REFORMATION
Too many of you guys are leaving. It’s funny that I’d been considering change for such a long time. However, I’m not going anywhere. What I will say is that I believe (as I have for a long time) that I need to step up and truly begin to create pieces of substance. So, I probably won’t be back for a short while, but I’m coming back NEW & IMPROVED!
Since I am in the office, I won’t be able to really convey my thoughts on "Their Eyes Were Watching God".
Prefaced by Oprah Winfrey, we all knew that we’d be looking out for "the kiss". Aside from the fact that Michael Ely is so damn sexy that I almost forgot to be mad about this "ok" kiss, I felt the movie was good. Just good.
To be honest with you, I didn’t see Janie throughout the movie. I saw Halle. Someone stated that it was good that the dialect was taken out of the film. I have to disagree with that comment. If there is anything that I believe Zora Neale Hurston would have liked to see in that movie, it would have been her brilliant depiction of the Southern dialect.
Here and there, we heard it. But just the choppiness of the usage bothered me. I looked passed Teacake’s light skin (which was darkened for this movie…cuz he’s not that dark is he?) and even the fact that Halle Berry was doing the acting. But all in all, I was not overly impressed.
I applaud Oprah for trying to bring to life, a book that never got it’s proper due. I applaud her for acknowledging a woman that died a pauper. I recognize the attempt. But each minute I watched kept me a yawn away from falling asleep.
The very last minute of the movie showed Halle (I mean, Janie) wading in beautiful tourquoise waters, peering past the majestic trees, and into the wonderous firmament. It was those last few seconds of the movie that I felt that Zora would be proud. Aside from dialect, this book focused extensively on nature. Captivating that scene was just brilliant.
I’ll likely take this down later and do another formal "review".
If I had to do it all again
I wouldn’t take away the rain
Cuz I know it make me who I am
If I had to do it all again
I’ve learn so much from my mistakes that’s how I know he is watching me
-Again, Faith Evans
I’ve never been a Faith Evans fan. I’ll admit that I’ve jammed to a song or two of hers, but overall she hasn’t been a favorite artist. I do own one of her albums. I didn’t buy it though.
The other night the video for her new song Again came on. Something about the song captivated me. There was something so pure and honest in her voice and in the words that I couldn’t help but really listen. I remember when Faith first came on the scene. I remember her Mary J. Blige beef. I remember all those negative things that were affiliated with her. But all of that left my memory when I saw her the other night. There was something pure about who she is now, something calm. I sensed that she had finally found peace. And I was genuinely happy for her.
I’ve been through quite a lot to be so young. I’ve had many opportunities that I’ve taken advantage of. I’ve even wasted many of them. I’ve always had dreams of being in the limelight. Rather, I’ve always wanted to be known name. I don’t so much care for the limelight. But as I’ve grown, I’ve learned that the limelight can be one of the worst places for someone to be.
I couldnt have my life dissected under a microscope. I couldn’t deal with people questioning me or the sincerity of things that I’ve done. I couldn’t bare to see half the people hurt that would if my life was in the limelight. I couldn’t live like that.
But if I had to do it all again, I would change a few things. But I’d keep the bad because they certainly have made me who I am. And though I can’t give anyone a clear and concise definition of who cee is, I can say that she is a culmination of willpower and uncontrollable negative circumstances.
I’m not a bourgie ass snob from the suburbs, nor will I ever be. I’m not a conformist. I’m not a diva (though I have some tendancies). I’m from a broken home. I’ve dealt with the drug game and the sex game. I’ve been broken. I’ve been put down. But it has only made me who I am.
It is only with time that we begin to learn these things about ourselves. I’m not professing to be old, but I believe that I have the authority to say that no matter how grown we think we are, or how much we think we know, age changes things.
I’ve grown up in ways that I never believed I could. I can only imagine who I’ll be in another ten years.
I think that’s why I love that song so much. It’s not because she is singing it particularly different or better than usual. It’s because, for the first time, I could look at someone that has grown in marked ways, and see how I too am doing the same.
It’s about time I grew up.
While climbing up the ladder of success
Don’t let the boys look up your dress.
They’ll say you’re cute. They’ll say you’re fine
But 9 months later, they’ll say it’s not mine…
I don’t know what made me think about that as I was just sitting here.
LOL..Maybe, its the fact that I’m just sitting here. Let me find something to do.
