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Adventures in… Laundry Day

Laundry day … I appreciate the convenience of in home facilities. I love the neighborhood laundromat. My trips to the laundromat are always a little reminder of what’s good about community. Laundry day usually looks like me toting my sorted items in smart totes and pop up hampers, washing and drying them with equal parts precision and alchemy (no exaggeration just ask anybody who has witnessed the laundrafication ritual) and then usually tossing them in said hampers and totes (to be folded at home or more likely rolled and stuffed into drawers or trunks)… My plans are usually thwarted by the presence of an elder (she’s always there, usually different). I love seeing the elder there, dressed for the day (not in pj’s and house shoes) with her little pocket book on her shoulder, eating her fruit or popcorn or spicy cheetos… Taking care to do her diminutive load of lights. Her presence makes me refrain from just tossing the clean clothes back into the basket haphazardly and compels me to fold them and stack them neatly. Towels, in half in then right to middle,left to middle, bands up. Sheets, in half, then half again, then half again until I have a perfect square… Even the pocket sheets get folded. I fold shirts, in half length wise, then sleeves forward across the heart, then bottom to sleeve,and over again… So you can see the graphic… Pants,along the crease then over twice, waistband up. I take great care to fold and stack in her presence, I do it with reverence. I don’t think she cares or is even paying attention to the attention I’m paying to these garments and yet I feel compelled in her presence to to it just like this. Slow down, take my time, take pride in my work. Show her that I know how “to do” the laundry, not simply wash and dry clothes. I look up periodically and she still sits quiet, nibbling, waiting, not paying me any attention. Her clothes finish and she folds them delicately and places them in her laundry bag readying herself to leave. Today she stops by my table and says “Daughter (I love when an elder calls me daughter,my heart skips, and I judge that I’m an accepted member of the tribe)  you fold your laundry beautifully.”

OH THE ADVENTURES YOU SHOULD BE HAVING + MOST AWESOME ADVENTURES EVER IN LIFE… SO FAR. KINDA OF. (From Adventures in Malaika)

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OH THE ADVENTURES YOU SHOULD BE HAVING + MOST AWESOME ADVENTURES EVER IN LIFE… SO FAR. KINDA OF.
i hate losing stuff… especially my words… in 48 hours i’ve misplaced an atm card. paper money. and then i came to update my blog and there was an entire entry missing… but don’t cry for me argentina 🙂 from the crates… here is my lastest late offering an homage to GLEE and my love of mash.ups… 
most [mōst] adj. superlative. 1. great(er) amount 2. the apex, ultimate amount 
my adventurous life leads me down many ramblin’ paths, so much so, that sometimes i can’t begin to write it all down. i often find myself in the position of having to do a highlight reel of the adventures that i can recall since my last entry… i fight against myself to remember to chronicle, transcribe, and submit them in an orderly + timely fashion. suffice.ed to say, i am habitually running behind. the challenge that i often face is that adventures find me in the now and while living out these adventures i often become so engrossed in being present i forget the Kodak moment and or to write things down. fortunately that means i am LIVING and LOVING this beauty.full life with great people. unfortunately that also means that i am not sharing it as planned. and there in lies the rub… in my defense if we hearken back to the humble beginnings of this project, you may recall something being offered about my trifilingness… yeah, um, well… that is it my defense. sidenote: as a lawyer (when I grow up) i promise my defense will be stronger and clearly logic based… but as of now, let’s agree that we have faith in my desire to share these adventures and making a concerted effort to do better. 
now if that wasn’t enough of a turn through the stream of consciousness that is my mind, then let’s go further… 
some not of my not so recent adventures have included being robbed née burglarized according to the MPD, as the crime neither involved violence or my person- for which i am very great.full. 
i have also had the opportunity to travel and adventure with friends. we were able to successfully plan an adventure to an awesome waterpark to close out the summer. that adventure included a road trip, excellent music (i ❤ satellite radio + old school hip= match made in heaven), lots of water (tons literally) + excellent company. adventures down Vortexes, Cyclones, Rapids, + Lazy Rivers. the bumpy rides that they were– i hit my head on almost every single one – OUCH! i wouldn’t have traded it or the adventures in public showers and naked ladies for anything. an adventure that ended with a luxury SUV full of happy, satiated, and perfectly tanned brown smiling faces. 
there have been adventures in musical chairs with legends of hip.hop. Roxanne Shante! is Roxanne.Roxanne and Roxanne rules! 
adventures in unsolicited hosting and seating at the International House of Pancakes (because nobody takes the time to say the whole thing anymore) 
adventures in dee,jaying… (i went to REHAB!!! the disco chump… i’m no quitter) 
adventures in walking and gracefully falling in 6in. staxx 
adventures in partying. flirting. inappropriately flirting and highly inappropriate flirting. 
more breakups than breakdowns… which is a lot for a perpetually single lady…make.ups. and more breakups. 
1 french fry. 
Georgia Peaches {the drink, not the ladies or the fruit… well yeah. maybe. kinda 😉 } 
$.99 Margarita Monadays… 
learning what i look like from other peoples perspectives, especially my loved ones… (what looks like crazy on an ordinary day) 
and while i wouldn’t call death an adventure (because i only know it from this side)… it has had a more than pedestrian presence in my life recently and i am learning more about me through it… 
knocked up 50 year olds. arrested and incarcerated mothers. yoga. great friends. great music. The Breakfast Club… 
hiatuses or hiati (hi.8.eye)… my 9 personal jesuses or jesi (jee.sigh)… 
gains. losses. 
flying in love. 
the adventures show no signs or stopping or even slowing down… and i wouldn’t have it any other way… for you and i. so go out and enjoy your adventures… you won’t have to go far, they’re waiting for you. and hope.fully our adventurous paths will cross… 
all the beauty ❤ 
malaika salaam 
avid.adventurer 
knowitallwithallthewronganswers 
abecedarian blogger 

OH THE ADVENTURES YOU SHOULD BE HAVING + MOST AWESOME ADVENTURES EVER IN LIFE… SO FAR. KINDA OF. (From Adventures in Malaika)

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OH THE ADVENTURES YOU SHOULD BE HAVING + MOST AWESOME ADVENTURES EVER IN LIFE… SO FAR. KINDA OF.
i hate losing stuff… especially my words… in 48 hours i’ve misplaced an atm card. paper money. and then i came to update my blog and there was an entire entry missing… but don’t cry for me argentina 🙂 from the crates… here is my lastest late offering an homage to GLEE and my love of mash.ups… 
most [mōst] adj. superlative. 1. great(er) amount 2. the apex, ultimate amount 
my adventurous life leads me down many ramblin’ paths, so much so, that sometimes i can’t begin to write it all down. i often find myself in the position of having to do a highlight reel of the adventures that i can recall since my last entry… i fight against myself to remember to chronicle, transcribe, and submit them in an orderly + timely fashion. suffice.ed to say, i am habitually running behind. the challenge that i often face is that adventures find me in the now and while living out these adventures i often become so engrossed in being present i forget the Kodak moment and or to write things down. fortunately that means i am LIVING and LOVING this beauty.full life with great people. unfortunately that also means that i am not sharing it as planned. and there in lies the rub… in my defense if we hearken back to the humble beginnings of this project, you may recall something being offered about my trifilingness… yeah, um, well… that is it my defense. sidenote: as a lawyer (when I grow up) i promise my defense will be stronger and clearly logic based… but as of now, let’s agree that we have faith in my desire to share these adventures and making a concerted effort to do better. 
now if that wasn’t enough of a turn through the stream of consciousness that is my mind, then let’s go further… 
some not of my not so recent adventures have included being robbed née burglarized according to the MPD, as the crime neither involved violence or my person- for which i am very great.full. 
i have also had the opportunity to travel and adventure with friends. we were able to successfully plan an adventure to an awesome waterpark to close out the summer. that adventure included a road trip, excellent music (i ❤ satellite radio + old school hip= match made in heaven), lots of water (tons literally) + excellent company. adventures down Vortexes, Cyclones, Rapids, + Lazy Rivers. the bumpy rides that they were— i hit my head on almost every single one — OUCH! i wouldn’t have traded it or the adventures in public showers and naked ladies for anything. an adventure that ended with a luxury SUV full of happy, satiated, and perfectly tanned brown smiling faces. 
there have been adventures in musical chairs with legends of hip.hop. Roxanne Shante! is Roxanne.Roxanne and Roxanne rules! 
adventures in unsolicited hosting and seating at the International House of Pancakes (because nobody takes the time to say the whole thing anymore) 
adventures in dee,jaying… (i went to REHAB!!! the disco chump… i’m no quitter) 
adventures in walking and gracefully falling in 6in. staxx 
adventures in partying. flirting. inappropriately flirting and highly inappropriate flirting. 
more breakups than breakdowns… which is a lot for a perpetually single lady…make.ups. and more breakups. 
1 french fry. 
Georgia Peaches {the drink, not the ladies or the fruit… well yeah. maybe. kinda 😉 } 
$.99 Margarita Monadays… 
learning what i look like from other peoples perspectives, especially my loved ones… (what looks like crazy on an ordinary day) 
and while i wouldn’t call death an adventure (because i only know it from this side)… it has had a more than pedestrian presence in my life recently and i am learning more about me through it… 
knocked up 50 year olds. arrested and incarcerated mothers. yoga. great friends. great music. The Breakfast Club… 
hiatuses or hiati (hi.8.eye)… my 9 personal jesuses or jesi (jee.sigh)… 
gains. losses. 
flying in love. 
the adventures show no signs or stopping or even slowing down… and i wouldn’t have it any other way… for you and i. so go out and enjoy your adventures… you won’t have to go far, they’re waiting for you. and hope.fully our adventurous paths will cross… 
all the beauty ❤ 
malaika salaam 
avid.adventurer 
knowitallwithallthewronganswers 
abecedarian blogger 

LOL.LMAO.ROTFL. NO REALLY I GUFFAWED (From Adventures in Malaika)

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LOL. LMAO.ROTFL. NO REALLY I LITERALLY GUFFAWED.
you and i know that most times when people ~ type. text. comment on statuses. etc. LOL (laugh out loud). LMAO (laughing my ass off). ROTFL (rolling on the floor laughing). that they are in fact being generous (at best)… that being said i have found myself literally laughing out loud lately… it wasn’t a purposeful effort, just an organic development. there is no existential reasoning behind it. (thus no clever pic to go with this entry… 
sometimes stuff is really funny and i find myself emitting sounds (often loudly&publicly) from my oscular orifice and usually garnering strange stares from strangers… because people don’t laugh no more all they do is this #LOL #LMAO #ROTFL 
so here is the not.so.much.comprehensive list of things that have recently made me… well. laugh out loud… literally 

Dick Solomon on FB (thread): 
DS: Hey i tell you guys about ArtistikApproach? no? Hi my name is Dick and they’re dope! Your momma likes them! 
Facebook User: Yo name aint dick. and its not richard which is not the proper name for dick either. 
DS:its Richard and my name is Jonah aka Gist aka Dick Solomon aka Lil Pita the Feta Getter yeah im one of them kinda rappers! 

My brother E.O.N and RDJ at a breakfast meeting: 
E.O.N: So I recently came to the conclusion that Inspector Gadget is a Jew. 
RDJ: Yep! I can see that. 
Me: Duh! 
Them: Go.Go Gadget Dreidel! 

Brandon Tolson on FB: 
“So, I had a crazy dream that I was sitting down having a conversation w/ NICKI MINAJ and by the end of the convo she thought I was strange… " 
Bwahahahahaha… i couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that he let Nick Minaj judge him in his own dream… 

Another FB fave from Tricia Harris mirroring most of our thoughts on the ongoing summer heat… 
"Why is it sub-sahara hot outside?!? It must be 1,000 degrees! Sweltering, oppressive, can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think, can only pray for winter heat. ‘Hot like hot wings with hot chocolate in hell.’ Feels like the earth is on fire!" 

the funniest thing of all to me is dog teeth… whenever i have a moment of utter despair (ok. maybe that’s a little melodramatic) but if i just need a quick pick me up, i try to get my puppy to show me his teeth… or i make him make faces… i don’t why but i find dog teeth fabulously hilarious… which again usually gets me very strange looks… 
like sitting at my grandmother’s table having a discussion about the state of the union (aka my life) and then this came on >>>http://youtu.be/9VhYa1ulERw and well… i lost my focus because dogs in dentures… bwahahahahahahaha!!! she just *side.eyed*me and i laughed until that moment of funny had completely washed over me. 

i am not sure that everything that made me laugh will make you laugh. i will not beseech you to find things to laugh at, but rather to let them find you and really. genuinely. laugh out loud 😀 

Dick Solomon and Brandon Tolson are 2/3’s of the musical fusion of Renaissance be.ings called Artistik Approach… 

RDJ is Richard Douglas Jones a Memphis based road comic… 

E.O.N is Anti.Life Equation is Fathom 9 among other things.

Tricia Harris in addition to writing funny FB statuses is a Writer, Activist, Social Progress Business Consultant 

malaika 
reader of books 
laugher of laughs 
somethin’.like.a blogger 

LOL.LMAO.ROTFL. NO REALLY I GUFFAWED (From Adventures in Malaika)

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LOL. LMAO.ROTFL. NO REALLY I LITERALLY GUFFAWED.
you and i know that most times when people ~ type. text. comment on statuses. etc. LOL (laugh out loud). LMAO (laughing my ass off). ROTFL (rolling on the floor laughing). that they are in fact being generous (at best)… that being said i have found myself literally laughing out loud lately… it wasn’t a purposeful effort, just an organic development. there is no existential reasoning behind it. (thus no clever pic to go with this entry… 
sometimes stuff is really funny and i find myself emitting sounds (often loudly&publicly) from my oscular orifice and usually garnering strange stares from strangers… because people don’t laugh no more all they do is this #LOL #LMAO #ROTFL 
so here is the not.so.much.comprehensive list of things that have recently made me… well. laugh out loud… literally 

Dick Solomon on FB (thread): 
DS: Hey i tell you guys about ArtistikApproach? no? Hi my name is Dick and they’re dope! Your momma likes them! 
Facebook User: Yo name aint dick. and its not richard which is not the proper name for dick either. 
DS:its Richard and my name is Jonah aka Gist aka Dick Solomon aka Lil Pita the Feta Getter yeah im one of them kinda rappers! 

My brother E.O.N and RDJ at a breakfast meeting: 
E.O.N: So I recently came to the conclusion that Inspector Gadget is a Jew. 
RDJ: Yep! I can see that. 
Me: Duh! 
Them: Go.Go Gadget Dreidel! 

Brandon Tolson on FB: 
“So, I had a crazy dream that I was sitting down having a conversation w/ NICKI MINAJ and by the end of the convo she thought I was strange… ” 
Bwahahahahaha… i couldn’t stop laughing at the fact that he let Nick Minaj judge him in his own dream… 

Another FB fave from Tricia Harris mirroring most of our thoughts on the ongoing summer heat… 
“Why is it sub-sahara hot outside?!? It must be 1,000 degrees! Sweltering, oppressive, can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think, can only pray for winter heat. ‘Hot like hot wings with hot chocolate in hell.’ Feels like the earth is on fire!” 

the funniest thing of all to me is dog teeth… whenever i have a moment of utter despair (ok. maybe that’s a little melodramatic) but if i just need a quick pick me up, i try to get my puppy to show me his teeth… or i make him make faces… i don’t why but i find dog teeth fabulously hilarious… which again usually gets me very strange looks… 
like sitting at my grandmother’s table having a discussion about the state of the union (aka my life) and then this came on »>http://youtu.be/9VhYa1ulERw and well… i lost my focus because dogs in dentures… bwahahahahahahaha!!! she just *side.eyed*me and i laughed until that moment of funny had completely washed over me. 

i am not sure that everything that made me laugh will make you laugh. i will not beseech you to find things to laugh at, but rather to let them find you and really. genuinely. laugh out loud 😀 

Dick Solomon and Brandon Tolson are 2/3’s of the musical fusion of Renaissance be.ings called Artistik Approach… 

RDJ is Richard Douglas Jones a Memphis based road comic… 

E.O.N is Anti.Life Equation is Fathom 9 among other things.

Tricia Harris in addition to writing funny FB statuses is a Writer, Activist, Social Progress Business Consultant 

malaika 
reader of books 
laugher of laughs 
somethin’.like.a blogger 

THE BLAHS OR HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE (From Adventures in Malaika)


“ the sky looked like an old memory…” –Erin Swinney
THE BLAHS OR HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE
today is tuesday, june 21st… officially the first day of summer. the solstice. a park day. a beach day. a pool day . a day to take the dogs out for a game of frisbee. but for me it is a grey day. a don’t get out of bed day. a day filled with insomnia, dark circles and unshed tears. apparently, the sun and the weather agree with me as the first day of summer is blanketed in grey and the sky also struggles to contain itself, letting but a few droplets fall intermittently. the air seems moody, melancholy, filled with a general malaise. it seems tailored to my mood and i wonder, if the weather is affecting my emotions or are my emotions affecting the weather. 

yep, i have the blues, the greys, the browns, the blechs, the blahs… for a professed, proclaimed, optimist, the blahs are my bottom. my depression. the lowest i will allow myself to sink. it’s a mind over matter thing, but sometimes the matter piles up and the mind is subjugated to darkness and depth. and in these recesses i find myself in the bottom of a sugar.free.kosher gelatin.type snack. in the ink of a pen. the clicks of the keys under my fingertips. the warmth of my children as they curl up next to me and ensure my happiness. smile. resolve. and anchor me to reality, lest i drown in the deep.end of the pool of my thoughts. 

as i direct all of my positive energy towards my intentions and resist the urge to be overcome by mounting responsibilities or beset by grief, i recall. 

i recall that the times get tough. the times change. and they get tougher. but i remain confident in our resiliency. we don’t just bounce back, we bounce better. we lose. we are robbed. we don’t have. checks are late or come not. and yet we survive. make a way. thrive. the blues. jazz. rock. hip.hop. beauty.full art, color, and sound have been creatively birthed from seemingly infinite sadness and an oft unfathomable depth of sorrow, but deeper still is our purpose. conviction. a necessity to abide. a good friend. the Big Lebowski. farewells. hi.lo (s). new babies. new siblings. new couplings. new kisses. fresh linens. the puppy that is well and lonely and lost and confused without his brother depending on you to make things all better. there are still words to be written. melodies to be composed. canvases yearning for color and life. waiting wombs. impatient cells waiting to regenrate. a baby craning it’s little neck to see what you see. get just a little glimpse of this world. and you and i. unafraid. undeterred. the sun finally emerges late in the day to create a master.full sunset. i smile knowingly. 

ALL the beauty!!! 
malaika 
manic midnight marauder 
despairing dog owner 
aspiring blogger 

THE BLAHS OR HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE (From Adventures in Malaika)


” the sky looked like an old memory…” —Erin Swinney
THE BLAHS OR HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE
today is tuesday, june 21st… officially the first day of summer. the solstice. a park day. a beach day. a pool day . a day to take the dogs out for a game of frisbee. but for me it is a grey day. a don’t get out of bed day. a day filled with insomnia, dark circles and unshed tears. apparently, the sun and the weather agree with me as the first day of summer is blanketed in grey and the sky also struggles to contain itself, letting but a few droplets fall intermittently. the air seems moody, melancholy, filled with a general malaise. it seems tailored to my mood and i wonder, if the weather is affecting my emotions or are my emotions affecting the weather. 

yep, i have the blues, the greys, the browns, the blechs, the blahs… for a professed, proclaimed, optimist, the blahs are my bottom. my depression. the lowest i will allow myself to sink. it’s a mind over matter thing, but sometimes the matter piles up and the mind is subjugated to darkness and depth. and in these recesses i find myself in the bottom of a sugar.free.kosher gelatin.type snack. in the ink of a pen. the clicks of the keys under my fingertips. the warmth of my children as they curl up next to me and ensure my happiness. smile. resolve. and anchor me to reality, lest i drown in the deep.end of the pool of my thoughts. 

as i direct all of my positive energy towards my intentions and resist the urge to be overcome by mounting responsibilities or beset by grief, i recall. 

i recall that the times get tough. the times change. and they get tougher. but i remain confident in our resiliency. we don’t just bounce back, we bounce better. we lose. we are robbed. we don’t have. checks are late or come not. and yet we survive. make a way. thrive. the blues. jazz. rock. hip.hop. beauty.full art, color, and sound have been creatively birthed from seemingly infinite sadness and an oft unfathomable depth of sorrow, but deeper still is our purpose. conviction. a necessity to abide. a good friend. the Big Lebowski. farewells. hi.lo (s). new babies. new siblings. new couplings. new kisses. fresh linens. the puppy that is well and lonely and lost and confused without his brother depending on you to make things all better. there are still words to be written. melodies to be composed. canvases yearning for color and life. waiting wombs. impatient cells waiting to regenrate. a baby craning it’s little neck to see what you see. get just a little glimpse of this world. and you and i. unafraid. undeterred. the sun finally emerges late in the day to create a master.full sunset. i smile knowingly. 

ALL the beauty!!! 
malaika 
manic midnight marauder 
despairing dog owner 
aspiring blogger