FLOTSAM JETSAM

I've been intermittently staring at this page for the past half hour, trying to conjure up words about something, anything. Nothing is coming. Nothing meaningful, nothing mundane. In the reserves of my mind there is usually some bagatelle of information that i can pull out and build upon. A little anecdote about my life, or perhaps something i've observed that will serve as a stimulant and get the writing juices flowing. Apparently my mental coffers have been emptied of all their goodies, so that even my ephemera has become ephemeral. When did blogging become a chore?

Lately i've been toying with the idea of doing something new with my hair. Color, bangs, layers - maybe going for the gusto and doing all three. I'm hesitant about it of course, being that i have this psychotic love/hate relationship with my coif. I got a "trim" last june, and my hair stylist was a little to liberal with the shears, nearly sending me to the crazy farm. Ok maybe it wasn't that dramatic, but i was more than a little upset when i saw my locks on the floor. To get bangs or layers cut would be willingly subjecting myself to the vagaries of a hairdresser whose intent is to cut. Can i handle it? I envy women who can switch hairstyles at the drop of a hat, no remorse. Walk in the salon - request a chop chop, walk out, freshly shorn and living life as if its golden. Oh no, not me. (and i'm not gonna smoke either.) [if you get that reference i love you.] Its a big deal for me to switch my part from left to right. A haircut? Well that requires prayer and meditation. The last time i had bangs was maybe...1995? Its been a while. They were cool...but the growing out process was annoying. I've had color more recently, 2004 was the year of honey blond/ and reddish highlights. But since then its been back to basics, dark hair (viva brunette revolution!) with a part in the side or middle - ali macgraw mode. It works, but its boring. I need a new sensation © INXS

Honestly i think the hair thing may be symptomatic of something else - a need for change in my life in general. (Here i go deepak chopra-ing again) Sometimes i feel i'm way too complacent with myself. When a challenge comes my way, i always rise to the occasion - but those are external challenges. Rarely do i challenge myself. U. N. Owen (get that reference and i'll marry you...well if you're a dude) has never been a friend of mine. Maybe a change in hairstyle will kick things off? Of course there is always the chance that cutting my hair will merely send me spiraling down into a morass of pyscho impulse based behaviors, which will undermine any goal i'm trying to achieve.

All this sturm und drang could be caused by the fact that my Seasonal Affective Disorder is in full effect. (self diagnosed. reading a magazine a few years ago where they described it, and i went hey! that's me! lol) Don't you love how there's an official disease for everything? Gives my bad moods an air of respectability. lol. Yesterday was a rainy miserable mess, and today, although not rainy - is a mixture of clouds and sun, and for the past hour it has been more clouds than anything else. Combine the clouds with the the cold temperatures, et voila! You have a cauldron full of double double toil and trouble.

Any of my fellow bloggers taken a solo vacation? I don't mean business trip or a weekend of solitude. I mean like three days or more of you, by your lonesome. Is that the equivalent of dining alone? I haven't done either. I'll go to lunch by myself in a heartbeat, but dining in the formal sense? Never. I always chicken out. According to glamour(or was it cosmo?) dining alone is one of the things every woman should have done by the time she is forty. How is that for a goal? Anyway, they didn't say anything about vacationing. Is that just too lame? Would planning a trip for one to the _____ (insert location here) showcase my pluck, or be a sad commentary on my existence?

Kelis - Till The Wheels Fall Off

I KNOW YOU NOT GONNA SING THAT SONG!

Today's challenge is a special request (by someone who REFUSES to comment hmpf) and really a no brainer in my estimation. We're going to pit Minnie Riperton and Trina Broussard against each other to see who rocked Inside my love better. The original can be found on Minnie's 1975 album Adventures in Paradise. Trina's version can be found on the 1997 Love Jones soundtrack.

Laden with double-entendres, innuendo and a sexy ambiguity - "is she talking about this...or that? Nah...she can't be. Listen to that angelic voice. Oh wait..." - Its explicit without being vulgar. Yet and still as sublime as the lyrics are, this is another song that I recoil at the thought of listening to it within in earshot of either of certain other adults. Namely my mother and father. Other songs in this category include, but are not limited to: sexual healing, reasons, you sure love to ball, and i'll make love to you(wanya's extended i'lllll maaaake loooove tooo youuu at the end especially cringe inducing.)Color me immature, but thats the way it is. I know sexy times occur with everyone, but as far as i'm concerned it doesn't with my parents. They don't know about that there stuff and they never will. I was a special delivery from the ornithological society. You may be shaking your head at this, but i don't care. Allow me my illusions.

Anyway.

A few months ago my mom and i were heading out to ikea, listening to the local R&b/Classic soul radio station, and this came on. Before i realized what i was doing i was singing along. lol. I'm sure my mother did not want to hear her daughter warbling "will you come inside me/do you wanna ride inside my love?" but by the time i was cognizant of what i was doing, it would have been a bigger deal to stop singing and change the station, because it would have drawn attention to the awkwardness. I gallantly pressed on to the end of the song. Actually now that i think about it, she didn't seem to be moved one way or the other. I probably was the only one freaking out. Naturally.

SCHOOL BOY CRUSHES

Continuing with yesterday's theme of the original vs the remake(yes i'm still on this until i get some inspiration) I present you with All I do is think of you. The original composition is from The Jackson Five's 1975 LP -Moving Violation - their last for Berry Gordy and Motown. Troop's version is found on their Album Attitude, released in 1989. Weigh in por favor.

Jackson Five:

Troop:

(fun fact: creepy willie tried to make me listen to his walkman so i could hear this song(troops version), because he likeded me. That was a long bus ride lol. *shudders*)

SETTLE THIS PLEASE:

In the on going battle of originals vs. the remake

Which version of Ribbon in the Sky is better:

Stevie Wonder:

OR

Intro:

Don't be afraid to give your opinion. We are all friends here. :-)

...Of course if your opinion is wrong, i will clown you. ;-)

(hmm i may do this all week, until my mojo arrives in the mail fed-ex special delivery)

HOW MUCH IS THAT MOJO IN THE WINDOW?

I left my (blog) mojo in el segundo...and since then my blog has been in a holding pattern, stuck at the crossroads of wack and suck. I know you see it. To all of the good folks that deign to read this thing: i'm heading to costco to buy some more, in bulk. Heavy gauge, two-ply. In the famous words of Ahnold: I'll be back!

Until then, i bequeath you one of my favorite jams: