It’s almost midnight but I’m determined to get this Sunday Share up and done. I know posting has been sporadic of late, but take these songs as my personal cupcakes to you all.

Ani Difranco: Smiling Underneath - Ani Difranco to me is like the folksy version of Tori Amos. Die-hard fans, quirk and really, really smart. This song doesn’t scream typical Difranco to me and I love that about it.

Jem: Down To Earth - Oh, Jem how I’ve missed you! Few of you will actually remember the Canadian import, but now would be an excellent opportunity to learn why you should know all about her.

Joan Osborne: Little Wild One - Yes, if God where one of us Joan Osborne. It’s so unfortunate when an artist can’t break the stranglehold of a big hit like that and Osborne has been some really good music since that first album. She can add this song to that repertoire.

Lil Wayne feat. Bobby Valention: Mrs. Officer - What’s a week with no Wayne? INCOMPLETE, that’s what. 

I have no valid excuses for my absence. Well, except the lobotomy, but that’s neither here nor there.  I don’t have much to report, I’ve mostly been consumed with all things Ethiopian. I’d say I’ve been busy, but I think that busy is perhaps implying that the things I’m doing have some level of importance and really, they don’t.

This morning, I got on the wrong bus and ended up having to take a nice, long walk to the nearest metro station. Ultimately, I had to laugh at myself because all the signs were pointing to the fact that I’d made a mistake, but I was so consumed in my own thoughts that i just failed to recognize the warning signs. Lesson learned.

Last night I watched Sarah Palin speak and kudos to her speech writers. Y’all do know these people don’t write their own speeches right? She has a very “model” American sentiment about her that I think a lot of people might find endearing, but I still don’t think she needs to be second in command to lead the free world. I’m sure someone could debate the whole truthiness of how I feel, but I’m not buying whatever it is the Republican party is selling right now.

Now, just so you know that I’m still gangsta and I keep it street - I want to make out with (and possibly let him hit a homerun if you know what I mean (and I think you do) - wink and nudge) Lil’ Wayne.

Having a blog when things in your life are in disarray is dangerous territory. Made even more dangerous by the fact that I try to filter myself as little as possible. Still, having said that - there are things that I’ve needed to be very quiet about for risk of hurting people’s feelings or embarrassing myself and frankly, I can’t decide which is worse but that could be my ego speaking.

As I lay down in bed this morning I had this thought that a good relationship is like a dance. The good ones are well-choreographed and move with fluidity; occasionally misstepping but getting right back on track. Of course, learning the dance is hard and it takes practice, but once you learn it - it’s so perfect and to outsiders it looks like you’ve been doing that dance your whole life, even though behind the scenes you were putting in major work.

How does one learn to be better in relationships? To be a better sibling, friend, spouse, parent - is it as simple as good old-fashioned do unto others?

I was hoping that the older I got that life’s mysteries would reveal themselves to me clearly, maybe in a dream or maybe I’d just wake up one day and _know_. That I would suddenly wake up one day and know everything. What a farce! I’ve been here (here being alive on Earth just fyi) almost 30 years and I still know nothing at all. I guess that’s the universe’s way of reminding that I am but a player in the game and that life keeps moving whether I want it to or not.

I wrote this thing about not doing the Sunday Share anymore and then I backtracked because I like to do that and then my browser crashed after I’d written the blurbs about the songs and now I’m sleepy so here is some music. See you next week.

Ashanti - Things You Make Me Do [Feat. Robin Thicke]
Jasmine Sullivan - I Need You Bad (Ft Missy Elliott)
Luther Vandross - A House Is Not A Home