At long last,

a new season of Oprah starts on Monday. I can't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy of who she's having on her show. Apprently winning Olympic medals insn't an easy task. I'd just like to know why Usain Bolt wasn't invited, I mean he is the fastest man in the world, but whatever, Oprah's still awesome.

I've never liked change,

but somehow, David Bowie ( and an assortment of politicians) seem to put me at ease. I'm not sure why, but they do.

I bought this today,

Not as any form of endorsement, but for future monetary value. History is being made and I want my great-grandchildren to cash in on it. I wish my grandparents had saved a Bobby Kennedy button, or a Nixon banner. It might help deflate some of the cost of my education. I must say though, I took a sip of the proverbial Obama kool-aide the other night, and it was good. His acceptance speech brought some mist to my eyes, I really did feel HOPEFUL after hearing it. The only thing that would make his speech even more spectacular would be if Obama led a chorus of I'll do anything from the hit musical OLIVER!

The race is getting crazy. The Republicans pulled out their ultimate trick, adding a woman to the ticket. Tricksey Republicans always stealing Hilary supporters. Its on now, and I'm watching.

The Science of Sleep

Stories of my sleepwalking habits have been the stuff of legend for over two decades. Among my family at least. Tales of a young Deonn climbing out of bed and walking into the living room- only to do a soft-shoe routine a-la Shirley Temple, on top of the coffee table- can be gleefully recounted by my mother.

These stories were an endless source of amusement until I started waking up without having the slightest clue where I was or how I had gotten there. The dreadful day came when I saw The Exorcist for the first time. I then began to draw parallels to the possessed character and myself. Here was a little girl who was doing things she had no memories of, like myself. Except in her case, the devil really was making her do it. So I began to think, what if the devil was making me get out of bed at night to do random things, what if he made me do something dangerous, or hurt someone.

So I went to my mother. "Mommie I need you to exercise me." Her reply was simply " Uhm, I'll take your bike outside and you can ride around for a little." Frustrated by her complete lack of understanding I went to the ALL KNOWING. My big brother, who carefully explained to me that people who wanted to lose weight, exercised. People who had Satan in them where exorcised. He assured me that I was not possessed and also begged me not to tell Mommie that he had let me watch The Exorcist.

I eventually outgrew my sleep activities. I mean you'll still get a kick in the face if you sleep next to me, but for the most part all movement is contained to my bed. So imagine my surprise when a few weeks ago on This American life the topic was fear of sleep. It turns out that millions of people suffer from some kind of weird sleep disorder. So it wasn't just me, and there was scientific proof that I really wasn't possessed by the devil.

Some people eat in their sleep, others choke their spouses, and some even jump through panes of glass from five stories up, all while sleeping. It turns out that most of these people are Dopamine deficient. It turns out that Dopamine is the chemical that is released from your brain while sleeping. It paralyzes your body so that you don’t do what’s in your brain when you’re sleeping.

Luckily I outgrew my crazy sleep antics and didn't have to go on medication. It just feels great to be validated you know, because I know where all about individuality and all, but who wants to be the anomaly? Not me.

This one goes out to you, John Edwards!

Well that's just Ludacris,

Air Force Ones, Adidas, Cadillacs and their rims, lets face it, if somethings trendy, there's bound to be a rap song written about it. So it should be no surprise that rapper Luda penned an ode to the trendiest Presidential candidate since Grover Cleveland. Of course this song have left the Pace-makers of left wingers all over the country on the fritz. Fox news is having a field day with the fact that he referred to Hillary as a bitch in the song.

The conservative old me is secretly screaming Ludacris go back to rapping about hoes and vodka. Leave the politics to the grown ups, the steaks are too high for you to be sloppily inciting mischief and being a distraction when there is a serious campaign going on!

The new bi-partisan me is saying hey that's a pretty phat beat and what better to go with a cool guy candidate than a super dope rap song (sorry some of the conservative is still there). Everyone lightened up over the New Yorker cover, why cant we lighten up over this song I mean after all,

Obama is here.

Yea, the black Princess thing is cool and all but...

why is the lightening bug shucking AND jiving?

Let the games begin ya'll,

I'm not a sports person. Never claimed to be. In fact, there was a time when I thought throwback jerseys were jerseys you wore backwards. However there are exceptions to every rule. Those exceptions would be the Olympics and the World Cup.

I guess I only like sports in four year increments. The summer Olympic games start in four days and I am giddy with excitement. I will be rocking both my Team USA and TEAM Jamaica shirts for the next month, repping the US swim team and JA's track and field team respectively.

Athletes I'm watching for:

Micheal Phelps... swimming beast
Kerron Stewart...fellow yardie and track monster



All eyes on China.

Maybe its me, but lately it seems as though someone is pushing the fast forward button on life. I'm not sure what it is. It seems like Spring was just here yesterday and now its August. Summer is starting to wind down and before long we'll be back in the dreary, depressing abyss some people call winter.

The problem could simply be that I've been working so much this summer that I haven't really taken the time to stop and smell the lavender (my throat closes up around roses). I don't know where the time goes. My niece is going to high school in the fall! I still remember visiting her in the hospital for the first time. At this rate she'll graduating from college and getting married before I even have time to blink!

Can I blame this time zoom on global warming? It seems to be the scapegoat for everything else. Maybe I can borrow the DeLorean from Doc Brown and rewind somethings when needed.

I heart Colbert

I would pay good money to see a Nas/O'Reilly throw down! Next on the agenda, Lou Dobbs and his phobia of all things Hispanic.

A bit fear-mongering, but still funny!

Fist-bumps for everyone!

No hateration...just holleration.

That's a bit violent eh, Jesse? You are a Reverend after all, aren't you your brother's keeper? Am I smelling jealousy. I think the good Reverend may need the Don Imus special, or at least some time in the naughty corner.

Crack for your ears

It all started at my niece's 15th birthday bowling bonanza. Someone began playing a song, with a beat so infectious, it could make the women of the polygamist compound start to shake their groove things. At the same time, the innuendos contained in the song would make Lil Kim blush.

I would later find out that the song was called Lollipop and it was by Lil Wayne?!?!?!

I told my niece she wasn't allowed to listen to that song ( to absolutely no avail). Then something quite miraculous happened. I heard a remix of the song with Kanye West. That certainly got my attention and I ( reluctantly enough) became obsessed with the song. A few weeks later A Milli bombarded itself into my universe and reluctantly again I fell for it.

Up until this point, I was a causal Lil Wayne user... I mean listener. About a week ago, while getting a ride home, Mr. Gee gave me another taste. It was a song with Jay-Z called Mr. Carter. The addiction began that very night. As soon as I was able in the nearest Target with a hoodie over my head, avoiding all eye contact and making sure I didn't run into any of my friends.

I bought the Lil Wayne album.

There I said it and I like it too. Yes, it very much is like crack. It's a shock to your system at first, but then you start to like it and when its all over, you want more. Sorry Common, I struggle with the guilt everyday, but I like it. I still love you the most though.

Regardless of what the album's like, you must admit. that's some of the most genius album art we've seen in quite a long time.

My new favorite show!

Hopkins, ABC's summer-filler show, is six-part series that takes a look at the lives of all the fabulous surgeons working at The Johns Hopkins Hospital. It's the best thing on TV this summer! The First episode introduced Dr. Alfredo Quiñones, a professor and accomplished brain surgeon, who came to this country many years ago as an illegal immigrant!

Eat that Lou Dobbs! He came from Mexico and did migrant farm labor WHILE attending community college! After Quiñones gained legal status he attended the University of California, Berkeley. From there he attended Harvard Medical School, where he graduated with honors. He went on to complete his residency in neurosurgery at the University of California.

He's such an inspiration, immigration has been such a hot button issue over the last few years. Maybe Mr. Quiñones can sway some of the curmudgeon, bigoted, Anglo-Saxons, towards a path to residency for some millions of people just looking for their American dream.

So besides all this, Hopkins is an awesome show, watch it! Thursdays @ 10 on ABC.

Signs of the Season

Summer is in full swing. Time to unfold the hammock, sweeten the lemonade and turn up the Corinne Bailey-Rae CD and de-stress. There's one essential summer ingredient that is oftentimes overlooked, and that is the bubble making kit.

Said kit usually includes, a container with equal parts soap and water and some form of wand/blowing apparatus. If old school flavor isn't your steez, then try a bubble making machine.

What is it about bubbles that fascinates us so? Blowing them, watching them pop, its so much fun yet soothing at the same time. Kids love bubbles, they'll jump up and pop them as long as you'll blow them. That's why today, while babysitting I loaded the bubble maker with "bubble juice" got cozy in the hammock and turned the record on, to my favorite song of course!

It most certainly is not!

OK I need to rant for a minute. The people at Comcast Cable are the most infuriating, incompetent group of individuals I've ever had to deal with in my short life. you know what...

Dear Comcast,
you guys SUCK to all eternity! How DARE you charge me a late fee for a bill that was sent in on time , that YOU ALL LOST! How DARE you threaten to "terminate service" after one late bill that, need I say again, YOU LOST!

How many times have you come out to my apartment building and disconnected my cable? All I ever get is a " oh one of our serviceman must have disconnected the wrong wire"

Not an apology, not a credit, for chrissakes HOW HARD IS IT TO LABEL THE WIRES!!!!! Your customer service is something to behold. Why is it that whenever I need to speak to one of your reps I'm on hold for at least half an hour?! When I do finally get to speak to someone they act as if IM inconveniencing THEM!

I am a good customer! I pay my bills on time! DO NOT charge me a late fee because you can't find my bill, I sent you all a copy of the check. Maybe you need monkeys to help sort the mail, because the people you have doing it now are UTTER SHIT!

Woe be onto you when Verizon FIos becomes available in my neighborhood! You defiantly will rue the day you took advantage of my loyalty! Piss off Comcast!
~Your Very Disgruntled Customer
Deonn E.

In Memoriam

I haven't been shocked and upset over a celebrity's death since Aaliyah. I've never had my jaw hit the floor with such velocity over ANYTHING. I think, besides the fact that he was only 58 years old, the most shocking part about this was the fact that I had seen him on the Today show THAT morning while I was getting ready.

For YEARS I've spent my Sunday mornings, helping my mother clear the table after breakfast while she watched Meet the Press on the minuscule tv that we had in our kitchen. He asked questions that needed to be asked, and he asked them, not in a pretentious way, but in a likable way. A way in which the person he interviews knows immediately that he's not asking me this question for ratings, he's asking me this because its what the average citizen would want to know.

He was unbiased and had such a passion for his work. It's just so sad to see the amount of work he put in thorough the Primaries and he won't even get to see which nominee makes it to the finish line. The pundit game will never be the same. Good luck in the great beyond Mr. Russert

Wishing all the Geminis, myself and Anderson Cooper included a wonderful birthday this month. We truly are an amazing group of individuals! Loud, quiet, sympathetic, indifferent, but never boring! Happy B-day y'all!

Still Bi-Partisan...

but, stop pressuring Hilary to drop out! She's in the game, she's playing it and she's not giving up until its over, she's still got some HP points left ( sorry too much Final Fantasy). Why does the media DEMONIZE her so much. She's a politician. Sure she's thrown some low blows, yea she's guilty of fear-mongering the opposition, but isn't that what all politicians do? Why does she incite such hatred within the hearts of the public? Is it the vagina?

Lately it seems that you rarely come across anyone who is indifferent to her. The conversation usually goes like this:

So what do you think of Hilary?

Oh my gosh, she's such a bitch. She needs to drop out! Yo, if she gets the nomination, I'm voting for McCain.

She started, now let her finish. There's no fat lady singing yet.

Oprah says...

She likes these, but I think you'd be better off just using a wallet. Because unless you're swimming with your flip flops on there's still a chance your money could get lost/stolen. I guess they would be useful at a theme park. I thought I'd taken a side on this, but I actually think they're kinda cool now. You know what? Oprah's right, these are kinda fly, thats why she puts them on this month's O List. I just defeated the whole purpose of this post. Anyhow, have you gotten your copy of The Roots album yet?

First he said that hip-hop was dead. Now the unconscionable Mr. Jones is back with another boulder to the head. Nigger is the followup to the aforementioned debate sparker Hip-hop is dead which, in my opinion, was about a B+.

Now there's nothing wrong with stirring the pot. There's nothing wrong with making sure that the Patriot Act hasn't completely dissolved our right to freedom of speech. There are times however, when bold statements turn into GIMMICKS. Wearing a t-shirt that says Abercrombie & Bitch isn't making a statement, it's a gimmick, it's a tactic to get people to look at you. Plastering the word nigger on the front of a CD works quite the same way.

The most poignant statements are the ones that are subtle. The ones that make you scratch your head. They are the ones that make you go "aha, that's what he was saying" at three in the morning on your way to the bathroom. Maybe gimmicks work in the music business. I'm coming from a consumer stand point, a student of economics- stand point. Around 60% of the people who "consume" hip-hop the most, are white, suburban and are between the ages of 12-25. Don't quote me on this because I could very well be making it up.

Regardless, no one is taking away Nas' right to say the word nigger. I'm just saying that beyond the obvious responsibility factor, there's a way of getting your point across without force feeding it. I will never understand this urge to say the word nigger. This is probably the most I've used it all year! I mean it's funny when Chris Rock sprinkles it over his jokes, but, maybe its a generational thing. Maybe we take it for granted because we've come of age after Civil Rights. That battle was already fought for us. I can't help but wonder though, if Emmett Till and countless other victims of lynching, were alive today, would they be down with the n-word?

After all, it's probably the last thing they heard before dying. I bet whoever said it didn't meant it "in no nice way."

She's from Mt. Airy!

Just like me!





SantoGold, redefining the norm. She's a featured artist at this year's First Annual Roots Picnic at Penn's Landing.

This should sway some of the right.

I agree, the war between LC and Heidi has gone on long enough!

Just scored a free copy of this!

Maybe now I'll put that PSP to good use!

The Wright affect

So I guess this is why people are so concerned with the Reverend Wright/Barack Obama connection.

I still think Rock Band is way cooler!

According to MSNBC the game is projected to sell NINE MILLION COPIES in its first week! Everyone in marketing deserves a raise!

Oprah says,

So I was browsing the Oprah site, as usual and came across a section that I've never browsed before. It's called Famous Bookshelves, which is just a list of random celebrities and some of their favorite books. I thought Micheal Moore's was the most interesting:

1984 George Orwell

Johnny got his gun Dalton Trumbo

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee Dee Brown

Rules for Radicals Saul D. Alinsky

The Soft Revolution Neil Postman and Charles Weingartner

How Children Learn John Holt

Fit from Within Victoria Moran




In case, in the very slimest of chances, Oprah somehow stumbles on this blog, these are the most recent additons to my bookshelf:

Atonement Ian McEwan

I am America. And so can you! Stephen Colbert

The secret life of bees Sue Monk Kidd

Bucky Katt's Big Book of Fun Darby Conley

The Alchemist Paulo Coelho

You won't like me when I'm angry...

Hopefully they get it right this time, the last one was bullocks! I love Ed Norton by the way. His range is impeccable!

Be kind to your sister.

Or, if she's mean to you, just sing this until it gets on her nerves. Classic movie BTW!

Awesome cat pic of the week!!

Do believe the hype.

OK, so at long last SPRING is finally here! So you know what that means right? SPRING CLEANING! One of my favorite past times. Sweeping out the cobwebs of winter, putting away winter sweaters and busting out those feng shui skills for a fresh new start.

The most exciting part of Spring Cleaning 08 is that I just got myself a Dyson vacuum cleaner! Let me preface my explanation by saying that I bought a Hoover exactly ONE YEAR AGO and it's never really done that great of a job. It's always sort of spit the dirt right back out at you, like a two year old that's just realized that you've been hiding brussel sprouts in his mashed potatoes. So I went to vacuum last week and the cleaner was DEAD. It wouldn't even turn on.

I decided to research a vacuum that would not only CLEAN but would actually last more than a year. I live in a fully carpeted apartment and this is the second vacuum cleaner we've bought in a three year period. So I decided to check out the Dyson. I know, I know, their are like $400, but I had a $100 gift certificate and SEARS was having a sale. So I decided to try it, and if it didn't live up to the hype, I would just return it.

To say that this vacuum cleaner is WICKED GREAT would be an understatement. It suctions like a dream. I vacuumed the ENTIRE apartment and only emptied it ONCE. And it's cute too! Yes, yes ya'll it truly doesn't stop! it picked up things I couldn't even see! It's like the Rolls Royce of the cleaning world. It really is! My testimonial is done now. I gotta get back to cleaning.

360 degrees of awesomeness!

The people who know me best are fully aware of my Anderson Cooper obsession. I've never been able to explain what it is I like about him so much. I'm not sure if its his handsome silvery hair, his sarcastic wit, or the fact that he is a fellow Gemini who happens to be born on the EXACT same day as me!
Or maybe it's the fact that he's the heir to a denim empire, who need not left a finger in financial support of himself, but instead is on his grind daily. He's traveled to war torn countries in Africa, he's seen first hand the devastation of hurricane Katrina and just happens to be the illest news host on CNN sorry Wolf Blizter).
With all this being said, imagine my dismay when cancer rumors started flying around the blogosphere. It turns out that my beloved Mr. Cooper had a spot of melanoma on his face and had to have it removed. It wasn't at all serious. So now he can go back to being awesome every weeknight at 10 pm eastern.

In Memoriam

Dear Mr. Heston,

since before I can even remember, I have spent Easter Sunday watching The Ten Commandments and Ben-Hur with my parents. You have been an institution in my family, though I must admit that in recent years I've favored Yul Brynner's Ramses to your portrayal of Moses. That is not in anyway to take away from your performance, I always root for the bad guys.

I must say, I've never quite forgiven you for rolling with the NRA and that "cold dead hands" comment sort of put a nail in the gun control coffin. There are some democrats who may want to do a two-step on your grave, but isn't a steadfast belief system what this country was built on. I've ALWAYS disagreed with you on your views on guns, but have somehow always respected that same steadfastness.

I've watched you part The Red Sea, race chariots at dangerous speeds and even wrestle with super evolved monkeys. Your battle with Alzheimer's is finally over and I hope you find peace in the great beyond.

Much Respect,

D

From the archives.

Among the infinite number of Shirley Temple movies, old-school Disney musicals, and animated feature films that I watched as a child, this one ranks near the top. Milo & Otis is the heartwarming tale of two BFF's, a pug and a tabby cat, who live on a farm and have mischievous nature land them in all sorts of trouble.

If you watch this movie and it doesn't make you smile, then you should check your palm for a serious of 6's for you are indeed the anti-Christ and should avoid direct contact religious artifacts, and sunlight.

Watch it with you favorite little person today, they might like it too.

Awesome cat pic of the week!!

Official Anthem Of Summer Oh Eight!

Swim. Down.

Ok so are we the absolute laziest generation, or are the so called "intelligentsia" running out of things to figure out. According to an article on the FOX news website, scientists are training fish to catch themselves!

According to the website, "black sea bass would be released into the open ocean, where they would grow to market size, then swim into an underwater cage to be harvested when they hear the signal."

The scientists are training the fish to identify a certain sound with feeding time. They hear the sound and basically become zombies, swimming anywhere they think the food is, or to their deaths.

What happened to fishermen? What happened to the "by the sweat of my brow" mentality.

I bet the next thing on their agenda is teaching cows how to jump into meat grinders and turn themselves into all beef patties, then assembling the lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions AND the sesame seed bun all by themselves, thus ridding the need to raise the minimum wage, because you don't need to pay cows.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,341649,00.html

You...are the father!

Gone are the days when a man and a women made some form of agreement on monogamy before making sweet love to each other. Resulting oftentimes in offspring, spawn or a tiny bundle of...whatever.

In the golden age of getting it on, the woman ( more times than not) had a clear idea who the baker is of the bun in her oven.

It is quite obviously a new day, a new generation and a new way to make sure that the right man is paying the child support. I guess the best part about it, is that now you don't have to embarrass yourself on Maury!

The kind people over at IdentiGene developed a home paternity test. It's right in the family planning isle, between the Trojans that are ribbed for HER pleasure, and the home pregnancy tests.

OK so the test itself costs about $30 dollars. You then have to collect some DNA ( willing or forcefully, but by any means necessary) by swabbing the inside of the individuals mouth.

"The samples, along with consent forms and a lab fee are sent in an enclosed postage-paid return envelope to Identigene for processing. Results are available from Identigene within three to five business days of receipt. Customers can choose to receive results by mail, email, or online through a secured Web service."

And voila! You now know who your baby-daddy is. The lab fee is $120, but that's worth the peace of mind right.

To quote the great Will Ferrell, this is mind bottleing to me ( yeah you know, mind bottleing, like when your thoughts get all mixed up and trapped...like in a bottle).What other home testing kits are on the pharmaceutical pipe-lines? Will this test stand up in court? Can it be used for evil? All I have to say is, guys be careful with your DNA, it can or maybe used against you in a court of law.

It's true,

Oprah says...

This month's issue of O Magazine lists the Five things Happy People do. I find it peculiar that Rolling around in piles and piles of their money isn't on the list.

• They find their most golden self.


• They design their lives to bring in joy.


• They avoid "if only" fantasies.


• They put best friends first.


• They allow themselves to be happy.

So there!

Mad chuckles yo!

So about a year ago I read an article in Vanity Fair about women not being funny. It was written by a man of course, but it got me thinking. The article, aptly titled, "Why women aren't funny" argues quite simply, that women aren't funny because they don't need to be. Humor pales in comparison to feminine wilds (ie. hotness).





Maybe its the fact that I went to an all-girls school that made me find said article so incredulous. I went to school with a bunch of girls, and they were all funny. Not to mention the countless former cast members of comedic sketch shows ( SNL, Mad TV) who were dearly missed after their departure.

I expressed my feelings about the article to one of my dearest friends, who happens to be a guy, and was surprised to find out that he actually agreed with the article. He said "girls just aren't that funny. If a girl makes me laugh, I'm usually laughing at her." This made me question my original position, could it be true, was Wanda Sykes only funny to me? Did the Mary Katherine Gallagher bit only insight fits of laughter to me. That's when I started noticing that whenever I made a guy laugh, he would always follow it up with a "Dee, your pretty funny for a girl."

A year after the article that made me question my comedic tastes was published, Vanity Fair released a rebuttal. This month's issue is jam packed with women who are not only hot, but also bring the funny on a regular basis. Sara ( the ill one) Silverman, Tina Fey (my hero) and Amy Poehler ( she iight) grace the cover and prove that sisters really are doing it for themselves. Headwriting and starring in television shows, out-shining their male castmates and just generally kicking ass and taking names later, especially when it comes to the network dollars.

I for one can't wait for the new episodes of 30 Rock to air. Girl Power!

Awesome cat pic of the week!!

Can't wait for this!!!

rent it!

He's a serial killer...killer. Keeps you on the edge of you seat and always guessing. I know its on CBS on Sunday nights now, but don't wait a whole week between each episode, rent the whole season and watch it all at once!

I've never liked Kool-aide. Not due to it's lack of nutritional content, snobbery, or the fact that REAL fruit juice tastes so much better, but for more psychological reasons.

When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I saw a movie called Jonestown. It told the story of Jim Jones ( not the BAAHHHLIN' one), crazed evangelical " guru" who convinced his "flock" of some 900 people to commit mass suicide. Their weapon of choice, Kool-aide.

Of course it was laced with cyanide, but I've steered clear of it ever since. All this to say, that recently, the blogosphere and several right-wing haterating talk show hosts, have drawn parallels to Barack Obama and Jim Jones.

Just because someone passes out at your campaign rally, does that automatically make you the second coming of a lunatic cult leader? No it doesn't. The man is just a gifted speaker, he moves people. Sometimes to tears, other times to cardiac arrest.

Don't mistake this post as an endorsement of any sort. Deonn has not yet made an official endorsement of any candidate ( unless Chuck Norris decides to throw his hat in the ring). I just don't like mudslinging, and there seems to be alot of that lately. He's got CHARISMA!!! and change, don't forget about the change.

http://209.85.165.104/search?q=cache:nGL7JqOUE9EJ:www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php%3Ffa%3DPAGE.view%26pageId%3D56559+obama+%3D+jim+jones&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=1&gl=us

Watch this!

I'm curious to see this. I never got to it on Broadway and I can't imagine anyone being able to do the role of Walter the way Sidney Poitier did it. It airs February 25th, after the Oscars.

What if I was white?

OK, I'm FULLY aware that it's Black History Month. I mean how can I forget, especially with those Dr. Cornel West promos airing on MTV every 6.45 seconds. The one where Ludacris gives his dissertation on black history is particularly hysterical ( Cuz I'm black ya'll). Anyhow, the point I'm trying to make is, lately I've been a little self-conscious about the way I talk. Ever since the "Deonn, you sound whiter than usual" comment was made, I made an effort to uhm, I guess "urbanize" my tone. Then I thought to myself what would W.E.B Dubois do? He would realize that the way he talks is a reflection of his intelligence not a measure of his blackness. So I felt better, but then Kanye West posted this link on his blog:

http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/page/3/

A majority of the things listed, are my everyday obsessions:

#39 Netflix
#44 Public Radio (Fresh Air is the effin truth yo!)
#43 Plays
#35 The Daily Show/Colbert Report
#54 Kitchen Gadgets (who doesn't love salad spinners?!)
#52 Sarah Silverman (Everyone loves Sarah Silverman, EVERYONE!!)
#48 Whole Foods and Grocery Co-ops ( Weaver's Way, holla!)

So, am I white? AM I? or just republican?

Oprah says...

you should read this book. Now as a faithful Oprah disciple, I'm always a sucker for her book picks, but this one seems out of my realm of understanding. Supposedly the book is to lead you to the "aha! moment" in your life. Oprah is also "teaching" an online class about the book, helping people to find the root of their unhappiness and find the key to happiness. As a 20 something who's trying to find "myself" (I'm being mad unimaginative right now) I thought this was a great book at first glance. I was in the book store thinking to myself, introductions are always boring, it's gotta get more interesting. But it didn't, not to me at least. Not to discourage other lost 20 somethings from reading it, but it just isn't my bag, or maybe I need to go work on my maturity level. Oh well I've rabbled on enough.
I drink your milkshake!
~D

Try It!!!

I dont know what it is. The hilarious anecdotes on the side of each bottle, the gem-like array of colors and flavors, or the fact that their just plain good for you! I adore Vitamin Water! I knew Kelly Clarkston and Fifty Cent weren't liars, those 16 0z. bottles of awesomness really should be tried as often as possible. I'm trying to reduce my sugar intake, for lent and these really do hit the spot. So try it!!

Awesome cat pic of the week!!

I don't feel like making dinner tonight...

Skip the takeout, save some money ( and some calories ) and make this at home instead. Stole it from Martha's Stewart.


Ingredients
Serves 4
2 slices whole-wheat bread, dried
1/3 cup walnuts
2 tablespoons Parmesan cheese, freshly grated
Coarse salt and ground pepper
1 large egg white
4 chicken breast halves, boneless and skinless (6 to 8 ounces each)
1 tablespoon grapeseed oil
Lemon slices, for serving
Seasonal green salad


Directions
Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a food processor, combine bread, walnuts, and Parmesan; season with salt and pepper. Process until fine breadcrumbs form. Transfer to a shallow bowl. In another shallow bowl, beat egg white until frothy.
Season chicken with salt and pepper. Dip each breast into egg white, letting excess drip off, and then into crumb mixture, pressing to adhere.
In a large nonstick ovenproof skillet heat oil over medium heat. Add chicken and cook until lightly browned, 1 to 3 minutes. Carefully turn chicken over and put skillet in oven. Bake until chicken is golden brown and cooked through, 8 to 12 minutes.
Serve chicken with lemon slices and green salad.

Funky!

Genius!

http://video.knbc.com/player/?id=216772

PHILADELPHIA -- Some kids get snow days. But students at one Philadelphia school got a chicken day Monday.
When workers arrived to open Northeast High School, they found 50 chickens running loose in the halls. District officials said the birds were apparently brought into the building sometime over the weekend and left a big mess behind.
The floors were covered with droppings and chicken feed. Most of the school's 3,600 students were sent home for the day because the school required extensive cleanup, a school official said.
Officials said there has to be an upset poultry farmer somewhere who wants his chickens back. For now, the birds are at the district's agricultural school. And school officials' feathers are more than a little ruffled.
They warn the person who committed the prank will face a fine that won't be chicken scratch.

Seeing Red.

New stuff from (Product)Red and Dell, designed to help eliminate AIDS in Africa.

Keepin' it green!

Still Crankin it.

About a month ago, my niece tought me how to "Crank dat Souljah Boy." I was kinda nervous because, I thought I had completely missed the "Crank dat" bandwagon, So I was elated to discover that not only could I crank dat Souljah Boy, there was an infinite amount of things I could still crank to ( Forest Gump being one of my favorites). The Crank dat phenomenon is sweeping the nation, I even saw Regis Philbin crankin dat Souljah Boy on his show the other day.

Oprah says...

Stress busters:

1. Aromatherapy

2. Music

3. Deep breathing


http://www2.oprah.com/experts/experts_landing.jhtml

Fresh!

You wanna battle me?

I was having a conversation with one of my friends the other day, and a very interesting question came up. Who would win in a fight, Chuck Norris or David Blaine? Now Blaine seems like the underdog in this scenario, but lets investigate this query a little further shall we.

Facts about Chuck Norris:

Chuck Norris doesn't read boks, he stares them down unitl he gets the information he wants.

Chuck Norris once destroyed The Periodic Table of Elements, because he only recognizes the element of surprise.

Chuck Norris does not sleep, he waits.



Facts about David Blaine

David Blaine unfortunately never knew his biological father. Instead, his mother remarried to a banker named John Bukalo. Blaine later made him levitate in his sleep.

David Blaine can turn your orange soda into Cheeze Itz.

Micheal Jackson once stated, "David Blaine, your magic is real and I belive in you."

Ok so the facts speak for themselves, personally, my money is on Blaine, because he could conjure up a tornado and that would cancel out ANY roundhouse kick, that Chuck Norris could muster up.

Awesome cat pic of the week!!

GAME ON!!!

Ok, so I'm what you would call a casual gamer. I mean I don't own an XBOX or anything, but recently I discovered ROCK BAND. It's like someone took the awesomeness of kareoke and merged it with Guitar Hero!

It's so great, even moms love it!!!!!

Can't wait for this!!!

Illest Mommy magazine on the market. Helpful without being too pretentious. And the best part is that the recipes and activities are realistic. I mean, I'm not a mother, but I've been around enough to know that no one has time to prepare an eight course meal AND make roses out of construction paper. The keep it simple, and we likes that!