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Bourbons, Cubans, and Wisdom for Life

Mar 01 2011 Published by under Flyy Shit

I hate advice, but I love wisdom. And yes there is a difference.

Advice is when someone decides to give you their perspective on your life. Wisdom is one’s perspective on his or her life; the wins savored and hard times endured that have molded them. Telling me what to do? A major no-no. Telling me what you’ve done and learned along your life path in a take-it-or-leave-it, memoir style, however, will earn you two very attentive ears from SBG.

Over the weekend, I discovered a vault of such stories that has fascinated me for the last four days. While perusing the online home of Esquire Magazine, I came across a section called “What I’ve Learned.” It’s an archive of random tidbits from interviews they’ve done over the years; tall tales and words of wisdom from legendary writers, actors, recording artists, and athletes. Some old, some young. All with refreshing perspectives on the lives they’ve led.

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Book Report – Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert

Jan 03 2011 Published by under Flyy Shit, Just My Thoughts

It took me nearly a year, but I finally finished reading “Committed,” the second memoir by “Eat Pray Love” author Elizabeth Gilbert. We can blame my start and stop reading of this book on my shortened attention span and Blackberry addiction. It’s pretty difficult to dive into a book when your Blackberry is an extension of your palm.  Once I gave this book my full attention (okay, let’s be real 80% of my attention) I got through it pretty quickly. This post, however, is more of my reaction to the book than an actual review.

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Dear Jay

Nov 22 2010 Published by under Flyy Shit, Just My Thoughts, Music

Dear Jay,

It was 1996 when I was introduced to your music. Was it an episode of Teen Summit or Video Soul? My memory fails me, but I do recall a performance of “Aint No N*gga” featuring Foxy Brown that I taped one Saturday morning. I was twelve years old, in the throws of puppy love with hip-hop and I idolized Fox. She was brown, brash and beautiful and while her content was over my head and far beyond my experience, I was drawn by the way she commanded songs and stages alike. It wasn’t until after I’d spent days rewinding that performance to learn her verse that I noticed the lanky guy on stage beside her in the Versace glasses. I wasn’t immediately impressed, I’ll admit, however you were an East Coast rapper and I was preoccupied with all things New York, so you were soon on my radar of rappers to whom I needed to pay attention.

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The I’m the Sh!t List

Sep 23 2010 Published by under Flyy Shit

I’ve always had the need for theme music. Perhaps it was the movies I watched as a little girl with those scenes of confident women strutting to tunes that sung their praises. I wanted to be one of those women whose entrance inspired music.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a band to follow me around through life. Nor do I have a Radio Raheem-like boombox to alert the world to my presence (though it seems that smart phones are the new ghetto blasters these days.). So I have to settle for the “I’m the Sh!t” playlist on my iPod, a playlist of songs to remind me of how fly and awesome I am. I keep a mental playlist of these songs as well and often sing them in my head when I’m feeling particularly amazing.

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