"I Love You More"

Tweet (and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter) has always been one of my favorites -- I mean, "Smokin' Cigarettes," anyone? Right. So when I tripped across this collabo with self-proclaimed "fly nerd" P.J. Morton, I just had to listen.

It's a reggae/New Orleans-ish feel that I'm diggin. Ok, now, Tweet, girl, I'mma just need you to release something solo dolo. Hurr'up!

She Only Likes It When It's Hot

Among my life's crushes, Q-tip ranks rather high.

This song is really weird, but at least he goes hard. There's something to be said for folks who go all the way (unless you're talking about your post-prom plans, if you know what I mean.)

Anybody listen to the rest of the album?

"Get yo hand out my hair!"

That blog title was a reference to Spike Lee's "X," if you didn't catch it. (Any "joke" you have to explain is probably a bad one, so ignore me and my corny-ness.)

Yesterday, I saw a screening of "Good Hair" -- Chris Rock and Nelson George, who helped create it, even stopped in to say hi.

I have my feelings on hair -- the bottom line being, do whatever the heck you want with it. I mean, far be it for me to say ANYTHING about anybody's hair. I don't get relaxers, but that doesn't give me cool points. For all intents and purposes, a flat-iron does the straightening trick pretty darn well.

Once upon a time, I created a "All Natural, No Lye" t-shirt. It was inspired by a close friend who decided to shun relaxers and go the natural route. I posted a picture of the shirt on FB and invited "natural gals" to tag themselves.

I think it's ironic that the girl who doesn't "have" to make the relaxer v. natural decision is hosting a picture celebrating chicks who have made the plunge. (And actually makes me feel a little funny every time somebody tags themself. -- Makes me feel like a white girl promoting box perms.) Is it strange that a black MAN is making a documentary about a topic that's discussed and experienced, for the most part, by black WOMEN?

(And yes, I know sistas have produced their own films, but never on this level.)

All 40 minutes

I actually had to sit down and watch this "Behind the Music" doc on Lil Wayne.

Very good stuff.

Video Music Awards: Rainin' Gloves Promo

Dude. I haven't looked forward to an MTV awards show since ... well, since ... since my roomie and I waited with bated breath for Britney Spears' comeback performance in 2007. -- But unlike that disaster, I think Janet's tribute to her big bro, the Gloved One, will be all kinds of amazing.

I'm ready, Janet, girl!

Becoming a Mofo'in Pro

So, I may or may not have illegally downloaded Malcolm Gladwell's "Outliers." I'm listening to the chapter about practicing 10,000 hours. Apparently -- whether you're a computer programmer or a hockey player oooor Kanye spending his summer crafting beats -- 10,000 hours is the amount of time it takes to truly master a craft.

This, of course, has me analyzing what I spend my time doing. What have you practiced for 10,000 hours?

How to be better than everybody else.

Soul Sunday: on a Friday

And since I missed several months of Sundays, I figured I'd jump things off with a little Sunday Soul ... even though it's totally Friday.

Enjoy it anyway. It's a favorite. Gotta love them O'Jays. (Sometimes, you just feel good about love, right?)

The Truth

So lemme start by telling the truth.

I've been avoiding the blog.

It all started with a really tumultuous breakup. Tumultuous on my end, at least. Which of course, made me want to lay around in my bed for weeks. Pretty, funny girls don't take heartbreak very well, lemme tell you.

Anyway.

I finally moved from New York to Chicago.

I called the months away from stoopidfreshmind my transition period.

Weeks passed ... then months ... up until about 3 minutes ago, I still didn't want to update stoopidfreshmind.

But I'm back. -- I guess I couldn't just jump into sneakers and singers and funny youtube clips without telling you why I was having trouble getting back into my regular blogging ways.

But anyway, I'm back.

I think it'll be different this time around. -- We'll see.

;)

Guess what!

Chicken butt.

And I updated myhomeboysaid.blogspot.com. Go check it out, misters. And by "misters" I mean, boys and girls.

Go, go, goooo!

Shut Up, Chris Brown

Why does it seem like Chris Brown and his mom are recalling a time they were shocked to hear a close family friend whooped his chick?

I'm just saying.

Don't say another word.

Turn up ya radio ...

Although I find myself missing New York (in the way you miss an ex: miss him, but not enough to go back), I can't help but to thank the Lord for greater Chicagoland area perks.

Exhibit A: Power 92.3 ... Since I didn't actually drive when I was in New York, I rarely listened to the radio. And even when I did, I mostly thought it sucked.

On my way home from the two-to-ten (normal people do nine-to-fives) I heard some tracks from Hov's BP3.

Wonderfulness. Wonderfulness, indeed.

OOooo, DJ Pharris.