Six Random Things….

I took this idea from Labella Noire’s blog. I wasn’t tagged or anything. It just seemed like a good writing prompt…So here it goes. Six random things about Cool Crys….

1. I really want a PDA. Preferably a red Black Berry. Here’s the kicker…I can count on ONE hand the number of phone calls I get in a day. And most of those are from my honey. So WHY OH WHY do I want a Black Berry? They make one look very important. I’d look like I’ve got some kinda business going on…important things to do…important people to talk to. Ya know? I believe that someone mentioned this PDA infatution on STUFF EDUCATED BLACK PEOPLE LIKE. If not there…then it was on WWW.STUFFWHITEPEOPLELIKE.com. Either way, there’s no reason that I need a friggin’ black berry. Right? Cause only Honey, B, Boog, and Mamma call me. And occasionally my job.

 

 

2. I don’t have an I POD. Sometimes, I feel like the ONLY person on the planet without a friggin’ MP3 player. True, my CURRENT phone has a built in player, but I gave up on downloading music to it months ago. It was too much of a hassle. So, the play list I have on it (119 songs) will be the only ones I will ever travel with….Until I actually buy an IPOD.

3. I NEVER travel. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I know what you’re thinking. “But Cool Crys, You’re a flight attendant”. True. I do spend ALOT of time in airports and hotels. But I never travel on my own. You’d think that I’d be all over the world. But I never have time. And I never have the money. I go to PHX once a season. I spend time in ATL. But…that’s it. I’ve got the greatest intentions. ANd on top of all that…I’ve NEVER BEEN TO VEGAS! (GASP!). I never really wanted to go cause I don’t gamble. And I attempt not to put myself into situation where there is an abundance of alcohol and no time restraints…SO…no Vegas. BUUUUuuuut:

4. Here’s the list of places I WANT to go:

Peru

Brazil

Ghana/Kenya

Mexico

New Orleans

Sedona

Paris

Australia

5. Somewhere deep down inside me, I think I’m special. Now, I KNOW that everyone thinks that they are special. Our mommas make sure we know it from the time we’re little. That’s not the kind of special I’m talking about. I mean….I mean like NEO from the MATRIX special. Or 4400/HEROs special.  Like I have a hidded mission, or talent that I haven’t been able to tap into just yet. Something that I am MEANT to do that will CHANGE THE WORLD. I actually spend a great deal of time thinking about it. My dreams are very vivid and they usually confirm this deep seeded desire. I don’t know…maybe its all the Sci-PHI that I read and watch.  But I REALLY believe that one day (maybe in Peru or Brazil) I’ll discover some ancient ruins. Wherein will be inscribed a prophecy of some kind that tells the story of my arrival and leads me on a mystical  journey. I’ll discover that I am some KMT Goddess reborn or something of the sort. Please DON’T TELL ANYONE. We MUST keep my identity secret until the time has come…(smirk).

6. Last but not least…I spend most of my money on BOOKS and FOOD. I think I have a problem. .
I will spend MY LAST ten dollars on a book because it “called” out to me…or on sushi just because I had a taste for it. If I stopped making impulse purchases on books and food…I’d have an additional $200 or so in my bank account at the end of each month…and far more room in the trunk of my car (which is currently filled with books
 

So tha’s it. Six random things about Cool Crys. Who’s next?

 

Be Peace Cool World. 

1000 HITS

Thank you COOL WORLD.

 

The Cool Crys Chronicles has reached 1000 hits.

 

Its taken me four months to do it…be we’re on a roll.

 

Lets keep it up folks.

You got topics you’d like to hear me rant about? Questions you need answered….

I’d love to do the research that you don’t have time to do. I’d love to scour the web, news sites, books, and the such to come up with an answer for you…AND a strongly worded opinion.

I wanna keep hearing from YOU.

 

So…here’s a cool pic of COOL CRYS. One of the few that I’ll post. Not that you need to see me n order to FEEL me…dig it?

This is from the night I went to the “BLACK PONY” spot.

 
Also, pray for ya gurl. I submitted some of my work to a collection of poetry that the infamous BROADSIDE PRESS is publishing. Let’s keep our fingers crossed and hope that at least one of my pieces makes the anthology.

I also submitted to the CALLALOO CREATIVE WRITING WORKSHOP at Texas A &M. Its a two week, intensive program this summer.

Be Peace Cool World.

 

 

*photo courtesy of my homegurl B. HOUSTON

 

A few words about “Black Ponies”

On Sunday, I went to a local hip-hop spot. Although I used to be a regular, I hadn’t been there in seven or eight months. Mostly because the commute from Detroit to downtown Ann Arbor can be brutal( especially when one is ‘ridin’ dirty’).

Well, last Sunday, my sistah-gurls and I decided to get bad as hell and go out(read “Fresh to Def” or DRESSED UP). A couple of the gurls were in from out-of-town and this venue was the only place we could see ourselves frequenting in our old age. Meaning…we didn’t want to hear the radio music or deal with the ignorance of a mainstream club.

So we go. The vibe is cool. The music is dope as always. Lots of old school hip hop, soul music…some house. We’re kickin’ it. Enjoying ourselves. And I make a startling observation.

Most of the men in the venue are young, educated black men. Attractive enough. The ones I know personally are pretty talented. Most of the women in the joint…are young white women. With the exception of a couple of other groups of sistahs ( and you KNOW what I mean by SISTAHS), the female population was mostly caucasion. And they seemed to be the girlfriends…or significant others of the various BROTHAS (and you KNOW what I mean by BROTHAS).

This observation in itself is not monumental. However, I was in the restroom, inside the stall handling my business (read: pissing out two glasses of Reisling), and two young…women came in…NOT SISTAHS, I might add. And I over heard a conversation.

“HEY Gurl….HOW ARE YOU?!!!” *insert hug here*

“I’m goooooood. How have you Been?”
“I’m good. I’m great. Soooooo..how’s your BLACK Pony?”

“My black pony?”

“Yeah…YOU KNOW! Your BLACK. PONY.!”

“OHHHH….(knowing laughter) he’s good”
At this point I come out of the bathroom. They slide me guilty looks as if to say “OH SHYT! we’re Caught!”

“You know girl, the pony with the black hair…and gray hair. YOU know” the silly, white bitch tries to clean it up. All that was missing was the wink-wink. And YES, at this point SHE’S A BITCH.

I was OUTRAGED. I was soooo pissed. My whole view of this venue changed. Once I exited the restroom, but not before mean muggin’ the hell out of BOTH the silly hoes, all I could see was all the Black Ponies and their young white girlfriends.

I couldn’t help thinking: DO these “BROTHAS” think that they are doin’ better than us? Does it bother  these guys that some of the chicks see them as ”Black Ponies”? And isn’t “BLACK PONY” just another name for  breeding STUD?  Disgusting.

I don’t really know how to think about the whole mess. I guess it doesn’t matter. Folks are gonna do who they want to do…screw who they wanna screw.  And that’s their business.  Who am I to be concerned with integrity, the race history in this country, or the state of black folks’ self-esteem?

 

Now, I’m not bashing inter-racial relationships. If there is a REAL connection. If there are REAL feelings involved. That’s fine. BUt BROTHAS, PLEASE, don’t go fuckin’ with BECKY just because her blond hair blows in the wind…or if other things “blow” …and YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN BY BLOW. Don’t believe for a minute that you are doing better than a sistah. Don’t believe for a minute that black women are “too complicated” or bring too much drama or have too many issues. Cause when it all boils down…Miss Becky may be making thing TOO simple…’Cause Miss Becky may only see you as a “BLACK PONY”.

Tell me what you think COOL WORLD.

It’s the PM post in tha AM…

Peace Cool World,

I know I was supposed to post in the pm…but its now 12:16am ..central time. I’m chillin’ in a Holiday Inn in Houston, TX (BIG UPS TX) about to smoke a diet Newport in a non-smoking room. Ah well.

I’ve been web surfing (is it still called “surfing” or is that so 1990’s?) for the last three hours. I checked out a few of my normal ‘haunts’. I want you all (how ever many of YOU here are) to check out  SKILLZ BLOG, because a funny thing happened to him on the way from the concert…it was worth a good chuckle. And while you’re putzing aroung onOKAYPLaYER go check out ?uest Love’s new blog. He had quite a following on MYSPACE and now packed up his set and moved shop and is just as honest, well-written, and informative as ever…and just a bit narcissistic.

OK…I can get off of OKAYPLAYER’s nutz now.

Peace

Ok…so now I REALLY back. For real, for real…

I know I said I was back about a week ago, and then I disappeared into the oblivion of cyber space. Well this time, I’m back. For real. I bought a service that allows me to get on line at more places. Various airports, hotels, coffee shop and the like. So, you can expect updates from me more often.

In the meantime, let’s re-cap the life of CRYSTAL over the last couple of weeks.

* My dad offered me a part time job in his cooling and refrigeration business. It was while doing this job that I learned that the word ‘ R-E-F-R-I-G-E-R-A-T-I-O-N’ does NOT have the letter “D” in it. Who knew? I didn’t. Now, I just have to find the time to work this part time gig. He’s willing to pay pretty well. I think its his way of helping with out just handing out money.

He and I had a heart to heart and I told him a lot of what was on my mind. I didn’t tell him about my abandonment issues…especially after he said that his decision to leave us was an easy one.But one day…one day…

* After having a particularly difficult day at the airline (side note: PLEASE BE NICE, and COOPERATIVE to/with your Flight Attendants), I texted a home gurl of mine and told her to send the word out that I needed POSITIVE NRG. I just didn’t think I’d make it through the day with my sanity. With in two hours. …a fiesty, elderly black woman and her home gurl stopped me in the aisle while I was conducting a final walk through before take off. “ WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU”, whispered in my ear. It sounded like the voice of GD. The LOUDEST/SOFTED whisper I’ve ever heard. She and her friend smiled an nodded at me. It was ll I needed. I felt that the power of the universe was behind those words. I felt like I was working that flight for my ancestors and for my unborn children. I had to take a moment in the lav (flight attendant speak for “the shitter”) and compose myself. .

I was moved to tears. I felt FULL. And Overwhelmed. Humbled and exhaulted. I think that maybe kinda what the holy ghost feels like. I was so JOYOUS. Six words. THANKS ADAORA. ‘Cause whatever prayers, chants, and meditations you sent up WORKED! Don’t tell me what can’t happen when BLK wombyn PRAY!

*Because and hour after that…my land lady called. Said she has another loft on my floor that she thinks I’ll like better. And folks have been interested in it, but she’s saving it for me to look at on Saturday. I pray so. Because MY unit it LOUD! There’s a band below me that ONLY rehearses at four in the a.m. The folks upstairs sound like they are building bowling alleys in their spare time (no pun intended…or was it?) and the girl next door just got a puppy. Need I say more.

* Now, all I need to happen is for me to be able to get MONDAY off so that I can go to the SEVENTH ANNUAL STAR-B-QUE with my Eastern Star sisters. (noon-until, Lower Huron Metro Park, Belleville, Michigan. FREE FOOD, MUSIC, FUN).And with the way things have been going….Its gonna happen.

So that’s what’s been up in MY world. Thanks for askin’…

There’s more…but I’ll save it for my post tonight…when I layover in Houston…

Until then..

Be Cool World

Peace.