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The Vibe Restructuring: Is this the beginning of the end of my freelance career?

February 18, 2009
A few of the stories I've written for VIBE. As the recession takes hold, what will happen to freelancers?

A few of the stories I've written for VIBE. As the recession takes hold, what will happen to freelancers?

Last week, a rumor zipped throughout the internets. It was posted on a few gossip blogs. And then I noticed a few of my Facebook friends linked to the article on their pages.

Word was, VIBE magazine was experiencing a financial crunch. And that they did not even have money to put out the March issue of the magazine.

I didn’t believe that for a second. I know how the magazine game works. And if a magazine like Vibe went under, it wouldn’t be like that. They’d be able to announce ahead of time that the magazine was folding. It wouldn’t fall apart in mid issue.

At least I hoped not.

The truth was revealed a few days later.


At Last…

February 6, 2009
At Last...someone knows who I am...

I sang the damn song before any of you fools!!!

So yesterday, Etta James broke fool on my girl Beyonce. (And on my president. But I’m not touching that).

I listened to the audio on Wendy Williams’ radio show. And after I picked up my jaw off the floor, I could only shake my head.

I must confess, I don’t know much about Etta James.

But of course, I do think of the song At Last when I hear her name.

But let’s get a few things straight here.

It’s not Etta’s song.


I wish I could sing…

February 5, 2009

Retro Microphone (vector)

When I see that microphone, I want to grab it, tilt it back, open my mouth and have something wonderful come pouring out.

No. I really wish I could sing.

It’s almost unnatural.

And I don’t mean sing a little bit. Carry a tune just enough to get by. I mean, I wish I could really sing. Like, Jennifer-Hudson-at-the-Superbowl-sing. Yes, she was lip-syncing. But she sang it like that somewhere!

My obsession is mostly my mother’s fault.


R.I.P. Domino Magazine.

January 30, 2009


I’m devastated.

Lost, I tell you.

What the hell am I going to do without Domino Magazine?

I don’t watch television. I’ve never seen a complete episode of 24 or American Idol. I abhor reality shows of all kinds. I watch reruns of sitcoms and Yo Gabba Gabba with Tog. I don’t shop unless I have to. Don’t play a sport or participate in nothin’. What do I do?


Friends: Online vs. IRL

January 29, 2009


I’m a member of a loosely-organized coalition of like-minded folks. In my mind, I think of us as Superheroes. ‘Cause truth be told, we’re all pretty bad-ass, in our own unique ways.

We communicate solely via a thread of lengthy emails on Gmail. I’ve been a part of the crew for many years. And we talk about everything from the news of the day to our inner-most thoughts and dreams.


Yup. You read right. In my InBox for the SecretSociety account, there are 13,437 emails. All exchanges between a tight-knit group of people over a period of years and years.

We argue. We fight. We curse each other out.

We support. We bond. We network. We cheer.