Saturday, November 26, 2005

Complicated...



So in the event that you all may read this before I speak to you, I thought it should be known that I made a big step in relationship-type situations, I broke it off with the ex-L.O.M.L. Yeah, things are always so complicated. They're never just cleancut. It sucks. By no means was the break-up a bad one, at least not for me, but either way, it leaves a moment of discomfort either way you go. A moment when you question whether calling that person is the right thing to do or if you made a mistake by bringing an ending to the situation. Who knows? Only time will tell. So with tha being said, here is the latest pic of me and "him" the same night we broke up. Also, here's me, Jorj and Deb hanging out that same night as well. Just wanted to share. For more details on "the break-up" please contact me. Love ya both.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

HAPPY BLOGGER BIRTHDAY!!!


Robyn Leigh Hanky-Panky-
I really wish you the happiest birthday ever. I really miss you guys, and I wish that I could've (and Tingle and Jorja too!) been there to celebrate all together...
I can't wait to party our asses off in December. I hope you had a great birthday celebration last night, and even as I sit here reading, I am wishing I could be there. HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!!!!
love you
Debbie

Sunday, November 13, 2005

interesting article on hip-hop and commercialism...

Tingle, that is so funny- is it from the Facebook?
-Debbie
PS- girls, this is a short, easy read...but a little thought provoking. But what do I know about black culture????
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Say no to hip-hop's excesses
By Derrick Z. Jackson | November 12, 2005

WHITE CEOs do not chair meetings in gold chains, railing about ''honkies, bitches, and hoes." They love black men who wear gold chains and scream about ''niggers, bitches, and hoes." Our reminder of this comes from our own local Fortune 500 company, Reebok. The sneaker company, which posted $3.8 billion in sales last year and is in the process of being sold to Adidas-Salomon for $3.8 billion, announced that it will produce shows with hip-hop stars for on-demand cable.

Reebok says it will produce interviews with the likes of 50 Cent, Jay-Z, and Tony Yayo. Reebok will make them for Def on Demand, a black-run service backed by Russell Simmons. Reebok's director of advertising, Marc Fireman, said that the company ''is excited to partner with an entertainment channel so in tune with youth and hip-hop culture. Def on Demand's customizable entertainment is a great fit for Reebok's own spirit of individuality and authenticity."

Authenticity? Rosa Parks just died and Reebok pronounces that black authenticity is represented by 50 Cent, who records works that have him and his guest artists saying: ''There's a problem, I'm a solve it, a n---- movin' around with a big --- revolver . . . You ---- with me, you see, I'll react like an animal, I tear you apart. If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art."

Jay-Z is now a part-owner of pro basketball's New Jersey Nets, but if you are looking for him to rap about closing the achievement gap faced by black students,
don't hold your breath because ''This is educated thug music, n-----."
Then there is Tony Yayo, who raps, ''I'm in that brand new Range: when I pull up, kid, I turn your brains into red concrete stains. That's the beauty of gruesome violence."

It is tragic enough that black rappers and hip-hop moguls prostitute themselves to the Fortune 500 with the very stereotypes about violence, stupidity, and sexual drive that white society used to justify slavery, colonization, segregation, and lynching. After slave rebellions, the Underground Railroad, patriotism in world wars, marches on Washington, and murders of civil rights workers, Jay-Z makes millions saying, ''I take and rape villages."

African-Americans can no longer afford to coddle these people. The black czars of gutter hip-hop are the new house slaves. And Reebok's promotion of this material, along with Comcast and other media giants, is just as reprehensible.

In his second-quarter 2005 conference call, Reebok CEO Paul Fireman said that Jay-Z has ''been a great assistance in connecting us to the right people culturally, connecting us, working with athletes . . . Jay-Z is an inspirational person in that community."

Moguls like Jay-Z may be wearing pinstripes these days and Russell Simmons may be urging youth of color to vote, but as long as their foundation is rotten, they are a corrosive force in black culture. If the civil rights establishment is looking for a new crusade, it needs to summon the guts to ignore the billions that flow through the hip-hop industry. At the close of 2004 all top-10 rap singles ranked by Billboard used the ''n" word in their uncensored versions.

At Reebok's annual investor conference, division officials echoed Fireman, saying, ''These kids hang on every word" of Jay-Z because ''his influence on youth culture is tremendous and what he represented 2.5 years ago he still represents today, but even more so, because he's evolved."

They said of 50 Cent, ''This guy is truly a marketing machine and will have a lot of momentum. We're going to really capture and provide that momentum and be with 50." They said, ''50 Cent is very large and his influence is incredible and he's really captured a major movement and people are following him and going with him."

If 50 Cent represents a major movement, we ought to spare ourselves the illusion of racial progress and bring back the Klan. Black rappers are wearing the chains of volunteer slavery. Paul Fireman has no need for a gold chain. He is using the money off the nightmare of black entertainers who are willing to portray ''animals" to build his dream. Last month Fortune magazine published a lengthy feature on Fireman building the world's most expensive golf course in New Jersey.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

go shorty....



sorry girls... i couldn't resist

Aubrey F. (New York, NY) wrote
at 6:15pm November 11th, 2005
"I see you Krystal Tingle! Get ya hustle on ma, we don't sleep we rest one eye up...by the way...remember when we used to ride around murph playin 50 all day!?lol "

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

JamaicanMeCrazy!!!

Sounds good, let's figure out some dates, and go for it...I will need tons of sunblock as my skin is now the color of a white sheet of paper, or white snow, or white out or ...you get it. But we'll talk soon and figure soemthing out!
-Debbie

In response to the random-calling chick's proposition...

$160 to Jamiaca and back? What's the catch? I can't get to Reno with that kinda money. I'm in. I totally wanna go, even though I've been there before. I think it'll be different being with my homies, ya know? But when is Debbie off in March that we can go? Are we inviting Ivelisse or Jorj or is it just the three of us? It doesn't matter to me. I was just kidding about the Ivelisse part. Who really cares if she's invited or not?

Jamaica...Land We Love



I know we've been talking about a trip next year. I think that March would be a good time to go. My vote is Jamaica. We will have free food...free board...and a free tour guide (my dad) to take us around :) It will definitely be a relaxing type trip. Beach bummin all day.. go to margaritaville..jet sking...dunns river falls...and maybe a club with my cousin who lives in Kingstom.. Spirit Air has ridiculously cheap tickets on sale right now. They are like 160 round trip. so.. with that said.. we should pick some dates and take it from there no?

I love you both!
Tingle

Monday, November 07, 2005

wedding bells clarified

I know you are intrigued with my culture, and so am I.
Just for clarification, I am not opposed to meeting someone that comes along my way, no matter how he comes my way...it's just an awkward time for me right now, even though the pressure is on, I have a boyfriend and hello! I am in my first year of law school- no position to be seeking a husband. What are these people thinking? I don't know what is going to become of this issue, but if my mom knows me she will sense that it's time to back off a little and let me come to them and tell them that I am ready... I had to tell her this morning that I was still seeing Rod. That was interesting, she asked, are you two getting married? I was like, whoa, this conversation is over (after I told her no of course.) And I don't know if I told you ladies, that I am thinking of going to Nepal for an internship, if I can find one that is good and human rights oriented...so that's been the inspiration for thoughts of little marriage arrangements dancing in my mother's head. My dad is looking for those internship opportunities for me, and my mom is looking for a husband. I am going to be just fine!
-Debbie

Namaste!

I've always appreciated your culture lil D. I think its incredible that you are from this little landlocked country that is one of the poorest and underdeveloped in the world... and you and your family have come so far :)
Some people (maybe even yourself) probably think arranged marriages are crazy..(take a look at the story i found online) but I think it is a huge part of your culture and you should be proud of it..mo matter how "un-american" it may be.
so if you meet some great nepali guy that you should probably marry (no matter how unlikely that is) then go for it!
you are the product of an arranged marriage no? and look how fabulous you and your family turned out :)

P.S. I can't wait to see you in your red sari adorned with gold jewels. do they have bridesmaids in nepali weddings?

The online journal entry.
"A sad wedding"

During a trip to Nepal, friends and I found ourselves at a traditional Nepali wedding held in a crumbling stone courtyard in the old section of Katmandu. The sister of a friend of my boyfriend's cousin was getting married, and as is the custom there, we strangers were ushered to the front row of the ceremony.

Seated on ornate cushions, just feet in front of us were the groom and his young bride wrapped in a red silk sari bedizened with gold pieces. She wept as they shared ceremonial bites of food, he sitting just inches from her, his stare fixed somewhere above our heads.

It was an arranged marriage, the brother of the bride told us, and she was in love with someone else. When the ceremony finished, and the couple prepared to leave, we watched as new family members struggled to carry the bride from the courtyard. She clung to her brother, mother, the sides of the building, wailing, until they finally got her into the colorfully papered bridal car wiating for them in the street.

I plan to have more say in the matter when the time comes for me to marry, though I have concluded that the ceremony is really for the benefit of the people who've shaped the couple.

Big parties aren't everyone's preference, but here's how I see it. We have two chances in life to get everyone we've loved together in one room — our wedding and our funeral.

Since I don't anticipate being around for the latter, I plan to go full bore on my wedding. Nothing would be more memorable than for one night to have the people from the far-flung coners of my life convene in their Viking helmets, tuxedos, and red saris for a little dancing and champagne on the bank of some pretty river.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Wedding bells????!!!

You guys, I got a call today from this girl named Deepa, that lives in San Fransisco and let me tell you how I should have been on my game and realized what she wanted, she was trying to hook me up with someone who is looking to get married!!!

How fucking overwhelming is that? This phone call raised some very important issues for me, and I am just not ready to deal with them at this point.

I ended up telling her that right now I am seeing someone...But, I also told her that I will call her at another time (because I am on campus studying) to talk to her about it.

I don't know, this threw a monkey wrench in my day.

-Debbie

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Wilma was a b***h





Just wanted to share some pics from the storm. The first in a down powerline on the world famous 441, and the other two are what's left of my roof and my screened in patio.

It's about time....


The title is fitting in two different ways...#1, here is my beau for the last three months, Coach Carter. Yeah, we both look a lil crazy, but it was like a few days after the storm. No showers, no shaving, no nothing. He looks much better in real life, but then again, so do I. Mind you, I specifically took this pic so my friends can identify, in a line-up, the man that stole their friend's heart before she revoked it...#2, I'm baaaaaaaack. I have power and internet and cable. So I will blog more in-depth later on, but I have been patiently waiting to get my power back on so I could share this with you all. Lil D, I'm calling you now....love ya both,

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

51 days and counting....

I figure since its the first day of the month... a blog is long overdue.
Lil D... your love life has not been overlooked. I'm sure at this point things are different and you probably really needed to vent. well done.
So its snowing in Boston eh? very nice for you. I'm glad you got to see that.. even though its pretty early for that.
And classes? how are those? we haven't spoken so Im sensing your head is in the books or the toilet... either way you're doing what you're supposed to be doing :)
Life in Reno... not too exciting these days... my job is still mediocre..i haven't met a boy and I'm still broke. HOWEVER... I am still forever grateful for the opportunity and I can't wait to get good and go home. I have learned.. I don't ever want to be this far away from home. ( not when Im this broke anyway)

WIILLLLLMMAAAAAAAAAA!!
Has given our dear friend Roli and our family an ass whoppin. I just hope the power's on for Christmas.

Thats it from this front. I love you both! you are my GLOATS!
A new word I found utterly appropriate... Greatest Love of All Time!
Tingle