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 

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 

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 

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