Monday, July 7

Poetry on the Menses, "Articulate," and the Black PhD

I've been saving videos on my phone for a time when I wasn't doing anything. Today is the day. There is no order or line of theme for them. Just brilliant Black scholars and wordsmiths.

http://youtu.be/4vu2BsePvoI

In honor of the menstrual cycle. I love this so very much and want to show this to everybody!


http://www.upworthy.com/someone-told-her-she-was-articulate-now-watch-her-very-articulately-reject-the-compliment?g=4

"I had to borrow your language cuz mine's was stolen. That I had to borrow your language because mines was stolen but you can't expect me to speak your history wholly while mines is broken. These words are spoken by someone who is simply fed up with the Euro-centric abdeals of the season and the reason I speak a composite version of your language is because mines was ripped away along with my history. I speak broken English, so the profusing gashes can remind us that our current state is not a mystery. I'm so tired of the negative images that are driving my people mad."

http://live.huffingtonpost.com/r/segment/black-men-in-higher-education/53aa131c78c90a5a22000130
So much truth in this one!!


Sunday, July 6

The end of epic.


All good things must eventually come to an end. The end of my six week vacation is upon me and I'm trying not to softly hum the Mozart Requiem as I board this plane.

It is so interesting to me because I heard the Southern-est accent just now and then heard the lady announcing that the flight to Hong Kong is now boarding. What opposites.

I am so not ready for a trip right now cuz I'm tired and want to sleep in my bed, but I am already planning my next trip. It gives me something to look forward to. I already have 3 ideas I'm brainstorming about. 

But for now, I'm going home. 

Thursday, June 19

Times Square at 1150pm.

Faces at Times Square


Such a big tv.


My "it's time for bed, guys.." face.


The irony of walking through Times Square is that I was JUST riding a camel in the Saharan Desert less than 3 weeks ago.

So from this:

To this:


Mind. Blown.

Next day in NYC. 6/19/14

Tired is an understatement. Last night, the dog that sleeps with me decided to like every hour on the hour and wrecked my beauty sleep. And for some reason, 4am seemed like a perfect time for me to be wide awake since I'm still jetlagging from my last international adventure. 

But somehow, this makes everything ok.


Wednesday, June 18

Madrid Airport: Layover of Death

All my blog entries are out of order cuz I've been a tad lazy and busy all at the same time. I am currently ending my Europe/Morocco galavanting and am in the Madrid airport on my way to New York City. Below are a few things that made me smile in the airport.

#1

 Bakery foodstuffs. Although I didn't purchase one, I saw the best combination of 2 heavens. The "Cronut" or the croissant pastry, formed into the infamous donut shape, possibly fried, and then doused in cinnamon sugar. 



#2


I am a snob when it comes to orange juice and I can honestly say the succulent and awe-inspiring nectars I've drunk on my trip to Spain have been some of the best I've ever had in the world. The only ones that may surpass this were in Belize, but I'm pretty sure they expertise was all citrus fruits--pineapples, mangoes, and MAYBE oranges. I can't remember. I'd have to go back there again to engage in some constant comparative analysis (my dissertation research method just in case anybody got that lame nerd reference).

This machine squashes maybe 4 oranges in a mesmerizing sequence that just thinking about makes my mouth water. They call it "zumo" with a hard /chz/ sound. It's about €3-4 a cup which is outrageous but a marvelous treat.


Here's an automated version. Simply genius.

#3

I don't have a picture of this one. I found my most favorite clothing store in the whole world--literally. I've never loved everything in a whole store and felt that the clothing fibers of each piece spoke to my inner heart fibers such as they did in Desigual. The store is way out of my price range but they have my size in lots of things and that makes me very happy.

The designers are of Spain and it is like chic hipster goes to the Metropolitan and gets splattered with bright colors. They fashionized graffiti and made it classy. My grandmother bought a maxi dress for me from this store and I'm totally in love with it and can't wait to wear it when I get to NYC. 

I meandered through the duty-free store pretending that I was rich and saw that they has some super cute stuff from the designer Desigual. Yay! I looked on some of their shirts and dresses and purses and it had their tag line or saying stitched on them which was "Sex, Fun, and Love." Oh my goodness! So then I entertained the idea of getting a "fun" aka eff-buddy so that I could follow and embrace the first one-third of the store's mantra.

Or maybe I'll just read my Bible instead..

**sigh**

#4


And finally.

Maybe 4,975 millisecond after I started moping about my singleness for the umpteenth time, I crossed this intersection and looked down the hallway and squealed "Alas! My chocolate, wonderfully athletic and toned sculpture has come to rescue me!" Approximately 2,450 after this, I had planned our wedding, custom built home (since he IS an athlete and rich for sure), and romantic love story of how we met in the airport and it was love at first sight. Them about 3,279 milliseconds past that, I almost crumpled to the floor in dismay and sobs as I realized my chocolate sculpture was made of plastic model and a figment of my imagination. Well played, Adidas. Well. Played.

Ending.

See, this is what happens when you have a 270 minute layover. So many adventures.


Wall Street to Harlem

Today I'm walking from Wall Street to Harlem. Here are some things I saw on my adventure. Unfortunately I just now thought of this idea so the first 45ish blocks are pictureless. But I figure 

Times Square
Is a good place to start the pics.

Here's Elmo--take pics for tips.


GUESS WHO JUST GOT TICKETS TO THE LION KING ON BROADWAY!!!!!!


My face right now:


Musical based on Tupac??!


Love this! A magazine and snack stand with heart.  56th and Broadway.


Central Park


A cool world thing. Near Central Park on Broadway


Didn't know Donald Trump had his own skyscraper. I feel like I should write him so he can pay my school loans.


Bought peed my pants when I saw this. LOVE Alvin Ailey!!!! Must find tickets ASAP.


First Bapist Church built in 1891 at 79th and Broadway


Snack at 82nd--organic strawberries!


I like this building at 99th


This looks just like the place in Seinfeld!!


Found Columbia University, Barnard College, and Union College of Theology. Those city blocks wreaked of student loans. So glad I'm done with college!!


Cool bridge with train. Close to 125th.


Made it!!

I'm. Tired.

Here's my reward: Sukiyaki. Marinated beef, tofu, rice, green onions, gross poached eggs that I scooped out; miso soup and mixed salad with sesame dressing. And LOTS of water.


Map of route today. 


Yay me!

Saturday, May 24

Sagrada Familia en Barcelona

Barcelona has been, by far, my absolute favorite city I've been to so far. Every street that I passed was full of gorgeous angles and gorgeous people. 




Perhaps my most favorite memory will be the Sagrada Familia (Sacred Family) Basilica. Someone started building it about 140 years ago in the 1880s and it is still under construction. In fact, the prominent Spanish architect Gaudí worked on it for 40 years before he was run over by a train in a freak accident. He even built his own crypt where he would lay until maggots eat all his marrow which is in the basement of his heart--the cathedral.



Each part of the cathedral is detailed and thought through to the inch. I've never in my life seen anything or could imagine such majesty. On the outside are tall spires each representing a person--Mary the mother of Jesus, the four Apostles, and others that I can't remember. They haven't even started building the spire that represents Jesus which will be the grandest of them all. 



Inside are stained glass windows that set the mood for contemplation and religious rituals--prayer and such. The ceiling is so high that you almost forget there is one and you feel like you're in a forest with each of the pillars feeling like tree trunks. Gaudí was inspired by elements in nature from honeycombs to trees to water to leaves to decorate and provide structure to his cathedral.

Pictures can't do this church any justice. I'd recommend putting it on your Bucketlist. I will come visit it again when it is finished--should be in 15-20 years, just in time for my 42nd birthday?

Walking through this edifice made me think about a lot of things. Below is a synopsis:

1) Christ still has influence in the world. I get discouraged so often when I see, hear about, and interact with people who don't believe the way I do as they have not experienced what I have--salvation and sweet communion with Jesus. I want others so desperately to know Him and to have their lives transformed as mine has! 

(Selfie with tourist headphones in front of old section of cathedral that Gaudí was actually in charge of)

2) When I was listening to the audio with the stupid earphones that immediately identify you as a tourist to Barcelona but explain all the intricacies of the cathedral, I noticed how the vision of Gaudí who was a believer in Jesus as the One and only Way to God, has been diluted. I remember distinctly when the script said "you may not believe any or all that this cathedral represents and that is ok as long as you approach it with respect and search for your inner peace and understanding." I mean, that's cool and all, but how far we have come as a human race from Jesus. 

3) Also on this note, I think it is interesting how Spain, and the rest of Europe, has less than 1% identify as Christian, but this massive church is being built with both private and public funds. Gaudí wanted everyone to experience his Christ and to worship Jesus and make Jesus' name famous, and it is. What a legacy he made. He dedicated his life to Jesus and focused his attention on building so that others will know Jesus. 

4) Gaudí's skills and talents were remarkable, and he maximized on them building to represent the past, the present (him actually doing the work while he was alive), and also for the future. He knew that his vision could not be finished in his lifetime. And he spent 5 years planning and designing what he would never lay eyes on. He also mentioned that there were some elements of his sculpture that were not possible due to lack of technology in his day, that he was sure would exist in the future. And he was right. They now use computers to design Gaudí's vision due to its complexity.

Gaudí's vision and life is represented in his temple--it is his best, most intricate, and final work. One of the most amazing quotes I read was when he said that an element/concept he put into the cathedral structure was only possible because he had tried it before and perfected it before he was commissioned to do the cathedral. 



This spoke volumes to me. His best work was built on experimenting and learning from mistakes. He could not have built his cathedral if he had never sculpted other things. 

So in essence, the part I'm living in life now is practice and where I experiment, and learn from my mistakes. It is ok to fail and cry and be frustrated. I have to grow and be open to constructive criticism, but never forget my vision given to me by God. 

The other major thing I'm applying to my life is how important it is to not only build for now, but for the future. To leave enough of the blueprint--to write enough--for those who follow in my footsteps and in the path I've cleared. 

Last, guard my vision. After he died, there was a massive fire that burned up a lot of his models that had to be pieces back together, and singed his blueprints. Just like Elijah anointed Elisha to continue his work after he had died, I must do the same so that progress won't die. In every single movement of people, there has been a catalyst, supporters of the vision, spokesperson(s), and carriers of the vision to the masses and to the future. The vision, although blurry in my head, is important enough to require all of these moving pieces. 

I must be wary with whom I share it as people's opinions can distort the clarity I have and can lead me to follow someone else's vision or dilute the power that mine has. 

I also must write down what I see and keep it, but also allow it to unfold before my eyes and form into an outcome I may not have even had when I first started dreaming and writing. Life throws blows, but vision never changes although the outcome will. Gaudí didn't know there would be a Spanish war or that his death would be so untimely, but the vision continued even though links in the road moved the outcome to something slightly different than what was originally envisioned.and you know what? That's ok. 

On a lighter note,

Here's the love of my life--the cupcake. And I'm pretty sure that's André 3000 complete with his magnificent facial hair and hat.

I'm done now. Hopefully what I've written gave you something to think about. I grew so much and reflected transformationally as I traversed through the heart and vision of a famous Spaniard.

Peace.