The Musings of a Muse

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145769112009-03-02T16:00:44.380-05:00The Musings of a MuseAquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1152885409740407192006-07-14T09:31:00.000-04:002006-07-14T11:20:09.426-04:00RE-MIX

One of the cutest...yet least imaginative rappers of all time has got to be Warren G. See, to me, rap is an art form because of its mix of rhythm and creative word play. Warren G always makes me feel like he's having a coversation to a beat...in broken English. That, TO ME, is not rapping.11/10/70 that was my intro,But now in '94, I'm rolling a 6.4.But things look shady when the grass is greener,

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1144764617754445012006-04-11T10:00:00.000-04:002006-04-11T11:51:43.650-04:00Hey Lady!!! Get out of the way!

I hate police officers. Maybe not hate...and maybe not all of them...but I have an extreme distrust and dislike for men in uniform. Not sailors, though. I have a weakness for Navy men. Off subject...sorry.The point is, I don't like police officers. I don't have a good reason for it personally. I've never been arrested. Nor have I had a run-in with the law (unless you count all those unfortunate

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1142633510252658002006-03-17T16:59:00.000-05:002006-03-17T17:11:50.266-05:00Holiday Race Relations

A conversation between a Muse and her child.Early morning, Friday, March 17, 2006:Child: Good morning, mama. Happy Patrick's Day.Muse: It's SAINT Patrick's Day, sug'.Child: Happy St. Patrick's Day, mama.Muse: Thank you, sug', but I don't really celebrate St. Patrick's Day.Child: Why not?Muse: Because I'm not Irish.Child: Am I Irish?Muse: No.Child: Is nana Irish?Muse: No.Child: Is Gris the Cat

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1138722026624323042006-01-31T09:56:00.000-05:002006-01-31T10:41:28.366-05:00Legacy

One of my co-workers in D.C. has a saying..."A person's passing is like a library burning down." And today the world lost Alexandria all over again.Coretta Scott King passed away this morning at the age of 78.I "met" Mrs. King last year on Dr. King's birthday. I sat in on a live interview between her and Tavis Smiley at the old Ebeneezer Church on Auburn Avenue. She was poised...and very strong..

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1135294558117139222005-12-22T17:27:00.000-05:002005-12-22T18:46:54.356-05:00Appropriate

I know. It's been awhile. And while I have a perfectly good excuse for M.I.B. (no, not Men in Black...Missing in Blogging), today is not the day to share. That story is too introspective for my mood today. Today, I'm feeling like a slacker and need something light and airy and useless in content to keep me from doing work. Besides that, the shit is just funny as hell.So today I heard two stories

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1132555077830325762005-11-21T01:37:00.000-05:002005-11-21T01:54:05.153-05:00Measuring Up

It is 12:34 AM, and I am up blogging. WTF?!!I need to be sleeping. I have a horribly busy week coming up. But you bloggers are so damn prolific. I tried blogging at work, but I found that I have become terribly unproductive. I tried blogging after work, but my daughter lamented, "Mama, you're always on the computer!"I've started to feel guilty about not blogging more frequently. I feel like I'm

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1130948904987522612005-11-02T11:26:00.000-05:002005-11-02T11:35:01.500-05:00On Hustlin' and Midgets

I have all of these things I could write about from my October from HELL, but seeing as how I don’t post so often, it would take me ‘til, like, 2007 to get them all out. By then it’ll be old news, so I’ll be very selective. Also, I thought it best to start you off with a light and airy story, seeing as how I left you with the pissed off deity vibe for a minute.And Okay. I know. You don’t have to

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I moved around A LOT when I was younger. That's one of the reasons I find "So where are you from..." to be one of the hardest questions for me to answer. Because really, I'm not FROM anywhere. I was born some place and then bounced around every 3 years or so.But the one skill I developed from my travels was recognizing those people who would be friends for life. I am a really good pen pal and I

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1127513134270725662005-09-23T16:34:00.000-04:002005-09-23T18:05:34.280-04:00Broke

"One day I'll look back on these times and laugh. But right now...the shit's not funny."AM 1998-2005 (almost daily)I never came from a family of money. But, we weren't poor. We lived in a real house with a backyard. Both my parents had cars--nobody was riding MARTA to work. Our lights and phone were never cut off. We never had food stamps, nor did I know what a food stamp was.BUT!...when

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1127067019085203382005-09-18T13:24:00.000-04:002005-09-18T14:26:05.350-04:00FanMail

Dear Muse,What the @#$%^&! man!? Where have you been? It's one thing to post once a week. I'm okay with that since you seem to be too stubborn to do better. But once a month?! Girl, you better post something or i'm'a hack into your site and post for you.Signed,Feenin' Computer GuyDear Feenin',My bad, homie (and all those with the same sentiments). Things have really been pretty crazy on my end. I

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1125518565705660872005-08-31T15:59:00.000-04:002005-08-31T16:02:45.713-04:00Consolation

I come from a home where men don’t cry. They just don’t.And, unfairly I admit, I have come to be accustomed to this trend to the extent that the sight of a man who is crying makes me uncomfortable. Even the sound of pain in the voice of a man unsettles me. I don’t think of him as weak. I know better than that. I just have a hard time offering consolation to a man. I just don’t know how.So

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1125118947240315612005-08-27T10:03:00.000-04:002005-08-27T09:52:37.750-04:00Sheltered

To say that I am naïve would be a gross understatement. I have about as much street saavy as Jan Brady. I've always grown up in neighborhoods where you don't have to lock your car doors, where you can leave your windows open at night...and said windows have never had bars on them. I've left my purse in my car overnight, sitting on the front passenger seat on more than one occasion and returned

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1124418039724046502005-08-19T07:26:00.000-04:002005-08-19T07:35:26.386-04:00Selectivity

I dream that he sits on a patio sipping hot tea or cappuccino or Aquafina(because someone once told me that Evian tastes like tap water)shuffling his sandals while discussing politics and race relationsin southern cities with 1960's mentalities as I muse over the poem he wrote meto go with the flowers he cut fresh this morning for my bedside tableWhile in reality, he is quiet, reading the town's

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1124056520160980152005-08-14T17:39:00.000-04:002005-08-14T18:59:59.786-04:00Adequacy

This is how I look without makeupAnd with no bra my ninnys sag down lowMy hair ain’t never hung down to my shouldersAnd it might not grow…shit, ya never know…But I’m cleva, when I bust a rhymeShe's cleva, always on your mindI'm cleva, and I really wanna growBut why come, I’m the last to know? --Erykah BaduI really like me. There are things about me that give me cause to smile at myself. For

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1123462190901845252005-08-07T19:58:00.000-04:002005-08-07T20:49:50.906-04:00Completion

my legs are 42 inches from hip to heel...each...so when I wrap them around you,my thick stemshave the ability to cover you like kudzu on oak trees...cover you...entirely.and that's how you like it, right?entirely?you don't want just pieces of me.you want me, entirelyUnfortunately for meand for youall I have are pieces.I have the skeletal onesthe edge piecesthe ones with which puzzle afficionados

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1122829338619129082005-07-31T13:00:00.000-04:002005-07-31T15:46:40.796-04:00Prerogative

Two weeks ago when I joined the blogger community, the 'Blogsphere’, as I've learned is the proper epitaph, little did I know I was becoming a part of a new microcosm, ripe with its own engaging characters and real-life drama. You have blog rivalries…blog haters…blog biters…blog groupies…blog soap-operas…blog alliances. All ya’ll need is a president and you can form your own country.Now you have

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1122176155105661642005-07-23T21:26:00.000-04:002005-07-23T23:39:18.176-04:00Fabulous

I always keep a pen on hand when I read. If I ever come across a word or topic I’m not familiar with, I underline it, with the intention of looking it up when I put the book, newspaper or magazine down long enough to get to a dictionary or to Merriam-Webster online. At this very moment I’m sitting near the gate at the Chicago-O’Hare airport reading Pearl Cleage and highlighting patchouli with my

Aquatic Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08572153271835819659noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14576911.post-1121647613763714972005-07-18T11:00:00.000-04:002005-07-17T20:53:19.423-04:00Virginity

The first time I heard of this thing called "a blog" was during the 2004 elections. Peter Jennings suggested that we all text, e-mail or blog our opinions about the presidential race."We should what?!"So being the nerd that I am, of course I tried to research it. Every time I Google'd the topic, I got a list of websites that featured everything from Kerokoppi the frog to obituaries to random folk

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