Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Parents' Worst Fear

Heard on de news how SpraggaBenz' 17-y-old son met his demise in an alleged shootout wid de police. That's news parents cringe at de prospect of hearin' re their own kids. De news report said that he was his father's namesake, an' that he played de younger version of his father's character inShottas (see left of lower part of pic above). Kids grow up fast -- one minute changin' de diapers, then...
That tragic report amounts to de relevant parents' worst fear.

Friday, August 22, 2008

To Scold Or Not To Scold

Ah heard Michael Anthony Cuffe, a J'can radio announcer, sayin' that he put off havin' kids for many years, 'cause he didn't want de responsibility. He understood that de statement sounded selfish an' shallow, but he understood that it is remarkably responsible to avoid incurring de responsibility until he was ready to embrace it.

Responsibility an' kids: What yu woulda do if whenever yu visit a certain household, there's always a certain kid, larger an' older than your kid, an' determined to assert himself in unpleasant ways wid de smaller kid? De older kid is part of a group that romp together an' are old enough to talk, etc.. My precious likkle jungle of bwoy doesn't know them much, 'cause we don't go there that often, an' he isn't talkin' clearly yet -- but de rest of de kids luv him, it's that big kid who's most unpleasant.

He disregarded a large box of toys, an' towerin' over mi likkle lightweight, he dragged a small car from mi Piglet an' almost made him fall. Ah told de older kid to behave himself an' give it back (it's not his). He got an attitude, threw it in Piglet's direction (almost hittin' Piglet's foot), an' ran off. Ah wanted to yell at that pickney or slap him -- just one sharp lick, just one. But that woulda been irresponsible... That rude likkle so-n-so.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

World's Fastest Then, World's Fastest Now

FYI: Pic on this post isn't a ChinaChambers scenario. Asafa, I'm puttin' your pic on this post, 'cause wi naw dash yu weh. You've been our champ for years, an' nutten caan stop de luv. De current winners like Bolt share de luv.

Will de fastest man in de world get de world's most impressive endorsements now?

Will Bolt be rakin' in de contracts like Anderson used to do?

Is that what usually happens wid non-U.S. champions, anyway?

Can yu imagine if Bolt face did bleach an' him hair did Sharptonized?

De man is a champion, an' now in particular a major role model. Asafa is a champion, an' now in particular a dif'rent kinda major role model, 'cause he's got a setback to rise above. De ladies were dark horses, eh, all champions an' role models. IT'S SO GREAT TO BE DE GLOBAL CAPITAL OF SUMTING OTHER THAN MURDER! JAMAICA!

Be inspired, all de pickney dem out there. Walk a mountainside. Eat cabbage an' green banana, an' ignore de burger an' fries. Dream yu dream, an' live it any likkle way yu can 'til de bigger days arrive. Inspiration a flow from de sprinta dem. Tek it. De sky's almost de limit.

Plenty

Over de times of bein' absent from de blog, ah relocated -- among other tings. That would mean new church, new people, etc., but nutten like that yet. In essence, I'm not de most "people person" you'll ever meet.
Example: Relative introduced us to nice enough lady, who happens to mention that her friend had a nervous breakdown, an' it somehow fell upon her to step in as a friend an' keep de woman's daughter for a couple of months -- never mind that de woman has family in NY, nearness to de daughter's school, etc., made nice-enough-lady de likely guardian to offer assistance.
She said she don't know what kinda parent de mother is, 'cause de girl only have two pairs of shoes an' five undergarments. When ah asked why she woulda mention that to us an' she don't really know wi, she said that as decent folks she know wi coulda sympathize wid de negligence of that insufficient amount of clothin' that she will now have to spen' money to supplement. Ah told her that throughout mi school years, ah could recall havin' five "school" panties an' a "church" one (an' two "goin' out" ones that might never have existed, 'cause no occasion was important enough for mi granny to authorize de wearin' of dem). Granma woulda "tack up" an' replace only on an as-needed basis, an' even mi male cousin can vouch for de million times wi hear har say, "Mek mi tack up that brief fi yu!" There was no such ting as destroyin' one that yu didn't like, soh that it would be replaced. If she had to use needle, thread, glue, thumb tacks, fishin' line (yu get de point!), they would be "tacked up" an' worn. De "retired an' replaced" undergarments didn't disappear, they showed up durin' de holidays when yu deh home fi weeks. "It don't matter that dem old, drudge dem anyway - yu not stoopin' down fi play marble like de boys dem, soh de 'oldies' won't be seen out an' about." Maybe, she could've afforded better an' plentier, but ah didn't think it was negligence. Three pair of school socks, one pair of church socks, two school ribbons, two white church ribbons, one school handkerchief, one church handkerchief... Yu understan'. From a backgroun' in which yu have one pair of school shoes an' one pair of church shoes (an' if de school shoes at shoemaker an' yu wear de church shoes to school, den yu haffe "walk pon egg shells" wid dem), it's kinda difficult to consider five panties as negligence to daughter. "Nice enough lady" asked if ah only have five now. Taken aback, ah said no. Ah buy dozens, but Granma teachin's dem rule: Ah still mek use of just enough, an' use de rest to replace or for a "rainy day"/momentous occasion that might never come. "Nice enough lady" said maybe that's because she herself isn't from de "islands," an' in America, people at least buy enough clothin' to clothe demself an' their children wid comfortable abundance. A younger woman who was there said she's from de C'bean, an' her parents always bought her plenty personal wear an' every-ting, so it's not an island ting, it might be more of a social ting, as her family's always been Extremely Upper Class, she said, "no offense."
Mi noh bother seh nutten else. Maybe "nice enough lady" was tactless in mentionin' it, maybe ah was tactless in discussin' it. Obviously, wi don't agree, an' she waan convert me to seein' de mother as negligent, widout givin' a proper example of it. Mi naw goh agree, soh that's it.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Let's Call a Shovel a Spade

"Why dese girls bleachin'?"
"Why dem doin' such a eediat ting like damagin' dem skin?"

People are rational -- or at least that's what economic theory says. "Dese girls" are people, so at least in much-proven scientific theory, they are rational. They perceive a significant benefit to lightenin' a dark complexion, soh dem tek de significant risk of burnin' off de dark pigmentation -- repeatedly.

When will they stop? When:
1. ...pigs tek de wings of de mornin'.
2. ...all dem people inna Spain stop discriminate so politically incorrectly an' start to luv dem own black self:).
3. ...de couple givin' de anti-bleachin' talk at de technical school no longer consists of a black "success story" of inner-city origins an' his near-white wife, who isn't enough for him, as he sneakily pursues de adolescent "brownin's" in his audience.
4. ...wi stop shunnin' de sun an' becomin' vitamin D deficient, for not havin' been "that black in a loong time!"
5. ..."high color" isn't a ticket outta de ghetto on some newly-famous dj-chantin' wagon.
6. ...When L'oreal no longer allegedly feels de need fi bleach Bebouncé.
7. ...de 1drop rule an' de blue veins get sincerely done wid.
8. ...we understan' de all-encompassin' influence of ALL de world-powwa's characteristics (racial, cultural, an' otherwise.)
9. ...our own family members finally leggo de concepts of colonial/plantation social stratification.
10. ...newa World Orda chip een.
Everyone in every country inna de world is seekin' a path to "betterment," respect, an' social acceptance. De impetus for bleachin' is no mystery at all.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Abstract "Dinnertime Talk" in de Pigly Household

Hubby heard that, ages ago, people's occupation determined their surname. For instance, a carpenter would be Mr. Carpenter, an' his son would usually continue de name in continuin' his father's line of work. So, accordin' to that theory, a farmer would be Mr. Farmer, a fisher would be Mr. Fisher, a cobbler Mr. Cobbler, James the milliner would be Mr. James Milliner, etc.

Ah said to hubby, "Mi aunt married name 'Sailor', so her uber-great-grandpa-in-law was a sailor, then."
Hubby says, "Piggy, if her uber-great-grandpa-in-law was actually Mr. Kente, de African, an' his slave-owner was Mr. Sailor, then his descendant wouldn't be Kunta de 33rd, he might just be Mr. Toby Sailor."

Oh.

Then, wi started ponderin' how names affect concepts. For example, de surname "Driver": (luv Minnie, by de way), that name implies then that a chariot or carriage, etc., had to be 'driven' so de concept of drivin' wasn't born wid de advent of de automobile. "Or is there a "Mr. Rider" or "Mr. Walker" or "Mr. Carrier"... Also, Merchant an' Vendor; but maybe not Servant, Artisan, or Lumberjack. Names were allegedly translated in modern times too, names like Sargeant, Officer, Minister, an' so on. Descriptive names an' animal names exist as well, names like Fine or Lion, in much de same way Native Americans use descriptive names. There might have been another word for seamstress, or else bein' de purview of women, seamstress was a less likely surname.

"Yu might hear de last name "Surgeon" but not de last name "doctor" or "physician" so maybe all doctors used to chop, or surgeons didn't need to chop, per se, ages ago. An' there's no such last name as dancer, is there? So, maybe dancers then were hoppers or tappers, as in Mr. Hopper or Mr Tapper. An' ah mentioned to hubby that de allegedly oldest of de professions isn't represented, so women prob'ly weren't named for their occupations but for their father's if de woman didn't marry. Mr. Pig thought for a moment, "Hooker," he said, "De name 'Mr. Hooker' exists." Far-fetched though, soh wi didn't bother pursue that concept. Maybe, de less legitimate occupations back then (whores, even actors, etc.) weren't recognized. But then again, "Minstrel" is prob'ly a last name for actors. An' maybe dif'rent prominent occupations existed then, for instance, "Mr. Reader," " Mr. Messenger," or "Mr. Forester" (unlike 'busher', forester cut timber/lumber??).

Now de whole Pigly family thinkin' up occupation-type names. Outta nowhere one of wi might shout: "Potter" or "Tiler" or "Priest."

We thought of: Cook, Butler, Parson, Mason, Author, Singer, Joiner, Butcher, Baker, Friar, Blacksmith, Goldsmith, Tinker, Brewer ... an' ah think that's it. It's fun thinkin' dem up, an' kids enjoy it. De kid in all of us too. Try it nuh!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Cast Your Bread Upon The Water

Yesterday never promised me this mornin'
This mornin' never promised me this evenin'
Today not promisin' me tomorrow
But ah still mek plans.

Ah don't really mek firm plans, anyway, just tentative ones that hang pon de knowledge that He might change dem at any moment. That, ah guess, is havin' de fear of God. 'Cause God call any number any time. De one in de box can't mourn dem-self, frien' an' family do that, an' blame one another, an' argue 'bout de bizniz of de dearly gone.

Could this blog be a diary fi mi pickney dem look to for a deeper insight to me -- it's anonymous, but maybe not -- ah should prob'ly start writin' now wid great focus.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Happy Independence!


Jubilee! Jubilee!
This is de year of Jubilee.
Jubilation pon de nation!
Victoria dash wi weh.

Jubilee! Jubilee!
De Queen set harself free
An' freedom trickle dung to we.

Trickle likkle dung --
Jubilee, all de same.

De islands get life abundant?
Or abundant life sentence?
Praise God, an' mean it,
Happy Independence!
Disclaimer:
This is not Independence blasphemy -- if it's a blast-fi-me, it's a blast-fi-yu as well.

Him Mad


If him run yu down wid a rum bokkle
'Round East Queen Street
An' you & him a strangers
Who neva before did meet,
Him mad.

If him seh, "Me a big-time rappa!
Nuff dollars me coulda drop!"
But when yu tell him, "Rap a verse!"
Him seh, "Wrap verse? Me wrap fish inna Star at Chiney shop."
Him mad.

If lightnin' flash, an' him jump inna de air
Wid Kodak smile: "Jah-Jah tek mi pitcha!"
But de smile is all him a wear
Naked as truth, but like truth him noh care.
Him mad.

Don't say, "Is crack him crack --
him neva breastfed when him did likkle,
Him only get strap an' chicken-back."

'Cause mad doan simple; mad tek much more than dat.

Maybe, him mad.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

2 Two's


It would be nice if (wed or not) Mr. & Mrs. Pitt stay together. Mr. Pitt seems like a genuinely nice guy.

ChrisB an' RihannaF seemed like they'd make a nice couple, before they became a couple. Now that they're an item ... dunno. Treat each other well.

Nowadays Life


This is de kinda show that tops mi list, nowadays. There's a big, big world filled with children's shows that fill mi life in recent times. Anyway, de pic on this post is Snook, de new top-celebrity.

SEX AND THE CITY is Rubbish.


SJP sold her soul, or wha' ...
She's somebody ah always liked from de Square Pegs days, however: Sarah Parker's a married woman (forget de latest gossip surroundin' her marriage). She's expressed in interviews that she lives a pretty conservative life: Mom, Dad, Kid. Yet, on screen, she's de fashionable Carrie, blankly an' brusquely askin' a young woman who told her de woman's savin' herself for marriage, "Saving what?" As though such abstinence were ridiculous. That scene from de popular series seems to imply that celibacy or virginity is gauche. Forget conservative-married Carrie, does SJP consider that she's advocatin' dangerous promiscuity to countless young girls who idolize her? Maybe she soothes her conscience wid de excuse that it's just a role she's playin'.

A 13-year-old girl told me that she admires Carrie, 'cause Carrie & friends are so happy an' pretty. That girl's lackin' parental guidance, but many older females share de same delusion.

So many people actin' like de show's a grand celebration. Chupse.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Renovation

I'm redecoratin' a bit.

Changed de template a few times, but now all de links disappear.

OK, ah gotta fix those.

Ah not quite certain what kinda blog this should be now.

a) Poetry blog

b) Caribbean culture

c) Mostly music & food -- sounds like a party.

d) Jamaican nostalgia

e) Miscellaneous

OK, miscellaneous it is.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Tribute to Heath Ledger's Life -- So Fully Lived

There was a blinding illumination
On the horizon
A brilliant being
Now ascended from our sight
Yet now most widely seen --
BRAVE Heath
Trascendent, as always.

Angry, hungry Heath
Who chewed his inner quarrel
Like his rice & peas an' sorrel
So almost-accessible
So naked but invisible
Desperately Unique
And strongest when weak.

Such nuance and sporadic insouciance, no labels fit
No "sexier Matt Damon, deeper Jude Law, warmer..."
No Hollywood hunk, heart-throb, cliché, cliché, cliché
He was I must live my life today, today, today!
To transcend tomorrow...
So again, I am moved by him
Inspired to be my own gift
To move the world
With a whisper
Of gargantuan talent.

We can hold a death grip on the talent of
Ed Norton or Jake Gyllenhaal, or Matt, or Tobey, or ...
Or we can let loose our own talent
Into the world
Today, today, today -- as Heath did --
Had he procrastinated
That ancient soul yet ahead of its time
He might entirely have died.

But he hasn't.

Thank God.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christ's Birth



Have a happy & holy Christmas an' 2008!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Kinsey: Another Overdue Review

Un-sexy. Decidedly un-sexy. (Not very informative.)

JT an' Timba had to "bring sexy back" after this movie made sexy pack up an' leave home vex-vex. Liam & O'Donnell R so much better than what was required of them. Linney killed sexy wid that silly (Spidey's) Aunt May expression that she pasted on thru-out de movie.

Ah know DVDs are dirt-cheap these days, but if yu spend even a penny on this, U'll B cross, angry, an' miserable that yu didn't just fling 'way that penny an' waste it in a nice sensible way.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Christmas Spirit

Christmas Holy-days are on their way, as de readin' teddy bear in this pic hints -- he should be readin' of Christ's birth, instead o' "Night before Christmas" -- but that's okay.
I've put up mi Christmas tree (haven't fully decked it yet tho), an' I've started preparin' mi bakin' ingredients (soakin' raisins, etc.) -- as a result I'm feelin' de Christmas spirit. Ah found some sugar (brown) on sale nearby an' mixed fruit-- no sorrel yet tho. Anyway, hopefully Christmas is pullin' yu into it's cool, warm embrace. I'm definitely returnin' its embrace.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Overdue Review

Ah finally watched Brokeback Mountain -- very attentively. It's well-made: exceptional acting, smooth cinematography, fluent controversy in de story -- it's a lot more than de 'butt' of 'happy' jokes; it's influential.

1. Heath is BRAVE. Jake is BRAVE. (Too much to write about their talent.)
2. Hathaway's no longer typecast.
3. Michelle (Alma) is a young Meryl -- talented, effortless.
4. They've all forever changed de homo kinda image, impactin' pop culture.

What does de movie seek to achieve (motive, objective, agenda)? Am not certain. It's a heavyweight though.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Thanksgiving

Thanksgivin' holidays are here again. They're a nice likkle nudge to remind us to thank God for his mercies unto us. After seein' de way a J'can political 'supporter' injured a J'can TV reporter (in his eye, no less, callin' de reporter a "Labourite"), am acknowledgin' that mi country still has a far way to go, but am still thankful for God's grace to us -- to all de world, as a serious comedian put it: "God bless the world." May this holiday find you happy thru bein' thankful to God. God bless Jamaica, de Caribbean. God bless Africa. God bless America (North & South) -- "God bless the world." Thank you, God, for all your blessings to us, an' above all, thank God for Jesus!

Lord, let me not assess de 'fairness' of de world by lookin' for greater sorrow in others than in myself -- rather, let me see 'fairness' in peace and love. Let me observe evil and hate as unfair, an' bein' moved by God's holy spirit, let me always oppose those.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Poem-pourri

Whose woods these are, I think I know:
Jabberwock
Lived in a pretty how town,
Up so floating many bells down
The still lake of Semmerwater
Under the still skies.

With no surprise to any happy flower
A dainty foot donkey that I ride
beheads it, in accidental power.
The blonde Assassin passes on
Up in de hills, where the streams are cool
An mullet and janga swim in de pool,
So rested he, by the Tumtum tree.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near,
I wish you were here, dear
I wish you were here
I wish you sat on the sofa and I sat near
On the chair
The handkerchief could be yours, mine the tear
Quoth the raven, Nevermore.

If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Maybe it sags like a heavy load
Or does it explode?
Upon a midnight dreary, woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.