31 de Agosto 2003
This is a journey...
And I welcome you to come along with me. Minimalist is my preferred design mode; however after a summer-long forced hiatus I’m trying some new ideas and themes out. Come find out what I am all about why don’t you?
Vital statistics
Age...::...Damn near 30
Sex...::...Never enough LOL
Location...::...Moving IS an option...where oh where should I go?
Status...::...Soltera, sin ninos y deseo lo el mismo de mi amante...
Effervescent...::...Critical...::...Passionate...::...Loud...::...Shy...::...
Relentless...::...Indifferent...::...Affectionate
...::...Scintillating...::...
and Real!
Soy Morena…that I am. Bienvenidos to my world.
Do you understand what all this means?
“That was twenty years ago”….I find myself saying that often these days. Generally, it’s in jest, but the more I THINK about it, damn if I don’t remember the things I was doing twenty years ago. 1983 to be exact.
I was nine…
The Olympics were coming!! LA county was flush with cash, and the Ol’ Folks thought it would be great for me to spend the summer in NYSP – the National Youth Sports Program, which was conveniently held at Dominguez Hills. All summer long, every sport imaginable to a young 9 year old mind, 500+ children from the neighborhood. Talk about a party LOL I remember the shirts we had – white Tshirts with the red trim, that said NYSP!! And going to the Velodrome where the Olympic cycling events would be held the following year. I don’t even think that thing even exists anymore – last time I rode by it was becoming a soccer stadium, much to the chagrin of Carson locals!
I was definitely a PYT…Pretty Young Thing. Man, Michael Jackson was H-O-T, and Thiller was making history back then!! It seemed like every week, we were watching the “Making of Thriller” video LOL . Admittedly, I had those two posters (one with him wearing the brown leather jacket with the purple background, and the other with him wearing the yellow sweater vest with the white background – don’t ACT like you don’t remember LMAO) on my walls, even though I was more in love with Marlon Jackson back then. I wanted his babies!! HA HA HA…
Going to the 5th grade this time 20 years ago…my 5th grade teacher was Mr. Faith. Math wasn’t then and still isn’t my strong point, and I had to get up early to go to tutoring BEFORE school started. There were 2 other Black girls in my class . . . only a handful of us in the entire school. I keep in sporadic touch with one of the girls to this day. She’s the only person I am in touch with from my elementary school years…
All this just means I am old LMAO
This music is my peace...
My peace. My life. My sustenance. Kinda like air, water, sun. Truly. Unless you count 6 years of piano lessons, I’m really not a “musically talented” individual. But the beats, the sounds, the words…together they speak to my soul. You’re listening to Go Go Ology, a gift to our musical history straight out of Chocolate City. Not where I am from, but where I live. Words and sounds that are currently rotating through my world:
Designated Fool ~ "She's a master...of unbelievable skill..."
Mocha Soul ~ “My sexuality can BE your reality…I am Me…”
Stars ~ “Stars look up at you baby…”
Things Don’t Exist ~ “We begin…in vibrant colors…”
Round 1 is done...leave your mark, let me know you were here -- inspire Round 2, why don't you ~wink~
And I welcome you to come along with me. Minimalist is my preferred design mode; however after a summer-long forced hiatus I’m trying some new ideas and themes out. Come find out what I am all about why don’t you?
Vital statistics
Age...::...Damn near 30
Sex...::...Never enough LOL
Location...::...Moving IS an option...where oh where should I go?
Status...::...Soltera, sin ninos y deseo lo el mismo de mi amante...
Effervescent...::...Critical...::...Passionate...::...Loud...::...Shy...::...
Relentless...::...Indifferent...::...Affectionate
...::...Scintillating...::...
and Real!
Soy Morena…that I am. Bienvenidos to my world.
Do you understand what all this means?
“That was twenty years ago”….I find myself saying that often these days. Generally, it’s in jest, but the more I THINK about it, damn if I don’t remember the things I was doing twenty years ago. 1983 to be exact.
I was nine…
The Olympics were coming!! LA county was flush with cash, and the Ol’ Folks thought it would be great for me to spend the summer in NYSP – the National Youth Sports Program, which was conveniently held at Dominguez Hills. All summer long, every sport imaginable to a young 9 year old mind, 500+ children from the neighborhood. Talk about a party LOL I remember the shirts we had – white Tshirts with the red trim, that said NYSP!! And going to the Velodrome where the Olympic cycling events would be held the following year. I don’t even think that thing even exists anymore – last time I rode by it was becoming a soccer stadium, much to the chagrin of Carson locals!
I was definitely a PYT…Pretty Young Thing. Man, Michael Jackson was H-O-T, and Thiller was making history back then!! It seemed like every week, we were watching the “Making of Thriller” video LOL . Admittedly, I had those two posters (one with him wearing the brown leather jacket with the purple background, and the other with him wearing the yellow sweater vest with the white background – don’t ACT like you don’t remember LMAO) on my walls, even though I was more in love with Marlon Jackson back then. I wanted his babies!! HA HA HA…
Going to the 5th grade this time 20 years ago…my 5th grade teacher was Mr. Faith. Math wasn’t then and still isn’t my strong point, and I had to get up early to go to tutoring BEFORE school started. There were 2 other Black girls in my class . . . only a handful of us in the entire school. I keep in sporadic touch with one of the girls to this day. She’s the only person I am in touch with from my elementary school years…
All this just means I am old LMAO
This music is my peace...
My peace. My life. My sustenance. Kinda like air, water, sun. Truly. Unless you count 6 years of piano lessons, I’m really not a “musically talented” individual. But the beats, the sounds, the words…together they speak to my soul. You’re listening to Go Go Ology, a gift to our musical history straight out of Chocolate City. Not where I am from, but where I live. Words and sounds that are currently rotating through my world:
Designated Fool ~ "She's a master...of unbelievable skill..."
Mocha Soul ~ “My sexuality can BE your reality…I am Me…”
Stars ~ “Stars look up at you baby…”
Things Don’t Exist ~ “We begin…in vibrant colors…”
Round 1 is done...leave your mark, let me know you were here -- inspire Round 2, why don't you ~wink~
posted by sj-the-infamous at 6:18 PM
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