I'm never gonna be your saviour Im never gonna be the one...
I fell in love with this dark black + white video done by Twigs with INC. A somber mood resonates and entwines from the lyrics and video.
The beginning opens up in a desert, with the three characters looking quite fatigued, and Twigs looking like she is about to become slightly and gently possessed while laying on a bed in a white dress.
With relationships, I feel that people want to try to be this special person for the other, be their all, while this song tells of a different tale.
So, of course being black, it is expected of me to speak on issues of things regarding the black folk and black experience in America.
(Mike Brown, Trevon Martin, etc and so on)
Because I am a black person. An African American. A person of Negroid features and blood. A person with African Heritage. A person with possibly a few drops of Native American blood in me as well... perhaps. A person who is in their 20s. Someone raised from the SouthSide. Spent time in the "Wild 100's"....amongst some other things.
So of course, I gotta speak my mind on young men being shot point blank, chased by white skint people... right?
Shot in the back, with their heads turned from someone. A police officer, right?
Or those killed who have a fake weapon on them.
But....I am just a college graduate. A college graduate from a private school that can't even drop 4grand to start paying back to get my diploma to show I went to a school and completed it.
I am just a part time worker, getting minimum wage (in Chicago, it is still pretty much set at $8.25 an hour. Keep in mind, its about two dollars higher than what I was making as a teenager in High School.)
So, as a black person, from the hood, if you will, police brutality should not be rewarded with cash or a "time off from work" and a tap on the wrist. You are not Stryker or Sonya from Mortal Kombat, so sit yo belligerent ass down. You do not get a "Heroic Brutality." You do not get a "flawless victory" or an achievement. Sorry not sorry.
On the prowl for something new to consume, I visited N to Watch Paranoia Agent by Satoshi Kon, creator of Paprika and Tokyo Godfathers. Having watched a few of Satoshi’s previous works, and being interested in series that have psychological elements to them, I knew that I would not be disappointed with the art style and obscurity of the storyline.
So, even though it has been only like a few days after I moved, I feel really good. I can save a bit more, and start whittling down some payments for student loans (oh joy... I am just so excited...)
Student loans can kiss my ass
The days seem brighter and more vivid, and I have been getting in more moments of meditation and getting my head straight to really take on the rest of this year. I feel good and hopeful, more creative and productive, and even feel like creating new looks when I go shopping eventually.
Karaoke with the girlz
Every now and then, I go to a bar or a karaoke bar and relax a little bit. Singing helps more than having a quick drink because well... I tend to keep wandering back to thinking about something work related. >____>; How lame!
I feel a little bad that I had to put away a lot of my my gyaru and kawaii things up for a while due to my move. I know somethings I will definitely go back to or pull out for an event or a convention, but I guess this means I really have to focus on planning and working. ahaha. I will try my best to still look not busted or janky when I pick up another job.
Some weeks ago, The Artsy Maid Cafe had a super cute meet up at my favorite cafe downtown!
