Life is full of interruptions and complications

Having a bit of a whirlwind week....dumb hectic at work...midget still restless at night...still haven't packed for the road trip...owe some people return phone calls...amongst other things.

My homegirl Mari is amazing. she is super-well-connected within's boston non-profit community and holds it down admirably as project hip-hop's executive director. Apparently, PHH has been fielding calls left and right from all over because we seem to have become the default youth-focused organization to which to turn. and that is not a problem at all. But i'd like to see it translate into some increased funding. but anyways, the moral of this story is two-fold. about 3-4 weeks ago, Mari let us know that she was going down to gulfport, miss to offer some tangible help in the form of an extra body. I was soo proud of her, while a bit embarassed that I could (did) not make a similar sacrifice.

So anyways, she also got in the habit of blogging and set up shop next door. she has some really great first-hand commentary on her two-week excursion to the Gulf Coast and her experiences while there. Her most recent post however, is very moving, and I'll let you read it for yourself. But it just goes to show you, that as much as people struggle for a fair shake, there's always a wall of hinderance with which to contend. Here's to hoping that Kristy gets a fairer shake than the one she's gotten so far...because that shT is real fuqed up, duke. And as mad as this shT may make you, then you wind up reading sensationalist journalism like this to cast an even dimmer cloud of skepticism over Katrina evacuees' heads. But you gotta give my homegirl ChezNiki props for already sending in her op-ed letter to let 'em know she don't play that shT. South-Bronx. South-South-Bronx!

Inerestingly enough, Mari's blog reminds me somewhat of the blog of my other homegirl SistaNubia, who is currently in Zambia as a Peace Corps volunteer. Some of the stories that she has shared are all-in-one eye-opening, enlightening, captivating, funny, touching, and just plain interesting. Every time I read a new post on her joint, I feel like Sincere when him and Tionne were in the truck. If the reference eludes you, don't sweat it because only a select few will understand the connection and appreciate it. All of these sisters give me hope and affirmation that a true spirit of social consciousness comes irregardless of socioeconomic status, education, gender, ethnicity, race, or hair texture. It comes from knowing you are, where you've been, and where you're going. And if you don't know where you're going, if you at least got a plan; you can always figure shT out when you get there. Nahmean?