Friday, May 13, 2011

Walks While Sipping Lattes

A while back, A Brother walks and sips his latte with peace and satisfaction.  His power comes from the fact the he knows that the world will be ok. . .  for at least the moment.  While walking I spotted a most curious situation-A couple holding hands strolling leisurely down the street.  Typically it's a dime a dozen situation on the streets, but this couple drew dirty looks/glances, and one person nearly walked into the street to avoid these guys.

No big deal, you say?  Welcome to the south where you ARE judged by appearances. I gave that couple kudos 'cause they knew they were going to be judged and walked down the street just the same.  Also I'm not hating on nobody for being in love. I kept this scene in my head so you know one day it will be a story I write.  

Sometimes I wish all it took was giving someone a latte to calm them down, but ironically lattes will boost you up.  Perhaps some herbal tea instead?

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Bust That Thing

For those not in the know, I am an artist.  I'm skilled in drawing, painting, photography, printing, and writing.  I'll need to dust off my drawing skills because I feel they are a part of me with equal standing to my writing.  This can't come soon, although I wanted to work on my skills during the weekends. Thesis Fridays rules my weekends as does screenwriting.  This does not mean I won't get back to the basics someday.  My goals must have order.

The second part of this post is about what kind of artist am I? been thinking of how to get outside the box.  Ever notice how some marginal talent percolates while some legit talents simply simmer in the eye of public.  I sometimes wonder what it would be like if someone suddenly became a little pretentious, audacious, and a little naughty then busted the stuff outta the box.  Just wondering.  Creativity should be fun, otherwise it's boring.

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Ha!

Ok y'all know a brother does his Starbucks run all the time.  Spend more money there than I care to admit.  Part of it is the walk to Starbucks as I get to move about.  Feels good.  Anywhoo went there the other day and this chick was checking me out.  I caught her, and she tried to pretend she wasn't. She couldn't be any more obvious.  Her eyes couldn't lie, and she didn't hide well.  I'm like if you're not interested, that's cool with me, but for God's sake don't think you're unnoticed.