Mizik*Voyage

Three Little Things

2011-11-15T00:32:00.001-05:00

One of my favorite things about myself is my love of the little things: discovering a new song, completing a book, feeling an Indian summer breeze, reading the Sunday Times with a cup of coffee and on and on and on. Here's three things that've brought me joy over the last few months:

Late summer heirloom tomatoes in Brooklyn

I love books, but raising a toddler doesn't allow for much leisure reading. I have managed to complete a few including Isabel Allende's Island Beneath the Sea (a not so great historical fiction) and half of Tina Fey's Bossypants (lost interest). Right now I'm racing through Mindy Kaling's memoir Is Everyone Hanging Out But Me? I already loved Mindy from her shopping blog and career as a comedy writer but I fell really hard when she included a picture of herself in a Howard University t-shirt. That girl gots style.

My 22-month-old takes dance class and I love the way she bounces to this Portuguese song, "Bonjour Pra Voce (Good morning to you)"

Lovin' Labor Day

2011-09-06T01:05:00.000-04:00

I was about to miss it. Figure I was getting too old, too stale and too much of a mom to care. Then, as I was stepping out a cab, overwhelmed with paper towels and diapers, I heard the boom. Then a wave of screams answering the sound selector's cry.... "Wave your flag!" A rush came over me. The West Indian Parade was 15 blocks north (or east...who cares) and the crowd was calling me. How could I not go, especially now that I'm an official Brooklyn resident? And it's up the street from my house!

I ran in with bags and dropped them quietly at the front door. The baby and man were sleeping. This was my sign from God—ggoooo.

The closer I got to Eastern Parkway, the bigger my smile. But I felt a little off, I needed a flag. "Do you still have Haiti?" "Of course." Sak passe!

With my red and blue flag tied to my purse, I joined the swell of revelers sweaty from a full day's worth of jumping. Ahh, there's nothing like Eastern Parkway on Labor Day. The crowds (Trinis and Jamaicans always rule), the foods (couldn't find any salt fish and bake!), the outfits [and lack there of—today I saw a girl who wore a (small) Antigua and Barbuda flag as a bra], and more the pride these "island folk" still boast years after calling New York home. I can't believe I was about to pass this up. Thankfully my New York pride wouldn't let me.

Adult Time

2011-08-06T17:29:00.005-04:00

My kid has been asleep for 43 minutes and I. don't. know. what. to. do. with. myself! That's a lie, I know exactly what to do:
1. Sweep/mop floor
2. Read newspaper and drink a latte
3. Scrub the bathroom tiles
4. Organize my new songs

What am I opting for? Numbers 2 and 4. And updating mizik*voyage. It's been a minute, well exactly, 10 months since my last post, and frankly, I've been a lazy and exhausted working mom. But for the last few weeks I feel like I'm getting the hang of all things toddler—basically there are no rules and just make there's no blood. Got it.

While she sleeps, I'm enjoying my adult time. Those rare seconds my mind eases back into life pre-motherhood. I like it there. I'm not stressed and my only worry is, what song am I playing next? Speaking of songs, although music is all around sucky right now, I am enjoying the sights and sounds of Frank Ocean. From what I gather, he's apart of the hip hop/alternative collective Odd Future but he's much more mellow than manic. His song "Novacane" is enjoying some airplay, but I like this new one "Thinking About You." Plus he's a cutie.

Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter: Two days in the Delta

2010-10-09T23:22:00.009-04:00

Yeah, yeah, I know it's been a MINUTE since I last posted. But I have reason to come out of the blog closet. Recently I traveled to Greenwood, Mississippi for work and can I tell y'all, for two nights and a day I was in hog heaven. Biscuits and gravy, sweet tea, black-eyed pea cakes, home made potato chips, fried green tomatoes—I could go on. The food was that delish. I wish you could've been there.

Hotel: The Alluvian
Their tagline says it all: a cosmopolitan boutique hotel deep in the Delta. Driving up, you're curious why this little piece of sleekness is nestled on a block that hasn't been renovated since 1955. But instead of sticking out like a sore thumb, it's a beacon of modernity. Clean lines, Aveda toiletries, mahogeny trimmings, and marble bathrooms, this hotel is a welcoming treasure after driving along a highway full of Sonics and John Deere dealerships. My only regret is not visiting the local stores peppered along Howard Street, including a charming bookstore called Turnrow Books (who's book in the window inspired the title of this post) and a classic country store called Finchers, Inc.

Restaurant: Delta Bistro
I wish I was still there eating. From the Alligator Ravioli to BBQ Elk Brisket to the Lemon Ice Box pie, the menu served up a modern twist on southern favorites. A local guy recommended anything on the special's menu, so that's what I tried: maple syrup salmon croquettes with pea risotto, sprinkled with spicy pecans (pictured here). Absolute heaven.

P.S. I can't forget the high point of my visit: I PICKED COTTON!
Ok, 100 or even 60 years ago I wouldn't be so joyous about toiling in a cotton field. And I'm not sure why I nearly screamed when we drove by it. I guess seeing the fabric of our lives has more of a special place in my heart than the memory of my ancestors picking it.

False Evidence...

2010-04-18T19:02:00.003-04:00

The BF and I are having a discussion. It's a discussion we've been having on-and-off for a few months. The convo starts with "did you call so-and-so?" and it ends with me pouting and wishing he wasn't right, sort of. You see I have big dreams, BIG DREAMS. They don't involve me becoming a millionaire or inventing something that would cure cancer...but they are little hopes I have for my life, and now for my daughter's life. The thing is finding the time to make it happen. To make those calls, write those letters, send those emails, and most importantly make those connections. The problem, outside of my desire to watch TV when I should be working on me, is that age-old-blocker: fear. I'm too accomplished to be afraid. I'm too optimistic to have fear, and yet it's here, suffocating me. I don't want my daughter to see me like this. I don't want her to sense my nerves are uneasy. I want her to be proud. I must remember what fear really means: false evidence appearing real.

When Music Matters the Most

2010-02-17T14:15:00.007-05:00

After six weeks of mommyhood, I'm finally coming out of the mist of diapers, baby oil, and Dreft. Now it's time for the real work to begin: teaching my babygirl to love world music. With her dad being Haitian-American, it's a no-brainer we're teaching her konpa--Haitian's beloved Afro-Caribbean slow rhythm standard. But I want her to love everything, so I log on to the one-stop shop for world music: Putumayo Records. I knew I wanted their "French Caribbean" compilation. The CD has everything from konpa to zouk, which hails from Martinque and Guadeloupe. Then I saw their "Caribbean Playground" CD; it has two Haitian children songs. I'm extremely happy with Erna Letemps's "Salutations" because it teaches basic French, including numbers 1-10. But the real joy? Both CDs support Haiti's earthquake victims. 100% of the proceeds go to the Red Cross. Sweet.

Haiti: Too Close to Home

2010-01-16T22:57:00.005-05:00

For the last week, my house and my heart have been overwhelmed by the news of Haiti. My BF's homeland is in rumbles. He's lost good friends, found loved ones and desperately wants to DO SOMETHING. Our new daughter may not ever see the Haiti her father loved so (pictured here in October 2007; Port-au-Prince), however we're hopeful she'll be a part of Haiti's rebirth. If you haven't already, please support the recovery of Haiti and its people. We are all Haiti.

The American Red Cross

www.redcross.org

Text "Haiti" to 90999 to donate $10 (billed to your phone)

Doctors Without Borders

http://doctorswithoutborders.org/

The United Nations World Food Program

www.wfp.org

Project HOPE

www.projecthope.org

Partners in Health

www.pih.org

My Life's Top Ten (2000-2009)

2009-12-31T21:43:00.017-05:00

Everyone in the blogosphere is reflecting on the decade, so here goes my top ten list of life-changing events (and maybe five things I'm wishing for the next 10):

1. Got into my groove living in New York City
Although I moved here in 1995, I told myself I'd give the Big Apple five years. I was working in publishing (technically), living in a studio paying $499 (and I had a doorman!), dating, traveling and partying. When 2000 rolled in, I decided to stay indefinitely. I'm still in an Empire State of Mind.

2. Started working at ESSENCE
On the eve of 2000, I finally landed my dream job in November '99 and on most days I still love it--ten years later.

3. Fell in and out of like/love
I've never been a believer in the Black Male Shortage, or that a Black man would never marry me because I was a professional. What I did learn in the last ten years about relationships is more often I found guys I liked than I loved. But all of them gave me something special and I remember them fondly. There are good Black men out there.

4. Celebrated New Year's Eve in London and Bahia
If you've never brought in New Year's in another country, do it before you die. I highly suggest being in Bahia, Brazil at the stroke of midnight. The sky explodes with fireworks and all of the revelers, dressed in white, dance, pray, and party for hours. What's a better way to bring in a new year?

5. Turned 30 (in London)
My birthday falls in the middle of the holidays, when most folks spend time with family. I too would go home but after turning 25, I wanted something more than my momma and brother singing "Happy Birthday." I decided to welcome 30 in London. Although when the actual day happened, I was so jet lagged I could barely hold up my glass of champagne. But I spent the next few days falling in love with one of my favorite cities.

6. Laughed until I cried with friends I've known for 10+ yrs
I've got two sets of friends, my crew from high school and my crew from college. I love that they known me forever and that we can still talk as if we just met yesterday. Also I love that they love me for who I am.

7. Became an auntie
My brother beat me giving our mom grandchildren, but it's all good. By the grace of God I was there for the birth of my two nieces. I can't imagine life without those girls. They are the light of our world.

8. Started knowing/loving myself...for real
I've kept a journal since 6th or 7th grade, all in the hope of piecing together the woman I was meant to become. The last ten years have brought many reflections--I have too many obligations, I prefer quiet time to hanging out, I like being around people I love, I don't like to lie (but gossiping is fine), I'm intuitive, my faith is strong (but my fellowship is weak), I'm bougie, family comes first, I'm a late bloomer...and so much more.

9. Became a homeowner
When I first moved to NYC I used to walk around my dream neighborhoods on the Upper West Side and in Brooklyn Heights. I walked into an open house on 59 Pineapple St, which is on a historic block in BH. The price for a jr 1-bedroom was $59K. I loved it: the kitchenette, the french doors, the partial view of the East River, the wood floors, the nook by the front door. But I had no clue on how to be a homeowner and now, nearly 13 years later I am one. (Sure it's the edge of the hood, but I love it.)

10. Became pregnant with first child
What I love about this blessing is that it's a testament to my faith. I always prayed for love and family, every since I was a teen. As I grew up, I worried about when and if I'd have one and it would infuriate me because I felt like God wasn't listening. Then one day a child was created. When I spoke to God about it, I apologized profusely. His lesson: patience. If it's meant for you, it will happen. If it doesn't, it will be revealed why. I've experienced this over and over again. I will always follow his will.

For 2010 and beyond, I'd like to:

1. Start a new career
2. Write a book, or have a popular blog
3. Live abroad
4. Build a beach house in Jacmel, Haiti
5. Have great memories as a first time mom

What do you want for the next ten years of your life?

Growing Up Is Hard to Do

2009-12-18T00:17:00.003-05:00

Today I felt like an adult. The moment wasn't so dramatic like I imagine giving birth to my first child will be or when I signed the mortgage forms to my condo. No it was a little after 4 pm, on a bitter Brooklyn day, as I was holding up the bed frame my BF was fitting into its slot. I was sitting on the floor, with my 10 month-size belly resting in my lap. I was pensively watching him and I looked around I saw my life in its new light. Sure, I've been playing house and I know I'm having our baby, but today all the pieces fit together. I'm finally grown. We are a family.

It's So Hard to Say Goodbye

2009-11-08T21:47:00.006-05:00

If God is willing, I'll be closing on my first place by the end of the month. (And thanks to Obama for extending the first time home buyer's credit until April 30, I can stop harassing the bank to hurry the hell up!) But the BF is stressing me to start throwing away the unessentials we—really he—won't be carrying across the river to our new place. This is where my anxiety comes in. I have two loves in my apartment: my books and my music. Both are stacked high and both will be a bitch to carry, but I can't say goodbye to my babies. Our compromise? I must wean as many books as I can (two boxes have already been given away) and organize the CDs in folders. For the last two hours I've put four and a half stacks of hip-hop in three neat binders, a small collection for the 12 years I've lived in this space. As I go through the music, reminiscing over long lost CD singles and albums associated with past loves (I only have Jadakiss because of one boy), I realize I'm a much different person now. Sure I still love the music (don't play "Big Pimpin'" and not expect me to bounce), but the motivation behind collecting—really hoarding it—has long gone. I never thought I'd see the day, but here it is. C 'est la vie.... But before I say goodbye, here's a Memory Lane playlist of albums and/or songs I was once so proud to claim I owned:

The Roots's "Organix"—their first official album
Tribe Called Quest's "For the Seasoned Traveller"—a compilation of rare mixes
De La Soul's "Ego Trippin' (part two)" maxi single—on the fourth track, "Lovely How I Let My Mind Float," De La samples Prince's "The Ballad of Dorothy Parker"
De La Soul "Live at Tramps"—I never went to Tramps, but I'm glad I have this little piece of NYC history
Red Hot Cool's "Stolen Moments"—Remember in the mid-nineties when hip-hop and jazz heads collaborated on everything? This was one of the best efforts
Super Cat's "Dolly My Baby"—This song must have been played a million times sophomore year at Hampton
Nas's "Illmatic"—Who didn't play this album and wondered, where had this dude been all our lives?
The Fugees's "Greatest Hits"—I had to have it for the Mahogany Mix of "The Sweetest Thing"

In your music collection, what albums or songs are you most proud to still own?

I'm Coming Out

2009-10-20T22:28:00.003-04:00

Since I started this blog, I've been living a double life. I work at a reputable magazine during the day. Off-the-clock I wrote this blog as an outlet for the passions I couldn't cover at work. Then my life changed: I'm having a baby. Being pregnant not only takes all my energy but its taken all my thoughts too. However I do miss blogging and thankfully my job has given me an outlet to do both. Once or twice a week I contribute to Baby on Board with Cori Murray (yeah that's me) at essence.com. So if you'd like to see what's on my mind more frequently than my posts here, check me out there. Peace.

Island Supermarket Excursions

2009-09-05T19:02:00.007-04:00

When I travel outside of the country, I love taking excursions to local grocery stores and open air markets. I get a kick out of looking at products that don't make it stateside or how differently certain products (like Kit Kats) are packaged in London as opposed to those in Lancaster, PA. I'm on Grand Cayman Island for a few days and went inside Foster's Fine Fare (similar to Giant or Pathmark) to grab some bobby pins and after sun lotion. Instead of going directly to the personal care aisle, I casually browsed the different juice labels, bread packages and magazine racks (British pubs like Tatler's and Hello stock the shelves). Take a look at the pics of these two products that caught my eye. While on vacation, what unexpected things do you like to see?

Finally, Haiti Gets Mainstream Love

2009-08-23T12:35:00.011-04:00

Photo: Outside the Cormier Beach Hotel, March 2008

In March 2008, I visited Haiti for the fourth time in two years. On that visit, the BF introduced me to Jackie, a jolly, 50-something, English woman who made Haiti her home after years of traveling there. I liked her immediately and the three of us had a wonderful conversation at the beachside resort Cormier, where we were on vacation in Cap-Haitien. Jackie, who teaches kreyol and English to make money, and who promotes Haiti tourism so Haitians can make money, told us about an article, coming soon in Condé Nast Traveler's magazine about the beginnings of Haiti's tourism. Working in the publishing industry, I knew how huge an impact such an article could have on Haiti and how much influence it would have among CNTraveler's affluent readers. Write it and they will come.

But with all our excitement, the BF and I looked and looked for the article once we were back stateside. After a few months, our hopes died. Jackie and the BF lost touch, and I figured the writer's magazine editor probably said, "Haiti's not sexy enough yet to be in our pages." This was pretty much the answer I received when I pitched an article on Haiti to reputable travel mag, and even my own magazine, seemed to turn its nose at a piece looking at the original pearl of the Antilles beyond its publicized troubles.

But last week, the BF heard through the grapevine the article was on newsstands.For days we made plans to buy it and last night we popped into Barnes & Noble, each with our own copy, and read "Love and Haiti and the Whole Damned Thing" by Amy Wilentz. While the BF smiled from ear to ear because his native land was getting some much deserved love, I sat in my café chair fuming over what took them so long to do the story? Why wasn't this piece in a Black magazine? Why did an editor tell me a piece on Haiti wouldn't work because they promote luxury and Haiti is not luxorious? Yes, this all sounds like hating on my part, but I feel I'm a little entitled. I've been singing Haiti's praises from the moment I stepped on its beautiful, forgotten land. Sure, the readership of mizik-voyage, is four, but hey, each one, teach one right?

I'm not sure I'm making a valid point, or if I'm simply jealous the CNTraveler's piece will spread the word more than I ever could. Taking a deep breath, I'm going to release these negative feelings and hope those who read the article—with its 14 page spreads and breathtaking full bleed photos—will feel the same love I have for Haiti.

Who Are You Calling Fat?

2009-08-05T23:21:00.007-04:00

I usually don't comment on White people news but I have to say enough is enough with Jessica Simpson being considered fat. My new copy of US Weekly came in the mail and the coverline sent my eyes rolling:

Jessica's Nightmare The Other Woman Burned Again! Long before dumping Jess, Tony sent flirty texts to a younger, SKINNIER blonde.

Are you kidding me? "Skinnier"? Are we still giving this chick grief over her weight? Let's guess how much Jessica Simpson's weighs: 120? 125? 130? 135? If she hits either of these numbers on the scale, girlfriend is skinny! I'm not a big (or little) fan of Jessica Simpson or care much about her personal life, but when the media made a big deal of her fat jeans a few months back, my heart went out to her. I could only imagine what blogs and tabloids would write if they pictured me (pre-pregnancy) in my Gap boot cuts. Or questioned why I always wear blousy tops? Am I hiding a few rolls? Hell yeah!

When it comes to gawking at celeb bodies in magazines, I'm all for it. But let's get away from unfairly calling these women fat or skinny. Those judgmental labels send the wrong message to young girls (and even grown women) who don't separate fact from sensational journalism. Instead, just run the pictures and let our minds do the labeling. And Jessica, for the record, your body's fabulous.

Do you feel magazines unfairly label women's bodies?

Baby Obssesed

2009-07-26T20:35:00.007-04:00

I wrote a few posts back that when you're not looking, life happens. Well, that's what happened when I came out the bathroom with a pregnancy stick signaling I, we, were going to have a baby. Three months later, as my belly grows, I'm still amazed at the blessing I've been given and hoping I'm truly up to the task of motherhood (but more importantly labor and delivery). This has also taken ALL of my free time, which is why my posts are so sporadic. If I'm not reading one of three pregnancy books I keep at my bedside, I'm online at babycenter.com tracking bébé's weekly growth. The BF, while supportive, has been calling me back from the tunnel I've entered by suggesting A) I read something non-pregnancy related B) blog, and/or C) take a yoga class. Within the last week, I decided to do all three:

1. I bought Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's newest work, The Thing Around Your Neck (I'm already on page 41)

2. I'm blogging now! (but does blogging about pregnancy count?)

3. I took my first prenatal yoga classes on Saturday (Prenatal Yoga Center). Funny, when I thought of pregnancy before, I always imagined I'd be one of these urban chic moms-to-be walking with a yoga mat under my arm. Instead, I'm trying to steer clear of every McDonald's I see because I believe bébé wants Fish O' Filet (when it's really only me). The class was what I expected but I didn't expect how just breathing and stretching could make me feel more alive than ever. Also it took away the nervousness that had been creeping into my psyche, and instead left a sense of calm that I should enjoy these last few months with myself because my bébé was enjoying his/her time before their big day.

How do you let go of your obsessions?

Memorable Mondays: Maze featuring Frankie Beverly

2009-07-13T21:43:00.005-04:00

Turning anxiously to the crossword puzzle in today's New York Times, I nearly gasped when I saw Ben Ratliff's review of Maze featuring Frankie Beverly's recent show at the Beacon Theater. I never think to see this group outside of the Essence Music Festival, where I've watched them close out the three day fest for about seven years. Watching them with about 40,000 folks, dressed in their white Sunday best and singing every word to "While I'm Alone," "Joy and Pain," "We Are One" and many, many more is one my life's absolute joys. This year I had the best seats of my life, second row, center and I bought an outfit just for the show. I think even my little one-to-be, Bébé J, knew we were lucky to be thisclose to the stage. As usual there's always some old coot who asks with a guff, "What do YOU know about Maze?" But after I stretched my arms and sang as if I wrote the words with Frankie: "I wanna spread my wings yeah/and I wanna tell all I see/these happy feelins/and spread them all over the world," the old coot sheepishly conceded that I might know something about Maze. Ya think?

But the man did get me thinking. Unlike my love of New Edition, Michael Jackson and Anita Baker, I actually owned their albums as an impressionable youth in the 80s. However, I didn't own any of Maze's, which made me wonder, how did I learn all these songs? My momma. I remember her buying two albums growing up: Luther Vandross's Never Too Much and Maze's Live in New Orleans. Well, she must have played that 8-track to death because I can recall every beat, break, and ballad this group performed on that album, which is essentially the set they've been performing for 28 years. Damn, that's a long time but let me tell you, this group just gets better with time. Here's Ben Ratliff's review in the NYTimes, but first enjoy this live version of "I Want to Thank You." If you're a Maze fan, what's your favorite song?

When You're Not Looking, Life Happens

2009-07-10T00:36:00.002-04:00

My blog is supposed to be about music and travel, but lately I haven't been doing much traveling or wishing to travel and since Michael Jackson's death, I've been spending my online time collecting songs I didn't already own by the genius ("Show Me the Way to Go," "Farewell My Summer Love" and "Rockin Robin"). So inspiration for my blog has fallen flat. I have been inspired to write about some other things going on in my life and perhaps after this weekend, I'll start. Bear with me for the change. I hope you'll find my new journeys enlightening.

R.I.P. Michael Jackson

2009-06-26T06:33:00.003-04:00

Words can't express my disbelief at the lost of Michael Jackson. He was, and always will be, the greatest. I had this poster on my adolescent walls for many years. Rest in peace, MJ. I hope you've found peace.

Link to my ode to Off the Wall.

Rain, Rain, Rain... PLEASE Go Away

2009-06-21T21:19:00.004-04:00

As a nature lover, I see the joy in many of the earth's natural occurrences. We need sun for photosynthesis; we need wind to help spread pollen and other microscopic (good) germs to plants; we need fire for warmth; and rain, dear rain, for nourishment. But for the last several weeks, in the New York tri-state area, we've had enough rain to nourish the entire summer and half the upcoming fall. I'm trying to understand why, I'm trying to see past my greedy needs to wear cute, summer dresses and sandals, and I'm trying to relish in the bits of sun we get in between the clouds... but my patience is wearing thin. I don't like questioning GOD, and typing the words, I won't. Instead, I'll start praying for sun... lots of sun. If you live in NYC, please do the same.

Once the rain stops, how will you spend your summer days? Personally, I can't wait for an outside table to sip on a fruity blended drink and some nachos.

Memorable Mondays: The Bugaloos

2009-06-01T23:13:00.002-04:00

In Sunday's New York Times, there was a round up of the popular children shows Sid and Marty Kroff created back in the 1970s. I remember and watched every last one of them: Land of the Lost, Sigmund and the Sea Monster, H.R. Puffnstuff, Electra Woman and Dyna Girl, and my absolute favorite: The Bugaloos. A flying, singing group of half-human, half-insect teenagers, The Bugaloos played right into my fantasy, British pop music loving mind. (For the record, I was heavily into The Monkeys during my youth.) But it also gave me one of my first crushes. I never knew his name, but the Black Bugaloo had my little heart. Check out this clip of the show's intro.
What show did you love growing up?

You Decide: Being Cheap or Being Green?

2009-05-31T10:58:00.005-04:00

While NYC's beautifully sunny Saturday called for shorter skirts and tank tops, I knew my hands and feet needed some TLC. Immediately after an appointment on East 34th, I headed into the first nail salon I saw. [NOTE: I rarely visit midtown's east side but was pleasantly surprised at the area's neighborhood feel near Third Ave. Check out the brunch menu at Cinema Cafe on the corner of E. 34th and 3rd Ave.] While using the salon's bathroom, this sign was posted: "Please use only one sheet of paper towel to dry your hands." But in the words of Carrie Bradshaw, I had to wonder, where they being cheap or being green? You decide.

My Bermuda Best

2009-05-28T00:09:00.007-04:00

Landing in Bermuda last Friday with my mom, I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t do any pre-planning beyond getting the address for my mom’s friend’s house in Somerset and finding a hotel for a spa treatment. This is so unlike me as I love to buy books about the places I’m about to visit. But thanks to Facebook and my status alerts on my upcoming trip, friends sent suggestions on places I should see. MT gave me the best idea when she said she loved taking a heritage tour.

Once I got on the island and visited the very touristy Dockyards harbor, I knew I’d have to start researching my own itinerary fast. Logging on to Bermuda Tourism's main site, under their Culture and History section, I found out about Bermuda’s African Diaspora Trail. I’m always intrigued by how African ancestors made their way in a new land, so I made a list of sites I had to see in two days. Thank goodness our host and her friend's appetites for Black history were just as sharp as mine. Here’s what we saw:

1. Old Warwick Graveyard at the Rubber Tree (Warwick)
Off Middle Road, next to the Warwick Post Office, sits a stone memorial acknowledging the slaves who were buried there. This area also hosts a Saturday farmers market and vendors selling clothes, accessories and other knick-knacks.

2. Cobbs Hill Methodist Church (Warwick)
A quaint, wooden and stone house of worship built by free Blacks and slaves “in the moonlight.” The church is on the register of the UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization).

3. Sally Bassett’s Memorial (Hamilton)
What a woman. Sally Bassett was a slave who was charged with a public whipping after she was caught “uttering threatening words” to a slave owner (not her own). Then 18 years later, Sally was on trial again but this time for poisoning her granddaughter’s owners. Her sentencing? Execution by fire. According to Bermudian legend, Sally’s execution was on the hottest day of the year and she laughed on the way to her trail, “No use you hurryin’, there’ll be no fun ‘til I get there!” Until this day, Bermudian’s refer to any exceptionally hot days as “a regular Sally Bassett day!” Her memorial sits in the garden of the House of Commons.
NOTE: More research into Sally’s dual trials suggest she was a part of a planned slave revolt on the island and that her attack on her granddaughter’s owners was a personal vengeance. Her method of poisoning could be traced to the “Obeah” traditions of West Africa. I became familiar with this African tradition while reading the Book of Night Women, which is about a group of women who plan a slave revolt in Jamaica. There are a lot of similarities between Sally and one of the Book of Night Woman's characters, Homer. Both women practiced Obeah and both had been whipped so bad for pretty crimes against their owners.

4. St. Peter’s Church (St. George)
According to the African Disapora Trail brochure, St. Peter’s Church is “the oldest Anglican church in the New World.” And in its graveyard, sectioned off by a stonewall, lies the remains of many freed Blacks and slaves dating back to the early 1700s. Although most of the headstones are no longer recognizable, the cemetery is the resting place of many of Bermuda's ancestors. This graveyard is on the register of the UNESCO.

5. Horseshoe Bay (Southampton)
Ok, I'm not sure of the African legacy here but for this New World negro, it was the last stop on my Bermuda Black History tour. I dug my weary feet in the pink sand and thanked God for witnessing the crystal blue sea.

Change in Plans: Bermuda

2009-05-06T23:15:00.003-04:00

A couple of posts ago, I wrote about my dream to experience the Rockhouse Hotel near Negril, Jamaica. I had my plans set—my mother and I were arriving on the island at the end of May for a long weekend full of cerulean natural pools and Appleton rum punches. But then I filed my taxes, and all hopes of disposable income went out the window. So what's a girl to do with an approved vacation and no island to roam her weary feet? Luckily my mom had a plan B. Her friend's sister had recently moved to Bermuda and was desperate for visitors. Of course I asked how desperate? How big is her place? Could we sleep on her couch? The answers were as followed: Very desperate and she has a 1 bedroom with a sleep sofa. Bet. With hotel costs reduced to zero, I could afford to imagine myself on a beach again.

I don't know much about Bermuda, except:
* It's NOT a Caribbean island. Bermuda is off the coast of North Carolina in the Atlantic Ocean. Its temperature is comparable to South Carolina and Georgia.
* It's a British territory.
* It's a haven for golfers (as well as Michael Douglass, Catherine Zeta-Jones and interior designer India Hicks)

What I hope to learn about this Atlantic isle:
* The off-the-beaten-path places that reveal how true Bermudians live.
* The big deal with golf. Maybe I'll take a beginners course.
* The best place for a spa treatment.

When you go to a new place for vacation, what do you hope to learn about the city?

Memorable Mondays: The 12 inch

2009-04-27T22:28:00.006-04:00

I'm not sure if I believe imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I do know when one of my homegirls does something I like, I try to do it too (in my own way of course). Quite a few bloggers, sites and radio shows promote a Throwback Thursday or Flashback Friday post or show. Well, I'm instituting Memorable Mondays (get it?) For today's segment, let's pay homage to the 12 inch.

Surfing around for new music, I stumbled onto Klymaxx's Greatest Hits. When deciding whether I wanted "Meeting in the Ladies Room" or "I Miss You," I saw the "The Men All Pause"—in 12 inch. I hadn't seen those words in forever. THE 12 INCH!! I remember how Kemp Mill Records in Prince George's County had rows of 12 inches and maxi singles. My family didn't own a record player so I always got the maxi single on cassette. I still have some of those tapes, including Johnny Gill's "My, My, My" live plus "Wrap My Body Tight" with the 12" remake version and Babyface's "My Kinda Girl" special 12" dance mixes—extended play. Buying these tapes, I thought I was getting the ultimate song. Sure, I found out that most of the songs were padded with instrumental interludes. But most of the time I discovered I had unearthed a real treasure, like the extended version of De La Soul's "Buddy" which had Monie Love and Queen Latifah.

To celebrate the 12 inch, enjoy Klymaxx's "The Men All Pause." Shouldn't Rihanna, Santogold, or Janelle Monae remake this?

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New Song I Love: Chester French's "I'm So Tall" featuring Bun B, Talib Kweli and Mickey Factz

2009-04-22T08:38:00.008-04:00

I'm an average size girl, but this song makes me feel ten feet tall. My Memphis homeboy O.F. sent me a link to it, and then Chester French's new album came in the mail at work and I thought I scored an easy acquisition. However "I'm So Tall" is not on the CD (or on iTunes, Amazon.com or Limewire for that matter). In the meantime, I have to hear it here or through this homemade video. Doesn't this feel like a summer jam?

Tell Me Something Good...to download

2009-04-18T07:28:00.007-04:00

While visiting the JiveZomba Records office last week to hear Ciara's new album (CiCi has brilliantly reworked her previous efforts to have THE album of the summer), one of her publicists casually asked me what I had been listening to these days. This question from music industry folks always makes me think I'm being tested by the do-you-really-have-good-taste-in-music gods. After stuttering for a minute, "huh, there's this new guy Nino Moschella I like...and I know I'm late, but I'm feeling the Kings of Leon [pictured]..." She cuts me off and says, I'm looking for some new music—anything—and I know you like good music so send me some songs I should have. Moi? Really? (big smile). I go home and export my riding to work playlist, aptly titled "2 or 3 ride," for her. [For those non-NYCers, I live off of the 2 or 3 subway line]. Here's the list, let me know what you think.

Mizik*Voyage's 2 or 3 ride list
"Didn't You See Her" by Nino Moschella
"Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon
"Seven Nation Army" Alice Russell (feat. Nostalgia 77)
"Pape Ndiaye" by Orchestra Baobab
"Brazilian Love Song (Michaelangle L’Acqua Mix)" by Nat King Col
"Love Sex Magic" by Ciara Feat. Justin Timberlake
"Use Somebody" by Kings of Leon
"Brooklyn Girls" by Charles Hamilton
"Jai Ho" by A.R. Rahman (Featuring Sukhvinder Singh, Tanvi Shah & Mahalaxmi Iyer)
"Rockin' That Sh**" by The-Dream
"God In Me" by Mary Mary Feat. Kierra 'Kiki' Sheard
"Day 'n' Nite" by Kid Cudi
"Don't You Worry" by Unforscene featuring Alice Russell
"Blame It" by Jamie Foxx (feat. T-Pain)
"Runaway" by Jamiroquai
"Say" by John Mayer
"Somewhere Between Waking and Sleeping" by Air (Featuring N. Hannon)
"Radio" by Jamiroquai
"Swagga Like Us" by Jay-Z & T.I. (feat. Kanye West & Lil Wayne)
"O...Saya" by AR Rahman & M.I.A.
"Hurry On Now" by Alice Russell
"Plus Fort" by Youssou N'Dour
"Just One Kiss" by Raphael Saadiq
"Miss Independent" by Ne-Yo
"Pretty Please (Love Me)" by Estelle Feat. Cee-Lo
"Nothing Lasts Forever" by Maroon 5
"City of Blinding Lights" by U2
"Jumping (Out the Window)" by Ron Browz
"Who's Gonna Save My Soul" by Gnarls Barkley
"Best for Last" by ADELE
"Luv" by Janet Jackson
"Lost/Viva la Vida" by Coldplay (with Jay-Z)
"Starchild" by Jamiroquai
"Bo Lega Caco Mode Bo" by Africa Negra
"Baby Boy" by Beyonce Feat. Sean Paul
"No No No" by Marcia Griffiths
"100 Yard Dash" by Raphael Saadiq
"My Babe" by Columbus Short
"Paper Planes" by M.I.A.
"Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5
"Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5
"Our Lips Are Sealed" by The Go-Go's
"Main Vein" by Jamiroquai
"Dance Tonight" by Lucy Pearl
"Morris Brown" by Outkast Featuring Scar & Sleepy Brown
"Selfish" by Slum Village, Kanye West & John Legend
"Get Up" by Mary Mary
"Nijaay" by Orchestra Baobab
"Hommage A Tonton Ferrer" by Orchestra Baobab Feat. Youssou N'dour & Ibrahim Ferrer

When I Get to Jamaica

2009-04-13T00:38:00.009-04:00

I've never been to Jamaica, but for the last few weeks while reading Marlon James exquisite and captivating novel The Book of Night Women, I feel I've been on me yard fa years. The book, set during slavery, follows the lives of a group of women who plan an island wide revolt. Granted, this scenario didn't make me book a flight on Air Jamaica. But seeing the images of Negril's Rockhouse Hotel did. Doesn't this pic of the hotel make you want to be on the yard? I first heard about Rockhouse through a music publicist friend who went on vacation there with her girls. Then another great friend told me her former boss was married at the picturesque location. I knew then I'd make my way there. I'll get to Rockhouse sometime this year. What hotel do you wish to stay at this year?

24 Hours in New Orleans

2009-04-11T10:49:00.006-04:00

I'm in New Orleans for the weekend and can I tell you, I'm so giddy to be here. I love this city for its architecture, its food, its music and oddly enough, for its smell. The humidity mixed with bayou air fills this Southern girl with glee.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, my coworker Pamela is getting married here and a few of us came down to see her second line down the aisle. Bsquared and I are staying at the International House, a West Elm inspired boutique hotel near the French Quarter. The lobby was jumping with Nawlin's hipsters and buppies when we walked in from a seeing Kermit Ruffin perform at the Blue Nile on Frenchman Street.

I'll get into more details later, but I'm in a rush to eat. We're heading to a New Orleans style brunch (think catfish and grits) at Lil Dizzy's Cafe. I can't wait.

Just One of Dem Days

2009-04-08T19:11:00.003-04:00

I don't know what the universe is telling me, but I'm listening. Just as I was thinking how I would destress after a hellish morning that's still lingering in my psyche, a friend I met on my London sojourn years ago sent me this lovely forward at 6:26 pm. Perfect timing for a weary soul.

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you right.
Love the ones who don't just because you can.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Kiss slowly.
Forgive quickly.
God never said life would be easy.

He just promised it would be worth it.

How do you destress after a bad day?

Love Is in the Air

2009-04-07T13:43:00.008-04:00

I just got word one of my favorite people in the world, the hilarious Nana Eyeson, will be blogging about her July wedding at WorldBride's Weblog. Click here for her first post. I met Nana at work years ago and I've always loved hearing about her cultural struggles as a true African-American. (Nana's Ghanian but she grew up between Accra, Brooklyn and Virgina). When she and her husband-to-be (a Nigerian from Newark) were engaged, she hilariously explained Ghana's knocking door ceremony, which involves the finacé tirelessly "knocking" on his betrothed's door. Most often the man is turned away by several family members until he proves himself to be worthy of the bride. Here's just a sample of Nana's humor from the blog: "And though we initially thought an intimate wedding in Jamaica would be attainable … we quickly realized that as two children of crazy “African” parents that was not an option. Africans don’t do anything intimate ."

Pamela Edwards, another coworker, has been blogging about her big day, which happens to be this weekend in New Orleans. Her final blog post launches tomorrow here. (But if you missed her first post, click here; for the second, here.) I'm heading down on Friday for the ceremony and I can hear the second line band now. Pam and I started working within a month of each other and we've made several Christmas Eve road trips down 95, but I think my most joyous memory will be seeing her walking down the aisle.

If you could have your wedding anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Shuffle Saturdays

2009-04-04T19:58:00.008-04:00

On the weekends I long to start my day with music more so than turning on the news, TV or computer. Hey, I need a break from the crises in the world. So I connect my iPod to the Bose, select shuffle and reconnect to MY world. What's always surprising are the songs that pop up I haven't heard in awhile, and how much they still move me although they aren't on any of my playlists. Here's a sampling of the songs that brought me joy today. At the end of the post, tell me how do you like to start your Saturdays.

"All My Friends" by Amos Lee (self-titled CD) Imagine a male Norah Jones

"Look Inside" by 4Hero (Play with the Change) Two Brits with a thing for drum & bass

"Lisboa Kuya" by Sara Tavares (Balancé) Portuguese singer with Cape Verde roots

"Stop Playin'" by Anthony David (The Red Clay Chronicles) Underrated neosoul genius

"Me" by Erykah Badu [New Amerykah: Part One (4th World War)] Greatest. Song. Ever.

"Hae" by Hugh Masekela (Presents from the Vaults of Chisa 1965-76) South African jazz giant

"Ha Dias" by Luca Mandaca (Brazilian Lounge) Don't know much but me likey

"Pink Cashmere" by Prince (The Hits/The B-sides) The Man

"When Your Life Was Low" by Joe Sample featuring Lalah Hathaway (The Song Lives On) A simply beautiful song

"Live a Lie" by Jazmine Sullivan (Fearless) Best new artist with a bright future

"Pablo Picasso" by Citizen Cope (The Clarence Greenwood Recordings) Like Amos Lee but with more soul

"What's Your Name?" by Leon Ware (Jamiroquai's Late Night Tales) Wrote and produced Marvin Gaye's iconic I Want You album. Enuf said.

"Wheel" by John Mayer (Heavier Things) If you read this blog, you know how much I adore this Southern boy

"Nothing Left to Say" by Mint Condition (E-Life) After a long absence, this album had some pure gems

"Screams of Passion" by The Family (self-titled CD) I can still do the dance from this video, which I tried to copy here from YouTube but it says WMG has a copyright claim on it. Oh well.

So tell me, how do you start your Saturdays?

Senegalese Stars: Youssou N'Dour and Orchestra Baobab

2009-04-02T22:47:00.014-04:00

Last week I went to an early documentary screening about the making of Youssou N'Dour's groundbreaking 2004 album Egypt, which was recorded as a religious tribute to his Islamic faith. The Senegalese singer recorded with the Egyptian Fathy Salama Orchestra but caught holy hell for releasing the album during Ramadan in Senegal. The documentary detailed his fall from grace and how he reclaimed his status as his country's national treasure. Walking away from the movie I realized how much I loved West African music but how little I knew of Youssou and his sound. I went home confident I had something of his, but I only came across some of his guest work with Orchestra Baobab, another Senegalese group. Since I've restricted myself from shopping with reckless abandon on iTunes, Orchestra Baobab would have to quell my need for Youssou. Their album is Made in Dakar and I've played "Pape Ndiaye" everyday. Although Youssou isn't on this song, their sounds are quite similar—haunting soul against Afro-Cuban riddims. Check Orchestra Baobab playing my new favorite song live here. Let me know what you think.

25 Years Ago...Marvin Gaye

2009-03-31T22:32:00.003-04:00

Twenty-five years ago, music lost a great man. In tribute to him and his legacy, tell me your favorite Marvin Gaye song. This is mine. Like the man says... keep on dancing.

Jill Scott Takes Over Times Square

2009-03-29T19:00:00.007-04:00

Walking in Times Square is no biggie to me anymore unless I see something extraordinary. I did a few weeks ago when I saw the gigantic billboard for The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency right there on Broadway and 42nd Street. I saw this minimovie a few months ago and fell in love with the breathtaking cinematography of Botswana's landscape. From my TV screen, I wanted to take snapshots of its countryside and frame them all over my apartment. Then there were great performances by Miss Jill Scott and Anika Noni Rose (a very underrated talent). If you're not planning on watching the premiere tonight, you'll also miss out seeing director Anthony Minghella's last great work. Don't do that to yourself. This movie excites all of the senses—watch and you'll see, smell, hear and taste all of Africa.

After you watch The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency, what did you think of the movie?

New Africa Live showcase: Asa

2009-03-28T12:05:00.009-04:00

I love serendipity. Yesterday, around noon, the BF called and asked me what events did I have lined up for us to attend this weekend. My initial reaction was shock because he rarely goes with me to events because it's too much like work. I'm always a little tense as I look for folks I need to chat up or as I'm straining to overhear gossip (hey, it's my job). I had a feeling he was experiencing cabin fever because yesterday was a really nice, almost spring day in NYC, so more than anything my baby needed to get out. But unfortunately, the weekend was looking socially bland. Then at 3:25 pm I received a "sorry for the late notice" email asking me to attend a rare New York City performance of new Nigerian arist Asa (pronounced asha; I profiled her a few months ago). I called the BF to see if this would do and he said, "Yeah, yo" (our secret language for "yes, dear, I'd love to").

Asa was the headliner for the New Africa Live showcase, which immediately intrigued me. The audience was filled with NYC's elite twenty-to-thirtysomething African crowd (think if Sex & The City were set in Lagos). We felt as if we just found out about a secret party. For drinks, I tried the Starr African Rum and juice (nice) while the BF opted for Red Stripe. We found a spot near the stage and enjoyed the show, both onstage and off. He ran into old friends and I felt proud to fall back and let him "work." Hey, what's a good girlfriend to do? Serendipity, yo.

NOTE: From their site, New Africa Live is "dedicated to carving out a cultural space of belonging for contemporary African artists in a globalized world." Also learn more about Asa by watching her CNN "Inside Africa" edition here.

My Spring Fling

2009-03-22T22:59:00.007-04:00

I'm an on and off again runner, well more like a jogger (and my speed is even more an old woman). Nevertheless, I can make it around a track a few times and today I ran for 46 minutes straight. After my cool down, I stopped to snap these budding flowers as they begun blossoming the earth. I love spring and seeing these buds reminds me it's time for renewal. I don't know for absolute sure what I'll be renewing, but I have a few ideas. Last night I was invited to a private gathering of creative women who while successful in their careers, were in some transition with work and identifying their passion. To protect their privacy, I won't go into specific testimonies, only what was going through my mind. I went to this event expecting someone to share some wisdom on where my life could be heading, but chatting with one of the guests she simply shared with me this: "You don't get what you deserve, you get what you ask for." In that moment, I realized I don't ask for much, in fact I don't ask for anything. I'm too proud. But that has to change. So for spring, I'm renewing my faith in my passions, and I'm going to shed some of my pride and ask for things I want—and deserve.
What are you asking for this spring? What do you hope to renew?

Mini-Break Wish: Hudson, New York

2009-03-21T12:05:00.004-04:00

This week I had two vacation days but because of several factors (I’m trying to buy a condo and shouldn’t spend any money; for the first time in years I owe the government money for taxes (!); and I haven’t bought my plane ticket for a wedding next month) I decided not to go away for a mini-holiday. But if I had, I would have spent three days in Hudson, New York in the Catskills. I went there a few years ago to see the fall foliage and I’ve often wanted to return and take in more sights. I love walking along quaint streets with an eclectic mix of mom & pop restaurants, rustic clothing stores, and sweet-smelling bakeries. Not to mention, antique and art deco stores and Five & Dime shops that haven’t been updated since the 60s. Hudson has all of that, plus enough sightseeing to fill your days with natural beauty. (This is my shot of the Rip Van Winkle Bridge.) I feel like a dweeb because I can’t remember the historic house my BF and I discovered that had the most marvelous views of the Hudson River Valley. I still see the setting sun’s light simmering off the water and capturing the warm hues of the leaves just so.

Where would you go for a mini-break?

And on the Seventh Day...

2009-03-16T00:01:00.002-04:00

Today I had write for work, but since I'm battling a nagging cough, I needed inspiration beyond: Drink-more-fluids-and-do-your-work-because-we're-in-a-recession-and-now-isn't-the-time-to-get-fired-for-missing-deadlines. So I played gospel for most of the day to lift me to a higher ground. My favorite is "You Brought the Sunshine" by The Clark Sisters. What's your favorite inspirational song?

Cayman Cool: Cotton Tree Hotel

2009-03-11T23:40:00.007-04:00

Last November, me and BF went to Cayman Islands to visit his cousin, JM, who's an interior designer and architect. She took us to see one of her works in progress, a quaint boutique hotel made up of five traditional Cayman style cottages. The buildings were painted and partially furnished, with minor improvements needed on the grounds. She was considering adding a beachside shower and making tweaks to the outdoor spa. Yesterday JM sent us the Web site to the finished project, which is open and ready for business. Take a look at her work and tell me if you're not ready to book a night at Cotton Tree. The picture (at left) is a view from the cottages I took, the other pictures (below) are from the site. Check out more hotel pics and info here: Cayman Cotten Tree

Welcome to Planet Earth

2009-03-06T00:57:00.005-05:00

Today one of my best friends gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named KJ. These are his little feet, which I wanted to suck all night. Every child is a gift and I'm happy he's been given to two wonderful parents. Thank you God.

Confessions of a (secret) Beauty Addict

2009-03-04T23:15:00.011-05:00

I have a secret: One of my favorite things in life is getting a bag of goodies from my coworker in the fashion & beauty department. I try not to abuse our friendship by asking for things regularly or if I run out of basics such as lotion or deodorant. I only ask if I want something special (like Le 2 de Guerlain Mascara, which at $35, is so out of my price range) or if I'm completely bored with my products at home (I'm so over Bliss's The Youth as We Know It line). When I went to my coworker yesterday, I had run out of shampoo but because I had spent $42 the night before on hair products and forgot to get shampoo, I felt I could break my beauty asking rule. My friend smiled, walked me to the beauty closet and said the words I love to hear: "grab a bag." Sure, I'm not the girl who gets a mani/pedi once a week or one who wears make up everyday, but I still know the monetary and emotional value of pretty bottles with face-saving potions.

Out of all products from my little shopping spree (up top), I'm most excited about the Patrica Wexler M.D. Oil-Free Hydrator SPF 30 (at right). Not so much for the creamy moisturizing properties, but for the travel friendly packaging. With one twist of the top, the pump dispenser pops up. When you're done, twist it back. No chance of leakage—perfect for those of us who've lost far too many moisturizers due to poor packing. I think I need to book a trip right now to give my new beauty creme a travel test-run.

When you travel, what are your favorite traveling beauty products?

Harlem Heights Recap

2009-03-03T01:43:00.005-05:00

Being a resident of Harlem, I watched tonight’s premiere of BET’s much hyped new reality series Harlem Heights with a skeptical eye. The horrible acting aside, I did love seeing my favorite neighborhood haunts paraded in their glory on screen. "Cast members" Landon and Ashlie have coffee at Settepani, which serves the best coffee in the city to me. Ashlie throws her birthday party at Covo, the new Italian restaurant along Harlem’s latest strip (pictured at left by yours truly). [Sidenote: I have to ask why the girls (Brooke, Bridget, Briana, and Kelly) meet up so far uptown for brunch the day after Election Day? Wasn’t that a Wednesday? Where are these girls jobs? Its established Briana works for Victoria Secret’s as a sketch designer, so I’m guessing her office is in midtown. Unless she has the day off, there’s no way she’s coming way uptown for brunch, on a Wednesday.]

As the show progresses, and yes, I’ll be watching to see if it triumphs or tanks, I’m sure these are some Harlem locations we’re sure to see:

Society Cafe 2104 Frederick Douglass Blvd. @ 114th St.
Harlem’s answer to the rustic Brooklyn coffee shop but a little better since Society serves wine after hours.

Melba’s 300 W. 114th @ Frederick Douglas Blvd.
Typical southern cuisine in an atypical atmosphere.

Zoma 2084 Frederick Douglass Blvd. @ 113th St.
For something a little unexpected, this Ethiopian restaurant rates high but don't go if you're starving. Service can be a little slow.

Harlem Tea Room 1793A Madison Avenue @ 118th St.
The place for cozy tea and crumpets for the post-Jack and Jill set.

Nectar 2235 Frederick Douglass Blvd. @ 121st St.
Upscale wine bar and beer garden

67 Orange Street On Frederick Douglass between 112th and 113th St.
Touted as a Harlem speakeasy (where drinks were sold before Prohibition) this tiny bar is new on the scene but already attracting buzz. But let me stress, it's tiny.

Just Downloaded: Alexander O'Neal and The Time

2009-03-01T20:50:00.004-05:00

Last week I had a meeting with two music producers to get an insider’s perspective for a story. The conversation went from what music is sure to be hot for the summer to what was hot 20 years ago. After a few debates of who could be iconic besides Prince, Michael and Stevie, and which artists never got their proper due, producer #2 felt that Alexander O’Neal’s Hearsay was one of the most unheralded R&B albums of all time. Really? But then I remembered O’Neal’s songs “Sunshine” and “Crying Over Time,” and how I played them pretty regularly on late nights back in 1986. I remember thinking how grown I felt hearing these songs back then, as if I knew what love was based on my sixth grade crushes. Going down memory lane made me think of The Time’s Ice Cream Castles, the other cassette I kept near my pink retro radio growing up. Producer #1 made a quip that The Time was like Prince’s D12, but I don’t care. I loved the foolishness of Morris Day and Jerome. That night I came home and downloaded both albums. I laughed listening to The Time's “If the Kid Can’t Make You Come” because I had no idea what the song was about back then. Thank goodness for childhood innocence.

Leaving Los Angeles

2009-02-25T08:20:00.006-05:00

I'm no longer in Los Angeles, but I have this picture of towering palm trees against a classic blue sky back drop as a reminder of what I love most about the city of angels.

Nights Like This

2009-02-20T03:54:00.005-05:00

I've been visiting Los Angeles as long as I can remember. This isn't hard to fathom since I was born there, I have tons of family between South Central and Pasadena, and I spent my seventh grade year in Harbor City (a few miles north of Long Beach). Every time I had to fly out west, especially at night, I looked forward to seeing the city lit up like a Christmas tree as the plane descened over the L.A. basin. I'm out here again, this time for work, and scored a 10th floor view of my home away from home. I snapped this pic and thought how cool the flash played with the city's lights.

A Cook NOT Like Me

2009-02-18T00:20:00.004-05:00

So my blog is supposed to be about music and travel, but in the last seven days my friend and cousin have given me three cookbooks. What are they trying to say? I can cook (not really) but I just don't do it often (or at all). Because I love world cultures, I prefer eating out so I can keep my travel memories alive. Like when I eat at small trattorias I remember making pasta with truffles in Florence (fully supervised). Or when I have really good, sweet fried plaintains, I think of those I ate with red red sauce in Accra. I can't recreate those memories in my little kitchen. Where are the menus I can't read? The waiters annoyed with my butchering of their language? But perhaps my loved ones are telling me maybe I should try. Ok, I get the hint. Of the cookbooks I received, I'll try the Harlem Really Cooks: The Nouvelle Soul Food of Harlem first. Wish me luck.

Pictured (from left): Harlem Really Cooks: The Nouvelle Soul Food of Harlem; The Get 'Em Girls Guide to the Power of Cuisine: Perfect Recipes for Spicing Up Your Love Life; and Hungry Girl: Recipes and Survival Strategies for Guilt-Free Eating in the Real World.

Music Confession: I Heart John Mayer

2009-02-13T21:12:00.006-05:00

It’s the start of a cold Friday night and I think I’m in love with John Mayer. OK, not him, but his music, particularly his last album Continuum. And to be very specific, songs (in order of adoration): “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room,” “Gravity,” "I Don't Trust Myself Loving You," “Vultures,” “Bold as Love,” “Dreaming with a Broken Heart” and “I’m Gonna Find Another You.” My friend and fellow blogger MT does not understand this infatuation and reminds me every time I bring up John's name that he’s been (allegedly) spreading herpes to his womens. Well, 45 million other folks have it and go on to live happy, healthy lives! Give him some Valtrex and pass him his guitar.

Me loving John or this album is nothing new, especially when the album came out three years ago (damn was 2006 three years ago?). But last August, while on hold for a publicist at Sony Music, John’s live album Where the Light Is—Live in Los Angeles was playing and I found myself totally transported to someplace far, far away. I started singing (and y’all know I can’t sing) and my mind and body flew out the imaginary window in my enclosed office. I forgot what I was calling about, but I did ask her for a copy of the album and DVD. It came the next day and can I tell you I’ve played it about once a week, at least, every since, especially on nights when it's just me, my iPod and my Bose.

No record or artist has had this kind of hold on me in while. Perhaps it's his homage to soul without sounding like he doesn't know where it came from. Maybe it's his painfully honest lyrics: "When you're dreaming with a broken heart/the waking up is the hardest part/you roll out of bed and down on your knees/for a moment you can hardley breathe." Or maybe he sounds refreshing after a day full of hip hop and R&B. On my most played playlist, John registers four songs out of 25 and their all from Continuum. He’s my highest rated artist, before Jamiroquai and Amy Winehouse (according to iTunes, those devils). It’s kind of disheveling because it’s not like someone introduced me to John. I think I heard him on the radio when he released “Your Body Is A Wonderland” and I've followed him blindly every since. Geez, is my love for him based on commercial radio? I thought I was cooler than that. Oh well. Please enjoy John singing “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room” because you know I do. Happy Valentine's Day too.

Somewhere Over the Rockies

2009-02-04T16:28:00.003-05:00

I'm geeking out because I'm blogging from somewhere—based on my high school level geography—over the Rockies and Grand Canyon. For $13 and all the wireless service my heart can take, I've done my work, changed status twice on Facebook and caught up on some music videos. Now this is the way to pass the time on a flight from New York to L.A. How do you spend your time when you fly?

My Destiny, My Music

2009-02-02T23:13:00.005-05:00

I have a confession. As of late my blog posts have taken a back seat to my Facebook check-ins. I'm caught up with reading friends of friends you-must-not-know-about-me lists and quirky status updates. Last week a friend "tagged" me in a game of answering questions with songs from my iPod. A little eerie but ultimately fun, I wanted to share the list with you. Play the game yourself and let me know what's on your music list. Here are the rules:
1. Put your iPod (or any MP3 player) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS

1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
So Far So Good featuring Common & D'Angelo (Jay Dee)

2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Sometimes I Wonder (Jill Scott and Darius Rucker)

3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For (U2)

4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Yo (Excuse Me Miss) (Chris Brown)

5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Talk (Coldplay)

6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Believe (Raheem DeVaughan)

7) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
White Christmas (Ella Fitzgerald)

8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Diore (Belo)

9) WHAT IS 2+2?
I Meant You Know Harm (original Dreamgirls soundtrack)

10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Unknown artist/song on Kenny's House Music mix CD

11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Cheap Talk (Loose Ends)

12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Heaven (Me'Shell Negeocello and Lalah Hathaway)

13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Our House (Madness)

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Alright (Janet Jackson)

15) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Cowboy Romance (Natalie Merchant)

16) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Chicken Grease (D'Angelo)

17) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Church (Big Boi)

18) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Nasty (Janet Jackson)

19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Everybody (Anthony Hamilton)

20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Touch of Freedom featuring Joy Denalane (re: jazz)

21) HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Meu Esquema (Mundo Livre S/A)

22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
U-Haul (Angie Stone)

23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Get Down Like That-remix (Ne-Yo)

24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Haiti, Pearle Des Antilles (L'orchestre Tropicana D'Haiti)

25) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Funky for You (Jill Scott, Common and Bilal)

26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Genius Rap (Dr. Jeckel)

27) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Quicksand Millennium (The Roots)

28) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Flava in Ya Ear (Craig Mack)

29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
De Camino (Alex Cuba)

30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS NOTE AS?
Magic (Colbie Caillat)

What's your music destiny?

Just Downloaded: Nino Moschella

2009-01-27T22:20:00.004-05:00

On the suggestion of iTune’s sales pitch “listeners also bought this," I decided to blow $9.99 on an unheard of artist by the name of NINO MOSCHELLA after I bought Alice Russell's new album Pot of Gold (more on her later in the week). Not sure what I was expecting from Nino, especially when his album art consisted of his name written as if a 9-year-old had done it. Still, I was in the mood for taking chances on new music (funny how an ipod with over 4000 songs can get boring). Whoever matched up the comparison’s to my new favorite British blue-eyed soul singer Alice Russell to Nino were spot on. This guy has the sound I love all day long: retro soul with electronica beats. The earlier tracks of his 2006 debut album The Fix recall early Prince and Sly and the Family Stone, but by the second half, Nino stands rightfully on his own. If you don't believe what I'm saying, check out his NPR review here. Below is a live performance clip from his Nino's MySpace page. Whatchuthink?
NOTE: For those who are curious, Nino's album was recommended along with Stephanie McKay, Erykah Badu, Amy Winehouse, and Spanky Wilson and the Quantic Soul Orchestra.

Hello, Mr. President!

2009-01-20T08:37:00.003-05:00

What a wonderful world this will be...

Inauguration Weekend Special: My Patriotic Heart (a confession)

2009-01-19T21:46:00.003-05:00

Waking up today, on Martin L. King, Jr.'s Holiday, I felt as giddy as I normally do on New Year's Eve. On that night, all of your past aggressions, sins, and bad habits are forgiven and at midnight, you get a clean slate. On MLK's holiday, the eve of Obama's inauguration, I feel this is my time to confess my sins and start anew. About 18 years ago at a football game at Hampton University, where I was a freshman, the school band started playing “The Star Spangled Banner.” I did as I always did: I stood up and placed my right hand over my heart and began to softly sing, “O say can you see…” But my moment was interrupted when a new college friend asks incredulously, “What are you doing? Why are you standing up for this country?”

I, not firm in my patriotic beliefs and a sucker for peer pressure, acquiesced and sat down. I didn’t have the courage to tell her no matter what this country did to Black people, I still found pride in calling it home. That no matter how much I wish I knew what tribe my African ancestors came from, I do know that on both sides of my family, for at least five generations, they called the state of Texas home. And that when my family moved to Maryland, the first thing my mother did was take my brother and I to Washington D.C. to see the monuments. It was the first of many weekend treks that would become some of the best memories of my young life. Standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial, Washington Monument, White House, and the Capitol gave me great pride. (As a young girl, I hadn’t learned yet that most were built on the backs of slaves. Now, when I look at them, I’m more connected to their grandness. Read here to learn how many slaves built the Capitol.)

If that young girl asked me to today why I stand for this country, I’ll have the courage to tell her I’m a proud American. My grandfather and his brothers served in World War II; my father and brother both served in the armed forces. That while the writers of the Constitution listed me as 3/5ths of a man, I chose not to shape my existence based on their ignorance. I’ve always been 100 percent whole. I’ve lived my life based on the blood and tears that have been shed for me so I could go to school, eat and travel where I want, and live a full life, to the best of my abilities. These were their dreams for me—and you.

Inauguration Weekend Special: We Are One concert best performance pick

2009-01-18T23:34:00.004-05:00

Not being in Washington, D.C. this weekend hasn't stopped me from searching the Web for every and all things inaugural happening in my old UR-REE-A. I did take a break from 2:30-4:45 pm to watch the We Are One concert in real time. I may not have been standing there on The Mall with freezing toes, but I was just as filled with patriotism as the other 300,000 folks who gathered to celebrate our next president with the sound of music.

Through my job, I knew weeks ago who was going to be top billed at this inaugural concert. But I had no idea it would be Bettye LaVette and Jon Bon Jovi's rendition of Sam Cooke's "A Change Gonna Come" that would leave me speechless. Although they performed quite early in the line up, it was clear this powerhouse duo would leave the others playing catch up to their moving performance. After Bettye's first verse, I turned to the BF and said, "now that's a soul singer." If you missed it, I've copied it below. Out of all the We Are One performances, which one moved you the most?

Inauguration Weekend Special: Obama Drama—The Play

2009-01-18T00:54:00.006-05:00

Since I feel like I'm the last Black person on the east coast that's NOT in D.C. this weekend, I decided to make my own Obama fun here in the Big Apple. Thankfully the New York Times gave me a good place to start by recommending the Off-Broadway play Obama Drama. Walking into the 45th Street Theatre, I didn't know what to expect because if I judged a theatre by it's cover I would have turned and run. A little dingy and smelling of kerosene, I wondered if it would have been safer to hitchhike to DC. But something told me to stay, say a little prayer that the theatre didn't blow up, and enjoy the show.

Billed "a political theatrical spectacular!," Obama Drama is comprised of seven mini-plays about the life and myth of the man who would become the leader of the free world; the play was commissioned by the artistic group Creative Destruction and produced by The Tank. From the first act, "Politico Mayhem" about a video blogger obsesessed with keeping hope alive at all costs, I realized how much Barack Obama's message of change rang true to many races, not just African-Americans. Up next was the completely unexpected drama "four little girls" featuring Obama's children Sasha and Maila playing with the daughters of Malcolm and Martin (deepness). At first a comedic look at how his daughters remain children until Maila shares her own fear of her dad being slain. The rest of the performances, ranging from a musical, two plays in one and a spoken word tribute, kept my attention with great enjoyment. I forgot I was sulking about not being in DC, and instead felt the glow of Election Night all over again in the cold theatre as each performance celebrated That One.

From the program, I was moved by the following passage because it reminded me that while I'm not outside some DC club waiting for someone to check my name off a list, I have a bigger purpose to be a conduit of change. Barack and Michelle are counting on me and I can't let them down.

"So, can Barack Obama save America? We're about to find out. And we can't even wait that long. It was once said that George W. Bush's Presidency began on 9/11/01; if that's the case, then Obama's Presidency (while formerly beginning this Tuesday) began the night of Nov. 4, 2008. In a moment that might have allowed for a little gloating, a little grandstanding, President-Elect No. 44 didn't make it about him. No, he made it about the country, the next step, the future. We are finding out day-by-day, crisis-by-crisis what our new Leader of the Free World is made of. Even more so, he is challenging us to find out what we are made of."

What are you made of?

It's Official: I'm a New Yawker

2009-01-13T00:01:00.012-05:00

Just as Obama says goodbye to his Chicago roots for Washington, I, too, am cutting ties with my former home. After 13 and a half years in NY with a Maryland license, I've turned it in for a New York one. There goes my last legal tie to the state that made me love American history (Francis Scott Key wrote the "Star-Spangled Banner" from the Baltimore Harbor!) and Go-Go (Junkyard Bank say whaat!). Deep down I know it's still home. But now NYC is MY home—it's where I've made my roots and it's where, for better or worse, I've grown as a woman. Living here I'll own up to losing my temper a little more frequently than I used to and I still assume all homeless people who ask for money on the subway are drug addicts (I said for worse). However, living here as taught me to appreciate nature where ever it wishes to grow and I've adapted my subway-riding philosophy to life ("all things will come soon enough"). So in honor of my official New York status, I'd like to share the people, places and things (borrowed lovingly from bsquared) that I so love about this place called home because on earth, there's no place like it.

PEOPLE
The exes
I know things didn't work out in the long run between us but our getting-to-know-each-other drinks, birthday brunches, and after the movie dinners were great times to see the city. I don’t mean to sound selfish. In fact, some of my best memories are simply walking around Manhattan and Brooklyn looking for something to do with you. But for the record, one of my top five greatest dates was hearing Outkast perform “Bombs Over Bagdad” on the steps of Columbia University one random summer day. (Thanks for the good time WB.)

Urban Griot aka TL
If I had a vision of a real New Yorker, TL was it. Born and raised in Queens, she had the edge of a young Latifah, the style from the students on A Different World, and the heart of Clair Huxtable. We became friends during an internship and although we’re only a year a part, TL became like a big sister. I think she saw my wide-eyed notions of big city living from a mile away and knew I was a target for improper solicitations. Thank goodness God put her in my life. Her no-nonsense advice about living in NY still guides me.

Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte
I don’t know who said it but Sex and the City is my favorite "love letter to New York."

PLACES
There are too many to name, seriously. But when my day turns a nasty shade of blue, I head to the Upper West Side to find the last bit of sunshine. I start out walking at 66th and Broadway and continue on up to 96th, stopping along the way to enjoy curbside bookshops, Greek diners, quirky knick-knack stores, out-of-my-price-range boutiques and the renowned You’ve Got Mail coffee shop, Café Lalo (on 83rd bet. Broadway and Amsterdam).

THINGS
Summertime
When the heat inches past 70, this town comes alive. Everyone seems freer, calmer, saner. And there’s a ton to do, from free music concerts to street fairs to Shakespeare in the Park to people watching until dawn. The choice is really yours.

Brooklyn Bridge
Anchored in stone, this is one of New York’s greatest historic treasures. One glorious summer day I took a leisurely walk across the bridge, reading all of the plaques detailing the history of how it was made. I can’t recall one name but I remember learning many men lost their lives building that bridge. I’m thankful to them and whoever had the foresight to include a walkway.

What are the people, places or things you love about your city?

Just Downloaded: 80s pop, "Sweet Home Alabama" and more

2009-01-09T22:40:00.004-05:00

In an effort to post more regularly in O-Nine, I'm moving my "Just Downloaded" updates here. But the real bonus is that you can comment on my new songs or you can let me know what you're playing/buying. Cool?

1/9/09
Thanks to a iTunes gift card from one of my favorite L.A. writers, I could finally purchase the cart full of music I've been hoarding for weeks. My selections are all over the place:
Duran Duran: "New Moon on Monday," "The Reflex," and "View to a Kill"—my first group crush
Belinda Carlisle: "Heaven Is a Place on Earth"—a perfect Cali beach song
Queen: "Under Pressure" and "We are the Champions"—the first rock band I didn't realized I loved
Scritti Politti: "Perfect Way"—back in the day, this was my jam
Lynard Skynyrd: "Sweet Home Alabama"—my southern roots are showing
Kid Cudi: "Day 'n' Night"—call me a slave to the radio because they have this on repeat at Hot97
TV On the Radio's Dear Science—I'm taking a chance on the album after reading a review in EW

It Was All a Dream

2009-01-09T00:06:00.009-05:00

Last night I worked the premiere of Notorious, the biopic of Biggie Smalls. While interviewing folks on the red carpet, I asked them two questions: If Biggie were alive today, how would hip hop be different? and What's your favorite Biggie song? Standard questions given the event, but after each time I asked my questions, I was taken aback by how much Biggie resonated with people, especially Black men. I know his story; I read the drama of him, Lil Kim, Faith and Tupac in the pages of Vibe and The Source; I saw him perform once and couldn't believe what I was witnessing; and I remembered when he died. I didn't cry then, but watching his life unfold on screen, the tears came. I never saw him as a hero until now. One of the screenwriters, Cheo Hodari Choker, compared Biggie's raw, insightful lyricism to the brilliance of Claude Brown's Manchild in the Promised Land. It was then I realized Biggie wasn't just another hip hop star who lost his life to senseless violence. Instead, he was a beacon of light for many trying to see their way out of the darkness. Thankfully with this film, his light still shines.

What did Biggie's life mean to you?

The Year Ahead: Keep it Simple

2009-01-04T21:17:00.006-05:00

Today my friend's trash became my treasure when she gave me this simple black & white photo of two Haitian school girls by photographer George Rodger (He's a famous WWII photographer who became so scarred by war's brutal aftermath, he turned his lenses on more human interest subjects). Truth be told, my friend didn't consider her old picture garbage, she just outgrew it. I bought it home today and while I don't have space for it on my walls, it has brightened up this tiny studio already. The image reminds me of the simplicity of life. On the day of this photograph, sometime in 1950, these young girls were only concerned with getting to school. One girl leads the way, the other holds her book. Both are looking ahead. This year I hope to remember the simple things of life and how encouraging the road ahead can be. Bonne Année.

What Are You Doing New Year's?

2008-12-31T22:55:00.004-05:00

On New Year’s Eve in 2005 I paid two reis for a new life. I didn’t know what I was getting—the baina aunt swiped white powder on my chest, sprinkled holy water on my face, and waved a tree branch over my body, all the while chanting and singing. I said my own prayer too, to Jesus (just in case he didn’t approve of my new found religion). What I got, six month later, was a path I longed for and a happiness all my own.

Don’t postpone joy. That’s what the birthday invite said, when I received it a few weeks after my blessing. Don’t postpone joy—celebrating fifty years of life. I’m not fifty, or even forty, but this declaration of happiness, made me feel real old, fast. A fresh 33 (then), I thought, what’s in my life worth celebrating? Why am I postponing my joy? For a more ideal man, for more money, for a safer world to travel in, for companionship…the answers came quick, only covering up my real reason: fear of living the fabulous life God gave me. And I mean really living it. Within weeks of my self-declaration to no longer hold myself from my happiness, I did more self-growth in 10 weeks than the 10 years I had been on my own. I broke up with a guy who found it too easy to criticize me; I skipped my rent to pay for six-week intensive fitness program—and completed it (55 push ups girls!); I bought a ticket to see my favorite artist perform in his hometown—London, U.K.; and what I’ll do next, I don’t know. But if it makes me happy, best believe it’s getting done.

I wrote this declaration awhile ago, hoping it turn into a story for my job. My boss didn't "see it," but one editor, who I greatly admire beyond all others, she said those words a writer lives for from an editor: "I like it." So I've dusted it off because tonight, on New Year's Eve, it's apropos. And for '09, I feel I need that blessing again. I'm not in Salvador da Bahia to receive a proper anointing but my spirit longs for the sand underneath my feet, a summer sky above, and the warmth of a thousands bodies sambaing to the beat of African drums. If I close my eyes, I'm there, and the blessing is coming.

Happy New Year!

Gorillas and Dinosaurs Take Over Manhattan!

2008-12-21T00:20:00.006-05:00

Well, there are no real gorillas and dinosaurs in Manhattan, unless these words are used as metaphors for the aggressive behavior of New Yorkers doing their crazed I-can't-believe-it's-five-days-before-Christmas shopping. I was one of them today, clumsily kicking bags across store floors because my hands hurt from holding too many plastic bags. I almost roared with anger while in Toys 'R Us, which is located in the heart of Times Square and by my rude calculations must be the only one in 50 miles because every NYer and tourist was in there—with their kids—shopping. I did find some joy looking at their life-size T-Rex and Lego-made replica of the Empire State Building, complete with King Kong attachment. It was the one moment this afternoon I smiled like a kid, well, until I ended my own shopping frenzy with a glass of red wine. Ah, adulthood.

I'm Not Mad at 'Cha

2008-12-13T12:39:00.006-05:00

Last week I was in Atlanta for the day and stopped for lunch at Doc Green's, a mini-chain salad bar, at their urban oasis location, Atlantic Station. (I was staying at the nearby Twelve Hotel, party central for ATL's industry folk). Inside Doc Green's, I noticed this portable gas can with the sign "gas money for the crew." Hey, from what I hear about this town's bumper-to-bumper traffic and driver's still in sticker shock from last summer's high gas prices, I'm not mad at Doc employees for asking for what they need most this holiday.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

2008-12-10T18:21:00.004-05:00

My job is kicking my butt this week—and it always does before the holidays. While the rest of the world is buying gifts (well maybe not this year), the publishing world is preparing spring and early summer trends and stories for next year. Talk about a mind trip. But to keep my sanity in check in December, I keep my favorite Christmas songs in heavy rotation to make sure I don't forget the reason for the season. What are your favorite holiday jams?

"Winter Wonderland" by Ray Charles
This plays in the background in one of my favorite scenes from When Harry Met Sally

"Do They Know Its Christmas Time?" by Band Aid
An 80s pop collaboration fiesta...but with feeling

"Last Christmas" by Wham
I had a crush on George Michael from waaay back.

"Baby, It’s Cold Outside" by Ray Charles and Betty Carter
The sexiest Christmas song ever

"Silent Night" by the Temptations
Motown soul on ice

"This Christmas" by Donny Hathaway
Everybody’s favorite holiday jam

"White Christmas" by Otis Redding
I heard it million times before but after hearing it in Love Actually, I fell in love with it

"Merry Christmas, Baby" by Charles Brown
Nothing beats a bluesy Christmas

"My Favorite Things" by John Coltrane
It’s not really a holiday song but I always imagine lights and snow when I hear it

"Christmas Time Is Here" by Vince Guaraldi Trio
A childhood fave from A Charlie Brown Christmas

Nigeria's Pain

2008-12-02T00:27:00.005-05:00

While the world has been mourning with Mumbai, there was another massive tragedy happening in Nigeria over the weekend. Over 200 people were killed in Christian-Muslim riots because voters felt a local election had been rigged, according to BBC News. This news brings to life a story I read earlier this summer by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Her beautifully layered novel Half of a Yellow Sun was about the Nigerian Civil War, also known as the Biafran War, which aimed to established a republic within the country in the 1960s. Hundreds died because of the ethnic clashes between Nigeria's Hausa, Igbo and Yoruba ethnic groups. Reading today's paper, I felt as if I was re-reading Adichie's novel all over again. Please send prayers to those in Jos, Nigeria.

Prayers for Mumbai

2008-11-29T11:32:00.003-05:00

Please continue to pray for those in Mumbai as they begin to heal from these horrific terror attacks. Check these sites for updates: BBC News or Times of India.

Ducking Around

2008-11-28T10:11:00.003-05:00

'Tis the season for turkey but on my run through Central Park yesterday on Thanksgiving, I was stunned by the number of ducks waddling around. They seem very content they were spared a fate of being on someone's plate (hey, I didn't try to make that rhyme but it's kinda nice it did.)

Is Wayne Brady Gonna Have to...

2008-11-25T00:04:00.004-05:00

Bear me with for a second: I really like Wayne Brady's new album, A Long Time Coming. Surprisingly sweet and soulful, his album has moments of pure sunshine. I know most of you are rolling your eyes as you yelp "yeah right!" But just like Dave Chappelle, give Brady a chance. To be fair, his music stays in the slow lane of any Quiet Storm or Smooth Jazz radio format. But since I grew up listening to WHUR's (Howard University's station) midnight show, Brady's songs take me right back to my ninenties innoncence and to me, that's always a happy place.

New Artist I Love: Corneille

2008-11-23T11:40:00.006-05:00

On the outside looking in, my office at work looks like the aftermath of a paper tsumani, with disheveled piles of albums, DVDs, and magazines on my desk and floor. But there is one area where I have absolute order: a two-tier pile of new music CDs I'm curious to hear beyond the confines of my office. At the top of the heap is Corneille, a Rwandian-German singer who found moderate success in Canada but then enormous accolades in France and Japan (!). No doubt this dude has been all around the world, but he'll be making his U.S. debut in a few months on UniversalMotown. At first listen, Corneille sounds like he could be Seal's younger brother—both are bridging soul and pop, with a touch of Euro-African chic (appealling to their international fanbase). But since I've never been a huge fan of Seal's, I'm going to give Corneille my love. After you check out his video for "Back to Life" here, let me know if Corneille's worth your heart too.

Fallin' for Foliage

2008-11-15T23:58:00.004-05:00

My favorite season is the fall but for a long time I didn't like to say it out loud. It's almost like the other seasons would get jealous, especially spring who knows the days between Valentine's and St. Paddy's feel like forever to me. Two years ago I fell hard for fall when my BF took me on a drive up New York State's 87 thruway towards the Catskills. For two hours I saw trees bursting with every color in a fall Pottery Barn catalog. There were leaves colored tuscan red, orange and pumpkin. I bought fresh apple butter on a side road. I saw the sun set over the Hudson Valley, with its rays intensifying the fall foliage beyond beauty. I'll never be quite about my love for autumn again.
NOTE: These are pics from my trip to Washington DC last weekend.

Harlem (Election) Nights

2008-11-05T08:58:00.005-05:00

Living in Harlem, I've often wished I could go back in time to the days of Zora, Langston, and Ellington. But last night, after watching this country—my country—vote for change and elect the first African American president of the United States, I didn't want to be in any other time. Walking home from an Election Night party Uptown, I saw 125th fill with people of all races, creeds and colors, and we all shouted the same thing: OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA! Here's a look back at Harlem's greatest day and night.

On line at 134th Street to cast my vote.

After several invites to industry parties with Q-tip and MTV, I stay Uptown and head to a colleague's house on historic Mount Morris Park. Her Election Night party goodies were Barack Obama cake and Popeyes!

My president-elect Barack Hussein Obama.

A New Orleans style street party on 125th St. at the Lenox Lounge, where a second line band played through the night.

Enuf said.

Off the Beaten Path in Grand Cayman

2008-11-02T20:58:00.009-05:00

After a rainy night out at Calypso Grill in West Bay (which for the record has the best lobster bisque and sticky toffee pudding ever), we decided to find some local fare far far from the chic-chic restaurants in and around Seven Mile Beach on Grand Cayman. Our hosts took us to their favorite local eatery Vivine's Kit Hen on Queen's Highway in East End. Driving along the highway—which is more like a two lane road than a thoroughfare—you might miss the nondescript house, situated on a small hill overlooking the Caribbean sea. Vivine's Kit Hen is a house-turned-restaurant with picnic tables and benches posing as outside dining tables. But with the unobstructed view and sea breeze off the water, I don't care too much when rainwater from a makeshift tent drips down my back as I order. The menu, written on a white easel board, announces we're too late for the Caymanian beef, which is the restaurant's delicacy. Instead, our party opts for fried lobster (just okay) and conch (unbelievably good), served with rice & beans, mixed vegetables, plantains, and mac & cheese. Later we tried cassava cake, which tastes a little like banana bread but gummier. Clearly this place is a local fave, as folks come in steadily getting take out, but it's also worth a trek for tourists, as a rental car is parked next to ours.

After lunch, we head northeast to Rum's Point, which sits at the northern tip of Grand Cayman's horseshoe shape. It's here Caymanians come to get away, savoring their Caribbean sunset without the influx of American accents and attitude. Within steps we find a beachside bar and order drinks, with me salivating for an authentic rum punch. Once my drink is in hand, we head out on the dock and take a seat as nature says its daily goodnight.

Cayman Islands Update

2008-11-02T01:07:00.003-04:00

My Grand Cayman island trip budget is completely blown. In fact, I'll need a second job to pay down things I've charged. Hey, you can't come to the richest island in the Caribbean and not go to the Ritz-Carlton and have a cocktail or two, right? At least I didn't try to by a condo there.

A Taste of Cuba in Miami Airport

2008-10-31T11:03:00.009-04:00

With two hours to kill in Miami airport and halfway full, we went strolling around the terminal looking for a good snack instead of sitting at the gate hoping time miraculously flew by. No one really likes airport food, but La Carreta Cuban Cuisine in terminal E is worth a flight alone to South Beach. We didn't get a chance to try any rice and beans and deep fried pork chunks, but we did gulp down a cup of their cafe con leche. Served in an unsuspecting styrofoam cup, the perfectly blended coffee, hot milk and sugar, put me in the clouds before I left the ground.

Cayman on a Budget? Yes I Can!

2008-10-29T23:35:00.006-04:00

In a few hours, me and my beau are heading to the Cayman Islands (well actually we're only going to one of them but everyone seems to reference them in the plural). I'm quite excited because I've heard only fabulous things about this British terriority but I'm quite terrified at how much a few days in paradise will cost. Even Fodors.com advises that bargains are hard to find here. Geez. It looks like I'll have a challenge not to blow my $300 budget, but I'm up for the task. Check back to see how I do.

P.S. My Barack Obama shirt FINALLY arrived after I ordered it in September on BarackObama.com. I refused to buy any of the bootleg ones but that's cost me showing my support. I've got six days to make it up. Don't forget to vote November 4th!

Deep in Heart of NYC I Found Texas

2008-10-26T22:46:00.005-04:00

My family's roots run deep in Texas. I'm talking about both sides, for at least four generations, from Witchia Falls to Bastrop. I lived there too, in Ft. Worth's Stop Six area, from age of 2 to 11 until my folks moved to Maryland. Although I spent most of my growing pain years on the east coast I remember quite a bit about Texas because it's there I fell in love with BBQ, Big Red, and Blue Bell ice cream. Lucky for me now I don't travel further than 26th Street in NYC to get these down home tastes. Hill Country BBQ, at 30 W. 26th St., is right in the heart of Manhattan and on Saturday I took my momma, great aunt and cousin there to celebrate my mom's birthday. Sure, it wasn't a fancy-samsy place for a b-day dinner but for us Texans good BBQ trumps fancy food anytime. I won't try to eloquently describe the food, I'll leave that for my favorite Lone Star State blogger Homesick Texan, but know that my great aunt hates any food besides her own and she ate her pork ribs, corn pudding and cool cucumber salad like she cooked it herself. For me, it's all about having a scoop of Blue Bell north of the Mason Dixon. Blue Bell is agruably the best tasting ice cream ever. Say what you will about Haagen-Dazs or Turkey Hill, Blue Bell tastes as if it was made from heaven. It's so addictive, folks can have it shipped for $119 a gallon. (I'm just saying I don't see Haagen-Dazs or Breyer's in that much of a demand outside of C-Town.)

What's your favorite childhood food?

Prayers to Jennifer Hudson

2008-10-24T22:07:00.004-04:00

Mizik*Voyage sends its sincerest prayers to Jennifer Hudson and her family.

From the Chicago Tribune...

Actress Jennifer Hudson relatives slain; child missing

The mother and brother of Oscar-winning actress Jennifer Hudson were found slain today in a South Side home, according to officials and a publicist for Hudson.

The personal publicist of Jennifer Hudson said Chicago police are investigating the deaths of the actress' mother and brother. Lisa Kasteler said Friday that no further comment will be made about the deaths of Darnell Donnerson and Jason Hudson.

The Cook County medical examiner's office identified the two victims as Darnell Hudson, 57, and Jason Hudson, 29, both of the same residence in the 7000 block of South Yale Avenue.

According to public records, the home is owned by Darnell Donnerson, Jennifer Hudson's mother.

A Chicago police spokeswoman also said a 7-year-old boy was reported missing. Police identified him as Julian King (right), and said he is believed to be the grandson of the dead woman. He is 5-foot tall, weighs 135 pounds, with brown eyes and black hair. An Amber Alert has been issued for the missing boy.

The police said that they are searching for a William Balfour as a suspect in the double homicide. They said he is considered to be armed and dangerous, and may be driving a white 1994 Chevrolet Suburban with Illinois license plate No. X584859 or a teal/green Chrysler Concord four-door with a left front headlight hanging out that is scratched all along its left side. The Chrysler is displaying temporary tags of 332K823.

While police identify Balfour as a suspect in the Amber Alert, he has not been charged.

Public records list one of Balfour's previous addresses as Donnerson's home.

Court records show Balfour (left) pleaded guilty in 1999 to attempted murder and vehicular hijacking. He also was convicted in a 1998 case of possession of a stolen motor vehicle, the records show.

The missing boy may be in the vehicle. According to a source, the actress' sister reported the boy missing from the home.
Public records indicate the Suburban is registered to Jason Hudson, who neighbors and the publicist said is Jennifer Hudson's brother.

Jennifer Hudson is not injured, her bodyguard told the Tribune before referring all questions to the publicist.

Some family members confirmed the reports from the publicist and the medical examiner's office, saying they have all been told that the victims are Jennifer Hudson's mother, Darnell Donnerson, and the singer's brother Jason.

"It's just a surprise for us," said Krystle Evans, whose uncle is related Darnell Donnerson. "The family is overwhelmed."

The medical examiner's office said autopsies were pending.

At least one of the victims had defensive wounds, according to police.

Police have not released the identities of the slain.

Wentworth Area Deputy Chief of Patrol Joseph Patterson held a brief news conference near the scene this evening.

The 7-year-old who is missing is believed to be the dead woman's grandson, Patterson said.
Neighbors reported hearing gunshots earlier this morning, around 9 a.m. There were no signs of forced entry to the home.

He said at about 3 p.m. a family member found another family member fatally shot in the home in the 7000 block of South Yale Avenue (map).

The family member notified police, and when police arrived, they found a second victim. The first victim was a woman found on the living-room floor with a fatal gunshot wound. The second victim was a man found in a bedroom, also with a fatal gunshot wound.

Chicago Police spokeswoman Monique Bond ealier said the shooting was believed to be related to a domestic disturbance. Bond stressed that this was preliminary information.

Police tape blocks access to the large, white house, where a crowd has gathered outside.

In 2007, Hudson won an Academy Award for best supporting actress in her role as Effie White in the film "Dreamgirls."

New Artist Alert: Asa/MOBO winners

2008-10-22T00:14:00.005-04:00

London’s MOBO Awards were held last week. I know I'm late, please forgive me, but lately my attention has been focused on three things: Barack, home ownership and work. The MOBOs (Music of Black Origin) are our equivalent to the BET Awards but wwwaaayyy better (and this is based on nothing since I've never seen the MOBOs but anything's better than the BET Awards, right?). I didn't know who was nominated but I did learn about one nominee, a Nigerian singer named Asa (pronounced Asha) when her album came across my desk yesterday. Born in Paris but reared in Lagos, Asa’s music is the complete opposite of Nigerian high-life. Clearly she’s been influenced by the likes of Tracy Chapman, Sade, Bob Marley and Bebel Gilberto. She sings slow and steady, her voice painting the lyrics in the air. At the MOBO, Asa lost the Best African Act to 9ice but next month she’s up for Best Female Act and Artist of the Year at the MTV Africa Music Awards. Just like Barack, she’s got my vote.

MOBO’s 2008 winners
Best UK - Female Estelle
Best UK - Male Dizzee Rascal
Best UK - Newcomer Chipmunk
Best International Act - Chris Brown
Best Reggae - Mavado
Best Jazz - YolanDa Brown
Best Gospel - Jahaziel
Best African Act - 9ice
Best song American Boy - Estelle
Best R&B/Soul - Chris Brown
Best Hip Hop - Lil' Wayne
Best Video Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis
Best Album Spirit - Leona Lewis
Best Radio DJ - Trevor Nelson
Best Club DJ - Tim Westwood
Lifetime Achievement - Motown
BeMOBO - Ricky McCalla

24hrs on Peachtree St.

2008-10-14T09:23:00.017-04:00

Two weeks ago I had to go to Atlanta for work. Sure I only went down to cover Tyler Perry's studio opening (which is kinda sweet), I literally spent 24 hours in the A (not so sweet—I didn’t taste one biscuit!).

I had three major errands to run before heading to the event: buy a black long formal dress (I brought my short one but my southern momma warned me not to step a foot inside the party with anything above my ankles); get a mani/pedi (I wish I had the supergirl gene to do this regularly); and fresh batteries for my tape recorder (I do have the gene to be overprepared for red carpet interviews). My first 12 hours went something like this:
11:04 am Land at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport
11:52 am Check-in at Hotel Indigo, a sea-inspired boutique hotel on Peachtree St.
12:15 pm Hail a cab to Lenox Square Mall (my cousin directs me to Macy's for the best selection of dresses for last-minute-purchasing prices)
1:20 pm Hail a cab back to Hotel Indigo (celebrity sighting: Rockmond Dunbar waiting for valet)
1:41 pm Hang up dress in room
1:53 pm Speed walk along Peachtree for a nail salon
2:20 pm FINALLY spot Nail Dynasty
3:25 pm Back at hotel to rest, wash, and dress
5:10 pm Head to event
1:16 am (next day) Back in room, attempted to post but fell asleep within 15 minutes of sitting on the bed
12:20 pm Flight back to NYC

Even with all my rippin’ and runnin’, I was able to appreciate the little bit of Atlanta I saw, which was the 680-800 block of Peachtree St. Here’s what caught my eye:

In 1939, the premiere party of Gone with the Wind was held at the Georgian Terrace Hotel

Georgian Terrace Hotel and the Fox Theatre are the oldest buildings in midtown Atlanta, both built in the 1920s (at least this is what a bellman tells me in the lobby)

Along the way, I saw some appealing sidewalk cafes worth suggesting to friends for dinner and drinks

Eno a sophisticated, casual wine bar

Gold Star Cafe & Bakery was one of three cafes nestled behind a T Mobile store.

What I loved most was this huge chair in the lobby of my hotel. While I had my egg white omelet sandwich and Starbucks on one side of the chair, I was able to use my computer on the other. The genius here was not worrying about accidentally spilling my coffee on my keyboard (a nagging fear due to my clumsiness).

VH1 Hip Honors Spoiler Alert

2008-10-03T00:14:00.006-04:00

So I have no pictures to illustrate the genius of this moment, BUT at tonight's taping of VH1 Hip Hop Honors salute to Cypress Hill, Too $hort, Naughty by Nature, De La Soul and Slick Rick, Ghostface Killah and Biz Markie KILLED IT. The duo performed during the Slick Rick tribute. They came on after Busta Rhymes—who won much props for dressing up as Slick Rick circa '89, in powder blue highwaters, vest, and matching eye patch—did his interpretation of "The Show." Then the undeniable intro of "La Di Da Di" filled the Hammerstein Ballroom and out came Ghostface in all his Wu Tang glory spitting the first few bars, while Biz Markie provided the beat box. To say folks lost their minds is an understatement. They went ballistic. And that wasn't the only highlight! Eve's "Mona Lisa" rendition reminded everyone the female MC is not dead. But my personal moment, when I gave thanks to God for my job, was seeing De La Soul take the stage for their honor. Growing up, I thought I was down more with Tribe, but tonight I realized I heart De La forever, for always, for love.

Magic Moments with Robin Thicke

2008-10-01T14:32:00.004-04:00

Last night bsquared and I went to Robin Thicke's album release party. I was amped to go because of two things: it was at the Rainbow Room, which is 65 floors above Manhattan (I love looking at the city from up high) and it was sponsored by Target, my favorite store for everything (I can't wait until I'm a suburban mom because it'll be justified why I'm smiling pushing my red cart through the store). But then something odd started happening...folks started dancing! Like real live movement to the music. Can you believe it? At an industry party? This NEVER happens, but thanks to DJ Cassidy, these highrollers, industry snobs and wannabes let the beat hit 'em—hard. I let loose myself and spilled my Belini all over my tharjae blouse, but who cares? Michael Jackson was on and I had to get down.

I've Found an Angel

2008-09-28T18:27:00.002-04:00

In NYC, it’s a grey, misty fall day, the perfect weather for listening to moody, stripped-down songs about boys who say they love you but you know they don’t--even if you're not in those relationships. I found the perfect singer to complement my mood: Angel Taylor. Listening to her you think she’s another Ingrid Michaelson or Colbie Caillat; her voice has those same youthful peaks but there’s unmistakable soul in each lyric she delivers. Angel's songs are simple but not elementary: “You hardly colored me in/and I’m trying to be the brightest green/ so please don’t overlook me/but only green can shine so bright/without Miss Yellow stealing the spotlight” (from "It'll Be Allright"). A little quirky, but days like this calls for quirky. Hear her song "Chai Tea Latte" below.

Why I Give

2008-09-25T23:24:00.004-04:00

As a blogger and wannabe graphic designer, I often go trolling on other sites to see what design elements I can "borrow" for mizik*voyage. Reading VB's Food Lovers Like Me blog, I saw she had a nifty widget announcing she's a global giver. I liked the message and astethic. I went to get my own and chose a quote from Anne Frank—"No one has ever become poor from giving." It reminded me that for a long time I didn't contribute to charities because I really believed I couldn't afford it. But a few years ago, I attended the MTV screening of India.Arie's Kenyan trip to visit women living with H.I.V. Something about listening to India speak about seeing hundreds of disadvantaged women and kids and feeling helpless because she couldn't help them all had a strong impact on me. I finally had the urgency to donate consistently instead of random purchases of Ethos water at Starbucks. I realized even a little support could help someone, somewhere, and it'll take all of us to make a difference.I signed up for automatic payments to Keep A Child Alive, a non-profit organization that provides H.I.V. medications to children in Africa. I didn't worry about how much of my donation was going to admin, or if those children in South Africa really got their medicine. I simply saw my new bill as a blessing. I was doing my part for the larger good and not once did I feel broke for doing it. Only recently did I suspend payments because I'm saving for a house, but once I'm used to paying a mortgage, I'll be listing Keep A Child Alive right next to my cell phone and cable bill. I'm a global giver, are you?

Uptown, Uptown

2008-09-23T00:04:00.007-04:00

For the 13 years I've been living in New York, I've regretted passing up a studio in Brooklyn’s Ft. Greene neighborhood for the Harlem rental I’ve called home for many, many years. Looking back, I didn’t miss so much the Lafayette Ave apartment because of space but for the chance to live in “The Mecca.” Brooklyn had everything I was into at 22: poetry at Brooklyn Moon café, shopping at Spike’s Joint on DeKalb, and drinks at Buttercup lounge. But as I’ve gotten older, riding an hour to get my BK fix isn’t as appealing as it once was. Lucky for me—and me now being a bougie urban professional who loves greasy chicken & waffles just as much as her soy latte—I no longer have to go past 110th Street for rustic cafés and quaint coffee houses.

Near Fairway’s Harlem market, we have our own little meatpacking district along 12th Ave, from 133rd St. to 135th St. Since last spring, three new restaurants and an after hours lounge have popped up, respectively Hudson River Café, Talay Thai-Latin, Covo, and Body Restaurant and Lounge. I decided to try Covo, the trattoria pizzeria, for brunch. Immediately I was drawn to their outside seating with beach umbrellas. Sitting there, I started my Sunday with the must-have morning cocktail: mimosa. By the time my organic (!) eggs and bacon finally arrived, I didn’t care so much about the blandness of my food or that the bacon had been cooked hours before. And for the price, $14.95, which included a drink, coffee, entrée, and bacon or sausage, I wasn’t going to complain. The joy of being within walking distant of my house was enough of a reason to have another mimosa.

Yes, You Can Help Haiti

2008-09-13T23:19:00.005-04:00

If you've been following mizik*voyage, you know I'm partial in profiling Haiti and all its unheralded beauty. In recent weeks, my beloved island has been hit by four hurricanes, with Gustav, Hannah, and Ike causing the most damage. Millions of people are homeless, hungry and without hope. The original idea of this post was listing churches and non-profits collecting non-perishable items for those Haitians who are displaced. But after a little research and speaking with Haitian-bred friends, getting much-needed goods to Haiti takes something like a miracle than mailing a package. Read here this Miami Herald article detailing the ease it takes shipping aid to Cuba vs. Haiti (for those who want the short story: it takes 5 days in Cuba and 5 weeks in Haiti).

However, I know what it feels like to want to DO SOMETHING. So I've listed links to Wyclef Jean's Yéle site, which is accepting donations for its Haiti Storm Relief Fund and the Miami Herald provides an email address to learn about "hassle-free delivery of aid" to Haiti by emailing cyclone@mefhaiti.gouv.ht.

There's one more thing we can do, please pray for Haiti. Peace.

Absolute Beginnings

2008-09-08T11:30:00.004-04:00

I wish I could begin every day like this: waking up in a big old king bed, with a million thread cotton sheets. Throw on a bathing suit and head down to my own private beach. I would contemplate and pray as the waves hit the sand, one after the other until I'm still enough to hear the sea call me to its waters. Eventually I'll walk to the water's edge, digging each toe in the wet sand. I'll ease into the sea that's not quite warmed up from the morning sun. But that's okay. I'll finally take the plunge, submerging myself completely. I wish all my morning baths could start this way.

Welcome to St. Lucia

2008-09-04T21:23:00.004-04:00

Landing in St. Lucia, I didn't have too many expectations. You've flown into one Caribbean isle, you've flown into them all. But after driving through lush banana plantation fields, with peaks of azure sea around every mountain curve, I saw something completely unexpected as we entered Castries, St. Lucia's busy northern village. A muted rainbow hung in the sky as if whispering "welcome to my island." Come on! Only come-back-to-Jamaica commercials have rainbows in them! I felt I was being punked by the island's tourism board. But when no secret cameras came rushing out to capture my childish amazement, I took in the moment and smiled. I'm going to have a good mini-break.

Unfortunate Disclosure: In a rush of pre-packing, I forgot the cord for my camera, so I won't be able to post MY photos until I'm stateside. This pic I took from the Web.

Carnival!!!

2008-09-01T12:23:00.005-04:00

At this very moment in Brooklyn, miles and miles of Eastern Parkway are filled with folks whining and waving Caribbean flags in celebration of carnival, known officially as the West Indian American Day Parade. I've talked about waiting all year for the West Indian Day parade but this year priorities don't allow time for me to go and jump up in BK (sad face). Instead, I plan to whine with some rum punch later this week in St. Lucia at my friend KT's wedding (that's a good compromise, right?). But in the true spirit of "kanaval," here's a clip of my favorite Haitian artist Sweet Mickey singing his carnival song from last year. Sak passe!

Team Solange

2008-08-29T10:27:00.003-04:00

Say you want about Beyoncé's second-rate sis, this girl's got gumption. Quote of the day, "Love me or leave me alone." I love ya girl.

Get (Me) on the Bus

2008-08-27T22:27:00.007-04:00

For several years, I took the bus to see my mom, brother and nieces who live just four hours away in D.C. Then I got promoted and I felt I should step up my travel game. So long Peter Pan, hello Amtrak. While I had the money for a $168 train ticket, I always winced as I typed in my credit card. That's a lot of money for a two day trip and it still takes me four hours. I considered booking a shuttle flight once but the time and effort to get to, through and from the airport didn’t make sense.

Today, I'm in a different state of mind. I'm looking into real estate and I'm saving all my pennies for a down payment. But I still need to see my fam. So last weekend I took a deep breath and looked into Megabus, a relatively new coach line that boldly advertises "from $1*" on its bright blue, double decker buses. A dolla? Really? Of course that little asterik means “don’t be crazy, your first trip with us won’t be a dollar.” That’s fine because my roundtrip fare topped at $40.50, a little more than a Chinatown bus and a whole lot less hassle. Megabus doesn’t have a freestanding depot, but leaving from outside of Penn Station gives me much relief. I’m not searching aimlessly through Port Authority, which for the record is my least favorite place in NYC. I can't stand the smell, the shops, and the stankiness. (Yeah, I'm bougie.)

On the bus, I took advantage of the facing seats with a table—excellent option for napping. No one was loud talking and the bus and seats were pretty clean (although the seat’s fabric made me itch). Riding back from D.C. I discovered their competitor, Bolt Bus, which provides express service from D.C. to NYC, leather seats, more legroom, and free wi-fi while you ride. I’m anxious to try them next month. To become a homeowner, these two discounted luxury coaches are worth it.

Baaadasss Airport: Isaac Hayes International

2008-08-21T08:51:00.004-04:00

Jaunted.com is reporting a Tennessee rep has proposed to rename Memphis' airport in honor of its longtime resident and icon, Isaac Hayes, who died unexpectedly on August 10. All those in favor say, hellmuthaf**kinyeah! That was a baaaaaaad man.

Shut Yo Mouth! Issaac Hayes to be honored with an airport. (Source: jaunted.com)

Santogold is a Star

2008-08-21T00:48:00.003-04:00

I saw her "Lights Out" video first on Kanye West's blog, so I'm sharing the love of all things Santogold. This song takes me back to the hey-day of the Go-Gos, when my life's priorities were matching neon leggings with my rubber bracelets, instead of budgeting for a down payment by cutting back on dinners and drinks. Ah, the good ole days.

The "Everybody" Video Nobody Is Talking About

2008-08-15T23:27:00.004-04:00

Am I late on this? Or am I the only one who was impressed? I knew Fonsworth Bentley (Puffy's former manservant) was putting out an album and I proceeded to roll my eyes in my head at the thought of another hypeman who's secured a record deal. But then I caught his video for "Everybody" and well, let me just say, I've rethought my position on hypeman who get record deals. Now, I'm not delusional, Andre 3000 and Kanye are what give this video it's fire, but who ever thought of the C.O.L.O.U.R.S.—cool, outrageous lovers of uniquely raw style—is my hero.

August in New York

2008-08-11T01:10:00.005-04:00

Before we know it, New Yorkers will be playing mas on Eastern Parkway on Labor Day (I'm repping Ayiti!). But while the summer's still here, check out what's free and good around the city this month.

August 11
JILL SCOTT & ESTELLE
7:30 pm
BROOKLYN Wingate Field (Rutland Rd, Winthrop St)

August 13
SLICK RICK
7:30 pm
HARLEM Jackie Robinson Park (147th & Bradhurst)

August 14

Cabaret
Movies with a View series

Brooklyn's Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park

A little Broadway under the Brooklyn Bridge

August 14
MAIN INGREDIENT feat CUBA GOODING SR
7:30 pm
QUEENS Springfield Park

August 14
BIG DADDY KANE
7:30 pm
HARLEM Marcus Garvey Park (124th Street & Mt. Morris Park)

August 17

Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings, Menahan Street Band, and Naomi Shelton and the Gospel Queens
Central Park SummerStage
E. 72nd Street

August 18
BERRES HAMMOND, THE MIGHTY SPARROW, BUNJI GARLIN & ASYLUM
7:30 pm
BROOKLYN Wingate Field (Rutland Rd, Winthrop St)

August 18

Superman

Bryant Park Summer Film Festival

The lawn of Bryant Park (40th and 6th Avenue)

August 20
DONALD LAWRENCE, DEWAYNE WOODS, THE MURRILLS
7:30 pm
MANHATTAN Jackie Robinson Park (147th & Bradhurst)

August 21
RASHAAN PATTERSON & LIZZ FIELDS
7:30 pm
HARLEM Marcus Garvey Park (124th Street & Mt. Morris Park)

August 20

The Blues Brothers
Hudson River Park series/Wednesdays for grown ups
Pier 54 at W. 14th @ dusk

August 23
CHARLIE PARKER JAZZ FESTIVAL
3pm
HARLEM
Marcus Garvey Park (124th Street & Mt. Morris Park)

August 24

Blues and BBQ Festival
Hudson River Park series
Pier 54 at W. 14th @ 6 pm

August 25
PATTI LABELLE
7:30 pm FREE!
BROOKLYN Wingate Field (Rutland Rd, Winthrop St)

August 28

The Shining
Movies with a View series

Brooklyn's Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park

Guess What I Got? :O)

2008-08-09T21:53:00.003-04:00

I know I'm like the last person on earth to get this, but I don't care. I'm siked! It's taking everything in me not to buy every song on iTunes so I can fill this bad boy up. But then my checkbook shakes the sh*t out of me. Fine... (But I did get the video for Jay-Z and Pharrell's "I Know" with Zoe Kravitz. It's an old song but I still like it.)

R.I.P. Bernie Mac

2008-08-09T12:35:00.004-04:00

Comedian Bernie Mac, 50, died this morning in Chicago due to complications from pneumonia. May his soul rest in peace. Here's my favorite Bernie Mac joke, from The Original Kings of Comedy

"I had a white guy tell me... he said, "Bern, why do black folks use the word 'mother-fucker?'" Let me break it down, what the word "mother-fucker" actually means. "Mother-fucker" is a word that black folks have been using for years. It's about expression. Don't be ashamed of the word "mother-fucker." Because "mother-fucker" is a noun: It describes a person, place or thing."

"When you're listening to one of our conversations you might here the word MOTHER FUCKER about 32 times. Don't be afraid of the word MOTHER FUCKER... Imma break it down to ya... If you're out there this afternoon and you see like 3 or 4 brothers talkin', you might hear a conversation and it goes like this: You seen that MOTHER FUCKIN' Bobby? That MOTHER FUCKER owes me $35 MOTHER FUCKEN dollars! He told me he gone pay my MOTHER FUCKEN money last MOTHER FUCKEN week. I aint seen this MOTHER FUCKER yet. I called the MOTHER FUCKER fo' MOTHER FUCKEN times... but the MOTHER FUCKER wont call me back. I called his MOTHER FUCKEN momma the other MOTHER FUCKEN day... she gonna play like the MOTHER FUCKER wasn't there. I started to cuss her MOTHER FUCKEN ass out, but I don't want no MOTHER FUCKEN trouble. But I'll tell ya one MOTHER FUCKEN thang... the next time I see this MOTHER FUCKER... and he don't have my MOTHER FUCKEN money... I'm gonna bust - his - MOTHER FUCKEN head! And I'm OUT this MOTHA FUCKA!

Hip Hop, the Love of My Life

2008-08-05T04:51:00.003-04:00

As I've said before, I don't profess at being prolific when expressing the genius of beats, rhymes and life. To be brutally honest and simplistic: some of it I get, some of it I don't. But since it's the music of my youth, there's a great majority of hip hop—circa 1984-1999—I absolutely adore. Play "Passin' Me By" at a party and you'd swear I grew up in Cal-ee-forn-yah-ya. I'll spit the first verse of "Peter Piper" as if I'm on stage at the Apollo. And don't, please don't, let "Scenario" come on. I lose my f*ckin mind, yo. (For the record, me and RT got kicked out of a club in L.E.S. because of Tribe. Good times.) So when Cooper said she'd give me a ride to Sunday's Rock the Bells show at Jones Beach in Long Island, I knew I'd be in my little hip hop heaven. I won't go into too many details because a) it's 5:06 am as I'm writing this and my insomnia is fading away fast; b) it's a story in itself how I was about to miss the show but I'm glad I was able to help out bsquared and AM; and c) it'd take forever to write all my thoughts and feelings about seeing surprise performances by Biz Markie, Keith Murray, Dres from Black Sheep, EMPD, Talib Kweli, Slick Rick and OMG, J-A-Y-Z!!!!!!! But even these guys couldn't match up to my true loves, for my heart forever belongs to De La Soul and Tribe.

Mid-day Music Confession

2008-07-31T14:34:00.005-04:00

When it comes to reviewing music for my day job, there are plenty of artists I can’t cover, not matter how good or popular, because they’re considered “off brand.” Fine, I get it and agree with our policy given the dog-leash antics, T&A videos and “I don’t do dark butts” statements from hip hop artists who get all-day radio and video play (check out Ak's post on Yung Berg's idiotic comment). Lil Wayne is one such artist who doesn’t quite fit into our mag's mix. But can I tell y’all I can’t stop listening to this man’s CD???? OMG. It’s sick! (yes, bsquared I’m talking your slang). I kinda begged his label to send me a copy and I’m guessing based on where I work, they sent me the edited version. I’m seriously considering downloading the explicit tracks because I want to hear all Weezy has to say. When it comes to reviewing hip hop, I won’t even try it because I’m far from an expert. But the songs I love and I think are just brilliant are "Mr. Carter" (with the all mighty Jay-Z), "Comfortable" (with Babyface, yes, Babyface), "A Milli" (don’t let me hear this in the club, I love how he jumbles his lyrics), "La La" (with Brisco & Busta) and the Hurricane Katrina inspired "Tie My Hands" (with Robin Thicke).

For the record, I still can’t get pass those tattoos on Weezy's eyes. I only wonder what they'll look like when he's 70.

Vegas Sham-gas

2008-07-29T08:58:00.009-04:00

When my family planned a weekend reunion in Vegas, I thought two things: I can’t get tipsy in front of Big Momma and I can see the Strip like a true tourist. I kept the first part of my commitment. After a night of private partying with celebs and NBA ballers at Planet Hollywood, my grandmother never saw me standing on the club’s sofa when “Doing the Da Butt” came on. But the next day, with almost 10 hours before my red-eye flight, I was anxious to see the city in all its daylight glory.

I walked out of the Flamingo Hotel with my tennis shoes tied tight and a goal: go to the top of the fake Eiffel tower,

walk down to Mandalay Bay and back. But after a half-block in 105-degree heat, I ducked inside Miracle Mile Mall, bought a hat and walked briskly to the Paris Hotel to see the city with a view. At the top, the heat became unbearable. Sweaty and sleepy, I went back to my room for an air-conditioned nap. Three hours later, the thrill of Vegas was gone but the thought of spending eight hours in a room was worse. So I did what so many girls have to do from time-to-time: find some energy, put on some lip-gloss and walk out the door with a mission.

First I walked over to Caesar’s Palace; out my window I never knew they had made a replica Coliseum. But the thought of smelling/seeing another casino full of folks with beer bellies and bad dye jobs made me want to vomit. I headed to the Bellagio to live out my Ocean’s Eleven fantasy. But walking through the mini mall with high-end stores like Fendi, Prada, YSL, Tiffany, and Christian Dior with the same folks with beer bellies and bad dye jobs made me want to scream.

I continued my way down the Strip and texted my friend Omari to tell him how much I hated this place.
Me: Why is Vegas only fun at night?
Omari: LOL…cuz its hot as shit during the day and debauchery is a dish best served at night.

He’s right. At Saturday’s night party at Koi I felt like Carrie Bradshaw, dancing the night away in my cute purple stain shoes, drinking endless glasses of champagne. On Sunday afternoon, I felt like Roseanne Barr, wearing sneakers, a visor and drinking a big gulp of water.

So instead of fighting against the forces around me, I embraced my inner all-American girl, and started to look at Vegas like Manhattan and take my own bit out of it. Once I changed my perspective, I realized I could see the world in a day. I saw a Sphinx at the Luxor;

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Paris and her Arc de Triumphe; the sun setting over New York, New York and even caught a glimpse of the Emerald City. But my favorite treat was the fountains at the Bellagio because by the time I saw the famous nighttime water show, it was time to check in.

Viva Las Vegas.

Fantastic Voyages

2008-07-24T00:27:00.004-04:00

Today, the last 10 years of my traveling life went by in a flash. Having to mail in my passport for renewal was like ripping out my heart. Me and that little blue book had been through so much: nearly missed flights, language barriers and cheap hotels. I know a new one is coming and it will give me a new decade of travel. But before I move on, I’ll remember the good times:

August 1, 1998: Barbados via Canada
My friend NT worked for Air Canada and for our first journey, she took our high school crew to Barbados. What I saw along the way: Caribana in Toronto, a night in Montreal and Bajan carnival Crop Over.

August 8, 1998: Republic of Trinidad & Tobago
We were only going to be there for six hours while changing flights, but I asked for a stamp in my passport any way. Clearly I was pressed.

October 24, 1998: Flughafen Munchen (Germany) and Paris
While RT was working at German GQ, me and our homeboy Omari flew over for a visit. Best memory: Almost getting lost when Omari, Mr.-I-need-to-rent-a-car-and-drive-on-the-Autobahn, kept passing the exit signs that read "Munchen" not realizing it’s German for Munich.

March 1, 2002: Hawaii via Canada
Yeah, it’s a cheat because Hawaii is a state but when you have to go through Toronto, it gets a stamp in my book. And yes, the pineapples are A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.

December 27, 2002: Heathrow
The day before my 30th birthday, I arrive in London, giving myself the ultimate birthday gift. Funny the Queen didn’t meet me and my cousin at airport…

December 31, 2003: Heathrow
New Year’s Eve in U.K.? Bloody brilliant!

September 2, 2004: Rome via Charles de Galle
Ciao bella. I’m Italian for two weeks. Best memory: Walking through the streets of Bagnoregio in Tuscany. Biggest regret: Not buying an Etruscan gold coin ring.

December 30, 2005: Brasil
Flying business class to Sao Paulo, priceless. Sitting in Sao Paulo’s airport for 10 hours, not understanding Portuguese, and witnessing a gun fight while waiting for our connecting flight to Bahia? Someone get me the hell out of here.

July 23, 2006: Heathrow
Back in Britian. Solo trip. Jamiroquai. Jane Austen Museum. Top Shop. English countryside… best. week. ever.

January 13, 2007: Port-au-Prince, Haiti
Most unexpected trip. Best memory: Realizing it was a Monday and while I was in swimming in an ocean with only five other people, my coworkers were in a production meeting.

May 24, 2007: Port-au-Prince, Haiti
Oui, I’m back but this time for the love of music. Best memory: Seeing Stephan and Damien Marley at the Jacmel Music Festival.

October 20, 2007: Port-au-Prince
This time I went for love. MYM.

November 15, 2007: Kotoka Int’l Airport in Accra, Ghana
Black history moment: I’m the first person in my family to see Africa.

March 14, 2008: Port-au-Prince, Haiti
Visiting the BF, who had been there for four months running his business, we took a trip to the north coast

April 24, 2008: Republic of Trinidad & Tobago
Again, I’m only in Trinidad for a few hours before being whisked away to Tobago. Perhaps I’m not meant to experience Trinidad for more than 12 hours?

2008-2018 Travel Predications
St. Lucia, Greece, Amalfi Coast, Morroco, Amsterdam, Mali, New Zealand, Kenya, Ireland, Ethiopia, Seychelles, more Brasil, more London.

You Know Your 18-year-old Godson Is Visiting When...

2008-07-20T13:03:00.002-04:00

You know your 18-year-old godson is visiting when:

• His cell phone rings more than yours and there’s a ringtone for each call
• He has 157 unread (!) text messages
• He plays Chris Brown at full blast while he takes a shower (can he hear it with the water running?)
• He drinks three glasses of iced tea at BBQ’s and he's still thirsty
• He tells you that he doesn’t want to be “that old” when he has a kid when you, his 35-year-old godmother, mention waiting to have children until your thirties.

When Ya Gotta Eat

2008-07-14T00:55:00.005-04:00

The night is late here in NYC. I’ve spent the last five or so hours cleaning, washing, cooking (well cutting up vegetables for a salad but it was a hearty meal!). Now I’m using the last bit of today’s energy to update y’all with my travels since its been awhile since my last post. For weeks I had been preparing for an important work event in New Orleans and now that it’s over, my life is back to normal. But I did manage to have some great fun while at work over July 4th weekend. The BF came down with me to Nawlins and we hit the Big Easy running from one restaurant to the next. The effort in planning when we would eat borderlined on crazy—it was all about when is our next meal and where are we having it. Luckily I ran into my friend Marc, who I didn't know was from New Orleans. He gave us the skinny on the really good food and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t right. We’re still thinking about these places:

Mulate’s, the Original Cajun Restaurant
201 Julia St, New Orleans, LA 70130; (504) 522-1492
What we loved: Blackened oysters. The peppery broth alone was worth coming into this place. I must give a special shout out to the coffee: best I had all weekend.
What we didn’t: Fried oysters. I had them in a salad and the BF had them in po’boy, but neither serving had any flavor.

Red Fish Grille
115 Bourbon St, New Orleans, LA 70130; (504) 598-1200
What we loved: BBQ oysters, which were sorta fried and sorta soggy but all the way good. We ordered a platter and then another. Also I have to note the crab cake was delicis. I’ve never eaten a crab cake made completely with crab in my life (and I'm from Maryland!)
What we didn’t: Vegetable side dish. In an effort to eat something green, we ordered a side of broccoli and they brought us eggplants and tomatoes. The veggies were grilled with some flavor but it’s clear their forte is seafood.

Clover Grill
900 Bourbon St, New Orleans, LA 70116; (504) 598-1010
What we loved: Chicken fried steak and their campy menu (Below a slow cooked item, it reads “It’s going to take longer than five minutes. This ain’t New York City.”)
What we didn’t: The BF wasn’t over the moon about Clover Grill, which was essentially a tiny diner (and a greasy one at that, but aren’t all diners?). Plus there was only one waiter for five tables and a counter full of people. Thank god we got there before the crowd.

Grand Isle Restaurant
575 Convention Center Blvd., New Orleans, LA 70130; (504) 520-8530
What we loved: BBQ quail, turtle stew and the potatoes with the roasted chicken. Also gotta say we loved the décor: untreated wood with white painted beams, hi, sloped ceilings, white linens, black&white photography and floor-to-ceiling windows made this place simply grand.
What we didn’t: Dessert. Our entrée's gave us high expectations about dessert, but we were let down by the unimaginative options and taste.

Drago's Seafood Restaurant
2 Poydras St, New Orleans, LA 70130; (504) 584-3911
What we loved: Charbroilled oysters. For the record, I didn’t taste them but the BF did. He swears by them and I get the sense he would buy a plane ticket just to go back and have them.
What we didn’t: BF says skip the rest of the menu, the oysters are the only thing worth having.

Lucy’s Restaurant, a Retired Surfers Bar
701 Tchoupitoulas St, New Orleans, LA 70130; (504) 523-8995
What we loved: Served breakfast after 1 pm, outside eating and Caribbean flare (although there's not a body of water in sight). The atmosphere is more memorable than the food, but if you’re hung over and need something greasy, may I suggest the Santa Cruz skillet as an entrée?
What we didn’t: Overhearing the bartender’s story about being trashed hours before. Hey, I'm getting ready to eat!

Mena’s Palace
200 Chartres St, New Orleans, LA 70130; (504) 525-0217
What we loved: To quote Nana, I just had “the best, dirtiest seafood of my life.”
What we didn’t: At first we were concerned about the palace’s cleaniness but after we started eating, we felt the grimy smell was more vintage than vile.

Disclaimer: We were told to try Acme’s Oysters on Iberville but the line was too long for our we-gotta-eat-right-now stomachs. Next time.