I completely gave up on the posting-from-Jamaica scheme. We all knew that was bound to not work out. I was too busy getting kidnapped, writing papers and enjoyng the local botany to really focus on any kind of coherent blogging. However, now that I’m back to (my) real world I need a creative outlet that doesn’t have a deadline, so here I am.

I had fun. Lots and lots of fun. The Howie-Brockington Jaunt of 2006 was still my Best Week Ever, but by tenure in Jamaica definitely accounts for the rest of the top ten list. The people need to know about the goodness. I have a paper due in 6 hours, so I won’t be writing anything today, but I’ll just pick snippets to write about here and there until I get tired of talking about it. We’ll have a vote. What should I tell first?

-The Ballad of the Constable (A Trilogy)
-How I Almost Got Kidnapped Again
-”Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Bembe!”
The Harlem AllStar
-Assorted Hollerations
-BDWC Theory – An International Perspective
-The YMCA - The Boys
-The TMCA - The Kids
-The City Bus
-The Mini Bus
-How to Survive Sumfest with Explosive Diarrhea
-”Big chune, dis!”

Vote or something. I’m just going to pick what I most feel like thinking about and typing out at the moment anyway, but at least you’ll feel like you have a say.

I finally refound the password for my statcounter… these are always so damn weird. A year and a month of no posts, and still people find me.

The weird ways people stumble across this site never cease to amaze me. This week’s winner: biracial t-shirts (you in Newark… submit an idea and I’ll make one or something!) There’s the perv in Belgium searching for pedophiles, someone who wants an “i’m a hustla” tee (shouldn’t be hard to find), and someone in Marietta who thought I’d have some insight as to how George Smith disappeared… as if there were a whole lot of mystery to that one.

Gobble gobble gobble. This year I’m thankful for:

being alive
having family who love me no matter what
pink eyeshadow
friends who love me even when we’re far apart
friends I love even when we’re close together
jamaican beef patties.

Happy Thanksgiving

There, I said it. There is something of value of BET besides the In Living Color reruns. I kinda fell in love with Dame Dash’s swagger after watching State Property for the first time at three in the morning a while back, and this show is like, great. I can guarantee that Donald Trump never snapped on somebody’s shoes during a challenge.

I can also be pretty sure he isn’t punching staff members in the chest, either. Wtf? On Russel Crowe, explosive violence is def. not a good look, but with Dame I can live with it. I honestly thought he was gonna go hard on a bitch in the boxing ring on the first episode, but I guess that would’ve been too much; but if they start to fighting there’s no telling what might jump off. Ultimate Hustler seems to have struck that nerve of unpredictability that’s absent from most of ‘reality’ TV save The Amazing Race and Project Runway. And so stand my Reality TV Triad. Those are the only shows I’ll watch, promise.

Now, go on to the store and cop my birthday Armadale.