The Inheritor

Recently, I inherited some items from a friend moving. This isn’t the first time I’ve collected such items, but as I began to make space for them, I came across things from friends and moves past.

A packet of chai tea. Spare dishes. A bookshelf. Cleaning supplies. Free food (praise Him!). Little reminders that, when used, cause me to remember little moments with people. Those little moments become deep memories, that I recall with fondness. I remember that these moments, these memories, make me what I am today. Each item tells a story, linking me to a moment in time that can’t be repeated, but often relived. Though we may have been separated by distance or circumstance, the imprints left on the heart run deep.With the passing of time, I don’t treasure them any less.

I don’t like moving much. My need for stability fuels that. Something about packing and going, though the acts propel you into something new, seems so finite. I joke sometimes and say I’ll likely live in my current dwelling until an outside job or the prospect of marriage seduces me away. The more I joke, the more I realize it’s not a joke- I truly believe it. I often wonder who will inherit pieces of me whenever the time comes. Do I have to itemize a list with Excel and analyze what will go to whom, and write a long letter? Do I just put everything in my living room and let people have at it? Soon enough, I realize that it will likely happen organically, as much of these friendships have.

As much as my friends have become part of my story, I have to remember I am also a part of theirs. The items might be a tangible reminder of their presence in your life, but the true inheritance is the lifetime of friendship and memories shared, and those to come.

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It’s Friday So Laugh: The Literal Video

Happy Friday!

Almost the weekend for those of us behind desks, in cubicles, or roaming coffee shops for free Wi-Fi. I know most of you are counting down the hours, minutes, seconds, and heartbeats until your weekend begins. Most of you are already mentally clocked out of work, and looking for activities to bide your time. If you’re in the mood for a laugh, I present for approval of the Hive Dwellers (that’s y’all!), the literal video.

What is a literal video, Beez? you ask. Well, it’s a trend I found on YouTube that basically highlights the truth that often, music videos have nothing to do with the songs. The makers of these videos then superimpose lyrics of what’s actually happening in the video (stage and camera direction included) to the tune of the original song, and laughs are had by all. Or just me. So here, I’ll introduce you to some of my favorites. No particular order.

10 “Take On Me”- A Ha
The creator of this video apparently started the trend with it. I am forever thankful to this person.

9 “Total Eclipse of the Heart”– Bonnie Tyler **Embedding’s disabled, so you’ll have to click the link**
What kind of private school would let in these kind of guys? It started off as Hogwarts, now it’s Lord of the Flies!

8 “Love Is A Battlefield” Pat Benetar
Just wait for the choreography scene.

7 “Ghostbusters” Ray Parker
Yes, the movie theme. My only gripe is the sound is a little faint at times. Or through the whole thing.

6 “Sex and Candy” Marcy Playground
The voice is pretty accurate… I need more ‘mmmmb’s, though.

5 “Just a Friend” Biz Markie
Even works for rap videos, where your butlers walk with gangsta leans.

4 “Hello” Lionel Richie
Way to highlight the stalker aspects of this video.

3 “Fireflies” Owl City
I know a lot of folks hated this song, but I find it special. Love the literal video being frustrated with pacing.

2 “I Wanna Sex You Up” Color Me Badd
I think part of what makes it funny is the horrible singing. Pelvic thrust, right jab, Sosa.

1 “Billie Jean” Michael Jackson
I’m sure you know if there was a Thrillermaker video made, I was including this on the list, right? This was actually the first one I ever saw, and alerted me to the trend. Duh-nuh. Elbow dance!

So, what do you think? Will the literal versions of these songs be stuck in your head like they are in mine? Which is your favorite? If you have any favorites not on the list, feel free to share.

Happy Weekend!

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Beezy Needs a Brand New Bag.

Hello. Fancy seeing me here. I’ll spare the excuses, just know that isht has gotten real. And I’m dealing with it, much like the good Beez I am. But anyway, the title of the tale should clue you in a bit: I need a new all-purpose bag. I almost want to call the bag “Old Rusty,” like my old apartment, but I fear that I have used all of my mileage with that term, so I’ll just explain how Baggy Mack got into my life.

The backstory: 
About 5 years ago, I was doing my normal perusing of the local Old Navy, probably for clearance tanks and performance fleece. In the clearance section, I found a black sling bag for 97 cents (sidenote to the sidenote: I find a lot of things at this particular Old Navy for 97 cents– most recently, a DRESS. Yep, they’ll forever have me as a customer.). I’ve never gotten into the habit of wearing purses, a fact that probably still makes Mama Beez want to disown me from time to time, but I figure I’ll be a real grown up lady one day. It’s a process. Seeing it as a basic black bag, no frills, plus the fact that I needed something more than a backpack to carry everyday, I took the offer.

Me and Baggy Mack hit it off immediately. I took him everywhere, save formal events. It was my explorer pack in foreign cities like Chicago, my resource bag when taking windy nature walks at home, and a few friends can even attest to my tendencies to keep a little of everything in him, including first- aid. Sure enough, I had a mom bag. My sister-in-law wondered about the whole lack of compartments, but I, not knowing much about bag-ness, decided I didn’t need much, as long as I had Baggy Mack. Check out our journey below:

Me and some folks I’m related to. 🙂 2006
Another of my good friends. 2006
First straightening after growing a fro for 2 years- 2007.
My Chicago travel companion, 2010.
Holder of water bottles, cell phone chargers and extra batteries, iPods, books for long bus and train rides… I’m getting emotional. No Carl Thomas.
A sidekick even when my human sidekick is unavailable. Identity concealed b/c he didn’t appreciate me letting him leave the house like that.

Some years down the line, I noticed a hole. That hole became a rip, which resonated in my heart. Was my beloved knapsack falling to pieces, and I didn’t have a suitable replacement? I questioned how it could have happened: Did I let someone’s baby carry it? I didn’t get it caught in any rear bus doors since that one time! Does falling on a bag put stress on it? Sure enough, none of the things that were happening were my fault. Baggy Mack is just getting old. I even tried to ignore the telltale shoulder rash from me carrying it on the ‘usual spot’– the fact that I had a usual spot…  Let’s see:

The front. Even the zipper area and shoulder strap is getting frayed.
Is that a tear? 
A rip on the side. Oh, my darling. 
A sampling of my daily wares: hat, book, bandage, church handouts, kool-aid single, gum, 3 types of lip balm, notebook and pen… 

With that said, I need a new bag. Perhaps it’s time for me to transition into grown lady bags, but I don’t have the knowledge or patience to scour through stores and websites. To me, THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME, and it’s pretty confusing. Much like shoe shopping. I can probably take a needle and thread to Baggy Mack to prolong his eventual demise, but I feel like I should introduce a new sack to get the both of us acclimated in the meantime. So, friends, if you’re willing to share and answer, I have a few questions:

  • What style of bag do you use for everyday carriage? 
  • Do you have a variety of bags (purses, clutches, backpacks, etc.), or do you stick to the ‘one bag fits all’ philosophy like I have? 
  • Do you know of a place (or website) where I can get one that will stand the test of time, like my dear Baggy Mack? Any preferred brands? (PS- I will accept hand-me-downs.) 

Other than that, let’s just say I’m back in business. Shoulder strain and all.


PS- Check out the my verbose friend Naturally Alise’s blog today. It features an exchange between the two of us about New Edition. For those who don’t know who NE is, click this and this. Love youse!

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Flashback Friday: YouTube Edition

Remember a loooong time ago when I was supposed to start posting some kind of reminder of the near-distant past?

Yeah, me neither, but anyway, it was something I started a while back, and dropped the ball on. Since I’m up randomly at 2:30 on a Friday morning (the saga of the un-gainfully employed), I decided to give it a shot again. I didn’t have any ideas as far as what to post, until I remembered that I frequently watch videos on YouTube (aka- the portal to unproductivity). Today, you will see a few of the videos I have deemed buzz-worthy.

See what I did there? *chuckles*

First up, we have “Spread My Wings,” by Troop. Most of you know them by their single “All I Do Is Think of You” in the late 80’s, but did you know it was a remake of the 1975 song, originally recorded by the late (*sigh* I still can’t believe that one) great Thrillermaker and his brothers? Well, now you do. This video is the 90’s. The hair, the clothes, the impromptu dancing upon rooftops… just YES.

Next up, I have Bill Withers’ “Use Me.” You probably know Bill from either his duet with Grover Washington, “Just the Two of Us,” or the ever-popular “Lovely Da(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)y,” among other songs. I chose this live version mostly because I dig the opening, and how you just hear the whole song come together piece by piece. Also, can’t you see how stoopid funky fresh the drummer is? Just nod your head to this tale of a relationship one knows he must get out of, but it hurts so good.

Now, I have Bobby Caldwell’s “What You Won’t Do For Love” up next. If you don’t know this version, you probably know the 2Pac sampled version, “Do For Love.” This song was a staple in our household growing up, and I’m pretty sure I knew the words to it before I knew what it meant. Of course, I had my mind blown when I found out that this soulful voice that I bobbed to frequently belonged to a caucasian man, but let’s just say it changed the way I thought of White men from that day forward. HE FAHN- ponytail and all!!
If 8 year old Beez would have understood the finer points of catapulting undergarments at the time, let’s just say we may have had a Hottie McHotpants on our hands. 😉 I’ll just let you enjoy this one. By the way, I just found out that Boyz II Men (II Geezers) covered this song on a throwback album they did a year or so ago… FUH’ WHAT?! I’ll listen to it later (or not).

Finally, a song that has been sampled until the cows came home, got sick of being there, and decided to go out for ice cream: DeBarge’s “A Dream.” I find it funny that a lot of people don’t know this version, but they know the Mary J. Blige version, the 2Pac version (again), the Blackstreet version, or any other sampled piece. I like this DeBarge song in particular because the sister, Bunny, sings lead on it, which is just about unheard of in El land. Remind me to tell you of the time that I thought El was a woman- wouldn’t be too hard to believe listening to “I Like It,” or better yet, “Time Will Reveal” quite frequently as a little’un! Mind. Blown.

Following is a cool little video that basically condenses all of the songs I have highlighted above:

That’s all I have for this week. What are some old songs lurking in your YouTube favorites? Anything here surprise you?

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In Memory of a Lost Art- Ode to the Jingle

Well, fair people, I’ve been taking up real estate on ol’ couchy for a while while the wheezing and sneezing subside. I realized at one point, though, how much the commercial jingle has been lost in the shuffle between “HeadOn, Apply Directly to the Forehead” and “Stinky! Stinky! Stinky! Hefty! Hefty! Hefty!” repetitiveness. Anyway, in the midst of hacking my lungs up and feeling like I swallowed a thousand ticklers, I began to compile what is, in my opinion, some of the best commercial jingles- EVARR!! *cue dramatic lighting and music, a la “Who Wants to be a Millionaire* In addition, I’ll add them for your viewing pleasure.

[Ruckus Voice] Sing along, if ya know the woyds. [/Ruckus Voice]

11. My Buddy/Kid Sister: If you’re too young to know what these are, think of a nicer Chucky doll. that is, if you’re old enough to know about the “Child’s Play” series… Oh, the 80’s. I can’t say I know of anyone who had a My Buddy, or Kid Sister. Seemed kind of… off.

10. Next up on our journey, the one, the only… Light Brite! I used to want one of these baaader than Michael Jackson was in the subway station. Glad I didn’t get one, lest I would’ve been disappointed to see Christmas lights and black construction paper…

9. and 8. These oldies but goodies go to good old board games, that I happened to remember off the top of my head. Remember when game commercials basically gave you the instructions in the jingle?

*crickets* No? Well, here’s Perfection and Twister, to either jog your memory, or learn ya something… Remember the word jog for the next one….

7. Now, remember when I said to remember jog? Well, I lied about jogging. The next one is all about skipping… it! I still imagine my parents knew best by not gettting me one, considering my state of hopeless clumsiness. Beez + Skip It! = Playground Fatality. In a nutshell.

But the very best thing of all- there’s a counter on this ball!

6. You’re not fully clean unless… your towel has awesome snapping power. Enjoy!

5. Getting hungry? I thought so. Between me and you, I think the other kid had the right idea… dang peer pressure. He didn’t want to be one- why is that so bad?!?

4 and 3. Before Stride enlisted the aid of goats to get people to spit out their long lasting gum, they used to just, well, kiss it out! That, or go parasailing.

“Take a sniff, pull it out”– seriously? They let this air?

2. If you’re ever questioned about shenanigans you may or may not have engaged in, pull out some of these suckas. Everyone will understand.

Nope, still looks like you sat in wet paint. Idiot. You WILL NOT get the job.

1. And here’s my all time favorite jingle… the only one that counts is number 1, right? The others are in random order, but here’s my top. I hate the candy, but love the jingle. It’s so sweet and endearing (probably the opposite of Beez, but who’s counting?) With no further ado, Tootsie Roll!

Too bad whatever it is I think I see does not become a Tootsie Roll to me. Life would be sweeter, no pun intended. Hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane, and if you’d like to enlighten me, let me know some of your favorite jingles! Maybe this can keep going!

Take care,

P.S.- Shouts out to Mika, who is the first person to subscribe to the BeezHive. Won’t you be my neighbor too?

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