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as all get out 

Posted in abuse, africa, Daniel Kaluuya, Jordan peele on March 3, 2017 by loveinotherplaces

First love announcement is there are still movie theaters that sell tickets on the cheap. Went with my homegirl to see get out … ironically she (a Black woman) is engaged to marry a white man in 3 months …. we laughed so hard. It’s my firm belief that satire and parody are some of the most effective ways to address racism. 

I love love love love this movie. I love black people. I loved the performances of the main character and the Black woman in this photo. That sister acted her face off. Like literally her face … It was brilliant, Jordan Peele. I was glad to be alive just to witness this. Get out, get your love. 

there is a man

Posted in africa, art, best of the best, black culture, black history, bliss, brooklyn, career, culture, Design, dreams, faith, family, fear, freedom, friendship, God, Grandparents, hope, humanity, life, nathaniel mary quinn, painting, Uncategorized on September 27, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

there is a man whose middle name is Mary.  he is most definitely a man, yes.Image result for nathaniel mary quinn art

i met him the summer before we both graduated from college.  he couldn’t decide if he would go for his MFA or pursue his passion for stand-up comedy.

he is surely one of the funniest people i ever met.  with the biggest smile.  we called him Q but the world now knows him as nathaniel mary quinn cuz he went with the MFA and has since become a critically-acclaimed, future-forward, painter.  he now sells his work for millions and has a wait list with jay-z on it.  he’s been courted by pace gallery.  he’s showing all over the world.

i wriImage result for nathaniel mary quinn artte about him because he is love in other places.  his testimony is so real it’s unreal .. and having met his spirit personally, it makes his current success all the more divine, important, and special.

i’m honored God brought us together one brief summer.  that Q shared himself with us.  that he never gave up.  that he kept painting.  that he found the love of his life and married her.  that he is blessed beyond measure living in bed stuy right now. that he gave himself the middle name mary. that he is always who he is and always authentic.  that he always makes my cheekbones hurt from smiling.  i love his spirit.

he said this:Image result for nathaniel mary quinn art

“It’s only when you begin listening to your heart, that you will discover your genuine self… And allowing your genuine self to be is not easy; it takes courage,” he added. “But the moment I finally let go of expectation and desire, I was set free. And now, I’m happy.”

— Nathaniel Mary Quinn

 

 

 

sweet grit

Posted in abuse, addiction, africa, african music, african-u.s. relations, america, anthropology, art, black history, Black Lives Matter, black music, cleansing, community development, death, dreams, expression, family, fear, film, freedom of speech, Grandparents, healing, love, mothers, pop culture, race, racism, TV, TV shows, Uncategorized, violence on September 26, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

Image resultit’s only fitting that i listen to me’shell as i write this. she is apparently the musical director for the show, queen sugar.  i was gonna leave this show alone for a while cuz some black shit i gotta support from a distance.  the trailers were looking amazing and i support Ava Duvernay’s talented ass.  period.  so, to me, the details of the show didn’t matter.  i’m not personally drawn to any shows or movies that are dramas. drama is not my genre of choice.  at all. ever.  but there is a place for it and some black folk need it to accompany their meals.

a friend asked me what i thought so then i had to see it. mind you, i watched ONE episode.  the first one.

and i am going to be as loving and gentle in my words as i can because i will always support the work of independent black artists.  the best aspects of this show were:

  1. cinematography — just like in Selma (DP was Brad Young!!) the shots, the richness, the frames, the focus, the editing … was beauty, quality, depth, and real art
  2. music — AMAZING & PERFECT
  3. acting — above average .. mostly believable and heartfelt

where i think the show can grow:

  1. story — more interesting (not scandalous or over the top), more choices, less melodrama, more uniqueness to each character, then let the authenticity of the characters drive the story
  2. writing — there’s more good black writers, needs some quirkiness, sharpness, tightness, poetry
  3. pace — long shots of crying do not make us feel emotion … pick it up

in summary, there were things i liked and things i did not but at the end i teared up.  i did.Image result for queen sugar  some of it was the music’s fault and some of it was black nostalgia.  i am mainly glad that this show is a balm for much of my community.  i’m reading on FB and twitter that my folks are finding healing in this show.  even if it’s not my own salvation that i find in queen sugar, i appreciate it as a place many will call home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

michael brown

Posted in 2016 Presidential Election, abuse, africa, african-u.s. relations, Alton Sterling, america, american politics, anthropology, art, atlanta, Atlanta Beltline, belief, black culture, black history, Black Lives Matter, breathing, change, chaos, child abuse, christianity, cleansing, community development, compassion, cops, corruption, culture, development theory, education, empowerment, ethnic conflict, Ferguson, Michael Brown on August 9, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

Can’t believe it’s been two years. Sometimes love is written on the wall. 

korryn gaines 

Posted in abuse, africa, african-u.s. relations, Alton Sterling, america, american politics, anthropology, baltimore, barack obama, bitter obama, black culture, black girls, black history, Black Lives Matter, breathing, change, chaos, child abuse, children, co-habitation, community development, compassion, cops, corruption, culture, death, Korryn Gaines on August 2, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

For Korryn Gaines and her son. May she rest. May he heal. May we all take a moment. To love our blackness.  And our fallen people. 

beans are more than to eat

Posted in addiction, africa, african-u.s. relations, america, american politics, atlanta, best of the best, black culture, community development, culture, education, family, food, friendship, growth, hugs, humanity, life, linguistics, love, Manhood, mental health, smoking, struggle, summer, truth, youth on July 29, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

when your former student comes to visit you.  when you met him he was in 6th grade. when you’ve been building a friendship since 1995.  when the mentor becomes the student.  when they turn 25 and start partying with you. when they smoke nicotine with you.  when they become the bar and the mixologist.  when they become a close confidant who tells you to embrace it in 2011.  when IT is the 2nd most devastating reality you had yet to face.  when the love travels from DC to BK to GA.  when you pray for each other.  when you don’t judge each other.  when he thrifts with you.  when he starts getting deep and wise.  when he pays for his entire college tuition.  when he is better at budgeting than you and insists we cook all meals.  when you don’t understand each other but still maintain each other.  when he becomes family.  when God is dope. thank you, bean.  for staying at the dealership with me. for all of it.  the ugly and indifferent.  the love in an other place.

free & jerk

Posted in abuse, africa, african music, african-u.s. relations, america, american politics, atlanta, black culture, black history, black music, block parties, breathing, Caribbean food, cops, death, ethnic conflict, family, food, forgiveness, freedom, God, healing, love, miracles, Uncategorized on July 5, 2016 by loveinotherplaces

It’s true. I was entirely lazy this weekend of July 4.  No blogs. No schedule. Nothing I didn’t feel like doing got done. And fuck July 4th in its traditional sense. It’s really a time for Black people to exercise whatever freedom we do have. The freedom to congregate after dark. The right to play our drums. The freedom to fry any food we can afford. The right to drink distilled potato essence and play spades. The freedom to move about freely until we get stopped by an unjust cop. The right to go to gay and straight clubs and dance until the sun or a shooter rises. The freedom to go to the beach and swim or wish you could swim. The right to set off TNT in the air. The freedom to remember all the black bodies America has violated. My point is … Freedom starts in the mind and ends with breathing and happiness.  On Saturday I wanted some West Indian food so I took my free ass to  my favorite — Jamrock on Metropolitan pkwy — and paid for it. This spot is LOVE. Been voted it best jerk chicken in Atlanta. The white meat be so juicy. And they jerk it the authentic way. Sauce on the side. We all know America don’t want us all to be free but we do it anyway. 

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