Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.

Henry Miller

When you have no more dining hall money you...

1. Go out of town to your mom's house and make her buy you sustainable groceries.

• apples
• bananas
• not strawberries (b/c they go bad on your microwave and you just wasted a lot of money like your mom warned you not to)
• big ass bag of cheerioes (only half the supersized BJ's wholesale package)
• Giant carton of Almond Breeze Almond Milk

2. Pray that these will hold you over for the week you have left of school

3. When you realize they won't start making dining dates off campus to start spending money you don't have.

4. Buy a giant bag of kettle corn from the fair that is taking place in the center of campus that is selling a bunch of unaffordable folky ass shit

5. Eat the giant bag of kettle corn until your stomach hurts and you are still paying for it the next day....shame

Me, Malcolm, and the Evil Bag of Kettle Corn.. in the libs... not writing 'our' finals.

Black Masculinity in America

I have been on a binge/ used my classes as an excuse within the past couple days to delve deep into understanding the institutions tropes etc. That make the men I love the way they are...difficult to love often. I jokingly say it is me "getting to know the enemy," the fact is I am almost half serious. That half of the ankh for me and many black women my age has indeed been a source of a lot of anguish, pain, growth, torture, surprise, hope, disappointment. Our fathers, brothers (bloodline and otherwise), and the men we take as companion often bring back around the notion that the ankh is still in desperate need of healing.

Here is a movie I am watching (supposedly) for a paper I am writing:

I am A Man: Black Masculinity in America

M.i.A

(Some of) What I have been doing instead.

Clothing/Mission Steez

CLLLIIIICK MEEEEEE

The nuance of this as a love song... she keeps speaking in past tense.. But OD.. itssssss hellllaaaa more than just a... this is how beautiful what was..was

But word like..

Songs needa stop getting me open..

its not okay.

YO....

this is sooo wrong and problematic at the end

especially considering I feel like the beat is on some Gospel type vibe..

but ..what can i say.. it got me homie