Dutty Fridaze Hot Fuk

Bombacleeeeeet!

Foolishness and lawlessness galore. watch Kameesha mash it up. *Fender get down!*

just watch TRUST ME

Big up to Baby Sham

out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing

there is a field. i'll meet you there

when the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about

ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense

-mevlana jelaluddin rumi

Inspired by Vanity Fair's "Green Issue" -------------------->

today @ dugla - mix up ting...

GREEN DAY

Its my favorite color and if the world could just go unharrassed long enough, it would be everyone's favorite too. Its the middle of May yet here in New York City, you'll be hard pressed to find someone without a jacket of some sort. This time last year I was wearing a tank top and I'm not even BROLIC. And there is a lot more strange occurances that have me shook that global warming is a serious threat. Can we get an ORANGE LEVEL ALERT on Global Warming out like NOW? Damn!

I hate to sound negative but, I'm beginning to believe what grandma says all the time "We are livin in our last days" Yikes... but I won't give up. I recycle, I save paper at work even though I know I don't have to pay for it, I take the train... lol. Seriously though, tree-hugger 'til the day I die! We gotta take care of the earth people!

Today we'll find green replacements for tons of stuff we use and what not. Let's get right to the VERDEFICATION (meaning: to take something a replace it with its "green" counterpart; to turn green)


Autos. Why drive a gas guzzling SUV (definitely NOT 'green')? VERDEfication: Toyota Prius. Google it

Coffee. It can be good often but its just so heavy and laden with caffiene. And the after-taste can just linger and make your breate oh so tart. VERDEfication: Green Tea. Yummy and light and less caffiene than coffee plus its got anti-oxidants which is good for few things ummm, don't be lazy... google it .

Cooking. I know some of us love our sazon, and paprika and even more of us can't live without adobo. You ask, why do these even need to be verdefied? Don't be silly, rumor has it that MSG, the ingredient that adds that flavor punch to sazon and adobo, can cause cancer... why chance it? And lets not forget about the salt content. And paprika? please, that ish is just red food coloring to me. VERDEfication: Curry powder. You never had? THE BOMB. Flavor is great plus studies have shown it to prevent cancer. Don't you love it?

Pets. Why get a dog that poops just as much as you do but can't poop on his own? Cat you say? Ummm, if that's the case, better skip Restoration Hardware and head to IKEA for your furniture. VERDEfication: Turtles... they are the bomb. You can't cuddle with them(unless you want to) but look at it this way- You can go on vacation for like a week and they'll be GOOD with a little water and no food! Plus they can easily out live most humans so need to worry about burying your buddy.

Red Bull. I tried with this beverage, I really did. I got caught up in the hype and wanted wings. All I got was a nasty after taste. And this weird speedy-wired feeling. Definitely not a burst of energy. VERDEfication: Sencha Shot. Concentrated green tea yall. This shit is the bomb if you need some energy PLUS it has a ton of anti-oxidants.

Vice. Newports, Marlboros, Benson and Hedges ughhh. Sick just thinking about cigarettes and the inconvenience it causes. Second-hand smoke, cigarette butts all outside the buildings where people work and nasty nicotine on the breath of an otherwise very kissable person. VERDEfication... hehe What can i say? I love it. Now, whether you use white boys or dutchies is entirely up to you

Getting To Know You Spring 2006...

you know the rules...first read this, get to know new things about your friend then copy/paste onto a new document then send to your friends/post to your website...

Name: dugla boy

Next birthday: dec 14

Partying? In Miami... 25th gotta be a lil special right?

Favorite Food: Lots of different kinds... Give me anything very hot and spicy.

Favorite Restaurant: Hunan Wok on Mott st... no longer there but they had the bomb Crispy Orange Snapper

Favorite Drink: Sencha Shot

Favorite Happy Hour Spot: right now i guess its Piazza Notte

Favorite Shopping Spots: Daffy's, Whole Foods & Bloomingdales

Favorite Movie: too many to mention but just saw Lucky Number Slevin... that was original and I LOVED the Karma that was going on. Priceless

Favorite TV Show: Weeds... it's original

Most Underrated Actor/Actress: Larenz Tate

Favorite Song You Presently Listen To: Closer by Floetry

Most Underrated Artist/Group: Teedra Moses

Favorite Book: Rendevous 18th by Jake Lamar

Do you have kids? nope

Best thing about being a parent: can't wait to find out

Have you ever been in love? no, unless I count myself in.

Best thing about being in love: >>it's probably the only time when in life where u are in the present moment - no thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow but u just want to soak up being w/ that person cuz it feels sooo good and so right<< Rey, I'll take your word for it

Biggest Turn-on: INTUITION...when someone knows without me having to tell them... gets my wheels turnin'!

Biggest Turn-off: INSECURITY that doesn't improve and poor hygiene

What would you be doing if you were not in the job/career situation you are presently in? Journalist or Costume Designer

So what's stopping you? My mind, My bank account, racism

Something you would love to be good at? hacking into computers... i'm being real y'all

Any pet peeves? when people don't walk on the right side. PEOPLE WHO SPIT! I can understand in the winter/ when smoking etc. but to make that a habit is disgusting, sorry. Let's not forget an additional pet peeve described at the end of an earlier post.

1 nice thing about the person that sent this to you? She is the bomb in too many ways. Love ya Rey!

OK, I'm a little jelly. And very jaded.

I get a certain feeling when I see happy couples together. Especially on blogs and other internet locations because its usually the best possible candid display and usually accompanied by sweet carefree rants or poems or other rhetoric. And its been happening a lot. Yes, my brothers and sisters are pairing off and I'm not. Its not the greatest feeling in the world. Kind of like if I'm crossing 5th ave and 57th from Bergdorf's to Vuitton on a busy day and a drop top SL 600 and Phantom are both at the stop light and I stumble across some pot hole or somebody... the pain isn't quite physical, its more of a slight emotional discomfort... then you forget about it. I know my New Yorkers got to feel me.

Been thinking a lot about companionship, acutally. I realize that I would prefer to be pursued. Not that I've simply resigned myself to the idea that someone will come and scoop me up and not vice-versa. First reason is fear of rejection. I don't mind rejection in general, as I've had enough experience with it and haven't even hit the quarter century mark yet. Its when I put myself in a situation to be evaluated in some way...the possibility of rejection drives pangs of fear into my gut. Needless to say, I can count the number of people I've "approached" on one hand. Second, its easier for me to read people if they are pursuing me. I can get a much better sense of truth(or bullshit) from someone in this scenario as opposed to vice-versa. Imma change though... starting now. So what's the best way to approach a girl or guy? Is honesty the best policy? Or does it depend on how I "kick my game?"

It is becoming more and more important for us to be able to get past images, especially as it relates to people. Time and time again I've found myself caught up in an 'image' of what I want in a person, forgetting that its just the first layer(well, second layer if you count scent) and could be very misleading as to what that person is like underneath. I, for instance, have been told I have a great smile many times by lots of different folks. Furthermore, I can flash that smile at will. Or Pam, or Susie or Mike. Doesn't mean I'm happy, or that I even like any of these people. I'm just saying. Janet Jackson feels me on this... smile is just lovely baby girl.

Is there anyone still out there that is holding onto the idea that your special one and only true love is out there? Good luck boo. You see, I've thought about it and came to the cold truth that there ain't no one out there. Why? A lot of reasons, so let me stick to the ones for me. We start with a bunch of healthy, fit and intelligent well-rounded(or at least open-minded) individuals. Firstly, as I said earlier, they are already paired the fuck off. Now I'm tight. Second, they are emotionally unavailable/unstable or some other unattractive state of emotion. Damn, its bleek right? Lets not forget about the ones on lock... a damn shame. Last, but not least, theres them ones that are not even looking to get paired the fuck off... damn free spirits. Just joking, I love y'all the most, y'all are always available, aren't ya? LOL

Funny I mentioned all that, yet I still believe that there is someone out there who will make me not care if I get caught in the rain wearing something like, I don't know, a brand-new white fitted, some linen shorts and some leather sandals... Yep. All in da rain and don't give a fuck! Where are you boo?

Speaking of the rain... For some strange reason, as I have observed, its commomplace on a rainy day for people to put their wet umbrellas on the floor. Big problem for me. For instance, its the dirty NYC subway, thats one. And its extra soupy and muddy cuz its raining. Then you put the filthy thing above your head again when u get outside, God forbid some of that dirt washes off onto you or someone else. Put it anywhere but on the floor people. Please

Miseducation

It was the second week of class and this was the first time he showed up. I watched him waltz in 20 minutes into the lecture and thought what a shame it was that of the two brown brothers in the class, he had to be late. The professor paused for a moment to get his name, I caught his name when she repeated it for clarity. 'Troy'. I returned my attention to the elderly woman as she lectured us on Shakespear's brilliance. Never mind that beginning in middleschool, I had already had 10 plus years of literature taught to me which featured Shakespeare in some shape or form. 'Whatever'... and I struggled to focus on the bland recitations from the professor and fellow classmates. I swear, if it wasn't for the occasional melodic prating in iambic pentameter, I would have dozed off. I tried to focus but I could hear the faint sound of music. I looked around and wasn't surprised that it was coming from Troy. 'If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush ya shoulders off' As faint as it was, it may as well have been blaring because I couldn't focus on the lecture. Perhaps the professor heard as well because she interrupted Troy's Ipod session to ask him how Brutus' downfall was related to his hubris. He took one earbud out and said 'excuse me?' I muffled the gasp the wanted to leave my mouth. No one could muffle the truth Troy was about to spit. The professor repeated the question and added a statment that would act as fuel to the fire Troy was about to spit.

The elderly professor spoke: "Mr. Troy, you really should take interest in the literature of this course, especially the work of William Shakespeare. We have yet to witness genius of such caliber in this lifetime..." I'm not sure if the professor had finished relishing Shakespeare's legacy but Troy had started to respond.

"I wouldn't be taking this class if it wasn't a requirement. All the required Lit classes I've ever taken always has something with Shakespeare! I should know it like the back of my hand by now." The professor cleared her throat as if she was about to interject but Troy wasn't done. "How does this relate to Brutus?" he queried. "It doesn't but lets focus on the hubris part for just a second. I don't know about the rest of the world, but the school system here seems to think of Shakespeare as the quintessential writer to base the curricullum on. How's that for hubris? Because to leave the thousands of other talented writers out of the curricullum completely is hubristic not to mention idiotic." By now, Troy had taken the other earbud out and was sitting forward. He looked as if at any moment he would move to the front to better address the entire class. "And I wish it ended in Literature class. My next class is another requirement, Biology." he ranted. "And I'm sure we're going to learn all about the genus and species and the 'root' names for all types of life forms...which happens to be the Latin derivation. Ummm, why is it that the 'root' names for everything is either Greek or Latin? Shit, I love art but there's no way I'm taking an art history class here..." His tone hinted disgust as he slipped the clean notepad and pen into his Northface. "You know what? Before I really get started, I need to leave." He got up and threw the backpack over his shoulder, he was almost done. "Oh almost forgot , to answer your question, hubris caused Brutus' death. Right?" and he was out the door.

That was deep

I will be going to Paris again. The city was breath-taking from the old-world style sculpture and architecture likeHotel De Ville, to the 21st century modern art and achitecture of buildings like the underground and sky-lit mall at Les Halles. I vowed that next time I visit, I'll go with a romantic interest and(or) learn some French. Place de Bastille is the name of the neighorhood where I stayed. They said its the equivalent of Chelsea here in nyc. Favorite parisian memories include eating their pastries(sooo good!), different views in the city(I'm a sucker for views... they have some of the best), and the people. Parisians have outstanding style, collectively. The older women seem to have aged gracefully and so has their style and demeanor. The young boys dress playfully and loud and the older ones have an ambiguous vibe with their style. There is flair and expression in their clothing and demeanor but make no mistake, they are no doubt the epitome of masculinity. My favorite moment had to be this young caramel colored girl... I'll try to paint the picture: I was walking down Rue de St. Antoine after midnight and I see this sister walking toward me. She was dressed in all pink and white. She had on white trousers fitted, straight leg and a silky looking white tank top. She got closer and I stared at her, storing the image in my mind. She was the flyest girl I had seen in Paris so far. I noticed she was walking slow, so non-chalant that she almost looked sluggish. She approached and she made her way near to the curb. She had on a mohair looking dusty pinkish lavender sweater- un-buttoned, pale pink pointy mules with a tiny silver padlock hanging off the side. Her hair was in a long ponytail and the had on some sick drop earrings... pink. And to top it off, a pink leather mini duffel bag... Christain Dior. She was walking with both her hands in her trouser pockets and the bag around her neck. As fly as she looked in all her fabulousness, I almost died from disappointment that I didn't have a camera on me when she pulled one hand out of her pocket and stuck her thumb out to hail a cab or somebody. Just too fly...

City of Light... photo journal

French doors/windows... now I really know what all the fuss is about

A step ahead of us when it comes to footwear... this is the window of a kids shoe store

This is the women's shoe store...

I vow never to go to Paris again with out a romantic interest...

That's all for now...