Sunday, March 30, 2008

I Knew Them When...




Not really, but I did see them last year in the San Francisco Hip Hop Dancefest 2007 .

I got seriously hooked on America's Next Dance Crew recently. One of the groups that made it to the finals was Live in Color from Miami. My husband and I kept saying, "Live in Color?" Isn't that the group from the Hip Hop Dancefest?" These guys tore it up in San Francisco last year. The audience roared and yelled and someone screamed "Hallelujah." You really didn't get a chance to see just how good they were on America's Next Dance Crew.

Everytime I see people dancing with passion and talent, I wish I hadn't been so damn practical when I was younger. I should have been dancing. Who cares about bills? Being impetuous and irresponsible is what being young is all about. Now I'd just look like an almost 40 year old shaking her booty. (almost. ALMOST. I've still got three and a half years to go before 40.) Not to say that I'd dance like Live In Color, 'cause that wasn't my style, but just to dance -- it's a feeling I can't even explain.

Be Aware. Be Very Aware.

This is very cool. I'm not even going to say anymore so I don't ruin it for you.

Awareness Test


As an added bonus: the title of this post is derived from a line in a 1980's movie remake. Can you tell me, oh imaginary readers, for 200 points and the win, what movie it is from?

8th Annual Big Wheel Race

SF Station TV Coverage of the Event

How upset was I that I missed this? Okay. I know I need to grow up. But I always wanted a Big Wheel. What better than to revisit your childhood and get to race a Big Wheel down a crowded, possibly steep hill, then pull on the brake and spin out at the bottom...okay, you're right, I'm crazy. I just looked at more pictures, including one of a guy who scraped his arm all up rolling in this thing. Maybe not. But I still wish I had had a Big Wheel when I was a kid.
Here's more, including bumps and bruises - yuck.: jonbrumit.com/byobw.html

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Big Mouth, Small Brains, part I

I was working at the front desk a while ago when a man that I've helped before came up to me with a reference question. I answered his question, and he thanked me profusely, telling me, as he had before, that I have a really good attitude. I found it strange that he kept telling me this, since I work with the public and it seems like I'd better have a good attitude if I want to do my job well.

You know when you know that something's wrong with someone, but you just want to give them the benefit of the doubt so they will hurry up and get the hell out of your face? I knew what he was up to, and I was trying to keep the smile on my face. But he hadn't yet finished showing me just how dumb he was, so the next thing out of his mouth was "I bet you have a lot of white people in your family." I kid you not.

Because I was trying to keep that good customer service going (and because I'm a good Black girl who has been taught to take pity on those less mentally blessed than myself), I said, "There are a couple." Which is true. There are a couple. Not counting the people who probably raped my ancestors, there are a couple of white people who have married into my family - because they were smart enough to know a good thing when they saw it, and to admit it publicly. But I don't consider that a compliment, though I know that's how he meant it. And the fact that he meant it as a compliment absolutely does not keep me from being completely offended by it. It's as if he was saying that I couldn't possibly have a good attitude, answer his questions correctly and give him good customer service if I didn't have white ancestors to offset all the negative blackness in me. Please.

I just had to share this with you because of course this happened in the "liberal bastion" of Berkeley. (At least, according to Berkeley residents.) I swear, I am tired of hearing Northern Californians tell me I must have had a hard time getting used to it out here. Why? Because everyone in CT is so conservative-not true, or because it takes two and a half times the money to live here that it does in CT--now that is true. I am tired of hearing how they didn't think any Black people lived in New England (so where did me, my mother, her family, my father, his family, my sisters and a bunch of our friends come from?), or hearing that where I'm from isn't diverse (when all you've done is drive through my home state on your way to a vacation spot), or that they aren't surprised about ignorant comments or actions I might tell them about that I encountered before I came out here, because, of course, that was in Connecticut. This self-congratulatory attitude that I've run into here about how liberal and diverse everything is here is just too much.

There's a lot that's cool here, don't get me wrong, but the Bay Area is by no means paradise, and Connecticut isn't evil just because your only view of it is the TV view: big-ass mansions and snobby people riding horses. If I had a big-ass mansion in Connecticut, don't you think I would have stayed there? Long story short, California has it's share of conservatives and no shortage of racists too, even here in the Bay Area.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Oops!

So this is seeming less and less like a library blog, which is really okay with me, but I thought I'd mention it in case you just happened upon this blog and actually expected me to say something about libraries! Oh, foolish one, why would you ever think that? *smile*

I am slowly following the list of 15 things that I'm supposed to learn about. I have signed up for RSS feeds from a few websites (and I might even add some library ones at some point). I haven't even scratched the surface of what you can do with RSS feeds - did you know that you can set up your RSS feed so you are informed everytime a new picture comes up on Flickr for a subject that you are interested in. For instance, "Libraries" or something silly like that.

Photo courtesy of Erik Van Hannen, Flickr.com

Where is the Love?

Lala
Liya Kebede

I'm a librarian, but my first love is fashion - not always evident in the clothes I wear, but that's another story to be told another time. Anyway, I just read a couple of articles that stated that Black models haven't been used as much as in times past. I have to say that I'm not completely surprized, but I also wonder where all the other models of color were (and I don't mean Caucasian models who happen to be born and/or raised in "exotic" locations - and yes, of course there are gorgeous Caucasian models too, but my point is that there's plenty of room for everyone). If you think that all the Black models retired with Iman, America's Next Top Model (and even my favorite, Project Runway, to a smaller extent) has proven that there still are little girls of color who want to grow up to be supermodels, so why aren't they on the runway?
Du Juan
Du Juan

Runways Fade to White. New York Times, October 14, 2007

Fashion Week Runways Almost a Total Whitewash. Jezebel.com, February 11, 2008

Where Are All The Black Models? Start By Asking Anna Wintour. Jezebel.com, October 15, 2007

It seems to me that the argument that Black models (and other models of color) do not sell magazines (or whatever else) is a load of it. Its the same argument that Hollywood bigwigs use to explain away their inability to cast more than just a couple of Black, Asian and Latino actors (don't even get me started on the tendency to stick them right in the proverbial stereotype box when they do get cast). I'm feeling quite optimistic today, but I'm feeling like there are a lot of people who will buy from (or pay to see a movie starring, or vote for) someone whose work they appreciate. And sometimes, its about who gets pushed on us as the "next great new thing." Who's in charge of that? If those in charge think a particular person is not going to be appealing to the "whiter" population, they won't hire them, which just becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Elsa Benitez
Elsa Benitez

As Obama's popularity (and number of delegates) has shown, not all people in the general population (and not just in my "progressive" neck of the woods) are as closed-minded as people in fashion and entertainment (and the news media?) would like to think. However, I do wonder about those who are in charge of the magazines, the fashion houses, the booking agents, the casting agents, and the movie producers. I think it's their closed-mindedness we really have to worry about.

**(Update: I have to say that I had the hardest time finding images of high fashion Latina and Asian fashion models - does that say more about me or about who the fashion industry chooses to promote? And don't even think about mentioning Gisele Bundchen as an example of a Latina model. Just being from Brazil does not make you Latina. And yes, I am aware of Jaslene Gonzalez - Boriqua! - but I was looking for established editorial models.)

All photos courtesy of Photobucket.com -thanks Photobucket!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Back in the Day

Fat Albert

I was checking out "Long Live the Message" http://themessageshow.blogspot.com/ when I noticed a post for "What We Grew Up On." It made me think off all those things I miss from when I was a kid. Like this:

superfriends
1. The Super Friends. I got up early one morning a few years ago to watch my favorite Saturday morning cartoons, and they were gone! Of course, I can't even remember when I last watched them - probably before I got my first job at 15, which was "mmhmm-muffle-muffle" years ago. (Pay attention. If you really want to know my age, you'll probably figure it out)

As an only slightly related aside, did you know that San Francisco has a Hall of Justice? I guess it has a jail and superior court's criminal division, but everytime I pass it, all I can think of is..."Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice." from the Super Friends. It never fails to make me laugh (or at least giggle.)
road runner
2. Other Great Saturday morning standbys - Bugs Bunny/Road Runner, and Fat Albert (maybe Fat Albert didn't come on Saturday mornings, but I can't imagine when else I would have been watching it. Maybe Saturday afternoon instead?)

bionic woman
3. The Bionic Woman - as much as I loved Wonder Woman, Jaime Sommers was my girl. She wasn't super cool like some superheros. She wasn't an Amazon. She wasn't born with superpowers, and I loved that she was stronger than she looked. She was just ordinary - if you didn't count the bionic legs, arm and ear and the fact that she was a tennis pro before she became a schoolteacher. Plus, you could make all sorts of sound effects when you pretended to be her. That was the best. "Chhhh-chhhh-chhh."

More later. Blogger's been giving me fits.