Ciao Stephen! The stuff you saw in my last post wasn't mine. It's a pro cover of a fantasy novel published in Italy. I'm in volounteer association that works to find money for the people of Komuge, a small town in Tanzania.
On sunday there will be the Book Convention in Torino, the most important of Italy. And the writer of that novel will sign some print of the cover to gain money for Africa. I organized the whole stuff. This is why I put that on my blog! ;-D
That is very touching. I mean it really hits home. Makes you think how not thinking is the best way to write. Way to keep it real! I will be back now often! I am so happy to be back! I missed you Stephen! Thought often of the blog, just did not have the access to get to it!
FAB- I thought that it look different from your stuff, but...it was still cool. Good to see you in these parts.
Lovebabz- Yes, that's Bibb's piece, Jazzman. It's an open edition, but it's signed by Bibb.
Christina- Thank you. It came to me in traffic of all places. :)
BossMack- Thanks, brother.
Faith- First, it's a pleasure to see you. Thank you for answering my request to stop by. Yes, thinking too much will leave you just thinking too much. Educators call it Metacognition or thinking about thinking. :)
Good advise, I love the poem. You write, ooops you are right:) Metacognition is a recipe for cognitive impairment. You saying don't rack my already wreck' brain right? Write!
May I have an autographed copy of your work please Mr Bess.
Mumbo Jumbo Noun. 1. Confusing or incomprehensible language or activity. 2. An obscure ritual or incantation. [Mandingo origin.] American Heritage Dictionary Of the English Language Mumbo sauce? Anyone who has ever traveled east of the Anacostia River has heard the term, Mumbo Sauce. What do I mean by east of the river? I mean if you have ventured anywhere near Benning Road, Wheeler Road, Southern Avenue, or Minnesota Avenue in North/Southeast Washington, D.C. There is no way that you can go into any Korean owned and operated “Kerry-Out” [ trans. Carry-Out food ] in DC and not hear someone order french fries with chicken wings and Mumbo Sauce. Impossible! Some like it on the chicken and others (like me) like it on the side. I’ve always thought of Mumbo Sauce as a DC thang, but where did it really come from? Actually, Mumbo Sauce originated on Chicago's Southside in the early 1950s by a man named Argia B. Collins, who was known for his famous ribs and barbeque Mumbo Sauce. N...
I grew up in the Linda Pollin Memorial Housing Projects. First of all, I did not know that it was built in memory of Abe Pollin's daughter. In fact, I didn't even know the name, Abe Pollin. I was a child, so I thought it was just a name given to the apartments. At the time, my siblings and I had no idea that we lived in a housing project. Well, the complex had a swimming pool, and the grounds were well kept. Also, it didn't resemble the well known surrounding projects like Valley Green , Condon Terrace , or Wahler Place . The manager was Ms. Royster who was sort of a no-nonsense type of landlord based on the conversations I heard from grownups. However, she seemed nice; plus, we all played with and knew her son, John. Well, although Mr. Pollin passed away back in 2009, I would still like to thank him for building the "LP" as we used to call it. When I became old enough to learn that it was built by Mr. Pollin to honor his ...
Who knew that Frederick Douglass had a great smile? Whenever I think of Slaves or Freedman, I think of individuals who have been mistreated and worn. However, this is not true. Read this description of Frederick Douglass around the time of this death: His appearance on the platform was imposing. His height was over 6 feet and his weight was fully 200 pounds. His complexion was swarthy rather than black. His head was covered with a great shock of white hair. A large head, low forehead, high cheekbones, and large mouth, with gleaming white teeth , were some of the noticeable characteristics of his appearance. As a speaker he was characterized by his earnestness. He made but few gestures and used simple language. My thoughts and imagination: As I look at his face, I imagine him in a happy moment smiling or laughing. Looking at his eyes, I can imagine that is eyes are barely visible depending on how wide his smile. I imagine him at his most joyful time...
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I just need to find the time to focus and write.
Ain't it the truth. Where did time go? Welcome. :)
The stuff you saw in my last post wasn't mine. It's a pro cover of a fantasy novel published in Italy.
I'm in volounteer association that works to find money for the people of Komuge, a small town in Tanzania.
On sunday there will be the Book Convention in Torino, the most important of Italy. And the writer of that novel will sign some print of the cover to gain money for Africa.
I organized the whole stuff. This is why I put that on my blog! ;-D
Fab
Lovely poem.
Eee, ntate
FAB-
I thought that it look different from your stuff, but...it was still cool. Good to see you in these parts.
Lovebabz-
Yes, that's Bibb's piece, Jazzman. It's an open edition, but it's signed by Bibb.
Christina-
Thank you. It came to me in traffic of all places. :)
BossMack-
Thanks, brother.
Faith-
First, it's a pleasure to see you. Thank you for answering my request to stop by. Yes, thinking too much will leave you just thinking too much. Educators call it Metacognition or thinking about thinking. :)
Yasmeen-
You can digg it, huh? Thank you. :)
May I have an autographed copy of your work please Mr Bess.
You're to smart for your own good. :)
Getzapped-
Good to see you. Thanks. Do you see what traffic can inspire.
Thank you. I think we both agree that writing should be natural. Peace~