I was about to...

...go on a hiatus. I was kinda pissed about the Black Weblog Awards (mainly at myself, followed by calling them a bunch of LOSERS WITH A FUCKED UP SYSTEM), followed by a lot of BS going on both in my personal and work life. Then I realized I kinda already did go on a hiatus, so now I guess was the first day I actually said it out loud.

But I sat on the train (yeah, the #1 train) realizing I have so much to talk about, just by looking through my camera pics. I've done a lot, but I've gotten so caught up in my daily job, my blog has become awfully quieter than it's original intent.

That said, a while back I challenged myself to a 7-day blog post challenge. I think I made it two posts on the first day...then nothing. I guess I need to take baby steps with this...I also blame the celebrities, who go on a hiatus from being assholes, then all start acting up at the same time. And some of it just isn't worth a blog post to me, but I also must realize that you, my 15 followers, along with those who'd like to rather not say they read my blog, care about these things. So I should say something about them. The going-ons...stuff.

I've also had this fear of being brutally honest, (seriously) I mean, once it's out there on the Internets, it's everywhere. Remember, I want to be a CEO, I don't need this shit haunting me...but then again, it's my journey. I doubt I will be the same person I am now at 40, because I damn sure am not the girl I was at 20. By then, I should have enough props to be a proper CEO.

Until then...time to really meet Black Daria. It's time for some feelings to get hurt, including my own...so here we go...

I thought you should know about this debacle, as I find it to be amusing...Amber Rose pics came flying up last week because someone out there in the media decided we should see breasts at least once a month, and definitely a naked body should circulate to keep our mind off the fact that some kids in the US can't read.

Amber was available for the task, then, BOOM...someone goes into an archive and pulls out Grace Jones:

Amber Rose

Grace Jones

Amber Rose

Grace Jones

After seeing this on Gossip Jacker, a site I am slowly becoming addicted to, I laughed because isn't it just...funny? Got some questions though....

1. There's nothing wrong with paying homage to someone who came before you and defy odds of some sort. Amber's trip towards stardom certainly must have equated Grace Jones rise to stardom...oh yes, totally.

2. Who took the Complex Pictures? Was the point to jack Grace Jones looks because that's who she's been put up against? Is it the bald head?

3. If this were America's Next Top Model, who would Tyra pick to win this right now? Seriously, think about if these pictures were up on the screen next to each other...you know how Tyra and her crew would have done this deliberation...

Ok, enough of my questions...what are your thoughts? Amber Rose doesn't really care, BTW, she says so everytime Mediatakeout talks about her...just thought you should know, and how I know is because I follow her on Twitter...hey, she just might say something stupid, and I may be able to catch it...or something.

Go on...discuss. If you want to see more of these fabulous pictures, please visit my friends here. I jacked them, so I owe them. That's how this works, or so they say.

xoxo,

Black Daria ;/

The Seven Day Blog Challenge - Day 1 (as of 4/9/09)

***Editor's note...I wrote this 7 days ago, so just add 7 days to everything I said...oh, and one more follower...go Black Daria.***

I'm not sure if I've ever, since starting this blog back in December, remember if I've written for seven days straight on my blog. I have plenty of excuses...I respect writing, and I don't think just posting a few pics with a couple lines that are not really saying much helpful...I'd like to think I respect the Blogosphere a bit more than that...

If I really told you what's happened in my life in the last 7 days, you'd probably ask me some questions I don't really feel like answering right now...so I am just not going to go there, to spare you the bullshit details that often block my abilities to write everyday.

Call it lack of motivation, but it was a couple of Facebook posts today that really got me to thinking about how all I have is ME...and this blog...and 11 followers (to date).

Remembering a few of my goals, I assume that at this point, the best thing for me to do to really do this shit is to write for 7 days straight. I think it was in my Marketing Management class where we discussed it taking at least 21 days to fall into a daily routine and make it habitual...I am going for 7 because I know myself...I don't think I'm ready for a 30-day challenge...I mean it's not Bikram Yoga, just saying...

ON THE #1 TRAIN - ENTRY #2

This train never ceases to amaze me as being the shittiest train line in New York...I am sure trains that even locals don't ride, like the G train (no offense, but your problems are on a different scale) however, the fact that some asshole (or a couple, depending on who tells the story) want to raise fares to $2.50 is no less short of preposterous. I wonder if they know that a lot of people's paychecks are not reinbursing for this friendly thing called inflation.

I'd also like to state that I don't know why, but it amazes me to no end how people like to sit on two seats instead of one, just to be able to not have to sit next to someone...isn't that why people take taxis? I generally reserve the taxi comment for people who, on a crowded train, think you shouldn't get close to them...do you think I want to smell your hot coffee breath that's marinated for two hours before your Lox Onion bagel? People like the man in Blue/Purple sweater I'd love to smack and then be able to get away with it...ridiculous.


Source: Sorry, don't remember what I typed in Google images to get this flick, hopefully dude won't sue me.

David Patterson and these clowns all need to ride the trains for a week to get a glimpse into the life...are you telling me the money has just evaporated into the air, yet I am the one to be responsible...Obama, can you spare a dime on this one? I've given up many civil liberties, but this one really kicks me a little too far up my ass.

If you're offended by the multiple curse words, you know I don't give a shit right? OK, good.

Have a happy train ride.

xoxo,
Black Daria

Friday Night Videos on an Early Saturday morning, and Riding the #1 train...

It's Friday. Time to think about all the things that happened this week. So many things, the perfectionist in me couldn't keep up. Although the ball fumbled a bit, I managed to pick it back up.

OK, enough bullshit analogies.

I haven't done Friday Night Videos because frankly, I hadn't been inspired by much. But before we get into all that, I'd like to enter a new series into the mix, entitled, "On the Number 1 Train."

This train is a shitty one. THE WHOLE WORLD rides this train...seems there must be 4 million people that live between South Ferry and 242 St. - Van Cortlandt Park...and about 2 million going to work in between these stops. Some of them are floaters from the east. Getting off at 42nd Street means all of that...and tourists.

But there were two signifigant conversations that happened with two fathers and their daughters that happened right next to me.

On Thursday, there was a little girl whose father was reading to her...it was a Dr. Seuss book. She was about 5 and pretty good at it, but after I pulled out my iPhone, she got a little distracted. The purple gloves and purple iPhone case are also a big hit with little girls.

Her dad was patient...I was impressed. He helped her with colors, stopped and asked her what types of animals were in the pictures...it wasn't just about reading the words to her. And she was super smart. I felt proud he was a black dad doing this at 8:53 AM.

Then she started singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" in the cutest kid voice, followed by "Old McDonald." While I was sitting there playing BeJeweled 2 trying to not think about all I had to do, she was singing without a care in the world. A friendly reminder about why I love kids so much.

At 96th Street, she got off the train. I don't know why, but she waved and said "Byeee!" to me, so I said it right back. It was a nice start to the day, and I was OK with the 1 train.

Unfortunately, the story above that probably makes you want to throw up in your mouth a little bit is normally not my experience. Today the dad I saw was bashing the little girl's mom...she was about 8. He proceeded to tell her about her mom's drug problems, and how she will never stop because she loves to smoke. It was loud enough for all to hear...and I couldn't believe it...keeping it real parenting? Did I miss something in a Parenting magazine?

A completely different conversation between a father and daughter...pretty wierd but gave me a lot to ponder.

Overall, the 1 Train sucks...I am sure there are more stories to come, because that train is really too much sometimes.

Onto the videos:

Alanis Morisette - "Ironic"



I love this song and album and anyone who knew me in HS knows this...and I mean knows me...

Alanis Morissette - "Perfect"




She never made a video for this one, so sorry for the corny ass screensaver show, but this song is dope as hell...someone needs to make it over...hmmm.

xoxo,
Black Daria