Tuesday, March 2, 2004

Stuff
by tia


Sorry it’s been a minute. Toya’s been sick and swamped with work. And sometime I just don’t have anything to say.

Here’s some tidbits…Leisure reading if you will

Our Society In Further Decay
Not too long ago I wrote about Eamon. For those of you who aren’t familiar, he’s the no talent hack who penned the ever so forgettable “F— It (I Don’t Want You Back).” Sadly, his album debuted at #7 on the billboard charts. Okay he’s my problem; I think it would suffice to say that NO ONE over 18 bought his album. I don’t think it would be a stretch to say that very few people over 16 bought that crap. That means that the majority of the people that now own that garbage are under the legal driving/working age. As non-workers, they get money from, who else, their parents. So am I to believe that parents have completely dropped the ball on what their kids are listening to? Have parents lost all control? Do they have no idea what’s going on? Worst yet, are parents OKAY with their kids filling their heads with songs like…man forget it. Even the titles are too raunchy to type.

I think this kids had dreams of being the next Eminem, the next shock rapper. Somebody better talk to him. Even though I agree with very little that Em has to say I must give him credit. The kid can flow. If you haven’t already, check out the last 15-20 minutes of 8 Mile. The battles remind you how and why Em is where he is. Eamon, honey, you may want to check out your other career options. You’d be a great, um…something. He doesn’t strike me as the sharpest crayon in the box. But I’m sure he could pick up a trade or something.

Disclaimer: The link is to an interview that is LACED with edited obscenities. But it’s so funny. He thinks he’s hard and well, I think I could take him. Be sure to read the comment on people who are calling him a one-hit wonder. If I’d been conducting the interview there would have much pointing and laughing. He can’t be serious.

And Then…
Last week we reported that Britney Spears recently made the decision to follow Christ. Well now it seems as if she’s taken a vow of…ABSTINENCE.

Blowin’ Me Up With His Love

JC Chasez released his first solo album, Schizophrenic, last Tuesday. Where Justin’s cd was a collection of the best songs Michael Jackson never did, JC appears to have rifled through Prince’s never released collection. JC has duplicated Prince in sound and freakiness. The slow jams are, as you would expect them to be, DOPE. (Dear Goodbye HURTS me everytime.) While there are some hot uptempo joints some of the content is, shall we say, sketchy. Overall, it’s not a bad cd. However, if you’re like me and prefer to NOT have someone sing to you about what they do when they’re “alone” you may want to just stick with the ballads.

Basically, keep it away from the children and those who want to maintain pure thoughts.

What is with the kids and marriage?
Beyonce’s little sister Solange reportedly tied the knot with college football player Daniel Smith in the Bahamas last weekend. Do you guys remember when you were 17-years-old and you really liked Brandon, then Darrell, then Maurice…I hope Solange doesn’t get bored as quickly as I did when I was that age.

You are going to want be about this up and coming artist. Don’t say we didn’t try to warn you.

And while you’re at it…Here’s another one to watch. (Keep checking back on this one. The site is a work in progress.)

Because I Can
Okay since the beginning of time I have wanted to live on a coast. I used to want to live in Florida. I wanted to be near my parents and Florida was the closest beach. Ahh, to be young and foolish again. Now, I’ve seen the west coast beaches and they are so much better and neither of my parents live anywhere near the east coast (And I gotta say even if they did it wouldn’t matter too much. I’ve noticed as I’ve gotten older I don’t particularly want to live too close to my parents. I’m just sayin’. I like my freedom) Every time I head out west I never want to leave. It is with great trepidation that I get back on the plane to come back to the dirty, dirty.

Anyway, I’m a Cali girl at heart. That’s why I’m getting skateboarding lessons from one of the girls in the youth group. (I’ve been saying for years that I wanted to learn to skateboard. I better do it before I get too old.) And I’m doing this in July. Don’t Hate.

Finally
The Passion Of The Christ opened last Wednesday. If it doesn’t move you in some way, then you’re dead inside. But seriously, this is one of the most powerful films of our generation. I know that sounds cliché but truth is truth.

A lot of people have said that it’s one of the most violent films ever made. First of all, the last time I checked crucifixions were violent. Second, no one said anything to Quentin Tarintino about Kill Bill. Why? Because it was fiction. The reason people are bothered by this movie, whether they’re willing to admit it or not, is because it’s based on actual events. It’s hard to be detached from human suffering.

I was moved BEYOND tears. To say I was sobbing would be a gross understatement. Yes, the pain that Christ suffered saddened me, but I was more moved that he went through all of that for me. My sin put him on that cross. I nailed him to it. He suffered and died for me. And so often I’m content to just throw God a bone. A prayer on the way out the door, a glance at my Bible (trying to tell myself, “Well, I did “read” my bible today), a cursory “thank you Jesus” when I get a good parking space. I know He deserves so much more than that.

If you haven’t seen it you're one of the few. I encourage you to go. Take a friend and some tissue.

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