Why? Because this will be a really useful reference for me. All signs are represented, but the most diva of the divas seem to be Aries and Leos. Surprise! Judy Garland was a Gemini, Liza an Aries, Barbra and Cher were Taureans. Madonna was a Leo. I don't care about any of them, but they are important divas I guess.
Always in my heart-
Sylvester - September 6, 1947 - Virgo
Aaliyah - January 16, 1979 - Capricorn
Amii Stewart - January 29, 1956 - Aquarius
Ann-Margret - April 28, 1941 - Taurus
Ann Peebles - April 27, 1947 - Taurus
Aretha Franklin - March 25, 1942 - Aries
Beyoncé - September 4, 1981 - Virgo
Betty Davis - July 26, 1945 - Cancer
Betty Wright - December 21, 1953 - Sagittarius/Capricorn cusp
Billie Holiday - April 7, 1915 - Aries
Candi Staton - March 13, 1943 - Pisces
Chaka Khan - March 23, 1953 - Aries
Cheryl Lynn - March 11, 1957 - Pisces
Darlene Love - July 26, 1941 - Cancer
Dee Dee Warwick - September 25, 1945 - Libra
Diana Ross - March 26, 1944 - Aries
Dolly Parton - January 19, 1946 - Capricorn/Aquarius cusp
Donna Summer - December 31, 1948 - Capricorn
Dusty Springfield - April 16, 1939 - Aries
Erykah Badu - February 26, 1971 - Pisces
Gloria Gaynor - September 7, 1949 - Virgo
Grace Jones - May 19, 1948 - Taurus
Joni Mitchell - November 7, 1943 - Scorpio
Kate Bush - 30 July 1958 - Leo
Kelis - August 21, 1979 - Leo/Virgo cusp
Lady Gaga - March 28, 1986 - Aries
Laura Nyro - October 18, 1947 - Libra
Loretta Lynn - April 14, 1932 - Aries
Mariah Carey - March 27, 1970 - Aries
Martha Reeves - July 18, 1941 - Cancer
Millie Jackson - July 15, 1944 - Cancer
Nina Hagen - March 11, 1955 - Pisces
Nina Simone - February 21, 1933 - Aquarius/Pisces cusp
Nona Hendryx - October 9, 1944 - Libra
Patrice Rushen - September 30, 1954 - Libra
Patsy Cline - September 8, 1932 - Virgo
Patti Labelle - May 24, 1944 - Taurus/Gemini cusp
Ronnie Spector - August 10, 1943 - Leo
Shirley Bassey - January 8, 1937 - Capricorn
Tina Turner - November 26, 1939 - Sagittarius
Whitney Houston - August 9, 1963 - Leo
Yoko Ono - February 18, 1933 - Aquarius
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sunday, December 20, 2009
HAPPY HOLIDAZE
If any of my dedicated readers were wondering after my last post, I DID IT. I have one more semester of undergrad left. This is an important thing.
I always forget that I hate Christmas until I am in the midst of it. It's easier to believe that once exams are done I will have a vacation. This is never true. This year I am thankful that at least I am not working in a shopping mall. No, I am in a snowdrift with my entire extended family and a dog. SOMEBODY GIVE ME A PRESENT AND I WILL BE QUIET.
I am working on an end of year post but it won't be anywhere near as good as last year's mediocre one. I'll mostly be discussing Lady Gaga and Beyoncé, because I don't really talk about much else anyway. I am sick of this post because I realized that I am not actually going to write about any of the things I thought I was going to write about. TTYL BLOG.
I always forget that I hate Christmas until I am in the midst of it. It's easier to believe that once exams are done I will have a vacation. This is never true. This year I am thankful that at least I am not working in a shopping mall. No, I am in a snowdrift with my entire extended family and a dog. SOMEBODY GIVE ME A PRESENT AND I WILL BE QUIET.
I am working on an end of year post but it won't be anywhere near as good as last year's mediocre one. I'll mostly be discussing Lady Gaga and Beyoncé, because I don't really talk about much else anyway. I am sick of this post because I realized that I am not actually going to write about any of the things I thought I was going to write about. TTYL BLOG.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
BLOG
Well crud, I missed another month completely. Now I am holed up riding out this harsh North Carolina winter (it is 40 degrees and raining right now! that's cold right?).
Today I have to do an entire research project. I honestly haven't even decided what to write about, but it's due at 3:30 tomorrow. Power of prayer etc.
Yeah, I really need to hop to it. Also I have learned some things in this first week of my meds; I am allergic to cats, and my roommate's cat likes my room and knows how to jump against the door until it opens and then curl up ON MY FACE. Is this a normal this for a cat to do? At least I can fake illness easier when I am constantly in tears from the cat dander.
I wish I had more to say but my time allotted for blogging has run out. BBL YALL!
Today I have to do an entire research project. I honestly haven't even decided what to write about, but it's due at 3:30 tomorrow. Power of prayer etc.
Yeah, I really need to hop to it. Also I have learned some things in this first week of my meds; I am allergic to cats, and my roommate's cat likes my room and knows how to jump against the door until it opens and then curl up ON MY FACE. Is this a normal this for a cat to do? At least I can fake illness easier when I am constantly in tears from the cat dander.
I wish I had more to say but my time allotted for blogging has run out. BBL YALL!
Monday, October 12, 2009
"nights of pleasure"
I have been thinking (again) about how my aesthetic perceptions are warped by staring into a light display most days. No wonder I can't make meaningful art. I've been feeling mostly all right though.
Today I have to find my debit card and do a huge pile of homework. I am going to try to take more walks. Today I plan to walk to Chubby's Tacos and eat dinner by myself.
Regarding this video: I'd hit it (and you know you would too, slur).
Today I have to find my debit card and do a huge pile of homework. I am going to try to take more walks. Today I plan to walk to Chubby's Tacos and eat dinner by myself.
Regarding this video: I'd hit it (and you know you would too, slur).
Monday, September 28, 2009
"oh you nasty boys"
Hello friends!
Thank you for thinking about me sometimes. What am I doing right now? Oh! I am so glad that you asked!
Yeah, nothing. Should I cut my hair?
I have been praying intermittently to the various energies in the area that they would coalesce into something that could help me clean my room. It may have worked; perhaps it was this ethereal being that whispered in my ear as I slept and inspired me to get a rack for my clothes and some storage buckets for my "important papers" and some shelves for my books and to throw away a bunch of things that I guess were trash.
I have a crisis about once a semester at around this time, and luckily this year I think I managed to have the bulk of it over the weekend. In my blue period I would be on the road to school, and then I would have a panic attack and go shopping instead. And then I would do the same thing several days in a row. And then I would cry and my professors would say that it was ok. I think the fact that I don't do this anymore means I am becoming an adult, in some sense of the word.
Oh no, I didn't mean to "get real" w yall!!! I HOPE U WERE READY!!!
I made a sister/brother blog on tumblr if yall want to read it.
Also, I wanted to add this to my Aretha post:
Also, because why not, here's this:
Thank you for thinking about me sometimes. What am I doing right now? Oh! I am so glad that you asked!
Yeah, nothing. Should I cut my hair?
I have been praying intermittently to the various energies in the area that they would coalesce into something that could help me clean my room. It may have worked; perhaps it was this ethereal being that whispered in my ear as I slept and inspired me to get a rack for my clothes and some storage buckets for my "important papers" and some shelves for my books and to throw away a bunch of things that I guess were trash.
I have a crisis about once a semester at around this time, and luckily this year I think I managed to have the bulk of it over the weekend. In my blue period I would be on the road to school, and then I would have a panic attack and go shopping instead. And then I would do the same thing several days in a row. And then I would cry and my professors would say that it was ok. I think the fact that I don't do this anymore means I am becoming an adult, in some sense of the word.
Oh no, I didn't mean to "get real" w yall!!! I HOPE U WERE READY!!!
I made a sister/brother blog on tumblr if yall want to read it.
Also, I wanted to add this to my Aretha post:
Also, because why not, here's this:
Monday, September 14, 2009
Bear with me yall, it's been an Aretha Franklin day.
Watching these just makes me think of all of the times I've watched someone really belting a song (or trying, rather) and feeling like they are screaming for no reason. Aretha does it with real feeling, and her voice gives me shivers.
Like I said, compare/contrast with this video. Mariah you know I love you, but you are a diva for my generation. What I mean by this is, like the America of the 90s you are soulless. (Aside: is this why Beyoncé is so compelling, because she has made herself into some sort of holographic post-diva?). Poor, poor Mariah. Her new singles are simultaneously fabulous and profoundly sad. (Y U SO OBSESSED W ME?) (I WANT 2 KNOW WHAT LUV IS!!!)
Watching these just makes me think of all of the times I've watched someone really belting a song (or trying, rather) and feeling like they are screaming for no reason. Aretha does it with real feeling, and her voice gives me shivers.
Like I said, compare/contrast with this video. Mariah you know I love you, but you are a diva for my generation. What I mean by this is, like the America of the 90s you are soulless. (Aside: is this why Beyoncé is so compelling, because she has made herself into some sort of holographic post-diva?). Poor, poor Mariah. Her new singles are simultaneously fabulous and profoundly sad. (Y U SO OBSESSED W ME?) (I WANT 2 KNOW WHAT LUV IS!!!)
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It's a new semester already. I am trying to recognize that for the rest of my life I will not deserve a summer vacation ever again, and that it is OK that for the first time I did not have one. Went on a soul journey pilgrimage to Dollywood, a little slice of paradise nestled between her mountainous titties. I rode a roller coaster that turned me upside down in exhilarating ways, and then slept in a haunted house. Then I went to Mexico.
I am already having an existential crisis at school. My professor photocopied my in-class writing as an example for the class, along with a bunch of other admittedly shitty paragraphs. While she critiqued most of the writing pretty harshly, she talked about mine last and said that, while it wasn't perfect, it was one of the only adequate responses. Still, I can't help feeling weird when I am the only white person in the course and the professor is holding me up as what my fellow students should aspire to. Isn't that one of the reasons that HBCUs are important, to be a place where minority students can feel what it's like to be a majority for once? It makes me feel like an intruder, like I am in a space where I do not belong.
I have given this plenty of thought in my time at this school. In most ways it is a very positive thing for me to be enrolled at NCCU. I pay my full tuition, which opens up financial aid for other students who have to have it to be able to attend college. I get an experience similar to what minority students must experience at any other college; when I look around a classroom I mostly see faces that do not look like me. However, my experience is completely different. Instead of being dismissed and silenced, when I do speak up in class my words still carry the privilege accorded to white people in America. I have had opportunities far beyond those of my fellow students; the poems we were discussing are by Natasha Trethewey, a poet I actually got a chance to meet at Governor's School. And while I take pride in the fact that I know enough to write a perceptive essay about black women's experiences, it also feels weird to be publicly commended for it in front of a group of them who a professor has just told that their writing is woefully inadequate. Yall, I am 23 and yall are all 18. If it takes you 6 years to finish your undergrad degree, I bet you'll be able to write a pretty solid Freshman English paper too.
Whoosh, apparently I had SOMETHING TO SAAAYYY.
Also, Ellie Greenwich died. To Ellie: thank you, for writing songs so beautiful and true.
I am already having an existential crisis at school. My professor photocopied my in-class writing as an example for the class, along with a bunch of other admittedly shitty paragraphs. While she critiqued most of the writing pretty harshly, she talked about mine last and said that, while it wasn't perfect, it was one of the only adequate responses. Still, I can't help feeling weird when I am the only white person in the course and the professor is holding me up as what my fellow students should aspire to. Isn't that one of the reasons that HBCUs are important, to be a place where minority students can feel what it's like to be a majority for once? It makes me feel like an intruder, like I am in a space where I do not belong.
I have given this plenty of thought in my time at this school. In most ways it is a very positive thing for me to be enrolled at NCCU. I pay my full tuition, which opens up financial aid for other students who have to have it to be able to attend college. I get an experience similar to what minority students must experience at any other college; when I look around a classroom I mostly see faces that do not look like me. However, my experience is completely different. Instead of being dismissed and silenced, when I do speak up in class my words still carry the privilege accorded to white people in America. I have had opportunities far beyond those of my fellow students; the poems we were discussing are by Natasha Trethewey, a poet I actually got a chance to meet at Governor's School. And while I take pride in the fact that I know enough to write a perceptive essay about black women's experiences, it also feels weird to be publicly commended for it in front of a group of them who a professor has just told that their writing is woefully inadequate. Yall, I am 23 and yall are all 18. If it takes you 6 years to finish your undergrad degree, I bet you'll be able to write a pretty solid Freshman English paper too.
Whoosh, apparently I had SOMETHING TO SAAAYYY.
Also, Ellie Greenwich died. To Ellie: thank you, for writing songs so beautiful and true.
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