the hopes of her clan&lt;br /&gt;as she bore&lt;br /&gt;babe...after&lt;br /&gt;babe...after&lt;br /&gt;babe...all in the sake of &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt;...name&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt;...love&lt;br /&gt;and when her hero took flight with his treasure,&lt;br /&gt;her strength shattered&lt;br /&gt;the fallen heroine slowly...died inside&lt;br /&gt;and piece...by piece...by piece...&lt;br /&gt;her once fortified soul faded and the dreams&lt;br /&gt;she once held dear became no more than a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the question...what are your thoughts on this poem? how does it make you feel as a man or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally i dont ask others specific questions about my work save, 'what do you think' but i got an interesting response today in which someone called the poem sexist propaganda. which struck me as odd and kinda funny given the fact that that wasnt my intention in writing the piece. but enough from me, im waiting to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3675016367699408462?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3675016367699408462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3675016367699408462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3675016367699408462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3675016367699408462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/12/poem-question.html' title='A Poem &amp; A Question'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-512508937255482723</id><published>2007-12-10T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:19:09.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Jump on In, the Water's Fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;no point in apologizing for what seems to be repeated offenses, lol. i can admit that keeping a blog full time and on a regular basis, just ain't my thing. nontheless i got ish to say, so let's get to it, shall we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents I give you... The Dream Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www0.eurweb.com/images/articles/200712/oprah&amp;amp;barack(007-med).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www0.eurweb.com/images/articles/200712/oprah&amp;amp;barack(007-med).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;eurweb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea folks, that's it right there. something about Oprah's endorsement and the fan fare that followed the events in Iowa and South Carolina kinda tickled me. it will be interesting to see what Oprah's continued endorsement of Obama will have on his campaign. can't hurt to have Oprah on your side right? yea, i didn't think so either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Obama, and i dig his whole 'change' platform. it seems as though Black folks still tend to favor Clinton, and you've got to ask why. i think that the reason has something to do with the fact that we dont think a Black candidate will win the presidency. some would say the country isnt 'ready' for a Black president. well my dears, the country is only as ready as we try to make it be. we'll never know until we try, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho...onto other things, life is grand for me personally. nothing's perfect, but im happy nonetheless. since my last post, ive celebrated my 24th year on this earth, got a new tattoo, got my apartment furnished for free (thanks be to God for Her mercies and blessings), been dating someone i can tolerate (lol), and have begun to read up on and considering a new religious/spiritual direction in Buddhism. funny what can happen in a month or two, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are upon us, and ive been going back and forth with how i want to celebrate them or if i want to celebrate them at all. after last year's christmas, i got to thinking about what the holiday means to me and what society seems to make it appear to be. did a lil digging and found that Jesus really wasnt the reason for the season, which kinda spun me for a loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think im slowly starting to resolve it all for myself. i mean, i gotta admit, i love xmas songs. i love snow on christmas day, and the warm glow that comes from a beautiful christmas tree. whether the meaning behind it all has to do with God or not is one thing, but cosmetically speaking, xmas can be a lovely time. i love the idea of family and friends comming together around this time of year. it seems to be the one time outta the year that people allow their hearts to defrost a lil and are open to giving and being kind to others. for that reason i love the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to deny christmas, neigh, i tried to shun it. but ignoring the commercialism of it all and focusing on what it symbolizes, the peace, joy, and goodwill towards (wo)men...brings it all back to center for me. ive got my gifts for those i care about, and truly i want not a thing for the holidays save spending time with the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i painted a new piece, check it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buddhA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a566.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/47/l_467498b662264a39d9d57ad79b4ec8b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a566.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/47/l_467498b662264a39d9d57ad79b4ec8b5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight kiddies, im outta here for now. ill be back...hopefully later this week. got some thoughts floatin round in the cranium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-512508937255482723?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/512508937255482723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=512508937255482723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/512508937255482723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/512508937255482723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/12/jump-on-in-waters-fine.html' title='Jump on In, the Water&apos;s Fine'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-4356063410514536656</id><published>2007-11-02T15:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:19:42.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Friday</title><content type='html'>and i mentioned how i'd been on a creative kick lately, i thought i'd share some pieces with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"StrongMen" (inspired by poem of same title by Sterling A Brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a715.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/107/l_55f2da4f6e38c5840dc04abc9b564f12.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what dreams are made of"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a761.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/1/l_a496b85354748c79a05a6018414c87f8.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kiss this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a99.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/76/l_a4233ce7da6ae5d506d33b472a6d3c9a.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-4356063410514536656?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/4356063410514536656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=4356063410514536656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4356063410514536656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4356063410514536656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-its-friday.html' title='Because It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3882017577198903587</id><published>2007-11-01T11:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:10:47.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Look Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So I realize that I’m not always the best at giving those constant, up-to-date blogs. Blogging on a regular basis is like a full time job – hats off to those who do it and do so well. I’ve been off in the world just handling some business and dipping back into my creative side yet again. It’s interesting how my creative energy intensifies when I’m in the midst of other creative spirits. Ah…and on a not so creative note, I took my GREs, and I guess you can say I’m on step closer to applying to grad school. Woot. Though truthfully, sometimes I wonder what life has in store for me and how I’m to balance my interests, talents, and desires…but that could be another post in and of itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no my friends, I’ve come to you today to just put some stuff out into the universe…let me preface things by stating quite simply that I try to be in tune with my surroundings. I try to ‘feel’ and absorb the world…don’t ask me why, I just do. With that said, I think it’s suffice and rather redundant to say that America has a race issue *duh* but what tickles me is that some people seemed to have forgotten that. Michael Richardson, Don Imus, the situation in Jena (talking about the nooses AND the in-justice system), the recent revival of using &lt;a href="http://jackandjillpolitics.blogspot.com/2007/10/nooses-when-retro-goes-too-far.html"&gt;nooses&lt;/a&gt; as a form of intimidation and hatred, and now with Dog the Bounty Hunter’s most recent &lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story/eur38158.cfm"&gt;outburst&lt;/a&gt; (though his comments were said in private)….It seems as though too many have forgotten that race is an issue in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To paraphrase Marcus Mabry in his book “White Bucks &amp;amp; Black –Eyed Pease: Coming of Age Black in White America” he muses that while race relations have changed materially, they haven’t changed spiritually…What I take from that is that, although we minorities have access to opportunities that our predecessors did not, the larger society still has an inherent issue with us. We are still resented, feared, and looked upon as being different (as a negative). It isn’t until that spiritually ill is improved that we can say that racism and all its bastard children (discrimination, prejudice, unwarranted hatred, etc) no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all jumbled y’all…no matter how hard you work, how much money you make, you will still be seen as ‘lesser’ and as the ‘other’ by society. Any one have any ideas as to how you go about collectively working on the ‘inner man’ of your fellow human beings? I, for one, am at a loss. Race is such a touchy issue that it makes it hard for a good deal of us to talk about it rationally without getting emotional and losing our point along the way. There’s such pressure to outwardly be PC and say the ‘right things’ so as not to offend anyone, but what do is that if we really don’t fully understand why it isn’t right to say those things? Or how saying those things might make others feel? Shouldn’t we at least be able to honestly discuss what has been going on here? If you take a look around it isn’t that hard to see that opportunities and advantages in this country are skewed based upon race and a system of privilege and inheritance that was (again) established upon racism, discrimination, and slavery. It’s all connected, all linked, and so today to talk about race and discrimination without addressing past wrongs and how they have all compounded upon one another to get us to the situation we are in today is rather illogical and changes the make-up of the discussion to make it appear to be a lot less worse than it really is. Racism isn’t just an individual’s problem; we can’t just point at one person or one group of individuals as we shake our heads in disapproval, content with our own self-righteousness…we need to instead realize that the slurs and acts of hate that have been surfacing recently are indicators that the American society isn’t as accepting and understanding as we’d like to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, we’d all be able to sit and talk about some of these issues in a way where everyone’s opinions can be heard and we’d all be informed as to the history of discrimination, disenfranchisement, and prejudice that have helped to shape this country and American society. Ideally. I’m no fool, so to think that this day will magically appear isn’t going to do me or anyone else any bit of good. Still, a girl can dream can’t she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3882017577198903587?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3882017577198903587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3882017577198903587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3882017577198903587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3882017577198903587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/11/take-look-around.html' title='Take A Look Around'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3194451374137859256</id><published>2007-09-26T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:54:14.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Hold it Right There Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Last weekend, a YouTube video emerged of televangelist Juanita Bynum asking her partners to sow an emergency seed -- any seed you can sow: $300, $500, $1,000 -- because she has been led by God to a new "threshing floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The new property, 30 acres of land with 12 acres of lakefront, will be used for the new Juanita Bynum Ministry. The property costs approximately $200,000. (&lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story/eur37092.cfm"&gt;more here&lt;/a&gt;)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to be kidding me. Seriously…God told you you needed a $200,000 threshing floor? While I think it very sad and unfortunate that Sista Bynum is going through so much turbulence in her life right now, I don’t think that asking the public to ‘sow a seed’ of 20 g’s is going to place her in a better spiritual and emotional state. What people need to do is to sow a seed of prayer and love for this hurting woman and her husband – both of whom are obviously troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Televangelists, false prophets…slay me. I’m sorry, I don’t see how a $200,000 room will help you get any closer to God. I know Paul and the other disciples got closer to God in their rags and in jail cells than they would have in palaces with fine silks and linens. This exploitation of folks and their money in the sake of religion needs to be stopped and this woman should really be ashamed of herself. What makes this even worse though, is that I can just feel that somehow someway people will chip in their money so that she can get this room. What about sending that $200,000 to Africa to help with AIDS relief? Or down to New Orleans to help those who are still struggling to get their lives back on track?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about the nature of man and God that has made us so blind to reason and rationale in the sake of ‘faith’? It really makes me wonder if we really know our Creator at all. I can’t propose that I do, but I just feel in my own spirit that the lengths to which people will allow themselves to be manipulated and duped by those claiming to be messengers of the Most High bespeaks of some kind of emptiness in their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God speaks to us in many ways and while He/She might instruct us to do many things…somehow…this just doesn’t feel right to me. We need to wake up out of this paralyzed state we’re in and stop trying to make God the reason for our less-than-godly actions and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3194451374137859256?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3194451374137859256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3194451374137859256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3194451374137859256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3194451374137859256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/09/hold-it-right-there-sister.html' title='Hold it Right There Sister'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3416652163373966966</id><published>2007-09-24T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:57:24.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>yea...yea i know...my bad. things have been a littlebusy around here, with my little sis moving down here to attend college. it's lovely to have fam in the area, and ive been doin the big sis thing and makin sure she's settled and taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said...you've been on my mind. my blog...and those who read it...i know i havent been the best lately at keeping things current, but on top of being busy i fell into another quiet spell. hate it when that happens, but the mind needs time to process new info, and hell...sometiems i just wanna be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not thinknin of keepin a video blog in addition to my blog here, and so you can always go and subscribe to mzkre8tivity over on youtube or keep reading here (ill be posting vids here too). my 1st 'episode' is about the Jena 6 'movement'/peaceful demonstration in DC. i couldnt make it to Jena, but the NAACP arranged for somethinin DC as well. wasnt what i expected, and so here's the 1st part of the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UVAGsNnEuw" width="425" height="353" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to my user account on youtube to view the other two parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessin's&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3416652163373966966?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3416652163373966966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3416652163373966966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3416652163373966966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3416652163373966966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-long-time.html' title='Been A Long Time'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-2948051710474500923</id><published>2007-08-30T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:06:12.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Breaking the Silence</title><content type='html'>Can’t believe that it’s been a month to the day since I’ve written a post, but I guess that’s just how it can be sometimes. There’s a lot of information out there in the world about a vast amount of topics, and I’m still trying to get a hold of it all. There is a lot…a LOT of talking going on right now about whatever is sensational and of the moment…frankly I’m disgusted with how we pose and postulate, but don’t act. I know I’ve said it before, but that’s just how I feel. And so…with all the ‘talking’ going on, I just didn’t want to say anything, though I had my own opinions on what’s been going on…I just didn’t want to speak/write. So I haven’t until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life…is beautiful…though it puts a strain on us at times, but overall I am happy and blessed. Today I did something I haven’t don’t in awhile…I wrote a poem. Poetry is a love of mine, but he and I haven’t been vibing lately because as good as he and I can be together, sometimes I just need my space. And it’s only when I’m in the most despair and looking for the words to express how I’m feeling that I come back to him, and we make up and it’s all good till I get into one of my moods and give him the silent treatment. Yea, so here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;swans don’t sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;swans don’t sing / as they&lt;br /&gt;perish&lt;br /&gt;they release a wail that haunts your soul / a&lt;br /&gt;wail that bemoans&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of what once was never to&lt;br /&gt;be come(s) its last&lt;br /&gt;will &amp;amp; testament as it trans(ends) this&lt;br /&gt;plane to the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to me children and i&lt;br /&gt;will sing you a song without words or melody / i&lt;br /&gt;sing it (f)orte in the key of maj#r regret at&lt;br /&gt;3/5th time / i will sing you the swan song&lt;br /&gt;of a flock so in love with its&lt;br /&gt;own plumage that they never aspired&lt;br /&gt;to learn to fly / and so they perished earthly beings&lt;br /&gt;though they were created to soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;s.gray 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live.laugh.love...&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-2948051710474500923?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/2948051710474500923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=2948051710474500923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2948051710474500923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2948051710474500923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/08/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking the Silence'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5814221605867415736</id><published>2007-07-30T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:35:15.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fat for Fashion? Surely You Jest...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is a little more personal than I intended to get on this blog, but hey – it’s mine right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fat/big/plus-sized/’healthy’/’thicker than a snicker’ *giggle*/voluptuous, etc. has it’s ups and downs, goods and bads, pluses (no pun intended) and minus. One thorn in my side of being a big girl is fashion. Now, those who know me personally, know I’ve got my own style/flavor and it changes with my moods, but overall I’m fly – yea, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was blog browsing today, I came across several gems on plus sized fashion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://14fashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fashionista; Size 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manolobig.com/"&gt;Manolo for the Big Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toofatforfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Too Fat for Fashion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the blogs to be quite interesting as I&lt;br /&gt;1. am a plus sized vixen, and&lt;br /&gt;2. I happen to love fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading, I came across a post about &lt;a href="http://toofatforfashion.blogspot.com/2007/07/old-navy-takes-final-step-in-its.html"&gt;Old Navy’s size bias&lt;/a&gt; and as I sat and read it…I had to nod my head in agreement. I don’t know how many of you out there shop at Old Navy…but I like the place for an occasional cheap sweater/skirt. Thing is, lately I’ve noticed they don’t make the same stuff in the Women’s and Women’s Plus sizes…The pieces they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; venture to make in Plus aren’t nearly as cute as the items in the smaller sizes. Now, me being an 18, I can go either way – but that shouldn’t have to be the case. Or rather, what about those women who &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;? For the record, fat does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; equivocate frumpy fashion, and I need for more designers/stores to get with that. I’m young, I’m fly, and yea I got curves in the right (and some wrong) places, but damnit that doesn’t mean that I or those like me are less deserving of some good looking clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do? I sent an email to their customer service. I don’t know if they realize how much more money they’d make if they stepped their game up a little bit. America is slowly becoming the land of the large, I cant say that I’m glad about it, but the clothing designers and manufacturers need to get with it and accept the big fat truth – fat people ain’t going nowhere anytime soon, so make us some damn clothes that look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5814221605867415736?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5814221605867415736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5814221605867415736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5814221605867415736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5814221605867415736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-fat-for-fashion-surely-you-jest.html' title='Too Fat for Fashion? Surely You Jest...'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5686533548177806113</id><published>2007-07-24T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:22:02.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AM Reflections</title><content type='html'>I've been gone awhile it feels. I had my wisdom teeth pulled last week (all four), and spent the rest of that weeke recovering (read: eating all the ice cream I wanted and getting obscene amounts of sleep). I won't get into a full on post now, but I wanted to leave you with this quote by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Baldwin_(writer)"&gt;James Baldwin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also much more than that. So are we all."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5686533548177806113?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5686533548177806113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5686533548177806113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5686533548177806113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5686533548177806113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-reflections.html' title='AM Reflections'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5107645555874478194</id><published>2007-07-15T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:40:47.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Listen...and Internalize</title><content type='html'>The Revolution Will Not Be Televised - Gil Scott-Heron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTCQSk2l8bc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTCQSk2l8bc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitey's On the Moon - Gil Scott-Heron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5smPcN8AoE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5smPcN8AoE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5107645555874478194?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5107645555874478194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5107645555874478194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5107645555874478194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5107645555874478194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-listenand-internalize.html' title='Just Listen...and Internalize'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-6179607358466089688</id><published>2007-07-13T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:14:28.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>i think my mind might be fried. or maybe it's just that there's too much going on in my life, in addition to the events that have been going on in the world. there isn't enough time in a day...i need more sleep...but there are things i still need to get done, but am too tired/preoccupied to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a vacation...from life *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past couple of weeks ive come into contact with a lot of information in regards to our people, society, race, etc. im still trying to process it all while taking on even more information. ive found myself being 'mentored' by Andrea of &lt;a href="http://www.uppitynegro.com/"&gt;UppityNegro&lt;/a&gt; and she's been giving me some great stuff to read in addition to the material i already 'assisgned' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im in college again. my mind is weary, but i feel like im catching up on a lot of things i didnt know. im reaching a new level of understanding and that's wonderful &amp; terrifying at the same time. wonderful because i feel like im getting closer to something...what i dont know for sure. but im learning things that i/we really should have learned long ago. terrifying because i feel like i can see into some ofd the issues that plague us...the possible solution...and the fear that we'd reject the solution (and we have been doing just that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk about how i hate/think it's pointless to talk about/overanalyze the problems. i talk about how we should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; something. yet im stuck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you all because i havent figured out exactly &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to do what i think needs to be done. ha, irony...no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contrary to popular belief, one cant solve the problems of the Black community all by their lonesome. no great Black leader will emerge just in the nick of time to save us from ourselves. if we are to do better, we need to work as one. we need to work together and build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was privy to an email exchange between Andrea and a young woman she worked with, and in it some of the things i'd been thinking as of late became apparent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;for some of us who already know the 'deal' with race and racism in the country, news of new injustices arent a surprise, are really arent going to &lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt; us. if we were/are concerned at all, we dont need the reminders to rekindle what should have already been a fire blazing for social change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are a reactionary people; collectively and individually (some of us). why do we enormally wait until something goes from obviously bad to blatently worse before we decide we want to take action (examples: Imus, video 'ho's', the N word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my generation is in trouble. we have been lead to believe that community service, a college degree, and a nice salary will change the world and better our race. WRONG. its gonna take a lot more than that, we have to think innovatively, work collaboratively, challenge the old ways and assumptions, and really get dirty. basically, we're gonna have to get in the trenches if we want to really win this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we dont like hearing the truth...even though it could set us free. we'd much rather tell ourselves we've made it versus admitting that we're far from reaching the goal. we're not doing nearly enough to make things better, but we refuse to be told otherwise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not meaning to be such a Debbie Downer, but that's just how i see things right now. i do hop ethat one day things will change, just havent figured out how yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a couple of pieces id like to share and speak on at length, but given my current state of mind, i dont know what i'd be able to do that. so here are a couple of pieces for you to sink your teeth into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackagendareport.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=261&amp;Itemid=33"&gt;Losing What We Never Had: White Privilege and Deferred Dreams, Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The larger white society is getting ready to hold a party, to celebrate the end of racism, and lean back on their white privilege for the rest of their lives. It is an ongoing story of constant revision of history, and writing Black people out it. "It seems that every four years we see our struggle and needs ignored," writes the author, an historian. Presidential years are key to the revisionist project, they define the "new era." What follows is betrayal, as whites made up a feel-good version of history to justify their past actions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackagendareport.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;id=267&amp;amp;Itemid=33"&gt;Losing What We Never Had: White Privilege &amp; the Deferred Dreams of Black America, Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Modern political mythology, also believed by Blacks, maintains that Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal and the post-World War Two college and housing benefits for veterans were unmitigated boons for African Americans. However, in many ways, the opposite is true. The New Deal, largely shaped to appease racist southern lawmakers, actually codified Black inferior status, while elevating poor whites. And returning Black veterans got only a tiny fraction of the benefits of the GI Bill. President Johnson's Sixties War on Poverty effectively lasted only three years – at the end of which, the hopes of the Black poor were smashed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackagendareport.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;id=271&amp;amp;Itemid=33"&gt;How to Destroy an African-American City in Thirty-Three Steps – Lessons from Katrina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"How can we destroy a Black city? - let us count the ways. Federal, state and local officials appear to have compiled a comprehensive list of destructive acts of commission and omission - and pursued every possible tactic to permanently de-Blacken New Orleans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackcommentator.com/231/231_between_the_lines_black_agenda_pf.html"&gt;What’s The Greater Obstacle To Black Progress: No Black Agenda, or Too Many Blacks With An Agenda?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Certainly, the great leaders and change activists of the Nineteenth and Twentieth centuries, and even in the Twenty-first century recognize the inherent relationship between struggle and progress. Yet, more than ever, the Black community, in the collective sense, has become increasingly conflicted about what the struggle is and what progress has been made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackagendareport.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;id=264&amp;Itemid=33"&gt;Majoring in Minstrelsy: White Students, Blackface and the Failure of Mainstream Multiculturalism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"White kids apparently believe they have the right to mock and deride Black people, as a sport. When they are caught in the act, they retreat to a position of "non-racism" - after having committed profoundly racist acts. Putting on "Black" wigs and darkening their bodies, these fiends who are going to become the leaders of "their" country act out the historical narrative of conquest and dehumanization. White youth hide behind "multi-culturalism" to solidify their social status, as rulers of the world, while talkin' Black talk, and tryr'na do the Black walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackagendareport.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;id=265&amp;amp;Itemid=33"&gt;Whiteness as a Right of Passage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Poor people from poor countries populated America, and then became "white." That was their right of passage. It is the saga of the American immigrants, who now turn on the new immigrants, as they did on the Black laborers who worked alongside them. They chose whiteness. Now they turn on Mexicans - who are also not of their race. Racism is the game. White supremacy is the object, and the at root of discourse around "legal vs. illegal immigration." It has always been. White America is out to protect its hard earned whiteness. But for Black America. the stakes are different. Do we need a whiter America?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-6179607358466089688?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/6179607358466089688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=6179607358466089688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6179607358466089688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6179607358466089688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/07/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-6726381420831846932</id><published>2007-07-12T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:12:05.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injustice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>We Just in Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courtesy of the New York Times: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;July 12, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patchwork City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Road to New Life After Katrina Is Closed to Many &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By SHAILA DEWAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVENT, La. — This was not how Cindy Cole pictured her life at 26: living in a mobile home park called Sugar Hill, wedged amid the refineries and cane fields of tiny St. James Parish, 18 miles from the nearest supermarket. Sustaining three small children on nothing but food stamps, with no playground, no security guards and nowhere to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Ms. Cole was supposed to be paying $275 a month for a two-bedroom house in the Lower Ninth Ward — next door to her mother, across the street from her aunt, with a child care network that extended the length and breadth of her large New Orleans family. With her house destroyed and no job or savings, however, her chances of recreating that old reality are slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thousands of evacuees like Ms. Cole, going home to New Orleans has become a vague and receding dream. Living in bleak circumstances, they cannot afford to go back, or have nothing to go back to. Over the two years since Hurricane Katrina hit, the shock of evacuation has hardened into the grim limbo of exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We in storage,” said Ann Picard, 49, cocking her arm toward the blind white cracker box of a house she shares with Ms. Cole, her niece, and Ms. Cole’s three children. “We just in storage.” (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/12/us/nationalspecial/12exile.html?pagewanted=1&amp;th&amp;amp;emc=th"&gt;read full article&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-6726381420831846932?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/6726381420831846932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=6726381420831846932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6726381420831846932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6726381420831846932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-just-in-storage.html' title='We Just in Storage'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5734126286568027719</id><published>2007-07-12T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:36:13.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffice to Say I Dig Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Been gone for awhile…just information overload, coupled with the fam being in town for the week…I’m still recovering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been listening to Incubus for the past 2-3 weeks straight, and I have to say…they are forreal. Hands down, no questions asked, this band is the sh*t. I dug their singles back in the day, but it wasn’t till a few weeks ago when I was on &lt;a href="http://blindiforthekids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blind I's blog&lt;/a&gt; that I downloaded their compilation of Incubus songs and gave it a real listen. I was hooked. I could go on about how great I think they are, but what really gets me about their music is the lyrics are so on point; it’s poetry, it’s prose, it’s just good sh*t. Now I don’t normally like to do this, but check the lyrics for this song called ‘Make Yourself.’ If I feel so inspired I might come back later today and put some songs up for your consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I hadn't made meI would've been made somehow&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't assembled myself&lt;br /&gt;I'dve fallen apart by now&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't made me&lt;br /&gt;I'd be more inclined to bow&lt;br /&gt;Powers that be would have swallowed me up&lt;br /&gt;But that's more than I can allow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let them make you&lt;br /&gt;They'll make you papier-mache&lt;br /&gt;At a distance you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Until the wind comes&lt;br /&gt;Then you crumble and blow away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let them fuck you&lt;br /&gt;There will be no foreplay&lt;br /&gt;But rest assured&lt;br /&gt;They'll screw you complete&lt;br /&gt;Til' your ass is blue and grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should make amends with you&lt;br /&gt;If only for better health&lt;br /&gt;But if you really want to live&lt;br /&gt;Why not try and Make Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't made me&lt;br /&gt;I'dve fallen apart by now&lt;br /&gt;I won't let em' make me&lt;br /&gt;It's more than I can allow&lt;br /&gt;So when I make me&lt;br /&gt;I won't be papier-mache&lt;br /&gt;And if I fuck me&lt;br /&gt;I'll fuck me in my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should make amends with you&lt;br /&gt;If only for better health&lt;br /&gt;But if you really want to live&lt;br /&gt;Why not try and Make Yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5734126286568027719?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5734126286568027719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5734126286568027719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5734126286568027719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5734126286568027719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/07/suffice-to-say-i-dig-them.html' title='Suffice to Say I Dig Them'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-2964969656556076396</id><published>2007-07-10T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:58:24.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>For the Fellas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RpPV34LvMYI/AAAAAAAAABE/EIQgZKHSXQM/s1600-h/Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085643560182559106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RpPV34LvMYI/AAAAAAAAABE/EIQgZKHSXQM/s200/Woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real woman knows how to be a woman. She knows how to handle her business, whether that be in the bedroom, on the street, or doing her thing in the office. She does not, repeat, does NOT need a man to tell her what he ‘thinks’ she ought to be, how she ought to look, how she ought to speak. We’re people, not pets – sorry fellas. I’m just mystified by the amount of men…correction, boys playing dress-up, who either don’t know how to respect a woman or just care not to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don’t want to be whispered at on the street. Grabbing at my hand, arm, ass even, to get my attention is NOT going to get you any play – we are not your playthings, and our worth far exceeds what’s between our thighs. We don’t want to hear your weak @ss lines, you have NO game – why is it that people even look at it as being game in the first place? I don’t care how much you might have in the bank or what you drive – real women aren’t gold-diggers, we can take care of our damn selves and THENsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to get a good woman in your life, you need to learn to respect us. We are the way through which human life is created, can we get a little appreciation? Talk to us and treat us like we’re people, not objects. Don’t assume that we’re all out to ‘tie you down’ or ‘take you money’ or any of those foolish things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, this might sound a little angry, but sometimes a woman gets tired of hearing men complain about what a woman ought to be when next to nothing is said about what he NEEDS to be. So, instead trying to get us to step our game up, how about some of y’all grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w-o-m-a-n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-2964969656556076396?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/2964969656556076396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=2964969656556076396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2964969656556076396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2964969656556076396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-fellas.html' title='For the Fellas...'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RpPV34LvMYI/AAAAAAAAABE/EIQgZKHSXQM/s72-c/Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-2778197812788322914</id><published>2007-06-28T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:02:51.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.I.A.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><title type='text'>M.I.A. - Boyz</title><content type='html'>Tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZv-G7IISgs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZv-G7IISgs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-2778197812788322914?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/2778197812788322914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=2778197812788322914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2778197812788322914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/2778197812788322914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/mia-boyz.html' title='M.I.A. - Boyz'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-6339228625303900856</id><published>2007-06-19T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T17:00:42.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juneteenth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emancipation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Happy Juneteenth Everyone :)</title><content type='html'>Juneteenth is the oldest known celebration commemorating the ending of slavery in the United States. Dating back to 1865, it was on June 19th that the Union soldiers, led by Major General Gordon Granger, landed at Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that the enslaved were now free. Note that this was two and a half years after President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation - which had become official January 1, 1863. The Emancipation Proclamation had little impact on the Texans due to the minimal number of Union troops to enforce the new Executive order. However, with the surrender of General Lee in April of 1865, and the arrival of General Granger’s regiment, the forces were finally strong enough to influence and overcome the resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later attempts to explain this two and a half year delay in the receipt of this important news have yielded several versions that have been handed down through the years. Often told is the story of a messenger who was murdered on his way to Texas with the news of freedom. Another, is that the news was deliberately withheld by the enslavers to maintain the labor force on the plantations. And still another, is that federal troops actually waited for the slave owners to reap the benefits of one last cotton harvest before going to Texas to enforce the Emancipation Proclamation. All or none of them could be true. For whatever the reason, conditions in Texas remained status quo well beyond what was statutory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Order Number 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of General Granger’s first orders of business was to read to the people of Texas, General Order Number 3 which began most significantly with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The people of Texas are informed that in accordance with a Proclamation from&lt;br /&gt;the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free. This involves an absolute equality of rights and rights of property between former masters and slaves, and the connection heretofore existing between them becomes that between employer and free laborer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reactions to this profound news ranged from pure shock to immediate jubilation. While many lingered to learn of this new employer to employee relationship, many left before these offers were completely off the lips of their former 'masters' - attesting to the varying conditions on the plantations and the realization of freedom. Even with nowhere to go, many felt that leaving the plantation would be their first grasp of freedom. North was a logical destination and for many it represented true freedom, while the desire to reach family members in neighboring states drove the some into Louisiana, Arkansas and Oklahoma. Settling into these new areas as free men and women brought on new realities and the &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;challenges of establishing a heretofore non-existent status for black people in America&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Recounting the memories of that great day in June of 1865 and its festivities would serve as motivation as well as a release from the growing pressures encountered in their new territory. The celebration of June 19th was coined "Juneteenth" and grew with more participation from descendants. The Juneteenth celebration was a time for reassuring each other, for praying and for gathering remaining family members. Juneteenth continued to be highly revered in Texas decades later, with many former slaves and descendants making an annual pilgrimage back to Galveston on this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.juneteenth.com/"&gt;http://www.juneteenth.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-6339228625303900856?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/6339228625303900856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=6339228625303900856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6339228625303900856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6339228625303900856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-juneteenth-everyone.html' title='Happy Juneteenth Everyone :)'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-1250352457257283163</id><published>2007-06-19T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T09:38:49.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sterotypes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Payne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='size'/><title type='text'>Tyler's Critics Are at It Again</title><content type='html'>I respect Tyler Perry and his work a lot; this is a man who came up from homelessness to millionaire status all by the grace of God. His plays and movies have always had a positive spiritual message in them, and they’re something you can go see with the whole family. Now I haven’t caught House of Payne yet, as I don’t really do much TV these days, but I must say I was kinda surprised to hear that he’s already getting criticism…for having fat people on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUH?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the critics (why do we listen to them anyway?) feel as though Tyler is perpetuating the stereotype of the ‘big Black Momma.’ Does this sound ridiculous to anyone else? There are several things I could say on the sheer hypocrisy of it all, but I think Tyler does it best when, in an email to his fans he states (emphasis added):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One person asked why does the mama have to be a "FAT BLACK WOMAN" and said that I am perpetuating stereotypes by putting these overweight people on the show, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as if there are no fat black women in America that are mothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. My mother and aunts are fat black women. And that upsets me to think that people, especially Black people, would say that I'm doing a disservice to America by putting them on T.V. &lt;strong&gt;Skinny does not make you beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt; There are all kinds of beautiful women in this world. And if we begin to look at the heart of a person rather than prejudge then we would see that we are missing some of the nicest and most talented people in the world. I'm sorry but I had to get that off my chest. I just don't like to see good people hurt because of ignorance and intolerance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Amen, Tyler. Amen. To read the whole article, go &lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story/eur34420.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-1250352457257283163?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/1250352457257283163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=1250352457257283163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1250352457257283163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1250352457257283163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/tylers-critics-are-at-it-again.html' title='Tyler&apos;s Critics Are at It Again'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-7193173201544408370</id><published>2007-06-18T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:05:36.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shucking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackface'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bamboozled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoodwinked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtv'/><title type='text'>Shuckin' &amp; Jivin'...Uh...I Meant Leanin &amp; Rockin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.besmark.com/minstrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.besmark.com/minstrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Along with the popular Three Six Mafia show "Adventures In HollyHood" and the&lt;br /&gt;curbside game show "Hood Fab," MTV Networks offers another take on Hood TV with "Dances From the Hood." (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sohh.com/articles/article.php/11875"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we all know how America loves another Minstrel Show. So um...when is the majority of Black America gonna wake up and realize the absurdity of something like this? Who needs white people in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackface"&gt;blackface&lt;/a&gt; when you can have Black folks in blackface?? It's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ultimate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; irony of ironies, is it not? Only...I don't know that these folks realize...or even care...that this is what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have the sudden urge to go watch "&lt;a href="http://www.bamboozledmovie.com/"&gt;Bamboozled&lt;/a&gt;" again...anyone wit me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-7193173201544408370?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/7193173201544408370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=7193173201544408370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7193173201544408370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7193173201544408370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/shuckin-jivinuhi-meant-leanin-rockin.html' title='Shuckin&apos; &amp; Jivin&apos;...Uh...I Meant Leanin &amp; Rockin&apos;'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-8471045462701544713</id><published>2007-06-18T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:19:19.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BDSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair dresser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Um...Black Power?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yea…I’m checking my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; account and I get a friend request from this &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/78811145"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt;. So I go to the page and voila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077453436061202850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/Rna8_6QDuaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ze7hbUFCHbs/s400/random1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take it all in…so I’m lookin at the page, and of course I had to share the absurdity of it all with you, my lovely readers. Out of natural curiosity I take a look at some of his blog entries…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077453625039763890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/Rna9K6QDubI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bH7djYcyEwg/s400/random2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I become a lil more disturbed. I guess this is some kind of BDSM thing?? Seems like the poor chap gets off on have a dominant Black woman tell him what to do, how to do it, and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now…my questions of course are…&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;WHY &lt;/strong&gt;is he in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; extended network??&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; did the man try to "friend" me? Was it the picture of me in the head wrap and the shades that did it? I was goin for neo-soul, not Black Militant Dominatrix Queen of All Whimpy White Men….WTF?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CLEARLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that’s my &lt;strong&gt;OTHER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blackMilitantDominatirxQueenOfAllWhimpyWhiteMen"&gt;myspace page&lt;/a&gt; (I bet you clicked on the link, didn’t you!).&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there something about me that’s particularly domineering?...scratch that, I know myself well enough to know the answer to that is a definitive and rather emphatic &lt;em&gt;YES&lt;/em&gt;…but whatever, lol.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[childish whine]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY &lt;/strong&gt;does he have more friends than meeeeeee?!?!? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;[/childish whine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um…yea, random funny things that happen to me. Woot. &lt;img src="http://www.smileyvillage.com/smilies/rolleye0014.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. did I mention that our Black Power lovin friend Tony is a hair dresser? I wonder if I could order him to re-color my locs...my roots are lookin mighty black again...meh he might like that too much tho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-8471045462701544713?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/8471045462701544713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=8471045462701544713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8471045462701544713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8471045462701544713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/umblack-power.html' title='Um...Black Power?'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/Rna8_6QDuaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ze7hbUFCHbs/s72-c/random1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3452137218788245240</id><published>2007-06-15T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:29:05.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mos def'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Tell the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A message to the President, courtesy of the Mighty Mos Def, Jadakiss, Eminem, and Immortal Technique&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tD5WlQ54Sg0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3452137218788245240?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3452137218788245240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3452137218788245240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3452137218788245240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3452137218788245240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/tell-truth.html' title='Tell the Truth'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-8439893855279486680</id><published>2007-06-14T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:29:57.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draaank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-pain'/><title type='text'>DRAAAAAAANK</title><content type='html'>lol, made me c.ol. (chuckle out loud, teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rTK0kFXJjd0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-8439893855279486680?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/8439893855279486680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=8439893855279486680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8439893855279486680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8439893855279486680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/imma-gonna-buy-youa-draaaaaaank.html' title='DRAAAAAAANK'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-1485210913848078914</id><published>2007-06-13T13:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:30:46.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malcolm X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><title type='text'>Our Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cmgww.com/historic/malcolm/images/photogallery/m030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cmgww.com/historic/malcolm/images/photogallery/m030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmgww.com/historic/malcolm/images/photogallery/m030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man was brilliant...and blessed with the ability to move, encourage, and wake us up. He was definitely our shining Black Prince and was shot down before his time. These are a few quotes that I took from Malcolm's interview with A.B. Spellman in May of 1964. It blows my mind to think that these words spoken over 40 years ago still have weight and carry much truth. To get the whole interview go &lt;a href="http://www.monthlyreview.org/564mx.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I know of no group that is promising unless it's radical. If it's not radical it is in no way involved effectively in the present struggle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet where are the radical groups of today? it seems like we're all just trying to 'organize' for the sake of saying we're for the struggle, but i've found that those who are truly radical with their ideals and approach are oft shunned and cast aside as being either a novelty or a...well, a radical. isn't change &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be radical?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"...the national leaders of the civil rights movement are out of touch with the problem and usually they are paid leaders....They are full-time leaders, they are professional leaders and whoever pays their salary has a great say-so in what they do and what they don't do, so naturally the ones who pay the salaries of these nationally known Negro leaders are the white liberals and white liberals are shocked and frightened whenever you mention anything about some X's."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;again Brother Malcolm is on point and speaking some truth that still holds in this day and time. we've got a lot of 'leaders' who are getting paid by shacking up with White-run corporations, and end up doing a whole lot of nothing for the people whom they are supposed to be serving. so why do we keep looking for the 'next great leader' or even looking to these rent-a-negro leaders to do the work that both you and i can do if only we employ some real thinking and activism??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I've never heard of a non-violent revolution or a revolution that was brought about by turning the other cheek, and so I believe that it is a crime for anyone to teach a person who is being brutalized to continue to accept that brutality without doing something to defend himself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think he said it well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I'm non-violent as long as somebody else is non-violent—as soon as they get violent they nullify my non-violence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Revolution is like a forest fire. It burns everything in its path. The people who are involved in a revolution don't become a part of the system—they destroy the system, they change the system...the Negro Revolution is no revolution because it condemns the system and then asks the system that it has condemned to accept them into their system"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this sums it up right here. revolution...what revolution? we are a bunch of semi-disgruntled lackadaisical folks who talk of change and postulate and pose about making progress, but we don't really move beyond that. why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we continue to compare ourselves to Whites? what they have, what they do, where they shop, how they govern...how many times have we said this system we're in does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; work in our favor? yet how many of us (myself included) are trying to make it into the very system that abhors our very existence? we tell ourselves that we've got to succeed in whatever field we're in, make good financial decisions, raise an ideal family, and set a 'good example' for the rest who are left struggling. really what good does that do? shouldnt we already know what it means to have our own, and to live a successful life? why are we still seeking the White man's acceptance? when will we realize that the only real acceptance that matters is our own? that we need to break down the corrupt system that we are living in and create a new one that shuns the oppression of any and all people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check the &lt;a href="http://www.monthlyreview.org/564mx.htm"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt;...forreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;CBrava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-1485210913848078914?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/1485210913848078914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=1485210913848078914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1485210913848078914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1485210913848078914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-prince.html' title='Our Prince'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-8734192271597756472</id><published>2007-06-12T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:31:03.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Republican'/><title type='text'>Makes Me Feel All Tingly Inside....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="dl_flvwidget" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="360" width="424" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11218"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9525"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://cdn.channel.aol.com/aolexd_widgets/widget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param 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type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/makes-me-feel-all-tingly-inside.html' title='Makes Me Feel All Tingly Inside....'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-903027145107702062</id><published>2007-06-11T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:16:43.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'No Homo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"So for the past few years nearly every time I hear Black men nearing a point of emotional intimacy two words quickly have haunted the moment, "no homo." Picture this Sicily... err, I mean, so picture this, you've mentored a brother for the past 5 years, talked him through some major life issues: college, divorce, depression, women, etc. and he's about to take off for a far off land. He takes a moment to express his thanks for the love that you've showed him over the years and how you've improved his life and he punctuates his statement with "no homo." Not only has it happened once, but it's happened multiple times with the brothas that I've worked with. But the reason it urks me so much, is that so many of these brothas are the "good brothas", the brothas who have attempted to push on issues of gender, inequality at large and sexuality... well maybe not so much the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "no homo" movement seems to have grown directly out of Hip-Hop's obsession with hyper-masculinity. (&lt;a href="http://www.blackatmichigan.blogspot.com/"&gt; more...&lt;/a&gt;) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely noticed this trend among Black men to use the words ‘no homo’ to downplay their display of emotions or affections. It bothers me. Namely because it gives the message that the showing of emotion or being kind to another man is a symbol of being homosexual, or that the outward display of emotion is clearly exclusive to homosexuals. Does anyone else find that to be ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about the Black man…yea, even the Black woman to an extent, that makes them SO damn homophobic? I surmise that perhaps it is because Black men tend to equate their masculinity to their penis – how big it is, how much sex they can get, and what kind of bodily orifices they are able to stick it in and how often. This juvenile mentality of “I am my penis” has hindered the Black male to really be able to come to grips with his own sexuality, and in turn has lead to womanizing, over compensating for a less than desirable penis size, and yes even homophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any real man will tell you that manhood is not the measure of your member’s size, nor is it tied to your sexual orientation. One of the best quotes I’ve hard about manhood reads as follows (emphasis added by me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"A man, if he’s a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; adult, nurtures life. He does rituals that will help things grow, he helps raise the kids, and he protects the people. His &lt;u&gt;entire life is toward balance and cooperativeness.&lt;/u&gt; The ideal of manhood is the same as the ideal of womanhood. You are autonomous, self-directing, and responsible for the spiritual, social, and material life of all those with whom you live." -Paula Gunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where exactly does sexuality come into play with determining a man’s worth? I don’t think it does. Truly I think we have taken things too far when this ‘no homo’ catch-all phrase is being used to serves as some kind of disclaimer for Black men who feel like showing love, gratitude, or even appreciation of another male is somehow ‘unmanly.’ Furthermore, I believe that the use of said phrase automatically alerts me that the user of the phrase isn’t in touch with his manhood, and doesn’t have a firm grasp on his masculinity and what it means to be a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get entirely too hung up on fitting into these neat little gender roles, and fail to realize that we are all made of the other. Every woman is feminine and masculine, and every man is masculine and feminine. We come to be as a combination of man and woman, and while a sexual gender is assigned to us and we are groomed to be one gender or the other, there are still those internal traits that society would consider as being of the ‘other.’ What I mean to say is that a woman who is ‘woman enough’ to show her strength and resolve in the face of adversity is no less of a woman than a man who is ‘man enough’ to show his fear or genuine sorrow in times of hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we raising our boys with this messed up mentality that encourages them to hold all feelings inside, and shuns true expression of emotions? Can’t we see by now that these boys grow up to become men who possess an inability to allow themselves to feel? Who are conflicted by their ineptness to display the very emotions that make one human? What is the deal my beautiful brothas? When will you learn that it’s ok to feel? To love? To hurt? It’s all a part of being human and has NOTHING to do with being ‘homo,’ so please let’s grow up and look inwards to address the real issues at hand instead of looking outward and allowing the general populace to determine the status quo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-903027145107702062?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/903027145107702062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=903027145107702062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/903027145107702062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/903027145107702062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-homo.html' title='&apos;No Homo&apos;'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5860229364369301931</id><published>2007-06-08T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:31:20.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE! It's FRIDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>How am I feeling today? Well truthfully I awoke feeling a tad bit sluggish, but I recovered thanks to a good cup of Chai at work. All is quiet in the office today, so all in all I must say that I've done about 10-15 minutes of actual work today. Hey - it's Friday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to getting home soon and doing a lot of nothing for the rest of the evening. Consider it Lady's Choice; I might do some reading, tv watching, phone conversation, etc....like I said - Lady's Choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look around my desk I feel a lil bad since I really did VERY little work today, but you know what? Screw it - it's Friday. All in all this was a good week personally...I hope you all are able to say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin a lil generous today, so here's a poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the squared roots of 3Fifths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mochacaramelbutterscotchdeepcocoa&lt;br /&gt;of all flavors, shapes, and different packaging&lt;br /&gt;are we but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause to you we’re only the collective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one ugly brown spot on your&lt;br /&gt;pristine white distortion of history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know wewe’re the spawn of Ellison’s&lt;br /&gt;invisible man and your gaze pierces&lt;br /&gt;air as you stare right through us&lt;br /&gt;focused on the animalized&lt;br /&gt;sexualized and&lt;br /&gt;primitive labels you slapped on us over the years as we built up&lt;br /&gt;the country you claim as your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your maladjusted eyes we all look the same&lt;br /&gt;at first glance, which is all you can spare&lt;br /&gt;as a second might reveal the fool&lt;br /&gt;in you as you continually strive to put every&lt;br /&gt;thing about &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; from external to innermost&lt;br /&gt;into a file of categorized nonsense&lt;br /&gt;stored in the core of your cranium because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we’re too&lt;br /&gt;complex to digest&lt;br /&gt;if we ain’t abstract so you&lt;br /&gt;subtract parts from our whole to put&lt;br /&gt;we in a box — rewind that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we in a box…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my people can’t you see we’re&lt;br /&gt;in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;box&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conveniently filtered we’re like grinds&lt;br /&gt;left behind in morning’s brew&lt;br /&gt;we’ve been simplified, misrepresented, and&lt;br /&gt;generalized by all mankind in hopes that we’d bend and&lt;br /&gt;blend into this unnaturally homogenous&lt;br /&gt;mix of manwomanchild to be force fed to kin&lt;br /&gt;from generation to generation we’ve remained&lt;br /&gt;the bastards of this nation cause not only do&lt;br /&gt;they not know we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; don’t know we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;S.Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5860229364369301931?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5860229364369301931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5860229364369301931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5860229364369301931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5860229364369301931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/smile-its-friday.html' title='SMILE! It&apos;s FRIDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-6083172165611262010</id><published>2007-06-05T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:40:21.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For All Have Fallen Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RmWdRqQDuXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QgPx0gUMWWQ/s1600-h/Moon+and+Lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072633482027710834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RmWdRqQDuXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QgPx0gUMWWQ/s320/Moon+and+Lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or have we forgotten that part? I was conversing with a young man today via text message while at work today, and the topic of homosexuality came up. Anyone who knows me, knows my feelings on the matter – I think that a person doesn’t make that kind of life-altering choice. Who would choose to be persecuted and being the subject of hate? Right. Anyway, my own beliefs on homosexuality are in conflict with my Christian beliefs, which state homosexuality is sin. How do I deal with that? Well, I believe my God doesn’t make errors and everything that has occurred has done so because He allows it to serve a greater purpose. I also believe that if indeed it is sin, then it is no better/worse than the sins we commit everyday. If you’re gonna go after one sin, then go after them all. Thirdly, I hold to the fact that the Creator alone is judge and jury of our souls and it is He – not us (thanks be to God) that determine our eternal fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with all of that aside…this young man is Trini – so I already figured he would have certain hostilities towards homosexuals, and he’s Rasta as well. Now my own faith believes that we are the one true faith and all others will perish. Did I throw that in his face? No…of course not, why would I? Especially since I believe that God is in everything, in all of us…and in the end only He knows those who are right and just, and no one religion can boast of that much at this point in our world’s history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so the texting continues and I realize that I’ve opened a can of worms with this young gent, simply because I said I was going to the &lt;a href="http://www.capitalpride.org"&gt;Captial Pride Parade&lt;/a&gt; this weekend. Wow. He continues to go on to say some things that make my chest burn, but I can say I’ve kept my calm and just agreed to disagree with the man. Some things in life are not worth it, especially when you know at the end of the day you don’t decide a darn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know others might not agree with me, and that’s fine. My thing is this…God is love and He’s in all of us – like it or not. Even if you believe what a person does isn’t right or isn’t in line with your beliefs, acknowledge the fact that a person is not their actions – all of us are worth far more than that. None of us are perfect – even on human standards, let alone trying to measure up to the Almighty. So tell me why is it so hard to love a person, but hate that which they may or may not do? Why is our love and acceptance conditional, based upon how much like us that person is? Because face it, we don’t like/accept those who are different from us. Whether it be different beliefs, different socio-economic status, different race, class, gender, sexual orientation, religion – you name it…the human race is extremely intolerant at its core. Yet a great deal of us believe in and worship a higher power…one that advocates living right and just. Hate is not right. It is not just. It does not solve a problem. It will not heal a soul. Yet so many of us practice it on a daily basis, so much so that it has become ingrained in our mentality and settled into our spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation I had with that young man, brief as it was, served as a reminder of the close-mindedness of the human race. Now I realize that all this might be sounding a little Kumbaya for some of you, and no I’m not suggesting we hold hands and skip happily in fields of daffodils. What I am saying is simply, that we are so quick to judge, so quick to hate, that we oft forget that we have a Lord who will judge us all in the end. Should we all perish today, where do you think you will end up for the rest of eternity? I thank God that I am still here, because I know I’m not perfect. Yet and still I know my Master loves me and I Him. Now if the God of All Creation…the One who has names too numerous to count…the One who spans millennia and precedes Time itself…if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;most Supreme of Beings can love and care for one as flawed and scarred as you and I – then why is it that we, the lowly ones who are unfit for His grace, mercy, and love find it so hard to simply love, respect, and accept our brethren? We all carry our own crosses…our own burdens…our own faults and shortcomings. I would much rather carry all of those with love in my spirit, than to allow the venom of hate emanate from my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Love…and it is He that I aspire to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Be With You Always,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-6083172165611262010?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/6083172165611262010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=6083172165611262010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6083172165611262010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6083172165611262010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-all-have-fallen-short.html' title='For All Have Fallen Short'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RmWdRqQDuXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QgPx0gUMWWQ/s72-c/Moon+and+Lightning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-4846098351671558186</id><published>2007-06-04T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:26:15.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rev. Al takes it to Potty-Mouth Rappers – HARDCORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RmRmEI3te7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UJcXB2hRoNY/s1600-h/Soap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072291301612682162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RmRmEI3te7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UJcXB2hRoNY/s320/Soap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He’s not playin around folks…Reverend Al Sharton is rather adamant about his campaign to clean up the hip hop music industry, and has decided to take it to the next level (see &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/06/03/AR2007060300438.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). He and his cohorts will be cleaning up hip hop one mouth at a time, as they are in Detroit collecting bars of soap to shove down the misogynistic throats of rappers as we speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok…he’s not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;going to wash their mouths out with soap, once they’re done collecting all the Dove, Dial, and Irish Springs they can lay their hands on, Rev. Al will be donating the bars of soap to shelters and halfway houses. This little ‘demonstration’ is a part of his ongoing crusade to save the Black community via cleaning up hip hop….I still think my idea of actually going old school with it and washing out a few potty mouths with a nice big bar of Dial would be the better idea – just imagine 2 Quarters getting his shark toothed behind getting the b*tches and ho’s washed out of his mouth. Pure comedy. Alas, Rev. Al has decided to take the passive route…&lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is this: what kind of god-awful protest/demonstration &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this??? This is 2007, &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; 1957 – that ish doesn’t fly round these parts anymore. What is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deal&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;with these passive, pansy ass demonstrations that both Rev. Al and the NAACP (see this &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2007-04-30-n-word-funeral_N.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;) are conducting? I think it’s indicative of just how out of touch some of these civil rights leaders/organizations of old are with the times – and their own people. No one is going to be moved by a mock funeral or a bar of soap. That’s not gonna solve anything at all! Where are the more progressive activists at? I’m tired of sideshows, gimmicks, and jingles…this whole Black activism thing is looking like one big ole minstrel show to me right now. Can we stop soft-shoeing for a minute and seriously get down to some business?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-4846098351671558186?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/4846098351671558186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=4846098351671558186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4846098351671558186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4846098351671558186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/rev-al-takes-it-to-potty-mouth-rappers.html' title='Rev. Al takes it to Potty-Mouth Rappers – HARDCORE'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RmRmEI3te7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/UJcXB2hRoNY/s72-c/Soap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3206054555598705610</id><published>2007-06-04T11:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:48:18.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want to Know Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/photo/2007/06/04/PH2007060400133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/photo/2007/06/04/PH2007060400133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ESAg9wjjfEY/RmQxPY3te6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0l17LZ4kA0w/s1600-h/LittleGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken from the Washington Post:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ten-year-old Zainab Ali, a victim of a mini bus bomb explosion, look on in the Shiite-dominated neighborhood of Amil, Baghdad, Iraq, on Sunday, June 3, 2007. A parked minibus packed with explosives blew up in a busy section of central Baghdad, on Tuesday, May 29, 2007, killing 17 people and injuring 53 others. Zainab, was in her home the time of the blast and is one of many residents made homeless by the bomb attack. (AP Photo/Khalid Mohammed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="nodec" href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/photo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photo Credit: AP Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous...this was somebody's baby girl right here, and she's scarred for life. Granted, at least she is still alive, but I just don't understand how we can continue to 'play war' when you are hurting innocents? This picture broke my heart, and my prayers go out to this little one, her family, and all those in Iraq who are dying/being injured everyday. This is sheer madness, what gives us the right to do things liek this to one another? For the sake of Democracy? For oil? To distract the American public from the fact that we STILL don't know where Bin Laden is and the fact that the idea of waging a war on a concept as intanglible as terror is a long-shot @ best? It just isn't right. Lord have mercy on us all, because truly we have lost our minds - and our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3206054555598705610?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3206054555598705610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3206054555598705610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3206054555598705610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3206054555598705610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-want-to-know-why.html' title='I Just Want to Know Why'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5787883097453884309</id><published>2007-05-30T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:57:29.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass</title><content type='html'>Surely there's got to be more to life than this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxRMoEIS3rI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxRMoEIS3rI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my chest thump when I watch the video and just think about how we're wasting our time trying to live in the now. I'm not trying to bring anyone down or say that we can't even have a good time, it's just...well I mean there's got to be more to life than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot lately, trying to keep up with current events and things that effect the 'community'...damn the world is depressing. I can see why people choose to remain blind to the ills of society - it's enough to kill your soul if you let it. I haven't written much lately for a couple of reasons, one being that all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; I've been reading is just depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we do and all that we are is all wrapped up and connected to the results of the slave trade in North America - no duh, right? Sure, we can all say we know it ties together, but to see it...to really SEE it, THAT is a mental trip. I can see why fear and complacency have taken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;precedence&lt;/span&gt; over activism and outrage - people want to survive, to make a way, to find some kind of grip on the situation. It's much easier to just ignore the big elephant in the room than to address the fact that the sucker's stench makes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awfully&lt;/span&gt; hard to breath. Whatever, we're self-destructing right before our very eyes and yet we do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could go on and on about this, but really...who cares? Truly there are those of you out there who might be writing or doing your own part to make the world a better place, and I applaud you....I even hope that I too am accomplishing some greater good by sharing my thoughts like this, but I digress. The point is, no one wants to be told they're doomed - it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; kill-joy, right? Right. Even as I write all of this, my gut is saying 'so what?' Who cares? How can you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;folks&lt;/span&gt; to do more than listen and/or discuss ideas? How can you mobilize people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black folks severely underestimate themselves. I think if we realized just how much potential we had...the power we have in this country, which we just allow to be manipulated at will by slick politicians and even some of our own Black 'leaders'...it's just going to waste! If only we'd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; together...more than a march, a sit-in, a mock funeral...when are we gonna get sick and tired of being sick and tired? Handouts don't do us any good, neither does this false hope we cling to of a Black leader who will act as messiah to lead us out of the mess we've allowed ourselves to fall into. Responsibility and accountability need to find their way back into our vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand why we live for today - we no longer believe we'll have a tomorrow; we believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; is all we have. Longevity is a dead concept to us, and the here &amp; now is all that seems to hold any weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize how depressing this shit is to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I offer no solutions, no words of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;; I'm just one solemn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; right now. How do you mobilize a people who don't want to be mobilized????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5787883097453884309?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5787883097453884309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5787883097453884309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5787883097453884309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5787883097453884309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This Too Shall Pass'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-8205363627181891866</id><published>2007-05-13T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:04:12.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying the N*gger to Rest</title><content type='html'>After the fall-out over Don Imus's ridiculous comments and his subsequent dismissal from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSNBC&lt;/span&gt; and CBS, the Black community, lead by Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sharpton&lt;/span&gt; and others, has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt; on the Hip Hop community in an effort to lay the N-word and all other derogatory images to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I agree that holding our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;musicians&lt;/span&gt; accountable is a great idea. However, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; border censorship and is close to violating the 1st Amendment. I find that the problem isn't fully the fault of the Hip Hop community, but that of our own as consumers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists make music that sells - plain and simple. It it weren't trendy or cool to portray these skewed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;leading images of Black women and Black culture, the artists wouldn't do it because we as the consumers wouldn't support it. The sad thing is that we live in a society where sex, profanity, and anything else that 'pushes the envelope' sells - and it sells &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al and the gang have taken this war against rap and run with it. He's lead marches, pickets, and even mock funerals - yes funerals (&lt;a href="http://washingtoninformer.com/A1ImusAftermath2007Apr17.html"&gt;http://washingtoninformer.com/A1ImusAftermath2007Apr17.html&lt;/a&gt;) in front of some of the big record headquarters. Even the NAACP has joined in on the crusade to bury the N-word and has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;announced&lt;/span&gt; it will hold a symbolic mock funeral of its own at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;upcoming&lt;/span&gt; National Convention to mark the end of the infamous racial slur (&lt;a href="http://www.eurweb.com/story/eur33189.cfm"&gt;http://www.eurweb.com/story/eur33189.cfm&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the cynic in me...but a mock funeral? Is that supposed to &lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt; enough of is to stop using this word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words have power - far more power than we give them credit for. I don't think we as a people fully understand the gravity of using the N-word and the collective damage it does to us as a society. Yes, I understand the logic that we have adapted the N-word to take on a seemingly 'harmless' meaning...But if were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; harmless, then why are we so protective and choosy as to who can and can't say it and when, where, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like to admit it or not, the N-word has the power to evoke pain, hate, and anger within all of us. In the 'wrong hands' it has potential to harm us and make us feel shamed as we recall a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; in our history where we were treated inhumanely and were looked upon as being the lowest of the low in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do we continue to throw such a potent word around so carelessly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious we are still sensitive to the word's meaning, yet we somehow justify its usage amongst our own. That's not only hypocritical, but it's also rather illogical. With so many words in the English language, why do we choose to use that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to communicate brotherhood or a communal bond? Have we really short-ch&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anged&lt;/span&gt; our intelligence so much that we've actually convinced ourselves that a word that used to degrade us is now somehow acceptable for us to use when addressing one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless of how you say/spell it, the word is dangerous and we need to understand why...why we shouldn't use it, why it does us more harm than good, and really why we thought it'd be a good idea to use it to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Lewis Smith wrote a good article on the 'N-word Syndrome' as he calls it, and I encourage you to read it (&lt;a href="http://blacknews.com/pr/burythatsucka401.html"&gt;http://blacknews.com/pr/burythatsucka401.html&lt;/a&gt;). We need to stop pretending as if the N-word doesn't have weight and begin to hold ourselves (and one another) accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we want to be heard and to move forward in our struggle for equality and self-respect, we as a people need to grow up and stop turning a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blind eye&lt;/span&gt; and deaf ear to language and actions we know to be detrimental to us as a community. It isn't just the rappers who ought to be changing for the better, it's us too. Each one of us needs to make a conscious effort to move away from the negative images and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stereotypes&lt;/span&gt; that plague us, and move towards taking steps to uplift one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to wake up and lay the n*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gger&lt;/span&gt; to rest once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-8205363627181891866?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/8205363627181891866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=8205363627181891866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8205363627181891866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8205363627181891866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/05/laying-ngger-to-rest.html' title='Laying the N*gger to Rest'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-3374129428118139843</id><published>2007-05-13T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:36:31.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels on Earth</title><content type='html'>Mothers are truely God's gift to the wrold. There's something marvelous and awe-inspiring about the love and strength one finds in mothers. I realize not all of us have been blessed with an extrordinaryrelationship with the one who gave birth to us, but recognize that mothers and motherly figures are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something special and somehow just unexplicably beautiful about a nurturing and loving mother figure. I've been blessed enough to have an extremely loving mother and an extrodinarily strong grandmother...the both of them have set standards that I look forward to upholding when I have children of my own one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't have a mom or motherly figure, I say...look around you. It's crazy, but we are all related...all kin to one another through God's love. That woman down that lives down the hall, the lady at the grocery store, the women at your church/place of worship - all of them are your mothers, sisters, aunties, grandmothers...we as women need to see that in one another and treat each other accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world as cold and unforgiving as this, it benefits no one to make this journey alone. We are only as isolated as we allow ourselves and one another to be. I say, reach out to one another and show each other the love, respect, and honor befitting of your brethren and sistren. What harm can it truely do you to offer a little bit of kindness to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know how one might benefit from your small act of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess on this Mothers' Day I thank God for all the women who have crossed my path, for they have all mothered and nurtured my spirit in some way. And I hope that you out there might be blessed and appreciate the women in your own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-3374129428118139843?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/3374129428118139843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=3374129428118139843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3374129428118139843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/3374129428118139843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/05/angels-on-earth.html' title='Angels on Earth'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-4879612948260208267</id><published>2007-05-10T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:00:47.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Pill or the Blue Pill?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel like I’m trying to re-teach myself how to think…that all the information and perspectives I thought I ‘knew’ were really tried and true. I realize now, that while I had an earnest desire to make a difference, to be a part of the solution, that I didn’t (&lt;em&gt;and to an extent still don’t&lt;/em&gt;) fully understand the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said for some years now that I’ve felt as though our community has become complacent; it’s a subject that would oft appear in several of my poems. I feel like we’re approaching a point where the next generation coming up won’t give two sh!ts about the ‘struggle’ because we keep telling them that we’ve made it – we now perceive the ‘struggle’ as a romanticized version of what should be viewed as fervent and extreme activism. We don’t believe in the ‘struggle’ anymore; it’s just a buzz phrase. Now that we can drink from the same fountains as whites, get the ‘same’ (think vaguely similar) job opportunities as whites, and we can sit wherever we please on the bus, we think we’ve made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fail to recognize and really take a hard and honest look at the disparities that still plague our race. We’re still shorted in equal pay and promotions for equal work, it’s hard for us to get proper health care and insurance, we’re killing one another, unsupportive of our own Black businesses, we’re seldom heard in political arenas, and the list goes on and on…we’re a joke to the rest of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to think for ourselves…we’ve convinced ourselves that we can’t and that it’d be much easier if we’d allow others to do the thinking for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our ancestors were alive, they’d whoop our asses for not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be Uppity and challenge authority and policy…for shunning the idea that we can (and need to) work together in order to overcome some of the ills that plague our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve oft thought that maybe something bad needs to happen – like something &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bad that threatens to wipe us out or will drastically change for the worse the mediocre quality of life that we continuously con ourselves into thinking we enjoy. I don’t know what kind of event…but what I do know is that extreme tragedy and hardship…the persecution of a people/group, will inevitably result in the unification of the oppressed and the uprising of that same group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be a culture that was community-based. I’m not saying that there was no room for individuality, but when we were stolen away to this continent we realized that we had to overcome language and cultural differences among one another to work together and fight to survive. It wasn’t a ‘he’ or a ‘she’ or a ‘them’ thing…it was an '&lt;em&gt;us'&lt;/em&gt; thing. I think we as a people have been here for too long. We’ve forgotten ‘us’ and what it meant to be a community. We’re so intertwined with the American ideals of individuality and monetary gain that we fail to realize and accept the fact that when a people are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; severely behind in the race, that trying to play by &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; rules and going solo will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; work. When you’re a part of a system designed without your best interests at heart, and you’re still trying to recover from the @ss whooping that was the slave trade and Jim Crow, you need to get together with your fellow man and work through the system as a team – as a community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we see that? (a rhetorical question…think on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only see what we allow ourselves to see. That which we convince ourselves we’re ready to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with using force to get us to move collectively is that we will resist. It’s like a mother forcing her child to eat veggies…yea it might be good for the child in the long run, but they will resist just because it’s being forced upon them and they cant see the future beneficial nature of their mother’s present actions. I agree with the thought that there is a need for taking action, but I don’t believe that force is the way to accomplish people to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the movie The Matrix. We, in a manner of speaking, are caught up in our own pseudo-reality. Now, Neo and Morpheus couldn’t very well go around unplugging just any and every body. They sought out those who were ready to be shown the truth. Even Neo…he had to be willing to seek the truth and question things on his own before he could be brought out. So it is and must be with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most dangerous weapons we have is our minds. An educated (not college educate, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; educated) Black person can be a fearful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is what we need. We need more folks willing to ask the questions, to seek the answers, and to act upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forcing the truth down peoples’ throats is a surefire way to have them latch onto the very lies that have been keeping them in bondage. It’s like some perverse Stockholm Syndrome – you can’t rush in and save the victim, because they refuse to even acknowledge that their abuser is abusing them. The victim has to be given the rationale and snap out of it on their own for the bond to truly be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get free you have to not only desire freedom, but be willing to admit that you are part of the reason why you aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-4879612948260208267?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/4879612948260208267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=4879612948260208267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4879612948260208267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4879612948260208267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-pill-or-blue-pill.html' title='The Red Pill or the Blue Pill?'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-1461957856175438984</id><published>2007-05-03T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:55:22.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mankind'/><title type='text'>And THIS Is Why I Get Stuck</title><content type='html'>I don’t know where to start…I guess the main thing is that with all this new technology and constant influx of news and blogs and web magazines…there’s just TOO much information for me to process right now. I stopped reading blogs and newspapers for awhile. Not out of disinterest, but more so out of necessity for my sanity. There’s just too much to comment on…too much to think about…to many things to be concerned about. It’s hard to pick and choose what’s worth enough to blog about or to discuss with those few people in one’s circle that can handle intellectual conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord my head is swimming right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful conversation with a college buddy last night about my generation. Long story short, it left me feeling revived and encouraged to hear a peer, someone I know, doing positive things on a global scale. Talking through the various issues in the news now…we covered everything from Imus to Iraq and STILL had room for more convo, and had it not been for our own schedules I’m sure we could have gone on…but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to work today with the intent to get back into the swing of things. To see what people ‘out there’ are saying, to find the voices that I can identify with and issues that I also have an interest in. I spent the larger portion of my time at work today surfing the web, reading blogs, reading various news bytes…and THAT is why my head is swimming. In a world like this where ‘information’ is so readily available (albeit sometimes biased), it’s hard to pin down that one story, that one instance that you really want to take a deeper look at. Where does one truly begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; is why I get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a bad case of I-am-every-woman-it’s-all-in-me. I want to do it all, save everyone, comment on all things, and just…bleh. It’s not smart, feasible, or healthy, but nonetheless that is where I’m coming from. I’d even stopped writing poetry for awhile. I haven’t written since November, and that’s a long time for me. I’ve just stopped because I told myself I wanted to ‘listen’ and to absorb all that’s going on in the world. While there is truth in that I think that I also stopped because I was waiting for something, anything to give me fuel to say/write something that was worthwhile. Like I needed someone else to validate my own thoughts and emotions…I ought to slap myself for that mess. But now that I’m coming out of that quiet stage…I realize that these days it’s tough to discern which causes we support…there are so many to choose from. Part of what I came away from last night’s conversation with my friend was this: in spite of the desire to ‘heal the world,’ we can’t do it all in one smooth swoop. What we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do is find that one cause that really hits home…the one that strikes down to the core of our being, and make an effort to focus our energies in that singular direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying…really I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven’t nailed it down, but I’m in the ball park. I know that God blessed me with certain gifts/skills – He gave them to each of us. I think I know what some of mine are, but I’m still at that point where it’s like…&lt;em&gt;’Ok…now what?’&lt;/em&gt; Even without an answer, I know what I want to and need to do…I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to read more. As much as I find myself being overwhelmed by all the opinions and stories floating out there, I’ve gotta get back into the habit of keeping up with what’s going on in the world…of what’s pertinent to my own interests and will help me to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said…I’m trying…but it still makes my head hurt to think of all that’s going on, and the desire to catch up on it all exceeds the human capacity of being able to process all that information. Even now the words on the screen are starting to look a little weird and I’m getting that funny little lump in my throat and the throbbing at the front of my forehead that let’s me know I’m on overload. It’s time for a dose of Mother Nature…I’ve got to get away from here for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-1461957856175438984?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/1461957856175438984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=1461957856175438984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1461957856175438984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1461957856175438984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-this-is-why-i-get-stuck.html' title='And THIS Is Why I Get Stuck'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-7588662333694654804</id><published>2007-05-02T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:45:15.781-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grape legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Grape Legs…A Review</title><content type='html'>I’ve taken up wine collecting as a new hobby. I still don’t know the in’s and outs, but I read about this place called Grape Legs over on 9th St, NW in DC. It’s a small spot, that you really wouldn’t know from any other liquor store, but I must say it’s a great place. Franco, the owner, knows a whole lot about wine and has opened up the store to carry inexpensive QUALITY wines, champagnes, and cognacs. He’s tasted about 2,000 different wine labels and the collection he has in his store represents the best and most unique of those he’s come across in his travels. He usually has a couple of bottles of wine open on a table in the store for people to taste and talk, which is great for folks who want to get a feel for the taste of a certain kind of wine before they plunge in for the buy. Last month a friend and I went to Grape Legs for the 1st time, and spent a good hour or so just talking with Franco and enjoying the wine. I came away with a $9 bottle of Savannah Cabernet Sauvignon from West Africa…LOVED it from the 1st sip I had in the store, it’ll definitely be a staple in my little collection. I’m planning to go back this weekend to snag a couple of bottles I liked when I was there last. Nothing better than a nice warm bubble bath and a good glass of red wine…*sigh* lovely ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-7588662333694654804?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/7588662333694654804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=7588662333694654804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7588662333694654804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/7588662333694654804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/05/grape-legsa-review.html' title='Grape Legs…A Review'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-918848553210255935</id><published>2007-05-02T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:45:44.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreadlocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locs'/><title type='text'>Things That Are On My Mind</title><content type='html'>As I sit here at work, I really have to take a moment and reflect upon how good God is and how wonderful He has been to me. While this world is in disarray and people are going mad and killing and doing all kinds of horrible things to one another…in the midst of the madness I have found my own peace and joy in my growing relationship with my Creator. It is all alright y’all…He’s got it under control and all things work according to His divine will – the good, the bad, and yes even the ugly. If you don’t already, try talking to Him about whatever is on your mind, He’s the only one I know who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; available and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news…my dreads are kinda awesome. Freeforming is such a liberating experience…I just let my hair do its thing. I posted some updates in my fotki: &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/congobrava"&gt;http://public.fotki.com/congobrava&lt;/a&gt; For a lil bit I’d been fretting because my locs don’t do the cute little curls any more since they are growing, but I’ve gotten over it. I realize that as my hair grows, it provides me with an opportunity to experiment with different styles outside of curls. Example…today I managed to pull off a cute little flip (will post a picture later), and I think I’ve found another style that suits my hair at its current length. I’ve found that some of the locs I’ve combined a few months ago are growing in flat, and I’m excited about seeing them grow. Some of my thinner locs are doing well. For awhile I was concerned that they would fall/break off because they are so thin, but after looking at the locs of others, I figure I must be ok. Should they happen to break off (which I doubt), then oh well…I’ve been blessed with a head ful of locs, so no need to stress over losing a couple, right? Right. Now that the weather is getting nicer by the day (praise God for that) and the sun is out shining I can really see just how red my locs are, lol. I like it…it fits me. I’m beginning to see the color difference as my new growth comes in, but it doesn’t bother me. I cant get hung up on stuff like that, but I do think I might either re-color my head OR just do some highlights in the next month or so…we’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an update on my marathon training…lol, um…yea, my bad on that. I still plan to run a marathon, and actually I’m thinking of joining this Team-In-Training (&lt;a href="http://www.teamintraining.org/"&gt;http://www.teamintraining.org/&lt;/a&gt;) this month to train for the Marine Corps Marathon in DC this October. I’ve been trying to get out there and jog every now and again, but alas…the lady has been rather tired lately. I think it might be that my energy level has dropped since I stopped going to bootcamp…booooo. But I’m gonna work it out, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-918848553210255935?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/918848553210255935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=918848553210255935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/918848553210255935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/918848553210255935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-that-are-on-my-mind.html' title='Things That Are On My Mind'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-1757913515453103483</id><published>2007-04-19T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:00:16.220-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><title type='text'>After The Vent...</title><content type='html'>I still hold to the sentiments I had before...I think the Black community needs to raise up seriosuly and get off this whole talking, whining, and crying thing. It's just not cool...I think that the same civil rights leaders that we hold up in a demi-god light would be ashamed of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with the woman who I wrote the letter to (Andrea, creator of www.UppityNegro.com) and she started to break it down to me. Basically...it came down to a big ole 'DUH,' because what I felt yesterday has been the same things she's been seeing, hearing, and living for the past 3 years in trying to get Uppity Negro (which is a movement, NOT a fashion statement) up and running. She wanted to mobilze us as a people, have each of us in our own way take part in some activism and start making the changes we'd been whining for. But at the end of it all there was a lot of talk, and no action on our part, and so she's given up on UN. I don't blame her...it's hard to mobilze people who don't want to be mobilized because in mobilizing them they just MIGHT have to let go of some of the 'comforts' of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exempt...I saw her story in a paper a few years ago and contacted her with a willingness to help, but when she responded and I heard all she was going through, I don't think I was prepared to step up to the plate. Why is it so hard for Black folks to help each other? To come together for a greater good? To struggle and appreciate the fact that the sacrifices made as an individual are for the benefit of the collective? What's happened to us? Why...are we so non-trusting and even hateful towards one another? Where is the REAL Black love? Someone let me know something...because I just do not see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tired of the talking, the intellectualizing, the postulating, and posing. I still want action. So then I have to turn inward and ask myself if I, ME, am ready to take action. Am I? And the response that comes to my head is 'but what about law school? grad school? what if this action thing leaves me destitute?' 'Cause admittedly, no one nowadays really wants to struggle, suffer, or go without. It might sound messed up, but at least I'm being honest. So I don't know WHAT I'm gonna do. More than likely, I'm gonna try and conjure up someway in which I can have my cake and eat it too. Meaning, I'll prolly try to go and get more education (because I DO think I'm gonna need that in my arsenal) and still take action. But...where do I start? We all have specific gifts and talents that we should use for the greater good of society...I just haven't figured mine out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love my people. I'll die and go on to heaven still loving my people. I guess I'm just waiting for the answer to a question to magically appear, when it very well might be right in front of my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-1757913515453103483?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/1757913515453103483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=1757913515453103483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1757913515453103483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1757913515453103483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-vent.html' title='After The Vent...'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-8823174961346291419</id><published>2007-04-18T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:33:34.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>This Is How I'm Feeling Right Now...A Vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this letter to a friend of mine this morning out of angst with all that's been going on. I've kept quiet lately, and I guess I just had to get it out. I figure people may not agree with what I've said, but these are my thoughts as of right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately…with the Imus thing, and the Duke players, and all of this talk about race and the Black community…I’m just fed up. I’m so tired of people passing the buck and looking back and talking about marches and Dr. King, and romanticizing the civil rights movement. I’m just not impressed, I’m just not moved, and I think the Black community has gotten used to pumping out a lot of hot air and it’s starting to piss me off. With Imus, aight yes he was wrong and what Snoop said was just plain dumb. Now that Imus is gone, I really honestly don’t think that the Black community will do a blessed thing. The greater population of us is too into the hood life and all things associated with it and I don’t think that we as a people are up for holding ourselves accountable, which is plain sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m tired of Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson. Lord bless them for the roles they’ve played in the civil rights movement, but those days are gone and they just strike me as sensationalists who are ready and willing to throw up the race card and make Black folks seem like victims. Yes, we as a people have undergone some heinous treatment in the country and the effects of some of the racial, social, and economic discrimination established during slavery is still being felt today, HOWEVER, we are NOT victims! Sharpton just makes my head hurt because the man just does not move the people towards positivity and growth with the same fervor that he uses to move us to anger the moment some white person does something stupid. I’m just tired of him and Jesse too, for that matter…just a lot of loud talk when the cameras are on, but that’s just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with us? It’s just frustrating and I’m starting to see what you’re talking about in terms of action or the lack thereof. I once wrote in one of my poems about how Blacks have given way to complacency so there’s no desire to change, but what I’m seeing or have been hearing lately is that the more educated of us just want to talk and intellectualize things versus acting upon them. I read the article you sent, and yea…I think that the ‘talented tenth’ is part bull and part useful. I don’t care how many make it ‘out’ the point is to go BACK and help get others out. Yes, uplifting our community is a daunting task and it cant be done in one large swoop, it’s a continuation of service and showing love, compassion and understanding. It’s a changing of attitudes towards one another and gathering a better (and more informed) understating of who we are as a culture, where we came from, and why things have come to be. We can do it, but like anything, it is going to be a struggle. The ‘successful’…no, some of them (because you can’t ignore those out there who have ‘made it’ and do go back) have just gone for self from the beginning with no intentions of giving back. And you know what? Lord have mercy on them when the time comes, because to not help your people is severe ignorance and cold-heartedness on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m at my wit’s end. I’ve been very quite lately, for months it seems I’ve just been taking things in and just observing what’s going on. With the Imus situation popped up and Black folks all of a sudden got passionate and where basically calling for his blood it seemed, I just remained a lil indifferent. They didn’t let him go because they were listening to Us, they let him go cause the advertisers took away that $$, and that’s real. Now if we’d just take that same anger and turn it towards ourselves and the artists who perpetuate hate and derogatory attitudes towards our own, then MAYBE we could get somewhere. But, call me cynical, but I just don’t see us doing that collectively as a people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just tired. I want more. I want better. I want us to stop b*tchin and start a revolution. Who am I kidding tho? We aren’t ready for a revolution. We don’t even want one. We just want to continually make the White man walk on eggs about race while the rich Blacks get richer and ease on out of the community and those who have any semblance of intelligence just settle for discussion groups and hold forums and conventions, talking themselves into circles. It just really makes me feel sick to my stomach. I haven’t put all this out there, I’ve kinda kept it inside, but I guess the reason why I’m venting to you is because I felt like you were the only one who gets it. Cause I’ve seen what you’ve gone through with Uppity Negro (&lt;a href="http://www.uppitynegro.com"&gt;www.uppitynegro.com&lt;/a&gt;) and with trying to get us to mobilize and move, and now I understand how even we who love Black folks so much can get so discouraged and pessimistic about the state of affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, and we’re lookin at Obama like he can save us? lol, Lord have mercy on us, we are just so freakin lost and blinded by our own ignorance and complacency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-8823174961346291419?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/8823174961346291419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=8823174961346291419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8823174961346291419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/8823174961346291419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-how-im-feeling-right-nowa-vent.html' title='This Is How I&apos;m Feeling Right Now...A Vent'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-714362040640278709</id><published>2007-04-12T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T13:34:42.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African American'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreadlocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Reflections of a Liberated Dread</title><content type='html'>As a black woman I’ve been through some serious stuff with my hair…I got my 1st perm when I was 7 years old, and wore them until I began to get ugly head sores from the chemicals when I was about 15. I then went to wearing braids exclusively for 2-3 years and took them out after all the perm had gone only to perm them again for my junior prom…back to braids until…senior prom. Going to college I went right back into the safe haven that was braids, and then in my sophomore year I got bold enough to rock an afro and thus began my napptural life. Since then I’ve loc’d my hair and 19 months in I’m still loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of &lt;a href="http://www.nappturality.com/"&gt;http://www.nappturality.com/&lt;/a&gt; I’ve learned a lot about maintaining my locs (which I now freeform, and do next to nothing to – I highly recommend it), and I’ve participated in some discussions on the dread aesthetic as well. Yet today while reading a particular post about a newbie’s issue with puffy roots I realized just how little we as black women know about our hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I was one of those women who just didn’t know how to do my hair when I was a permie – all I wore were wraps and ponytails, with the occasional flip thrown in from time to time. I simply didn’t know how to take care of or style my own hair. Once I went napptural, I got to become more involved with my hair as I’d wash it and style it on my own, and now as a dread I’ve learned so much more about my hair from doing absolutely nothing. It’s an enlightening and liberating experience to not feel bound by what’s on top of our head. Sometimes I think black women love our hair so much that we fear it, thinking that anything that we might do to it would ruin it, and so we leave it up to the ‘professionals.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my goodness, my sistahs if only we took the time to get to know ourselves and our own hair…just imagine how much money we could save, how much peace we could find, and how much more confidence we’d have! Why is it that we still, even as nappturals, cling to this mentality that uniform and manicured manes are the way to go? Our hair is naturally wild and free, why can’t we accept it? I used to go to a loctitian to get my locs maintained because I wasn’t sure I could do it on my own. I also liked how the uniform locs look, so I understand that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is just so LIBERATING to have your hair and be proud of it and feel sexy in it even when you think it’s not looking its best. Whether my hair is short, or long, super curly and thick, or locs doing their own thing…napptural hair is and can be only as beautiful as the person rocking the style is. If you’re not comfortable within yourself, there ain’t no way a new ‘do is going to help. I think we need to free ourselves of the standards that society has placed upon us and the standards we place upon ourselves. God has already done a wonderful job when He made each and every one of us, so we need to say thanks to Him for it and go forth and be fly! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I suppose the reason why I’m even bothering to say all of this is because it just hit how unaware I and a good deal of my sistren are of our own hair and how we can be scare ourselves into a box when it comes to hair care and styling. Embrace that untamable mane of yours and don’t be afraid to flaunt it wherever you might be. Yes, people will always have something negative to say or some just may not understand, but that should never deter you from being proud of who you are, how you look, or what it is you represent. If you’re napptural or if you’re a permie, take the time to acquaint yourself with your hair, and if you’re a permie I hope that one day you’ll get to experience the freedom that can come from wearing the hair that God originally placed on your head (chemical free!) and I hope that all of us can look upon each other and see our own beauty reflected in the eyes of our sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Many Blessings&lt;br /&gt;CBrava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-714362040640278709?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/714362040640278709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=714362040640278709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/714362040640278709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/714362040640278709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/04/reflections-of-liberated-dread.html' title='Reflections of a Liberated Dread'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-4307471334002601050</id><published>2007-02-23T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:42:53.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Fiend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, since my last post I've been a lil jogging fool, lol. I ended up going to boot camp every night this week (Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs), and I'll be going again on Sat. While at boot camp for the past couple of nights I've managed to jog almost the entire distance we have to cover at the beginning of class (approx. .66 mi). I'd only walk/stop when it was time for me to cross the streets, but I'm doing it! I realize that I'm not SO terrible at it, lol. It's just a matter of pace, as my on friend said. If I try to crank it out and run, well then no I won't make it that far...but slow down that pace, and I can go a lot farther. I'm going to keep at it, and I know I'll continue to improve - the fact that I can jog at all is a miracle *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The only downside right now is that since the weather seems to be changing, my right ankle (which I've sprained about 5 times) is becomming a little sensitive. I've had it wrapped up for the past couple of days now, and I still jog/workout (obviously), but last night during a workout it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sensitive and started to hurt. :( It's better today though...so I'm contemplating getting on the treadmill to jog a bit after work today. Then again I don't want to push it too much....so we shall see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wow...could it be that yours truly is &lt;strong&gt;actually&lt;/strong&gt; getting in shape?!?! WHAT?!?! lol, It's a great feeling though, it brings a ton of confidence and self assurace because you know that you are taking care of your body - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lovely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's like I feel I can do anything - nothing is impossible...that's a great feeling. What a difference a little effort make in our lives, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, I've noticed I've been eating a lot more often. Yesterday I was hungry like every couple of hours - it was &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;. Granted, a friend of mine pointed out that it's just my metabolism pciking up speed, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Eating so often...that's crazy, lol. At least now that I know what the deal is I'm able to make sure I'm eating the right things. I can't be hungry every 3 hours but eating junk...oh no...So yesterday I had a ceasar side salad with some honey mustard dressing from AU Bon Pain...maaaaaaaaaaaan when I tell you that was the BEST thing I ever had in my life!!! lol, It's crazy cause I'm not a salad girl, lol but when you're hungry and on a mission to do right you'd be surprised. I know I was :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Overall...I'm felling good. Tired? Yes. Sore? Sometimes. But definitely feeling good and loving it even when it get hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Be Blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CongoBrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-4307471334002601050?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/4307471334002601050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=4307471334002601050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4307471334002601050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/4307471334002601050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/02/fitness-fiend.html' title='Fitness Fiend'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5850885206786496429</id><published>2007-02-21T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:10:49.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trek to Marathondom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've decided that I will run a marathon next year. It's an intimidating goal for someone who isn't a runner by nature, but it is something that I would like to do. A friend of mine is running in the National Breast Cancer Marathon (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://breastcancermarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://breastcancermarathon.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) in Jacksonville next February and I've decided that I will run in the race as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a novice when it comes to running, but I think that it's a goal that I would like to accomplish. I've begun looking into 'training' programs (see the Health links of the side) that would help me to meet my goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My first goal is to run in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure for Breast Cancer (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalraceforthecure.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.nationalraceforthecure.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) that takes place in DC this June. It's a 5K run/walk, so I've begun to prepare myself for it. Yesterday I got my tail on the treadmill (ooo dreaded - not really, lol) and decided to test myself out a little. I've been jogging/walking outside during the past couple of months and I've been doing well. So yeseterday I ended up jogging/walking a little over 2 miles and 1 mile of that was jogging (which is HUGE for me). I broke the distance up by jogging some and then walking some, and it wasn't easy, but it was doable. I just kept pushing myself and thinking...ok, I just jogged .38 miles...why not go for .48, and just did it like that. Now...sadlly, my bum ankle is hurting a little, but I think that's a responce to the change in weather more than my jogging, because I don't think I overexerted myself at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today the ankle is wrapped, and I'll be heading into boot camp (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gijanefit.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.gijanefit.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - its AWESOME!) to continue working out, and I'm gonna try to jog the whole distance (about .6mi) without walking when I head out today. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Congobrava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5850885206786496429?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5850885206786496429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5850885206786496429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5850885206786496429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5850885206786496429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/02/trek-to-marathondom.html' title='The Trek to Marathondom'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-1689516978727386466</id><published>2007-02-16T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:54:05.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackness Under Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it seems as though a lot of prominent Black politicians and Businessmen/women are throwing their support towards Hillary Clinton's bid for president. The rationale behind this move seems to be, of all things, racially motivated - it seems as though the Black community is calling Barak's 'Black Card' into question. Is Barak Black enough? Is he really 'down' for the people and for the cause? Questions that are on the minds of many African Americans today...well apparently the answer is a resounding NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I watched Good Morning America's coverage of this story, I could do was shake my head in disbelief. It seems as though we (African Americans) don't even believe that the country is ready for a Black president...not only that, but it seems that we're only willing to elect a president that is deemed 'Black' enough. What does that day about us? In my opinion, it seems as though we have fed into this self hate and refuse to support one of our own simply because he isn't signing Black Power from the mountaintops. I may have my own questions about Barak, but they are based upon his potential to be a competent president (and I believe that he would, and would fare rather well). Where do we get off questioning the man's loyalty to the race, when we as Black folks are not loyal to ourselves either? Tell me, and tell me true...when was the last time you helped a brother/sister out who was homeless on the streets? When was the last time you supported a Black owned business? Are you still shucking and jiving on that 9-5 just to make that 'almighty' dollar? Have you fed into society's European standard of beauty? Do you REALLY believe Black is beautiful? I'm just throwing all of this out there because, to me it seems as though we want one thing while living the life of another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is more to being the President of the United States of America than one's race. I would rather give Barak a chance and see what he can do for this country AND for the Black community, but I think it highly unrealistic and very unfair to put the expectation of saving the Black race upon him as a presidential candidate. We have some &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; deep-seeded issues within our community that no one man can fix (save Jesus, but we won't go there right now). I think it speaks volumes about how we fail to support our own when we would rather support a white woman (no offense to Hillary and her supporters) than one of our own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course my arguments may sound very racial in tone, but although I do support Barak, it isn't just because he is African American, it's because to me he symbolizes new, fresh ideas. After suffering under the Bush Dictatorship, I think it's time this country look towards changing things up. It's time for someone who has some youth, vivality, and fresh ideas to take the reigns and lead this country in a new direction. I think that Barak's 'youth' and relative 'newness' to the realm that is politics may bode well for him, in that he has no reputation to lose...he has no real alliances to uphold, and as such isn't as tainted as some politicians who have been in the game for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I digress...my true disgust lays with my own people who, at this point in the game, would rather neglect our own because we don't think he's for us enough. So we would much rather elect a candidate that has very little ties to the community? And don't even mention Mr. Clinton...I thought the man was a great president and managed to do some very great thigns for this country while he was in office, but Bill Clinton is NOT, I repeat is NOT Black - so people can we stop likening to us? Where is our sense of pride? Have we become content to look upon ourselves as the modern-day Sambos? What are we doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I'm trying to say is...before you shun the man and question his Blackness...look beyond that and look at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, look at what he might be able to do for the country and for our people. The house n!gger mentality has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to go...it's time for a new direction in this country and we as a people need to learn to support one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Check this link to a Washington Post story: &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/02/15/AR2007021501270.html"&gt;Black Like Me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-1689516978727386466?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/1689516978727386466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=1689516978727386466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1689516978727386466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/1689516978727386466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2007/02/blackness-under-review.html' title='Blackness Under Review...'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-5788785920129491270</id><published>2006-10-26T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:52:23.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got A Lil Mud In Your Eye</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows that politicians don’t play fair. It seems to me that most have forgotten what the people want and spend most of their time as mouthpieces for party agendas. I don’t like this practice and I think that in doing so it encourages a gang/mob mentality which then leads to an ‘us vs. them’ mentality. In the midst of all the name-calling and mud-slinging politicians blindside the people and we forget to focus on the issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case in point:&lt;/strong&gt; the recent Maryland Senatorial campaign of Ben Cardin vs. Michael Steele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw Michael Steele’s first campaign commercial about a month ago I thought it cute and lighthearted. Here’s this seemingly amiable Black man running for Senate talking about how he wants to change Washington and how soon his opponents will start slinging the mud at him claiming he hates puppies and other things. Ok…cute commercial, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it gets out that he’s a Republican *gasp* and Democrats rally and jump on this man in a big way. Rather than focus on issues, the Dems hit hard and paint a picture of Steele being a Bush-loving Republican – sure death for any candidate who wishes to secure the Black vote (which is essentially what both candidates are trying to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few celebrity endorsements (Don King, Mike Tyson, and Russell Simmons - to name a few) and Bush-hugging pictures later, we arrive at the most recent commercials – Michael J. Fox endorsing Ben Cardin cause he supports stem cell research. In the add Fox, who has Parkinson’s disease is shaking uncontrollably as a result of the disease. Why, oh why, would Rush Limbaugh go and mimic Fox and question the actor’s actual state at the time of taping. People are really up in arms out this whole thing. Limbaugh was wrong to have even taken it to that point, but more importantly both candidates were wrong ignoring the issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to win the ‘Black vote’ these men have resorted to all the celebrity endorsements and mud-slinging you can think of. Won’t someone please focus on the issues? Please? I mean, I don’t care that Steele is a Black Republican – I’m over that. It’s not like Democrats are the saints, both parties do dirt and so in my opinion you should be voting for the candidate not the party they represent. Granted, sometimes it’s rough for an individual to express their own views when they have to go with the mob mentality of a political party, but damn can we get some real, accountable people into office? All of this going back and forth between Cardin and Steele makes me rather sick. Actually, it’s more so been the Democrats hitting Steele hard because he’s a Black Republican that supports Bush. Ok fine, but telling me how bad the opponent might be really says nothing about what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you’re&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; doing. It’s like picking the lesser of two evils, really. I’d like to know what Cardin plans to do for Maryland if elected for Senate – again. I mean damn, can we talk about &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing went down in the DC Primaries with Adrian Fenty running against Linda Crop for the Democratic bid for mayor. Cropp spent so much of her campaign time badmouthing Fenty that she never even bothered to address what she would like to do if elected. I mean it got out of hand – it seemed like every tv add she did talked about how inexperienced and flawed this man was – ok, but what can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do? I got to see all 5 candidates (Vincent Orange, Michael Brown, Linda Cropp, Adrian Fenty, and Mary Johns) at a debate last November, and personally I liked Michael Brown the best. I thought Fenty was so-so, but what really won me over was his response to all of Cropp’s nay saying - the man just kept on doing his thing. He continued to walk door to door as a part of his campaign and his ads talked about what he could do and what he hoped to accomplish if her were elected mayor. He never sunk to Cropp’s level and focused on the issues – as every politician should. That’s what I liked about him, and how he got my respect. Granted, I’m not completely sold on him, but you’ve got to respect that. I wish that more would keep to the issues and stop engaging in these back-handed techniques when it comes to running for office. Putting your opponent down or continually smearing them while failing to establish what your personal goals and objectives are mars one’s integrity and makes me very skeptical of your capability to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should run for office? Ha! No, I don’t think they’re ready for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-5788785920129491270?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/5788785920129491270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=5788785920129491270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5788785920129491270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/5788785920129491270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-lil-mud-in-your-eye.html' title='Got A Lil Mud In Your Eye'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-6414708887312327502</id><published>2006-10-13T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:33:11.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally Speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsR-2t5TexM"&gt;Hair Wars I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bsR-2t5TexM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEGAvJxYoz4"&gt;Hair Wars II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEGAvJxYoz4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a natural beauty...I've had my locs for over a year, and have been natural since 2002. Being natural is quite the experience, and having done the permed look for years I must say that natural is the way to be. I was turned on to these two discussions about natural hair and felt that it would be good to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the women raise some very interesting questions and views about being natural versus wearing a relaxer. Society has managed to warp women's minds into believing that wearing straight, sleek hair is desireable for women of all cultures. This attitude often leads to women doing all kinds of unhealthy things to their hair, all for the sake of the illusive "good hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really...what is 'good hair'? I think the idea of good hair should really be on a personal basis. Using the hair texture that the Creator blessed you with and treating it with the proper care and respect...that's good hair. I do believe that it takes a certain kind of person/woman to be comfortable with a natural 'do. When everyone around you is telling you that straight is the way to wear your hair...that relaxed hair is the style of professional women...you start to believe the hype. Lies...all lies. It's all just a part of how we as Black women allow ourselves to be caught up in the Eurocentric mindset. Deep down we want to emulate the ways of white people and so we sometimes fashion ourselves to be more like them. Straight, long hair....blue contact lenses....I mean really who are we kidding? God didn't make us that way for a reason, so why are we trying to change who we are meant to be. Doesn't the Lord tell us in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 139:14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we are "fearfully and wonderfully made"? Someone please tell me why we have forgotten that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I never thought I would be able to wear my natural hair out...let alone wear locs, but as I got older and matured I came to appreciate myself even more. I wanted to know what the real me looked like, and when I found out...I was in love. Here I finally was, all me, all the time, and I loved it. I'm not knockin' relaxed sistahs, I just wish that they could experience the freedom that comes from not having to worry about getting your perm/weave wet, or making those 'touch up' appointments cause your real roots are showing, or even suffering from the burns and scars that can come from leaving a relaxer in too long. It's a beautiful thing to not have to be concerned with that - to just be able to wake up and do your thing. I wish y'all could feel me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, check out the two clips above, the women featured in them raise some very interesting and thought-provoking points about natural and relaxed hair. Feel free to share your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CongoBrava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-6414708887312327502?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/6414708887312327502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=6414708887312327502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6414708887312327502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/6414708887312327502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2006/10/naturally-speaking.html' title='Naturally Speaking'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35915084.post-116067173166473517</id><published>2006-10-12T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:11:22.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;As if I didn't have enough distractions...I decided to create yet another blog. Bare with me as I enter into the growing pains of getting things situated as I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CongoBrava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35915084-116067173166473517?l=congobrava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/feeds/116067173166473517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35915084&amp;postID=116067173166473517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/116067173166473517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35915084/posts/default/116067173166473517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://congobrava.blogspot.com/2006/10/arrival.html' title='The Arrival'/><author><name>CongoBrava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06577989364323501663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://xc1.xanga.com/648d113a15031102690317/w72450242.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
