American Idol Returns And Mawuena Kodjo Stole America’s Heart

Mawuena Kodjo Via American Idol

Randy Jackson broke a few little girls’ hearts last night. And a sweet old mans’ too.

Mawuena Kodjo, an immigrant from West Africa threw his ten gallon hat in the ring and told American that he’s going to be the first African Country music superstar. I just loved him and Randy was so rude to him. Thus, I do not love Randy. The show had him go out and sing in the streets of Savannah for a few people and what do you know? A few little girls and an older gentleman believed in him and went to vouche for him in front of the judges. It was truly the cutest, sweetest moment on televesion in a long time. To which, Randy told the charming little girls that they need their hearing checked. Randy, the ever evolving gentleman. And Steven told them to tell their Mommies to clean their ears. If you didn’t catch it, enjoy the clip below. I promise, that even if you are in a terrible mood, this will lighten your spirit considerably. On a side note, can we get Mawuena to be a guest judge or host on Idol for a day or two?!? Did you love Mawuena as much as I did?

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Bruno Mars: A Throwback And Ahead Of His Time

I’ve been listening to Amy Winehouse‘s Valerie on repeat, which lead me to listen to Bruno Mars‘s tribute to her. I’m just going to say it: Bruno Mars might be the most talented singer in the music industry right now. His is a throwback and ahead of his time simultaneously. He’s exactly what needs to be going on in music right now. The idea of Bruno Mars in itself is refreshing. I know that I am tired of a lot of the acts our right now and he’s the one I would love to go and see live. It’s safe to say that his music is filling,exactly the void that Amy’s left for us. What do you think about Mr. Mars? Is his music fresh to death for you also?

A Definition Of Talent Always: Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse was the embodiment of true talent. There’s no elaboration of it really. Instead of looking at her life as tragic, I want to remember her the way she is in the video below. It’s inspiring to me, because she fought through all her personal demons to give us songs like ‘Valerie‘. I love this song to pieces and I love Amy more for singing it the way she did, with her entire body and soul.

 

Blessings

New York City is a deep frozen jungle lately. Talking a walk to clear your thoughts or reflect is nearly impossible. The cold is brutal. This is just a small something for us to remember those less fortunate than us. There are those with no place to go home to on these frigid winter nights. No durable coats to wear, no warm meals to eat, no blanket to get cozy underneath while watching American Idol. I know our own lives get the best of us at every moment of every day. I just hope that you, whoever you are, take a moment to thank God, or whatever or whoever you believe in for your own blessings and ask for others burdens to be lessened and eased.  Life without compassion means nothing. Pay it forward! Even if it is just a private utterance of a prayer or a thank you. Smile. And count your blessings!

Love And Treat You, Love And Treat You Right – Bob Marley & His Music Do Wonders For The Soul

When I think of the things I want in life, Bob Marley helps. Do I want lots and lots of money? Of course. Who doesn’t? Is it essential? Nah, not really.

I’ve learned that love encompasses all and makes life worth living. Love gives life it’s meaning. So, really what I want is to love and treat you right, but I want the same exact thing back. Every day and every night.

Please enjoy one of my favorite songs and in my opinion, one of the best music videos in the history of music videos. The sweet kids, the sweet song, the approach to life and happiness. No matter what position you are in life, this will put a smile on your face. I promise.

To Kill A Mockingbird Is More Than Just A Novel ~ It’s A Timeless And Exciting Journey

Image courtesy of ups2006 at http://www.flickr.com/photos/ups/276195119/

To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee changed my life. What else can I say? It is that powerful, moving, tragic, touching, funny, sweet, heartfelt and real of a story. The word ‘novel’ cannot even contain it’s vast and infinite greatness. It is one of those books that I can read again and again and again. It makes you marvel at humanity. It makes you so excited that you begin to wonder of you own morality and realize how exciting life really is. Because as long as I could read things like To Kill A Mockingbird, I want to be alive. As long as a world exists where there are Atticus Finch’s fighting others in the face of severe adversity and danger, I want to be alive! Because who wants to miss a chance to know that such goodness is in the world, even amongst the rotten. Tennessee Williams said it best:  “the violets in the mountains have broken the rocks”. The heart of man is so fragile, yet the strongest single thing on the face of the earth. The characters in this story never leave you. The images in the story never leave you. And the love, childhood wonder and bravery in the story can never be contained only on written page. Please enjoy one of the greatest descriptions in modern literature, courtesy of Harper Lee and my amazing Brooklyn education that started in Public School 177. What is one of your favorite books, that makes you feel as excited about life as this does to me? And, how many times have you read it?

(Kids, just read it and watch the film! You will feel so glad you did! Parents, buy the book first for your little ones, then the film and enjoy it with them!)

Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer’s day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.  – Harper Lee,  To Kill A Mockingbird

Occupy Wall Street Protesters Around The World Will Be Holding A Candle Light Vigil To Honor Dr. Martin Luther King Day 2012

Martin Luther King, Jr. Day is nearing and this year protesters at Occupy Wall Street locations around the world will be holding a candle light vigil for the late, great Dr. King. One can argue about the political and historical ramifications of this into eternity. Whether or not he would agree with the protesters, what he would think of President Obama and his presidency, etc. But none of these are what I want to write about. I just want the world to know that he is hero of mine, ever since I was a little girl until this very day. I know I am making this sentimental when the big bad political monsters would have me feel badly for such a thing regarding such a historical figure. But I will not feel bad. His words make me excited about life and the exploration of truth. His bravery is astounding. To this day we will be hard pressed to find someone with his dedication again. Whatever it is, personal or more, we shall overcome. Please listen closely to the clip below and really understand the photos in it. His words pierce through history with their ever presiding genuineness, authenticity and wisdom. Tears come to my eyes because of the struggle, the strength and search for justice pouring out of him. No lie can live forever, for reminding us of that, placing that idea into our souls, for being thrown in jail, for facing physical death, to free us of psychological death, for in no uncertain terms, proving to us that the arc of the moral universe is long yet it bends in the way of justice, for reminding us that God stands in the shadows to keep watch above His own, he deserves to be honored. For the mighty tone of his voice, a man so pure and gentle in his message, vision and dreams never existed.

Memories Of A Seemingly Old And Forgotten Brooklyn – Childhood, Baseball And Life

Sometimes a memory will come at you from nowhere.

Yesterday  I was walking down the street and saw an old weathered baseball on the curb. And there I was all over again. Anywhere from 5 to 15 years old, in Avenue P Park on East 5th in Brooklyn. We loved going there. We lived to go there. My brother, my friends and I. We loved going there as much as we loved going to Coney Island Beach. Baseball was the main game. We set up teams, we competed in little leagues throughout Brooklyn and we felt like we had accomplished something. Life was never so good. The feeling of the bat connecting with a pitched ball was glory and triumph. Nothing less, everything even more. In my memory, those days are always filled with a warm sun the color of dark sunflowers and the evenings were the color of violets at dusk. We would want to stay out until the very last moment our parents allowed us to breathe the outside summer air. There was too much life to be had, too much fun to be missed by something so tedious as rest. The next day, we would start again. New stories of gossip would develop,  new teams would be created, new wonders would present themselves at our feet, and always, always we would let them unravel into a dreamed road and followed their path, anxious, excited.

What about you, what are some of your favorite memories, and what sparked them back into existence?

No Pants Subway Day in New York 2012

 

If you happened to be on the trains yesterday, you were in for a surprise. It was the commemoration of the 11th annual pant-less subway ride day. My Mother and I were just going shopping when I noticed some men in boxers. And my first thought was that that is disgusting. I do not want to be in that close of proximity to strangers, their skivvies and their privates. I know it is in all good and fun, and if you participated, please don’t be offended by me, I am sure you are a wonderful person, but it just is not something that I would not do. And if I am the first to say it, then so be it, so here goes: NOT EVERYONE IS CLEAN. There, I said it. People rubbed their bare bottoms on subway seats across the city. What else can I say? Oh, and it looks absolutely ridiculous also. However, I am aware it wouldn’t be NYC if we didn’t have silly little things like this every once in a while. And after all, it did make my Mom and I laugh. The event took place in cities around the world as well. What do you think? Are you repulsed and grossed or think it’s fun and exciting?

Because New York Needs Eli Manning

 

I have been hearting Eli since that day in 2008 when he helped usher in the under dog New York Giants as the champions of Super Bowl XLII. I have yet to see anything like it. It was the battle between good and evil, and good reigned supreme. Now, the New York Giants are in the playoffs. And Eli has proved he can take us all the way. Not only has he won the heart of every woman in New York City and State, (maybe the entire United States), but he is adorable, married his sweetheart, is mild mannered, soft spoken, and loyal. Eli! From every woman in New York, you are our Southern Giant in shining Armour!