Eureka!

Cable tv has made it extremely easy to get sucked into a new or ongoing series and be caught up just in time for new episodes by way of series marathons. I am a sucker for a Sunday day long marathon. Last Sunday, as I was flipping from HGTV and Jon and Kate plus 8, I landed on my favorite channel for escapism, Sci Fi. Sci Fi was showing a marathon of the show Eureka. I will admit tat I’d seen it before, during the last marathon at the end of the summer, but I’d only seen a few episodes, not a days worth, so I was geeked that I could catch it from the beginning of second season.


Why does this show deserve a write up? Yes its full of sci fi techie science stuff, and yes its funny and imaginative, but best of all it has Salli Richardson! Need I say more? The show is set in a town called Eureka that is populated by a bunch of geniuses. They work for a government operated experimentation center where there big brains get to flex. They are balanced by an average joe Sheriff. Eureka is complete with smart cars, Prius’, automated homes and a diner that serves whatever you have a taste for. To complete the haven called Eureka are the strong, super smart women in high positions that are HOT and just so happen to be minorities. Salli Richardson and another hot tamale by the name of Erica Cerra make this show worth watching, at least for me. It’s also a plus if you like sci-fi and are sick of reality tv. (packing my bags, Eureka or bust!)

Conversate is not a word.: The Thirty Worries

Conversate is not a word.: The Thirty Worries

Independence Day

The 4th of July is upon us once again. For many years I didn’t take this holiday seriously. It was a day off from work and an excuse to crash barbeques. This year, as I read countless blogs containing mixed feelings about the fourth, I’ve come to a realization about this country and the celebration of independence. It has been a long hard continuous struggle for African Americans in this country. Sometimes we don’t feel independent, free, respected, or tolerated. We feel like second class citizens in a country we helped build against our will. We are bitter, frustrated and disgruntled about the view of independence, especially from our perspective. However, this year, this time around I feel something else, I feel HOPE. We have an African American of great intellect and leadership running for presidency. Not only is the man bad, but he stands for and exudes all of the things we want to celebrate in this country. He is unifying the country just by running. He’s unifying the world by giving EVERYONE something to believe in. YES HE CAN and he will and I see so many people getting excited that their contribution to democracy may actually evoke CHANGE this time around. So this 4th of July, I’m proud of America, I’m proud of Americans, and I have faith that with the independence this country grants us, we really do have the power to illicit change and that this is OUR country. All of us.

Yet To Be Realized Potential of a Creative Class Superstar....

by Tiha and Alise

There are the bullies and the bullied
There are the popular and the socially awkward
There are the Bes and the wanna-bes

Some time after high school class culture meets real world life stressors meets survival of the fittest the lines blur and roles change.

The bullies become leaders or dictators (depending on the country)
The popular become entertainers
The Bes are being happy

And the bullied, socially awkward and wanna-bes are in management.
Welcome to cube life!

I think, therefore I am......an outcast in this cubicle nation
Weirdo among automatons scared of recreation...
Not satisfied with status quo and placation
But it is I who is the skeleton key to workplace rejuvenation...
Yet when I cross the cubicle borders I am faced with condemnation,
New ideas faced with scoffs and irritation....


Even complacency is complaining about the tedium of my cubicle existance.
Going against it's very nature, it has planned a mental revolt.
It kidnapped serenity and left a note saying:
give us fulfillment! give us challenge! give us free! or the bitch gets it...


I am a wolf in business casual attire
Ribs are touching..... so I am stalking, staking, slithering, & scoping....
Shuffling around in sensible shoes searching and salivating for something worth sinking my fangs in
Trying futily to fit in with the flock.....
A time bomb with teeth.... tick.... tock....

Conversate is not a word.: Child-Free and Fabulous! The C & F Club

Conversate is not a word.: Child-Free and Fabulous! The C & F Club

My Inner Man: Part 2

Nora Vincent has me steeped in the world of a lesbian trying to pass as a man in a man’s world doing man things. I felt compelled to do my own experimentation. In the middle of a paragraph about dating women as a man, and two ice cream sandwiches later, I jumped out of the bed, got into my car, and sped off to Target. Enough with the talking about it, I was going to get me some guy gear and explore this repressed side of myself.

At Target I made my way to the men’s section and straight to the sale rack. There was no need to invest more in this phase than I would in my regular wardrobe. I put together, rather quickly, some vintage wash jeans and a matching t-shirt that had a picture of a squirrel holding up two acorns saying mines are bigger than yours. You know this shirt spoke to me. I reflected back on my days in high school and remembered how much my jeans sagged, so much so that I wore out my belts trying to keep them strapped to my lower waist, and wore out the bottoms of the jeans from having them drag on the floor constantly. That wasn’t the look I was going for. I wanted baggy, but classy, so I adjusted the waist and length to give me room to move, but stay controllably off the ground. Since I hate changing rooms and trying on clothes in public, I bought the outfit, less than $30 total, and took it home planning on giving my girlfriend a drag fashion show.

Back at home, during my prep time before the show I discovered that how big I was in my mind and how big I am in reality was definitely NOT the same. The sizes I’d chosen had me looking like a gay man, one of the train boys*, waaaayyyy tighter than a metro sexual. I didn’t know men’s clothes could cling to the female form and be so flattering. This was something I had to ponder further at another time (I could get nice jeans, cheaper than woman’s jeans, that didn’t have the pouch in the front and left my crouch with room to breath, hmmmmm). Tight was definitely NOT the look I was going for. So back to the store I go to try again. Stay tuned!


*train boys- in Atlanta’s subways I used to observe boys, young men, who wore tight men’s jeans, hanging halfway or completely off their butts and little t-shirts and tank tops. They were showing what they were selling, I’ll blog more about this later.

My Inner Man: Part 1

I’ve had a secret, or maybe not so secret fascination with transsexuals, or more specifically the fluidity of which some people can go from one gender to another, with or without surgery. I’m fascinated with living like the other and have been wanting to try my hand in passing as a man. As a teenager I dressed “hip hop”, with the baggy clothes and baseball caps. It was the style in the 90’s and my friends and I loved it. Being a former tomboy, I wallowed in the men’s section and wouldn’t be caught dead in the women’s section. I didn’t really learn what my size was in women’s clothes until I got to college and felt more at ease flaunting my sexuality. Later on in my early twenties I cut off all my hair and wore a short natural, again the current style for all hip sistas attending college. Because of my short hair and slim physique, when I put on a hat and a hoodie, I had quite a few older folks mistake me for a boy. Back then this enraged me, after all I was trying to be sexy! However now-a-days, age, weight, and a second puberty has caught up to me, leaving me with curves and a DD rack. This makes it damn near impossible for me to pass as anything but what I truly am.
When Oprah did her show about the pregnant man, a number of good books about transsexuals started to get some buzz. One of these books is called “Self-Made Man” a women’s year dressed and living as a man by Norah Vincent (that’s not exactly how the title goes). I’m still reading the book and am so enthralled. Her experiences as a man are so far hilarious and enlightening. However some of her reactions and transitional issues are some that I’m finding I wouldn’t have a problem with. The more I read the book, the more I think I could pass as a guy. Specifically communication style and mannerisms. My pops must’ve rubbed off on me in more ways than I thought. Something is to be said about little girls that 1) have a natural inclination to be a tomboy and 2) are raised by their fathers who perpetuate the tomboy because they don’t want to see their little girls in dresses.
So as I’m reading the book, I’m leaning more and more towards donning some homeboy gear and getting my swagger back. Stay tuned!