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July 24, 2011

Coffee Buzz: Bracelets and Booze

Last night, I had the opportunity to build with some friends and drink copious amounts of wine and delicious mixed drinks with chaste lewd names. All in all, it was an evening not unlike your standard bible study... except there was freak dancing, prompted along by said wine and spirits.
A hilarious and lovely woman by the name of Riqui regaled us with anecdotes involving sex, thugs, and rock and roll... She also laid out an awesome display of handmade, bracelets and earrings strung with wooden and glass beads ranging a very reasonable $7 - $10! 
We were all sold. And forked over our dollar bills. Riqui's bracelets come in a wide variety of color combinations and accessorize quite nicely. She's also mindful of special requests, has made beaded anklets, and will eventually add necklaces and larger, fabric earrings and hoops to her arsenal of cool accessories. Her website is currently still under construction, so please feel free to express any inquiries in the comments section, as I think they'd make great gifts for loved ones, friends, and family. Speaking of the comments section ...
Riqui was gracious enough- (with much begging and prodding by the Committee of Me, Myself, & I) - to donate this earrings and bracelet set made with amber, coral, and Tiffany-blue glass beads for Coffee Rhetoric's VERY FIRST giveaway! An exciting feat for me since Zaahir created the Coffee Rhetoric discount for his company, Exotic Fragrance, to much fanfare. Any chance I get to be able to engage these sorts of fun, promotional opportunities, is an exciting venture and is done with genuine love for the product and admiration for the person at the helm of it. 
Leave a witty response with your email address, in the comments section of this post for the opportunity to win it! I will randomly choose a name on August 1st and contact the winner via email, as well as announce them on Coffee Rhetoric. 
Take advantage because I begged Riqui to GIVE me the bracelet and earrings free of charge before she was gripped and incapacitated by drunken revelry, to GIVE TO YOU, because I think she is talented and that folks would truly enjoy her beaded trinkets. I'm wearing two of her pieces as I type this. Anyway, get into it... 

Up for Grabs! 


June 24, 2011

In Which Coffey Has Much To Do!

I have a lot on my mind and have a few pressing topics I've been dying to weigh-in on however I'm grappling with sinus (again) and throat issues and can't really think clearly enough to run my mouth via my computer, effectively. I've also been besieged by unsettling images of having to sleep next to whoever my partner will be, while they listen to me snore horribly due to these said chronic sinus issues... but I digress...
I've also got quite a bit on my plate and have attended or will be attending a few events in the coming days. It is a great time to be in Hartford this summer, so Kanye-shrug at anything contrary you may have heard, because people have no clue what they're talking about. Trust me on this. 
This past Friday, I had the privilege of being able to attend this year's Juneteenth Celebration Gala thrown by The Amistad Center for Arts and Culture at the Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art. This required me to find and buy a dress I didn't entirely hate and wear it (without having to double up on Spanx) and condense my belongings in a clutch (a difficult feat, as I only shoulder carry-on luggage sized purses).
The well-heeled were in great form as they got crunk in their formal regalia to the DJ's set list of Luke Campbell, Jay-Z, Beyonce and contemporary pop-folks of the like. I must say, it was amusing watching political power-players and Black society types thrusting their hips, pumping their fists, and chest pumping in their formal wear as Uncle Luke challenged everyone to "Shake Them Daisy Dukes!" Compelling and fun stuff. I was particularly fond of the Lemon-Basil Martini as one of the featured drinks and could use another right now.
This Friday, as in later on today, I'm hoping to be able to attend The Gil Scott-Heron REVIEW in Reflection at The Hollander Building downtown, presented by arts and culture initiative, Center Without Walls and Hartford-based theater company HartBeat Ensemble! There is an awesome lineup of spoken-word poets and jazzologists scheduled to perform and despite my weepy sinuses, swollen throat, and the wet weather I plan on being in attendance from 7pm to 10pm. 
And since they're determined to keep it crunk - (Yes, I like that word... And?) - since bringing their originally penned play Flipside to the Hartford masses, HartBeat Ensemble will also be presenting a stellar poetry showcase July 8th also at The Hollander Building at 410 Asylum Street, downtown Hartford. More on this event coming soon, but keep the date open, because ten of Connecticut's dopest poets and spoken-word performers will be bringing creative REALNESS to the space. There will also be a pre-performance shindig with BBQ (vegetarian fare as well) and booze. Pre-party festivities are from 6:30 -7:30pm and the showcase is from 8 -10:30pm. 
So if one of your mealy-mouthed colleagues complain that there's nothing to do in Hartford and to avoid mushing him/her in the face with an open palm, patiently tell them that this summer, things are going down (basement) in the HartBeat and recount these events to them. 

April 12, 2011

These and Those: Let Them Eat Cake


In addition to days spent watching play rehearsals take shape right before my eyes and writing about the experience; they've been seemingly filled with me stuffing my gob with fancily decorated, themed birthday cakes and pizza, watching macabre true-crime documentaries on Investigation Discovery (these keep my female-intuition keen), RuPaul's Drag Race, hunting for the perfect pair of jeans to help flatter my ample-ness, warding off unwanted advances from unwanted men, and nights spent guffawing over full glasses of wine. Whatever it takes to dull the edge a little bit, because at times I feel as if my brain is going to short circuit. Moments spent staring off into space in the absence of wine, definitely help. But I definitely dig this feeling. 
Spring has sprung and the weather is finally starting to reflect the season... It has also signaled the awakening of the riff-raff from their long, harsh winter hibernation. They've slithered out of dark caves and from underneath moist rocks... stumbling all over city, squinting in the sun and testing their sea legs. They've left their marks on the worn city sidewalks in the form of hocked, phlegmy loogies splattered on the cement... competing with guano for domination. I shudder at the the bottom of my shoes and so don't ever bother looking. 
On an exciting note, I've had great hair days and have resolved to wear it out... free and curly... as often as possible... taking a break from my signature (and uncomfortably tight and pinned) bun. My scalp has exhaled and my edges are thankful... for as beautiful as she is... they've no desire to be afflicted with the same fate as Naomi Campbell's
Yes, my days are harried, but thus far they've been steady. I like steady ... I'm hoping they become filled with more writing referrals and freelance gigs because the more I work a non-traditional job doing what I love and the further I veer away from a regular 9-to-5 "day job" the more piercing my hunger pangs become ... To be continued...

March 07, 2011

These and Those: Winning

It's Monday.  I've got my second wind and refuse to acknowledge the prospects who've messaged me on the dating site I haven't(?) re-activated.
In the meantime, I remain dateless but too busy to care, as I'm still hard at work trying to make a proper name for myself as a writer for hire (and yes I wrote "proper"... forget what you've heard on the street).
Ideally, I'd love my week to chug, chug, chug along without having to hear or read about the self-inflicted disintegration of a self-entitled, overpaid, haggard looking White man actor in need of a long nap, but alas, the media storm continues to rain down on the masses like an unexpected and unwanted golden shower shortly after a sexual interlude... and no that has never happened to me, nor am I anticipating it to anytime soon...
In the meantime, I'm still perfecting the art of schmoozing... even if it means pretending to care while some middle-aged, drunk but rich wine bar regular complains how badly his whole entire body hurts, as this bodes poorly for me and my endeavors. On the flipside of the coin, it does mean interacting and fostering partnerships with other local artsy types.
Check out man about town, filmmaker and video producer, Helder Mira's (of Rabbit Ears Media) interview with artist Rashaad Newsome, whose featured work is currently on display at the Wadsworth Atheneum as part of their Matrix series, and offer your feedback. I've been working a little with Helder, helping document the process of play-in-the-making, Flipside, and he is extremely talented (and single, ladies ... and did I mention his name is Helder?) But I digress...
I have yet to find the time to go see Rashaad's work, but I simply MUST! I've been hearing a great deal about this exhibit and would hate to let the opportunity slip through my fingers. I'm definitely trying to win (sans this elusive tiger blood), and take advantage of all the awesome event unfolding in the city of Hartford without spreading myself too thin...  Anyway, see Helder's vid.









March 01, 2011

See You On The Flipside

I feel like I haven't posted here in forever! These "I've been neglecting my blog" posts are starting to bore me. But I swear it's for a good reason. I've still be busy with the theater group HartBeat Ensemble, writing for their blog and learning the in's, out's, and frustrations of PR & Marketing. But thus far it has been so rewarding. I popped my press release "cherry" and did a relatively decent job of not effing it up even though I sent out an initial press release with the wrong time and even was able to get a mention on Frank Rizzo's Hartford Courant blog
This gig is a lot of work and causes me to take deep inhalations and exhalations of breath... because it challenges me as a writer. I'm developing a more disciplined routine, which I lacked before (there're still a few kinks to iron out) and I'm learning consistency... produce, produce, produce. I'm becoming even more of an insomniac, which is a price I'm willing to pay to expand my portfolio and raise my profile as a freelance writer for hire. It also gives me the opportunity to sit in wine bars (I do my best writing there) and observe folks and all their scandalous ways... more fodder for Coffee Rhetoric, and boy do I have fodder. In the meantime, if you're a Hartford resident and are in the area this Thursday evening, please stop by The Hollander on Asylum Street, downtown Hartford for HartBeat Ensemble's fundraiser: The 2nd Annual Improv Idol. Read the details here. And while you're at it, read my hard work dammit. All proceeds go towards funding the on-going production of their play (the one I'm currently blogging about), Flipside. It's only $10 and I figure if folks can pay that much for one of those disgustingly sweet and tangy Appletini's (a drink that's the bane of my bar existence), then they can fork it over for a good cause and get a good laughing watching some of Connecticut's best improv troupes perform against one another for the title of CT's Improv Idol. 
I'm also stoked that massive, dirty, and depressing looking snow banks are slowly melting away and spring is slowly caressing my cheek with soft, gentle kisses. It's also effing disgusting to see the final reveal after the snow has completely melted in various spots in the city.  Anyway, I'll be back... 

February 14, 2011

These and Those: Onward March

I haven't abandoned Coffee Rhetoric in the least.  My new gig blogging for a local professional theater group, as well as trying to juggle and acclimate myself to newly elected PR and marketing responsibilities has kept me busy. Not complaining as these are things I've been steadily working towards! I'm enjoying interacting with this band of professional actors and definitely feel like I'm in my element, although trying to break myself of "day job" type protocol has been a bit challenging, so I still tread with caution and make sure to ask... but I do dig these fellow creative minds. It has also allowed me to meet and network with even more people as I try to follow-through with being a fabulously broke socialite, as the theater posts have been well received. Speaking of which, the more I navigate the trials and tribulations of socializing on my own, the more I realize that I'm simply getting too old to entertain specific personalities and people. I'm becoming more solitary... more... leery... more... observant... because it amazes me how people will sit back and expect someone to expend energy trying to placate their egos, yet won't put forth any effort trying to nurture any type of rapport or camaraderie and will go on a tirade about what someone did to slight or inconvenience them.
Over the course of the past two years or so, I've gotten to know and develop friendships with some pretty genuine and amazing people... but I've also come across a few recently who unfortunately proved to be high maintenance, self-entitled, and self-important. I'm just not willing to yield to someone particularly if it's not a mutual or beneficial effort. My derring-do allows me to dance a tango around someone who doesn't seem certain about how they want to present themselves to me. I went through a trying summer this past year and this current one... I deserve to exhale for once and relax my sphincter ... even if for a moment in this particular space and time. 
I'm just too old(er) and far too exasperated for theatrics...and am only interested in the stage work I'm currently being paid to cover. This whole culture of people who can't seem to move forward unless prompted by pretend so-called "haters" just doesn't bode well for me or my sanity, because I don't need a band of merry hecklers to catapult me to where I need to be. The whole concept of "hateration" is just distracting  and it's easy for one to feed into their own hype as they get swept up in the rapture of addressing the people they perceive to be jealous booers and hissers. I simply practice the art known as IGNORING. If maintaining a relatively as low-key as possible cipher is not for you... then I'm not ... for you, because I loathe grown-up bullies and people who do and say cruel things for no reason other than to try to conquer their own insecurities and issues. Otherwise, at this point and time...always and seemingly forever... I'm still fumbling towards ecstasy, wishing my bestest friend was closer, building up my battered resilience as well as even more character, and am in somewhat of a decent place right now and hope to see it through to fruition. 
This pretty much sums up where I am... 

January 27, 2011

These and Those: Winter Whinge

Things are moving forward... Life has given me a much needed break and decided to jabbing at me with low blows and sucker punches. We're working in-tandem. Me and life, life and me... Slowly moving in a similar direction, and this pleases me. The way the east coast is getting slammed with back-to-back snowstorms isn't very pleasurable, however. Everything can't sync ... and I'm okay with that... but it's downright depressing. Perhaps the sky has parted, dumping massive amounts of snow in the northeast pto signal the fact that the universe is aligned with my chi? Yes, I'm that self-important. My delusions of grandeur knows no bounds. 
In all seriousness, I've been busy... and busy is always a good thing. I'm hoping to be in the thick of things once spring rolls around. The spring will find me able to move freely down the street without experiencing the tension of hunching my shoulders and back against the cold, frigid air, as I take giant strides over massive snow banks, slush ridden puddles, and patches of black ice. My joints won't feel as stiff, my hair and skin won't shy away from its usual suppleness... spring ... spring... SPRING... I'm looking forward to it. My blogger gig at with the Hartford based theater group has bled into a PR/Marketing position that I hope not to flub. This is a balancing act I'm glad to juggle. The blogging aspect of it is going really well... the reception has been good. 
In the meantime, I've many other things I need to rant about.  A lot of ratched-ness (read: wretchedness) is unfolding in my midst... things that're 'SMDH' worthy... Stay tuned... Oh yes, and if you feel so inclined, please join the Coffee Rhetoric fan page on Facebook. I need to justify not deleting it and to help compensate for the flaky one or two who drop in and out of that particular social networking circle, like selfish lovers. That is all. ;-)
P.S. in a crazy test of my sanity and karma, I battled against the rage of the snowstorm yesterday... bloated, and weighed down further w/ my lovely, giant Sri Lankan handbag/case I feel compelled to stuff to capacity and lug around, and an umbrella in my quest towards CVS Pharmacy for tampons, Motrin, and other female-like provisions. Imagine my surprise when I found that I did not have my wallet in my purse. Despite the frosty air, I broke out into a sweat. Suddenly my coat and scarf began to constrict my breathing... I stumbled outside, fighting the elements, and made my way back down the street to re-trace my steps. ... I felt hotter... and so was about to cut my loss... The heat of my stress was almost too unbearable and I just wanted to go home out of the blizzard... but I needed the means to purchase armor against my impending, monthly doom. I could feel the pressure of its inevitable arrival on the cusp of cumming... What the hell would I use?? I pressed on and saw the free, downtown Star Shuttle rumbling up the street... The last place I pulled it out at clicked, and I flagged it down. I explained to the driver that I'd lost my wallet, and that it may very well be on his shuttle, and politely asked if I could run on and look... and look I did... There it lay in all its grand purple Coach-ness... on the seat I'd vacated moments prior... unscathed, untouched, un-ransacked... Thank you Karma... Now THAT.is.all...  

December 28, 2010

Touch Up

It has been awhile. I hate staying away for too long, but sometimes the banality of life gets in the way. I've been up to some pretty interesting things in the midst of the triteness and the soup I'm prepping is cooking at a low simmer. I'm hoping it'll come to a full boil sometime soon, because I'm starving. I'm trying to stay motivated and not get sidetracked by travail and annoyances that plague like a fruit fly outbreak in a banana factory, in the dead of summer. 
Poetz Corner performer
I recently attended the season finale of Poetz Corner at Cloud 9 in Hartford, hosted by local performance artist, publisher, and writer Shireal Renee, who always seems to steer and stir up a good show. It was an upbeat culmination that showcased outstanding a rousing group of poets this time around. The best was seemingly saved for last. I was even forced coerced and cajoled into shuffling up to the stage during the open Mic and read a rather salacious piece myself... much to my chagrin, as I'm  a writer and provocateur ... not a performance artist. I do look forward to seeing what next season generates. While making sure that Poetz Corner gave good show this season, Shireal Renee also found time to perform her one woman show, "Wide Open" to much acclaim... So much so, its encore is slated to open again on February 4th & February 6th at the Wadsworth Atheneum of Art
I've made a few long overdue and desired vanity changes to Coffee Rhetoric, and shortened the url address to dot com. The anticipation is killing me, and I simply cannot wait until January 1st to unveil the sprucing up I did. So here is the updated and improved coffeerhetoric.com it its preliminary stage. I am looking forward to getting back to my regularly scheduled blog updates. So much has incited me to chorus and I miss ranting about it! I've actually resorted to journaling by hand. People, places, this, that, and the other never cease to amaze me, and I need to talk massive amounts of shit about it. 
I do appreciate all the continued support everyone bestows upon me. I'm indebted to you few dedicated readers and will fake bake you all a heaping batch of hot, chocolate-chip cookies someday... um... in this lifetime... 
I'm back in session and don't plan on taking any more extended breaks! I feel so... so lost when I don't update on a consistent basis, as issues fall by the wayside. I am trying to get back to the middle ... spilling open offers the catharsis I need and my chest is constipated. I don't subscribe to the New Year's Resolutions List theatrics most other people do. I'm not one to wait once a year to improve upon something as I'm a work in progress and continue to fumble towards ecstasy, and quite honestly, there're some things I simply just... prefer and so have no desire to change. On some level, I suppose my rebellion against making empty resolutions is why I decided not wait, to breathe life back into my blog or to unmask the changes. I'm psychoanalytical like that. ;-p
That is all. 

December 19, 2010

I'm Still Standing

I'm still around. A bit busy and a bit backlogged. Coffee Rhetoric is on a very short hiatus. Am trying to figure out some ... configurations
Updates are coming soon! I've got much to talk about and share. In the meantime, enjoy your holiday with friends, family and loved ones if I don't cyber-see you all before then! Keep the drinking and merriment at a maximum! I miss and love you all long time... really... I'd love you all long time... 

November 14, 2010

Alive! Plus some Coffee Buzz

(c) Coffee Rhetoric
I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back with the Jump-off, but not really...  I feel as if I haven't blogged in forever. In addition to being afflicted with writer's block, I've been caught up in the rapture of life. Keeping busy is definitely good, but I definitely don't want to immerse myself in productive happenings at the expense of writing and blogging. Aside from clocking in hours, I've been doing my version of schmoozing (Just like flirting, I'm not good at it), trying to make the rounds around town, and meeting other interesting people. I've also been shadowbox, duck, and weave the toxic energy that constantly seems to try to insinuate itself into my life. It's like a dense fog full of dead spirits or not unlike a noxious gas that cuts through the air. In any event... fighter, survivor... so forth, so on... I flail and jab with fervor and it seems as if the wheel is turning... it's creaking... but it's turning ever so slowly, and that works for me.
In any event, I've made what I hope turns out to be worthwhile connections with some really great people making moves in Hartford, and if there's one thing I've grown an affinity for, it's promoting my home city and spotlighting the people that advocate for it and help it prosper while trying to carve out their own niche here. Most notably are: John Ramaglia, a local film producer whose acquaintance I met at wine bar Bocca Rossa. His credentials sounded pretty impressive. He's co-creator of the Silk City Flick Fest (which I think I've linked in a previous Coffee Buzz post), and manager of up-and-coming talent in Hartford. John also mentioned helping bring Poetz Corner TV- which is an open mic poetry event, taped live every Tuesday night at Hartford lounge, Cloud 9 and hosted by Shireal Renee (star of the upcoming one woman show "Wide Open")- to Access TV on Channel 5 (Hartford). 
(c) MzIndgoBGM/Michelle Mowatt
I'm also pleased to know and mention fledgling freelance makeup artist (she's really good) and modeling recruiter for New York based plus-size sorority and organization BGM (Big Girl Movement) Inc. - (Which strives to encourage fuller-figured women to feel comfortably fabulous, healthy, active, and stylish in their skin)- Michelle Mowatt. Irreverent, gorge, stylish, and self-aware, Michelle is definitely a lady to look out for... as she does great renditions of the smoky eye (Glam Fairy who?), and is already amassing an eager and growing list of visages to beat into shape, armed with a great collection of makeup brands in her arsenal. Please contact her here, for more information on hiring her to do your makeup or BGM- mzindygobgm@gmail.com and twitter.com/MzIndygoBGM
There's so much going on in Hartford, with me, so forth and so on. I'm desperately trying my best to keep up and stay in the midst of it all. It's both exciting and exhausting. I think I definitely need to look into getting back on some sort of multivitamin lest I'll miss it all ... I also need to re-organize my own personal goings on, so that I can continue to spill open in earnest sans the long lapses. ... I also saw Tyler Perry's film adaption of Ntozoke Shange's experimental masterpiece, "For Colored Girl's Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Wasn't Enough" and am still working through how I feel about his handling of it. Overall, it wasn't terrible... but I am still working through how I feel. I know it has already generated obnoxious ramblings from what I've christened to be the Fraternity of Danny Downers who seem unaware of the movie's origins... post to follow real soon, once I organize my thoughts because I also feel like you can't be Black and say something in opposition to Tyler Perry's work without getting the side-eye from our community... So, yes... I need to think it through before I offer up my opinion for public consumption ... 

October 12, 2010

The MIS-Mis-Education of Coffee Rhetoric

To Whom It May Concern
My days have been busy, moody... moody, busy, misunderstood, excited, dateless but excited about it, excited yet misunderstood... so forth and so on. My mood runs the gamut.... the myriad of emotions... it could also be due to hormones and PMS but I digress... I know this much is true; My disposition is at its worse when I feel trivialized or misunderstood. I've grown exasperated trying to over-explain my personal goals and what my social media endeavors are. If you get it, sweet... let's have a tête-à-tête, If you don't, then a Kanye-shrug for you and a plague o'er your home, for thinking I am the creator of illegitimate ideas... Le sigh, okay, I'm being a jerk, so a brief explanation for any and all interested parties, this one last time and this one last time only, because I like making worthwhile connections...
For those not in the know, I am a writer and am expounding on my use of social media-> my blog COFFEE RHETORIC ... to get my points and projects across to the masses. My goal is to parlay the modest success of my blog into an even more successful and lucrative freelance writing career. The powers of social media and the internet know no bounds and manifests itself in a variety of different ways for many different people... whether it be celebrity news blogs, politically charged blogs, or to promote activism. I hope to channel MY powers into expanding my SOCIAL MEDIA/WRITING BUSINESS ... which is called COFFEE RHETORIC, INC., which emphasizes culture, free thought, social issues, race, creativity, writing, and  all of the other artsy fartsy or hot button shit I love and most people consider snooty and/or touchy. That's what I love to write about, that's what I discuss with friends...So far this and one other blog/project is under the COFFEE RHETORIC umbrella. I love using this medium to encourage dialogue via the written word and visuals.
I've also grown quite fond of building relationships with new people both locally and beyond and espousing the positive, wonderful aspects of my city and its people... as well as the interesting personalities I come across in general. I like writing and spilling open about certain aspects of my life and experiences... as well as reporting on other interesting lives via my fledgling social media business, COFFEE RHETORIC... Inc. Which is why I've included a new feature on my blog COFFEE RHETORIC, I've entitled, Coffee Buzz. It's just as exciting, necessary, and informative as my Bus Tales, believe this, because I love sharing information, particularly if it's something that excites me or gives me great pleasure. What is there, not to understand? I want to work for myself, supporting myself, doing what I LOVE. At some point, my novela and other writing projects I've been nibbling away at forever will be published by a notable publishing company... or maybe (and preferably) independently via COFFEE RHETORIC, Inc. Some may still be confused or just don't get it... but it doesn't make my passion for this blog and writing any less significant, plus I've got business cards dammit. That is all. ...
X Oh X Oh
Coffey

September 28, 2010

In Which I Wax Nostalgic About the Laws of Dating, My Uterus, and My Life

(c)Coffee Rhetoric
Aside from stumbling into an impromptu date here and there, I decided some months ago not to invest anymore stock, time, or energy actually searching for a date or trying to figure out why navigating the mechanics of dating sucks so hard. I've come to the conclusion that is just is what it is. Fumbling towards ecstasy seems to be the way to go. As I continue to hone my socialite life and fledgling writing/social media career past the point of starving artist, I've met the myriad of personalities and have literally stumbled into impromptu dates... fun ones sans the tension and anxiety of planned meetings ... I find that this works for me, sometimes. The pressure is off and I remain focused. These realizations hit me every year that I get older. 
Gone are the days where I feel the need to explain myself, my actions, my life or engage questions such as "What do you  do?" "Explain why you do..." and "Do you have any children?" <- (my least favorite question).  
It does offer the opportunity to choose from an assortment of obnoxious answers, however, or not to answer at all... slyly changing the subject.
 The fact of the matter is, I feel okay with not wanting to have any children or settle down... exploring my options as I see fit and not opening up those issues for scrutiny or debate. Ofttimes I feel comfortable with my personal choices and life. Unless someone's making a hefty deposit into my checking account to help toward my livelihood... depositing their two cents is non-negotiable. Being 33 allows me to feel okay with struggling toward the finish line in my race to accomplish my goals. 
(c)Coffee Rhetoric
The struggle (especially in this economy) is frustrating and exasperating, and I've faced several obstacles head on this year (reluctantly so in some instances), but it's a beautiful struggle nonetheless and it belongs to me... no one else. During this... my own personal triathlon, I try to find the balance between feeling frustrated and just simply enjoying myself... and so I may take a small detour and enjoy life's pleasures... such as perusing products on display... 
(c)Coffee Rhetoric
and taking in some theater productions  featuring the art of interpretive dance... 
 It's a gradual journey and I'm extremely hopeful, hungry, resolute, humbled, and driven. 

September 03, 2010

Social Life

I've been sharing my quest to regain my footing ... to get back on track. To finally expunge ... to purge the last remnants of this year's shaky start that projectile vomited all over me, like a body in the throes of a demonic takeover.
Try as I might, I can't seem to move forward full speed ahead. There always seems to be some road block I can't push through. Some that refuses to open, when I ring its bell repeatedly. And so I am determined, more than ever, to kick doors in and make my presence known. While trying to wedge my foot in the proverbial 9- to-5 crack, I am still adamant about catapulting the Coffee Rhetoric brand to new heights in the process. I want to use this blog and all it entails, to create and gain new opportunities. I have noticed fellow writers who blog and just plain ol' bloggers, being offered opportunities from well known publications and being featured as media pundits and guest columnists in various magazines and newspapers. I definitely think I am qualified to get a piece of some of this action, and that it has been long overdue.  I put a lot of blood, sweat, and definitely a lot of tears into this project, and so I have been pounding the pavement (and a couple of drinks) even harder, in a bid to network, hand out cards, get to know those who know the right people who can get me writing gigs and who gives a damn about hungry, aspiring artists of sorts. I want the word to be spread like cream cheese on a toasted, whole wheat bagel. 
I must admit, I was offered the opportunity to take about five seconds of camera time, by a news crew while out. Perfect time to plug my blog! Alas, I was camera shy and shrunk away from the offer. While socializing with a newly acquired friend, I couldn't help but notice him throwing the word "socialite" around a lot. He mentioned that he fancies himself a "socialite." I told him that when I thought of the word "socialite" I had visions of rich people dancing in my head. "You don't have to be rich to be a socialite. I'm poor but I still consider myself one," he opined. "I know a lot of people, and have been able to network and get into a lot of cool events for free. And opportunities have come up," he continued. 
I considered this for a moment. I've been running it around in my head for a spell and realized this is exactly what I've been doing. Networking, being recognized slowly but surely by local people, many of whom are in the mix and established, being called by name when I attend happy hours and eating establishments for any networking or social events. I am a socialite dammit. This knowledge has prompted me to force my way in. I would love to finally be in a place where I don't need to be in someone's office unless I feel like it, dealing with some micro-managing, passive-aggressive voice of authority, who has no idea how to delegate, interact, and or the politics. I.want.in. 

April 27, 2010

These and Those

So it appears that the Torment of Tantalus has worked its trickery on me again; 'tis all good though. My world is still level and my resolve is intact... and somewhat stronger than ever. In a phrase, I'm none too worse for wear and still stumbling, trying to find my footing. That's all one can do. 
In the interim, more than ever, I'm finding that personalities are as fickle and unpredictable as seasons and that mediocrity and basic people reign supreme in this cult-of-personality, as they accomplish their come-up from the bottom of the swamp as well as the best catches in the sea, who seem hypnotized by the foolishness of dysfunction. The forecast in my stratosphere range from sunny dispositions to broody, stagnant air. My stopgap is a heavy dose of preoccupation, sprinkled with good old-fashioned aloofness. I tried to find willing and interesting sponsorship/ads for this humble little blog, to no avail. No takers. Perhaps it's for the best. I like being the little engine that could. Just me and my thoughts, spilled out sans irritating, flashing banners. What was I thinking anyway? Back to the weather-- People, men (especially), women... they come and go. As I fumble toward some semblance of ecstasy, I'm humbled to re-realize who and what really matters and how much (more) I value certain people and things. 
Dating doesn't factor into my foresight so much, anymore... because I'm oh, so driven. My legs are pumping and sore from the effort of trying to complete this marathon run; so any and others... this includes rejects who've resurfaced from underneath their moist rocks for Spring, those who whisper sweet nothings (because essentially that's all it amounts to)... can kick rocks. I got my stoic groove back, creativity is flourishing, and I'm nibbling away- (with more frequency... like an famished city rat, who has hit pay dirt with its meal) at writing projects I neglected while in the throes of my frustration and anguish. 
I'll even admit out loud that I attempted to apply for a writing grant a few months ago... and got overwhelmed and intimidated by the whole process and gave up. I'm regretful, but not ashamed. My mind wandered towards more pressing matters...and my passion was stifled.
Regardless of what hasn't happened (yet) , I've got my second wind. I'm still flailing and am not down for the count. Watch out for these blind right-hooks. They are unbridled in their efforts and I take no responsibility for whose jaw might get cracked.

March 18, 2010

Coffee Rhetoric, The Interview

Recently, I received an email from a Mike Thomas of Blog Interviewer. Apparently someone had "recommended" that he contact me with a few questions about my blog. A slight bit of research dictated that his site was, in fact, legitimate and he wasn't a spammer looking to inundate my inbox or comments section with foreign spam, riddled with indecipherable text. 
In any event, I answered a few questions to give a little insight into my head and why I care so much about this here blog. ... as if you all don't have enough insight into what makes me tick.
I've (not) come up in the world. If you like what you read, and dig "my petition" please feel free to vote on my blog, and give it a thumbs up! Thanks again to Blog Interview for finding my answers interesting enough to print and promote.
 http://bloginterviewer.com/web-development/coffee-rhetoric-coffey
Enjoy.


February 23, 2010

Take A Look At My Life, See What I See



Still pavement pounding for the most basic of basic jobs, while networking and trying to catapult my own creative endeavors. Hard work. That level of commitment requires therapy, so I indulged in a little.
 In the meantime, I've been called a "beautiful, sophisticated, milk chocolate..." something or other, and compared to the likes of Jessye Norman. Not bad. Definitely far from "could be worse" status. Yet I got no takers or didn't generate enough interest in my quest for blog sponsorship, but alas, the night is still young and I am ambitious enough to stay hopeful. I recovered from my ass whooping, for now. And gained my second breath... so my resolve has been restored!
In the meantime, I shall continue partaking in therapy, mulling, pondering, hoping, cursing, so forth and so on... The night? It's still young. 

February 17, 2010

Be My Benefactor or Bust

Coffee Rhetoric is looking for advertisers. If you're, culturally aware, natural hair product, arts, film, wine, coffee, glam (and interests of the like) affiliated and you think you'd like to LEGITIMATELY advertise on my blog or acquire my writing services as a guest writer/witty observer/reviewer of wonderful things/blogger/columnist-- please email me at coffey0072@yahoo.com. If you're a local business, person, thing (local meaning if you're from Connecticut... Greater Hartford area especially), that'd be even more awesome.
SERIOUS and pertinent inquiries only. Don't be shy. I'm serious if YOU are. I've got manners. I'll only talk ish in writing, as opaquely as I can muster and behind your back. ;-)
**Blog sponsor appeal updated to add that I'm not just looking for any and every type of sponsor. My blog matters a LOT to me, because it's a reflection of my thoughts. An extension of me, so the hope is to garner attention from a sponsor, whose endorsement I believe in.  It's not about selling out or cashing in. It's about moving forward and branching out, so I can do this thing bigger and even better. Back to the regularly scheduled program. That is all. :-)