Don't ever send me the email equivalent of chain letters. Just don't. This is your last warning.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
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Thursday, January 5, 2017
But honestly, fuck them. I'll vote Justice in 2020. They can stay the tiny little boutique party for disaffected Democrats who secretly long for the days when the Clintons ran everything. I'm done with that bullshit. I want real change, not anymore of that Republican Lite.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
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Saturday, December 31, 2016
Thursday, December 29, 2016
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Sparky got me Vivian Howard's cookbook for Christmas. (If you don't know who Vivian is, then look her up you lazy uninformed bastards.) And I decided to make one of her restaurant's most popular dishes, pimento cheese grits with salsa.
The verdict: DELICIOUS. The grits were fantastic and the pimento cheese and salsa complimented each other like crazy. I am definitely making this dish again.
Confession #2: I didn't follow Vivian's recipe exactly, I used it as a template rather than something to exactly slavishly follow. Mine turned out fine, even if they were a little less crispy looking then hers looked in her cookbook.
Sidenote, once I finish reading her cookbook I will review it here, so stay tuned.
Monday, December 26, 2016
Sunday, December 25, 2016
Looking back on it all I'm not sure how they always pulled it off because we were dirt poor living hand to mouth in the projects in Detroit. I'm sure they borrowed money from the rest of the family, I can only imagine how hard it must have been for them to ask, but somehow they always came through. Mom had it rough raising five kids on a shoestring while having to deal with a mentally husband who was in and out of the hospital all the time, but somehow she did. And dad had it rough dealing with his illness in a day when it was nearly verboten to admit that one had a mental illness. They dealt with things the best way they could and they did a hell of a job. I wish they were both here so I could thank them in person.
Mom and dad, you were the best. The absolute best. Happy eternity where ever you are.
Friday, December 23, 2016
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Friday, December 9, 2016
The woman from the local magazine who wanted me to do her job for her without paying me finally contacted me back after I sent her another email saying that I took her silence to mean that she would not paying me for writing for her little publication. This was her response to me:
"Actually you won't be writing for our publication. It was an offer for you to talk about yourself and help promote your artwork and use our magazine as a vehicle to do so, but if you do not want to, then that is your prerogative. In the 6 years we've been producing our magazine, we have never been asked to pay for a feature, so thanks, but no thanks. We already have other artists that are willing to send us stories and pictures of their work without need for compensation."
And so I responded by sending her this:"Actually you were asking me to work for your publication. For free. I don't produce any work for corporate media for free. The other artists who are willing to produce articles for you are suckers who have fallen into the trap of providing work for you for free because 'it's good exposure.' Which is bullshit because in this area exposure in publications like yours is meaningless because of the scarcity of art galleries that sell original work at fair prices.
Also, just because your magazine gets distribution, that doesn't mean that people read it. I've seen it and have never ever picked up a copy. It's someone's vanity production."
Then the more I thought about it the more pissed off I got and I sent her this as well:
"I'm still not sure you understand what you are asking of people. So, let me break it down for you, if you get paid for doing work for that magazine, then anyone else who writes for it should get paid as well. It's actually pretty simple. "
I'm not going to link to the publication in question because to do so would give them exposure and if they want me to advertise their product, then they're going to have to pay me. And also because linking them would ruin my perfect record of never viewing their website, along with my never having read one issue of their little magazine.
This incident proves yet again that the local corporate media in my area of east TN is really awful.
The co publisher of the magazine in question sent me a private message on Facebook telling me the humble beginnings of her little publication and how enlightened they are for not charging artists for doing stories on them. She went on to say a bunch of other horse shit but what it boiled down to was that she's not going to pay me to write for her magazine because she thinks the exposure in her rag is worth more than money. To which I said: