In my white..

Todays founders day, I still dont have a pair of black pumps or panty hose. And i have like 2 hours.

My grandmother sent me cookies today. Ooooh home sweet home. Memories of Carson. and i also got a check from a survey I did about my sex life. See it pays to get down...

I'm back from chicago-its wierd being back almost surreal. The ride back wsnt nearly as eventful though i swear i have never seen people stare so hard at my hair. Especially white people. 2 asked me if i were rasti. On the way back i started to loose track of louisville, nashville, indianopolis, they all intermixed. But it was interesting in ways. I thought of people as i was driving. Keisha from Louisville, Shayla and Inti from Tennessee, Summer and Sarah from Indiana...

So ill admit i wasnt really that into going the conference. I went primarily to support my friend and see chicago. I don;t have a vested interested in hip hop the way some of these people do...and it was clear by my lack of enthusiasm..

However the conference was excellent. I think there was a lot of frustrastion becaue there were a lot of academics and activists and at times the two seemed at odds with each other. Some were there to discuss while others wanted solutions...like 'what do we do now'...and i dont think anyone on the panel had answers. I don't think anyone does.

In addition to meeting summer, I met like 2 other people who i talk to online and didnt even know they were coming. It was really bizarre. A girl named aja who ive talked to for like monthes was there and we ran into each other by chance.

Chicago is beautiful, and the university of chicago is even more beautifuller(shut up- i havnt had any sleep). They've got this incredible archetecture that i have nevre seen anywhere. Its got this almost gohic/ gargoyle theme- but maybe thats not really the term im looking for...but its really grand. Even inside i spent half the time staring at the detail in the ceiling, while acadamia argued away about 'agency' and each other.

Moya did well on her panel- itt was a strange junction of people. At the end of her panel, we were treated by a manic man who decided to run on stage and start hollering. It was scary.

The confrence ended with a spoken word/ open mic...It was okay. I'm not a big fan of spoken word, for some reason, people shouting poetry in my face tends to irritate me. So do guys who go onstage and rap about soem life they don't lead. I was impressed though by the break dancers and roc-a-fella. Maybe my favorite part of the evening.

So much happened.. and i would blog about it...but i have to go get dressed up.