SOMETIMES I DIGRESS… PLEASE FORGIVE ME (From Adventures in Malaika)

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SOMETIMES I DIGRESS…PLEASE FORGIVE ME
so i am writing this after a 3 day weekend that rocked my socks off and rolled me into another adventure… had i written this on saturday, sunday, or even monday perhaps it would’ve been a different story… but alas, i sit here tuesday morEning awaiting a late client and write this… i’m a little sad because i can’t find the introduction to this, my first.ever blog, and this is the second time it’s been lost to me. i’m a little sad because i’m afraid that those who finally run across this and take the time to read it may be lost… all i have is “it’s never too late to do it… unless your dead :(” and i’m afraid they won’t get it… so i’ve been re.tracing my cyber.steps trying to to find it and no such luck… which led to a little of this >:-l and this :-(… but because i had such an awesome fricking weekend with but two exceptions, i shall proceed and continue to rock this blog… which leads me to exception number two, which is apropos, because this situation STINKS!!! so apparently while i was whiling away my time in some deep, mystical, musical, perhaps even slightly chemical trance at the front of the stage on which ziggy marley not only performed his own music, but eerily invoked this spirit of his father in appearance and sound, osama bin laden was ‘sassinated. (in my riley voice, btw if you don’t know what that means please watch more boondocks! that is all.) i did not know this, did not find this out until hours later… how, you might ask, could i not know. how, you might ask, is it possible to have been so far removed from such current events… well it’s because i was wholly consumed with the most important state of affairs in my life at the time… which the time was the question “cee.lo goodie green the soul machines with his perfect imperfections going to performing or not?” it may seem trivial, as apparently the entire world was receiving the news of the world’s largest and longest game of hide.n.go.seek having come to a tragic end, but i was transported to another world in those hours… a world of melody and happiness. friendship and love. muddy feet and raindancing. the words were swirling about my head and the messages were so clear… love was in the air and perhaps a little reefer smoke to… and while i waited 45 minutes for sound check and my anticipation and anxiety reached fever pitch, apparently somewhere on the other side of the world osama bin laden was being indiscriminately “dealt with” and unceremoniously disposed of ( this is the part that smells a lot like no.2)… while i counted down the minutes and watched the backstage with an eagle eye, looking for any sign in the affirmative or negative of the impending presence of cee.lo green, the world was being inundated w/ anonymous reports on the capture and subsequent dispatching of osama bin laden… and then after 45 minutes of sound check (which they still didn’t get right) he appeared… in my mind, for my troubles and my patience, i had calculated how long i would need him to perform and exactly what i would need him to perform to feel recompensed: 4 tracks from his GOOdie M.O.B days, @ least 2 from cee.lo green is the soul machine and cee.lo green and his perfect imperfections, 1 gnarls barkley (obviously) and 3 from lady killer. he appeared… with his sweet, sweet, all female band… no costumes, no choir, just pure music… i almost wept as his strode on stage in his beige dickies suit and kufi… i was so overcome with emotion i was transported back to the first time i ever saw him (at 616 with Kanin, Adrion, Michelle, and some other friends w/ FISHBONE, ahh the adventures:) but i digress) and after one song, he introduced himself and asked us ( those who go back further than F_(k You and Crazy) if we minded if he brought his brothers on stage, the guys with whom he began his now illustrious career and the crowd or at the very least Jataun and I went WIIIIIILLLLDDD!!!! not only was he performing GOOdie M.O.B songs, but with all of the original members and this is the mostly 😀 part!!! and so the show went on and the technical difficulties ensued, but together we directed our energy and our positivity toward the stage and we sang, and we shouted, and we danced… and then cee.lo green and the GOOdie M.O.B commenced theie fabulous show with the still relevant “Cell Therapy” and after being enraptured for what seemed like ever… i was slowly and gently returned to earth and Memphis and reality. deftly unwrapped from the warmth of the crowd, like being unsheathed from a down comforter into a winter morEning. as i attempted to hold fast to every sensory aspect of the weekend, the further down beale st. i drifted the more my resolve weakened, until finally i was back in the real world and smack in the middle of osama drama. 

while i found the news of osama bin laden’s assassination disturbing to say the least, being able to juxtapose it against an awesome weekend adventure that culminated in a random wacky monday that i can neigh recall because of abundantly imbibing indistinct inebriants i can say two things for sure: that weekend i found love in more ways than one and it has continued to be a reoccurring theme inclining me to think that this may once again be “the summer of love” and that cell therapy is the soundtrack for the government assassination of obl… (smdh…and some fools were celebrating). 

oh, how i wish ,sometimes, that i were capable of a more linear thought pattern, or at the very least continuity. this piece started in may and completed in june. adventures.Adventures.ADVENTURES… picks up where this left off. but because i am seemingly incapable of sequential consistency this will follow and the other will lead and there will be slight incongruence, forgive me that? 

ALL the beAuty! 
malaika 
enthusiastic adventurer 
random triflin’ tweeter 
master braider 

ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES!!! (From Adventures in Malaika)

ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES!!!
the adventures of malaika and crew have been adventurous to say the least. i have had adventures in love. rain. floods. family, business, loss and friendship, to say the least. the adventures have been coming and going so quickly, that i haven’t even had time to chronicle them (blogging.fail). and while usually i find that most of my adventures happen during the summer (as some of you well know) the adventures have not been following my seasonal pattern and have seemed to take on a life of their own. my life, has taken on a life of it’s own… i have reconciled old friendships, so valuable and deep that i can’t imagine that there was ever a time or reason that we were not close, either in proximity or in thought, spirit, and heart. i have developed and nurtured new aquaintantships (yeah, it’s a word. it’s has letters and i just used it in a sentence). aquaintantships, that are equally rooted in commonality and unlikelihood and seem so familiar that i wonder how we managed to not make each others acquaintance sooner. i have had unrequited love, finally be reciprocated and love that i couldn’t find room for turn into something indescribable and even at times undesirable. i have fallen into a deeper, renewed love with art, culture, words, sounds, and color. i have seen the goodie m.o.b (all of them, including the little, loud, angry one whose name nobody seems to remember, it’s t.mo!) i’ve seen macy gray, ziggy marley, b.o.b. i’ve seen the incomparable mavis staples. i took a load off and was taken there :). i’ve seen salt n pepa and questioned women’s roles in hip hop (still). i’ve seen kool moe dee, whodini, biz markie, and the ageless doug e. fresh (i ain’t saying he sold his soul for youth.fullness, but damn… i’m just saying). my love of music and Memphis, have expanded as i’ve recollected, reminisced, and rediscovered old talented friends and encountered a new generation (our children) of equally, greater talented (in some instances) hungry neophytes. we’ve had brunch, late night/early morEning wrap/rap sessions. sleepless nights. ciphers. travels. shows. we’ve built. we’ve destroyed (a collective cold shoulder is a power.full tool if wielded responsibly). we’ve had babies born and family lost and even family gained (weddings turn into family reunions). i have been busy, so bizzy in fact that my alter.ego Bizzy Bee…has had to step in a couple of times. fun girl, drinks a little too much though. oh yeah and i don’t think she possesses an “inside voice”… i have probably prattled on too long, i’m sure, about my adventures… i have omitted some things, i know, in an attempt to try to give you an overview of my most recent adventures without taking up too much of your time. i hope i have succeeded in that task. additionally, i hope that i have piqued your interest in this chronicle and that you will likely come back, read more, and share with your friends :). but ultimately, i hope that you will not just read about my adventures, i hope that you will join me and that you will create some of your own… 

Happy Adventuring!!! 

malaika 
excited but trifling tweeter 
reluctant blogger 
awesomely random adventurer

ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES!!! (From Adventures in Malaika)

ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES. ADVENTURES!!!
the adventures of malaika and crew have been adventurous to say the least. i have had adventures in love. rain. floods. family, business, loss and friendship, to say the least. the adventures have been coming and going so quickly, that i haven’t even had time to chronicle them (blogging.fail). and while usually i find that most of my adventures happen during the summer (as some of you well know) the adventures have not been following my seasonal pattern and have seemed to take on a life of their own. my life, has taken on a life of it’s own… i have reconciled old friendships, so valuable and deep that i can’t imagine that there was ever a time or reason that we were not close, either in proximity or in thought, spirit, and heart. i have developed and nurtured new aquaintantships (yeah, it’s a word. it’s has letters and i just used it in a sentence). aquaintantships, that are equally rooted in commonality and unlikelihood and seem so familiar that i wonder how we managed to not make each others acquaintance sooner. i have had unrequited love, finally be reciprocated and love that i couldn’t find room for turn into something indescribable and even at times undesirable. i have fallen into a deeper, renewed love with art, culture, words, sounds, and color. i have seen the goodie m.o.b (all of them, including the little, loud, angry one whose name nobody seems to remember, it’s t.mo!) i’ve seen macy gray, ziggy marley, b.o.b. i’ve seen the incomparable mavis staples. i took a load off and was taken there :). i’ve seen salt n pepa and questioned women’s roles in hip hop (still). i’ve seen kool moe dee, whodini, biz markie, and the ageless doug e. fresh (i ain’t saying he sold his soul for youth.fullness, but damn… i’m just saying). my love of music and Memphis, have expanded as i’ve recollected, reminisced, and rediscovered old talented friends and encountered a new generation (our children) of equally, greater talented (in some instances) hungry neophytes. we’ve had brunch, late night/early morEning wrap/rap sessions. sleepless nights. ciphers. travels. shows. we’ve built. we’ve destroyed (a collective cold shoulder is a power.full tool if wielded responsibly). we’ve had babies born and family lost and even family gained (weddings turn into family reunions). i have been busy, so bizzy in fact that my alter.ego Bizzy Bee…has had to step in a couple of times. fun girl, drinks a little too much though. oh yeah and i don’t think she possesses an “inside voice”… i have probably prattled on too long, i’m sure, about my adventures… i have omitted some things, i know, in an attempt to try to give you an overview of my most recent adventures without taking up too much of your time. i hope i have succeeded in that task. additionally, i hope that i have piqued your interest in this chronicle and that you will likely come back, read more, and share with your friends :). but ultimately, i hope that you will not just read about my adventures, i hope that you will join me and that you will create some of your own… 

Happy Adventuring!!! 

malaika 
excited but trifling tweeter 
reluctant blogger 
awesomely random adventurer

ADVENTURE 12,456.5 (From Adventures in Malaika)


ADVENTURE 12,456.5…
technically that number may not be accurate… but i figure i’ve had at least one adventure every day of my life (sometimes two or three, which may or may not count as sometimes one adventure leads to another) but you get the picture…
last night’s adventure found the unlikely heroine (as it is unlikely that i will perform anything resembling heroism on a regular enough basis to be considered a heroine, but i always liked that line in movies and comic books, but i digress) looking for love… as i had tickets to Beale St. Musicfest, an ecumenical love offering to the god of happy month.a.versaries, i was sure i’d find at the very least some semblance of love close to the front of the stage on which Everclear would perform… because “Santa Monica” and “I Will Buy You a New Life” sound a lot like love to me…but the universe in all it’s infinite wisdom had other plans. plans that included a big sign in a warehouse window directing me to LOVE. and in that warehouse full of stylized hearts (designed by the oh.so.fabulous Mrs. Edie Love) i found love. love of music. color. movement. texture. sound. body parts. children. parents. lovers. new and old friends. artists… i missed Everclear, but i found love and it carried me on a free trolley ride. to the Beale St. Music Fest to the front of a stage where i saw. sang and danced to B.o.B in back of a teenaged boy who looked like he had just found love… if you are looking for love, i know where to find her…
ALL the beAuty,
malaika

ADVENTURE 12,456.5 (From Adventures in Malaika)


ADVENTURE 12,456.5…
technically that number may not be accurate… but i figure i’ve had at least one adventure every day of my life (sometimes two or three, which may or may not count as sometimes one adventure leads to another) but you get the picture…
last night’s adventure found the unlikely heroine (as it is unlikely that i will perform anything resembling heroism on a regular enough basis to be considered a heroine, but i always liked that line in movies and comic books, but i digress) looking for love… as i had tickets to Beale St. Musicfest, an ecumenical love offering to the god of happy month.a.versaries, i was sure i’d find at the very least some semblance of love close to the front of the stage on which Everclear would perform… because “Santa Monica” and “I Will Buy You a New Life” sound a lot like love to me…but the universe in all it’s infinite wisdom had other plans. plans that included a big sign in a warehouse window directing me to LOVE. and in that warehouse full of stylized hearts (designed by the oh.so.fabulous Mrs. Edie Love) i found love. love of music. color. movement. texture. sound. body parts. children. parents. lovers. new and old friends. artists… i missed Everclear, but i found love and it carried me on a free trolley ride. to the Beale St. Music Fest to the front of a stage where i saw. sang and danced to B.o.B in back of a teenaged boy who looked like he had just found love… if you are looking for love, i know where to find her…
ALL the beAuty,
malaika

BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME… AN INTRODUCTION TO MY FIRST BLOG

BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME…AN INTRODUCTION OF SORTS… 
somehow i managed to misplace my introduction… and this cyber.journal seems incomplete without one and i cannot seem to move forward without it… so after my bestfriend and i killed the first one with a phone call and the backup has been lost, we arrive at this point, a third introduction, after a second entry… yes it is it’s own brand of special and i am the supplier. so the quick version of this is “it’s never too late… unless you are dead X_x, :(”… i am not and though it seems i should have created a space for my inane ramblings long ago, if for no other reason than to make room in my head for more, i did not. i am however alive and so here is my offering…
i make no promises other than i will chronicle for you all of the EPIC, Indiana Jones.esque adventures, as well as the daily, random, occurrences that are the adventures of my life and the people around me… adventures in parenting. veganism. homeschooling. outings. innings. and randomocity.
i will attempt to make the mundane appear extra.ordinary (although objects on the screen may appear more or less ordinary than they actually are). because for the time you take to read these words i think you deserve that.
a little bit about me (stop me, if you’ve heard this before)… i create stuff. noisy stuff. melodic stuff. written stuff. painted stuff. interpretive dance stuff. organized stuff. and children (2) and an adult… just the 1 🙂 who i can no longer call my child, because as i’ve been informed, she is grown (groan)… i write in the stream of my consciousness, which sometimes meanders into the deep end of the pool 
(but fear not, you can fly)… i am grate.full for words and for you reading them.
ALL the beAuty,
malaika

BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME… AN INTRODUCTION TO MY FIRST BLOG

BACK FOR THE 3RD TIME…AN INTRODUCTION OF SORTS… 
somehow i managed to misplace my introduction… and this cyber.journal seems incomplete without one and i cannot seem to move forward without it… so after my bestfriend and i killed the first one with a phone call and the backup has been lost, we arrive at this point, a third introduction, after a second entry… yes it is it’s own brand of special and i am the supplier. so the quick version of this is “it’s never too late… unless you are dead X_x, :(“… i am not and though it seems i should have created a space for my inane ramblings long ago, if for no other reason than to make room in my head for more, i did not. i am however alive and so here is my offering…
i make no promises other than i will chronicle for you all of the EPIC, Indiana Jones.esque adventures, as well as the daily, random, occurrences that are the adventures of my life and the people around me… adventures in parenting. veganism. homeschooling. outings. innings. and randomocity.
i will attempt to make the mundane appear extra.ordinary (although objects on the screen may appear more or less ordinary than they actually are). because for the time you take to read these words i think you deserve that.
a little bit about me (stop me, if you’ve heard this before)… i create stuff. noisy stuff. melodic stuff. written stuff. painted stuff. interpretive dance stuff. organized stuff. and children (2) and an adult… just the 1 🙂 who i can no longer call my child, because as i’ve been informed, she is grown (groan)… i write in the stream of my consciousness, which sometimes meanders into the deep end of the pool 
(but fear not, you can fly)… i am grate.full for words and for you reading them.
ALL the beAuty,
malaika