Theda's Groove

First and foremost, for those of you who care, I was recently interviewed for a documentary called "A Generation Defied", a look at Generation X. Surprisingly enough I appear in a lot of the rough footage. If you'd like to check it out the link is here:

So I've been waiting to hear back from people about my scripts. One guy went out of town unexpectedly. The other is up to his eyeballs in his own projects. Not knowing my creative fate has made me a bit antsy, particularly considering the gravity I've given my current situation. So I found myself binge messaging yesterday, reaching out to folks whom I thought could somehow salve my need for closure. And I did, with Miss Theda. Theda is a consultant and artist who was one of the first sistas in internet marketing. Her suggestion for me was that I find other things to work on in the meantime. Simple as it may sound, that was all that I needed.

I made Mexican chicken coup yesterday (though I wish I'd had fresh cilantro). Cooking has always been a meditative act for me, like biking and photography, etc. But as I've started to look forward to it, as it has always delivered me from the mouth of madness my day jobs bring, there's nothing better than making it a part of the schedule. The recipe's on my food blog: culinaryintercourse.blogspot.com. D went through three bowls in a single sitting. This is why there are never any leftovers in the lodge.

I'm also planning a party for D's second novel, Cake, in Brooklyn. It will be on July 8th at Frank White NYC. I think it may be the very first event I cater on my own. As it's D's show (but I'm thinking about reading from a short story as part of my intro schtick, I'll be playing the background and making sure things get done, as I'm not sure when my next book event will be. It will also give me an excuse to see the many folks who I can only run into at establishing gatherings now that I'm out of the hip hop game. But hell, everybody's out of the hip hop game.

My plans for summer are already being altered. I'm now attached to a ghosting project through July at the very least. And while I was going to spend the rest of the season working on my doc, I'm now tempted to head out to LA and see if I can unload some of these scripts. I haven't been there in over a year after all, and post-strike it can't hurt to doing a little mingling and investigating. I will vacation though, one way or the other. And I may get into a new script between now and then. Bottom line: Thanks Theda!

As Spring is officially in gear, game time has officially commenced, which means that the sights out in the city will be oh so lovely: short skirts, open-toes sandals, baby tees and spaghetti-strapped tops. The party in the park, parties at people's cribs, the sounds of the ocean whispering sweet nothings in my ears from the shores at Brighton Beach. If grilling we legal I would be out there every other weekend with something in the grill, the salt in the air and the feeling of life springing forth from the sea. Before this season is over I will slow dance in a rainstorm. I will whisper filthy somethings into an ever-so feminine ear. I will make gumbo for the very first time and build a party around it. I will practice yoga four times a week again. And I will take a picture of my godbaby standing on her own two feet, as I know that she will.

I've had more doubts about more things in the last two years than I have for the last combined. But on the other end I understand why. I've been angry at blind people for giving me bad directions. I've been in the basement worrying myself to death about meetings on the 100th floor. I've been afraid of being afraid, licking my wounds in a self-imposed prison, getting high on my own pain and tearing off the scabs to keep it going. But it's all been worth it. It's definitely been worth it.