I am comfortable enough in my politics to admit that I loved this song when it first came out.

Video is a little racy. Hope you’re 18+.

Updated:  Well, apparently I can’t post videos from where I want.  Above is YouTube’s cleaner version.  For the smut, go here.

Updated Part Two (bka, Your Politics are Showing):  Let’s note–this was NERD’s debut (at least to the mainstream world) via BET’s Uncut.  I won’t lie.  I watched it.  I looked for it.  I was a randy teenage girl.  Whatever.  But….to date, I don’t know of NERD ever doing it again.  And they didn’t need to.  That first raunchy video with half naked (white?) girls sprawled all over it was enough to draw attention to the boys with beats and made us stop and actually listen when they came back around.

A commentary on hip hop?  On sexualization of women?  On the sexualization of WHITE women?  On the power of sex to sell?  On saavy economic strategy?  I dunno.

Go back to enjoying your smut now.

At Danneman’s Cafe in Atlanta…

…procrastinating by blogging my life away. 

They have good coffee.

They normally have good music, but today is Constant Reggae Day and that is going to drive me up a wall. 

FYI: I love working at the cafe all day.  Especially the small, neighborhood ones with decent priced, Fair Trade coffee and delicioso desserts.  Something about it just soothes me. 

Some links that I came across on my procrastination journey:

If I can’t finish my doctoral degree, this is why.  Vote Obama in.  ASAP. 

We couldn’t find gas until this morning.  Barely.  Manage to buy a quarter tank (only Regular was available) after cruising on 2 miles worth of fumes.  Did I already say Vote Obama in ASAP.  Okedoke.

Both of these lists are elitist, white and cis-gendered.  That said, there are quite a few gems on each including The Call of the Wild by Jack London, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

Blackademia apparently can’t get enough of Annette Gordon-Reed.  I look forward to reading the book.

Princess of Nebraska will premiere on YouTube.  Not only does the trailer look interesting but the whole idea of a YouTube showing fascinates me as much as a MySpace Records label which Christina Milian is apparently officially signed to.

Kismet has a post on an imaginary and thoroughly inspiring conversation between President Bartlett of West Wing and Barack Obama.  Originally posted by Maureen Dowd in New York Times.

Yolanda Pierce wrote a heartfelt piece on the pleasures and burdens of being of African descent in the U.S. at the Kitchen Table and Alisa Valdes-Rodrigues has an equally heartfelt piece on the pleasures and burdens of being pro-life and pro-Obama.

I’m in Atlanta, a city where this kind of stuff happens?  Argh.  Very frustrating.  But thank you Dr. Weems for helping to publicize this travesty. 

Gates scores points on Apple.  Apple: 1.  Gates:  1.  Well…we might have to multiply Apple’s point by the ridiculous lead their shares have over Microsoft’s. But who is counting?  Gates, if you want me…get to work.  Give me something as user friendly as the MacBook I’m typing this post on.  I promise I’m willing to come back.  You do own MSWord after all.  And Excel. 

Skinny-Dipping

I couldn’t seem to find anything to do with myself tonight.  So I went skinny dipping for knowledge in the great, historical journals that appeal to me and my research. 

Tidbits of deliciousness:


Smith, Mark M. “Getting in Touch with Slavery and Freedom.” The Journal of American History 95, no. 2 (September 2008). http://www.historycooperative.org.proxy-um.researchport.umd.edu/journals/jah/95.2/smith1.html.

“Interchange: The Promise of Digital History.” The Journal of American History 95, no. 2 (September 2008). http://www.historycooperative.org.proxy-um.researchport.umd.edu/journals/jah/95.2/interchange.html.

 

Time here,
all but means nothing, just shadows that move across the wall
They keep me company, but they don’t ask of me
they don’t say nothing at all.
And I need just a little more silence
And I need just a little more time
But you send your thieves to me
silently stalking me
Dragging me into your wall
Would you give me no choice in this?
I know you can’t resist, trying reopen a sore

Leave me be, I don’t want to argue
I’d just get confused and I’d come all undone
If I agree, well, it’s just to appease you
Cause I don’t remember what we’re fighting for

You see love– a tight, thorny thread that you spin in a circle of gold
You have me to hold me
a token for all to see
captured to be yours alone
And I need just a little more silence,
and I just need a little more time
The courage to pull away
there will be hell to pay
the deeper you cut to the bone

Leave me be, I don’t want to argue
I’d just get confused and I’d come all undone
If I agree, well, it’s just to appease you
Cause I don’t remember what we’re fighting for

Time here,
all but means nothing,
just shadows that move across the wall
They keep me company,
but they don’t ask of me
they don’t say nothing at all.

Leave me be, I don’t want to argue
I’d just get confused and I’d come all undone
If I agree, well, it’s just to appease you
Cause I don’t remember what we’re fighting for