Saturday, November 20, 2004
Road Trip
Today started with an extra 1/2 hour sleep in preparation for a 3 hour ride to see some property with the ffolks. As I opened my eyes to the fur-elise-ma's-wake-up-call ringer of my phone I realized I fell asleep with the TV on. Natural Cures They Won't Tell You About, was blaring all the truth about the FDA and how they will put out medicine and food to keep you sick and on their approved medications WAKE UP Amerikkka!My youngin was off today to join in the land acquisition excursion. So we get on the road, parents with Z and I back-seating the whole shebang. We literally drove through cotton fields for 3 hours drizzled with sleepy towns. When people think of GA I'm sure all they conceptualize is ATL, Outcast, T.I., African-American Mecca, maybe the confederate flag, and peaches. But I spent all day lookin at straight country draped in cut, stripped, harvested, overgrown cotton fields. Yes there was sky and grass and houses in between, but it was the thousands of acres of cotton that resonated somewhere deep within. All I could imagine was Black bodies moving in and out of the rows with baskets in tow. How onle some decades and a war separated me from chitterlings and bloody fingertips. As we got closer to the property, an affordable 16 acres for Ma's horse and family in full, my heart sunk and the city girl inside started yelping. Then the radio chimed in about the Hardees "monster burger" 1420 calorie fast food messiah and connie rice having her UTERUS operated on.aaaahhh! It was so ironic that after this mornings infomercial I had taken Llaila O. Africa's African Holistic Health as reading material for the back seat of my daddy's 70's funck music thumped Yukon. It was news break time. Oh joy only to be followed by the news of how the FDA has not only Vioxx out on the market sickening and killing people but there are 5 others that should be taken off the market or used with severe discretion. WTF, as I read about Euro-medicine and nutritional enslavement. Im not gonna bother with the rest of the excursion or when arrived destination. But it was lovely to watch my parents hear a song I remember from my childhood on the radio in a niggafied-ya-car-is-as-loud-as-a-sounstage with these two 50something divorced people getting crunk like the whip was the club back in the day (major highlight). But I am perplexed. I do not wish to live in a sleepy town isolated on however many acres. Im a villiage chick fish very much out of water. City girl who misses walking block with a box, infatuated with cultures, diversity and constant movement. And as I let myself feel that emotion I realized that this is not my place to be. Not Savannah, GA, or the south. I like it here but I love melting pots. I love boiled peanuts, but I need external ecletic stimulation. But I learned something today. I learned to pay attention to what doesnt float my boat, to what works for me, and that sometime on a day to day basis game plans get compromised. All in between is life with dreams dripping.
Woa so a long lost NBA lover, ol' school friend calls me out the blue as I blog this entry...She says "Yo are you watching this ish?" Little did I know I was being informed of one of the most illest bizzaro hokey game type violence. But hey I gotta give it to my man Artest,
for taking no prisoners. He's been getting into much trouble as of late and has given the Pacers some heart on top of their talent. I haven't heard of such a thing since Spree choked his coach out in Cali. Spree and all his antics aint got nothing on this. And the fans of DETRIOT. YOU SUCK!!! Detroit SUCKS!. Eff them and Eminem! What an away game, non? I predict all alcohol will be banned from that arena if not considered banned from NBA games. I don't believe there will be such a thing as court side access unless your at an NBA game. I am so shocked. Has violence truly become amerikkkas favorite pastime?
sugahoneyicetea.
Today started with an extra 1/2 hour sleep in preparation for a 3 hour ride to see some property with the ffolks. As I opened my eyes to the fur-elise-ma's-wake-up-call ringer of my phone I realized I fell asleep with the TV on. Natural Cures They Won't Tell You About, was blaring all the truth about the FDA and how they will put out medicine and food to keep you sick and on their approved medications WAKE UP Amerikkka!My youngin was off today to join in the land acquisition excursion. So we get on the road, parents with Z and I back-seating the whole shebang. We literally drove through cotton fields for 3 hours drizzled with sleepy towns. When people think of GA I'm sure all they conceptualize is ATL, Outcast, T.I., African-American Mecca, maybe the confederate flag, and peaches. But I spent all day lookin at straight country draped in cut, stripped, harvested, overgrown cotton fields. Yes there was sky and grass and houses in between, but it was the thousands of acres of cotton that resonated somewhere deep within. All I could imagine was Black bodies moving in and out of the rows with baskets in tow. How onle some decades and a war separated me from chitterlings and bloody fingertips. As we got closer to the property, an affordable 16 acres for Ma's horse and family in full, my heart sunk and the city girl inside started yelping. Then the radio chimed in about the Hardees "monster burger" 1420 calorie fast food messiah and connie rice having her UTERUS operated on.aaaahhh! It was so ironic that after this mornings infomercial I had taken Llaila O. Africa's African Holistic Health as reading material for the back seat of my daddy's 70's funck music thumped Yukon. It was news break time. Oh joy only to be followed by the news of how the FDA has not only Vioxx out on the market sickening and killing people but there are 5 others that should be taken off the market or used with severe discretion. WTF, as I read about Euro-medicine and nutritional enslavement. Im not gonna bother with the rest of the excursion or when arrived destination. But it was lovely to watch my parents hear a song I remember from my childhood on the radio in a niggafied-ya-car-is-as-loud-as-a-sounstage with these two 50something divorced people getting crunk like the whip was the club back in the day (major highlight). But I am perplexed. I do not wish to live in a sleepy town isolated on however many acres. Im a villiage chick fish very much out of water. City girl who misses walking block with a box, infatuated with cultures, diversity and constant movement. And as I let myself feel that emotion I realized that this is not my place to be. Not Savannah, GA, or the south. I like it here but I love melting pots. I love boiled peanuts, but I need external ecletic stimulation. But I learned something today. I learned to pay attention to what doesnt float my boat, to what works for me, and that sometime on a day to day basis game plans get compromised. All in between is life with dreams dripping.
Woa so a long lost NBA lover, ol' school friend calls me out the blue as I blog this entry...She says "Yo are you watching this ish?" Little did I know I was being informed of one of the most illest bizzaro hokey game type violence. But hey I gotta give it to my man Artest,
for taking no prisoners. He's been getting into much trouble as of late and has given the Pacers some heart on top of their talent. I haven't heard of such a thing since Spree choked his coach out in Cali. Spree and all his antics aint got nothing on this. And the fans of DETRIOT. YOU SUCK!!! Detroit SUCKS!. Eff them and Eminem! What an away game, non? I predict all alcohol will be banned from that arena if not considered banned from NBA games. I don't believe there will be such a thing as court side access unless your at an NBA game. I am so shocked. Has violence truly become amerikkkas favorite pastime?
sugahoneyicetea.
