Seems long this time, but it’s a quick read, folks.
Starts with a thank you. I have no idea if this is good or not, but BomaniJones.com has registered over 1,000 hits since its inception. That might be terrible, but unless my mother, my daddy, and the Seuss have logged in 333 times apiece, that’s more than I could have expected. Thanks to everybody that came to the site in the first month. And for those of you adding to the second thousand, send me a note and i can add you to the mailing list. That’ll save you the time of clicking on your own to find out if there’s been an update.
And now, the randomness begins…
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Let’s start with a chuckle…gotten a decent bit of e-mail about the column. Thanks for everybody that did that. But ummm…I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that I got more e-mails about the picture than the column. From colleagues, strangers, and teachers.
This means two things–that I have an idea of what it is to be a woman in a patriarchy, and that the standards of male attractiveness have decreased since I was in high school.
But bump what you heard, I’ll take it!
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Keyes and Obama. This will not stop being funny. Ya boy Alan had the nerve to question the validity of Obama’s African-American heritage and cited the fact that his great-grandfather was a slave. Obama’s great-grandfather was African. Like from Africa.
I wonder how proud Al’s great granddaddy would be to se him now. Probably as proud as I am.
Anyway, chill out, Al. And any of you editors that are checking this out, I’ve got a piece that has yet to run on everyone’s favorite carpetbagger.
This situation will not stop being funny. The problem is that the humor of it makes it impossible to take all of this seriously, and it’s on heart attack status.
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I do not have Madden yet, but I will have it shortly. Somehow, the economic gods at Carolina didn’t realize quals were scheduled around Madden Day. Maybe they need to get a grasp of what’s really important in this universe. It’s God (depending on how you roll), Family, and Madden. Simple as that. School? Please. They can put me out tomorrow, and I’ll still be playing Madden. Loyalty is owed to those who are loyal to you. And Madden’s always loved me, dig?
Moral of this story…don’t tell me how dope it is because I can’t relate with you. No more phone calls, no more e-mails, no more nothing. I’ll have it soon, and then I’ll call you.
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Puerto Rico? Or, as the street is spelled in Houston, Porto Rico? Yes, Porto Rico mollywopped the US Olympic team yesterday. With one NBA player and a 41 year old cat logging noticeable minutes. No joke, let’s send the And 1 Mixtape All-Stars out there. Even if they lose, that’ll be fun, jack. I’ve seen Hot Sauce play in person, and he’d have looked better out there than Stephon Marbury. If the US ain’t got a cat that can shoot on the roster, at least they can get someone that doesn’t need to shoot jumpers, dig?
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International Baba Day is the 26th. If you don’t care, I’m okay with that. But if you do, no excuses when you forget it, dig?
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And on the way out, this week’s favorite songs….
Field Mob – It’s Hell. The most underrated group in the South. Don’t hate on the accents and undeniable ugliness (that’s right, I said it). Listen to the irreverance, insight, and entertainment.
The Band – The Weight. “Take the load off Annie, and put the load right on me.” Something we can all take solace in here and there.
Weezer – Only in Dreams. Let the White Homey say it…”the crescendo at the end makes me wanna burn shit down and go save some seals all at the same time.”
Weezer – Say It Ain’t So. Two times for the goofy white boys!
Anthony Hamilton – Float. Is that the dopest R&B album of the last two years? Just might be.
Prince – When 2 R in Love. Thank God for .mp3, meaning I can listen to that song without having to fast forward through all of the LoveSexy CD to get through it.
Van Morrison – Tupelo Honey. If you haven’t heard it, I can’t quite describe it. Incredible emotional resonance.
Branford Marsalis – Mo’ Betta Blues. Good move, great song.
Kanye West – My Way. Unreleased. Damn sample clearances.
Frank Sinatra – My Way. Damn the Chairman’s estate for not letting Kanye get the sample. It’s the theme song for all self-indulgent, self-absorbed renegades. Yes, I am one of those people (at least if you let my ex-girlfriend tell it).
Trick Daddy – Back in Da Day. Underrated again, and for the same reasons as FM.
UGK – Take It Off. In the last four years, this has not gotten old. Can’t wait ’til the Pimp gets free.
Ludacris – Southern Fried Intro. Wow.
George Harrison – My Sweet Lord. Even though he proved not to really believe what he was talking about…
David Bowie and Queen – Under Pressure. Damn that Vanilla Ice. Made us forget this may the best collaboration ever.
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And I’m gone…definitely will be a post on Thursday. I promised before, and I’ll do it again…this will not be my LiveJournal. However, Thursday is Boone’s birthday, and there are things I’d like to say that a lot of you might need/want to hear.