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December 31, 2012

Coffee Rhetoric's 20 Most Read Posts of 2012


Just like that, a new year will be upon us in mere hours and save for some massive bumps and bruises, we got here relatively unscathed, not having to endure a zombie apocalypse. 2012 has been a year replete with a lot of interesting news-bites, dumb-dumb social gaffes from politicians, some notable highs, and extremely tragic lows. It's also been an interesting year for Coffee Rhetoric. I've had the opportunity to participate in some interesting discussions, serve on a couple of panels and offer insight on being a writer, blogger, and navigator of social media, as well as seeing this humble blog introduced to a wider breadth of readers via mainstream media, many of who I've been able to engage with on here, via Twitter, and on Facebook.


July 30, 2012

Nostalgia: "Quadri-Boobs"

I've been feeling busy lazy nostalgic, so decided to dig into the deep, dank, dark, slimy underbelly of Coffee Rhetoric, to dig of posts of yore and re-post them. Twitter and Facebook weren't social media staples my first full year as a blogger [née hopeful short-story fiction writer], and so some of my more personal, obnoxious,WTF posts never had the luxury of ever dancing across any "timelines" or "news-feeds".

The following post I'm about to re-share is near and dear to my heart. It's that moment in space and time when my proverbial "spot" was blown up by the Hartford Courant, my anonymity flew out the window, and my former co-workers came to work side-eying me with questions lingering on the tips of their nosy tongues, the Monday after an article had been published in a Hartford Courant Sunday feature by Joel Lang entitled; "Decoding The Blogosphere".  It generated several comments as well. For shits-and-giggles [and because I need a reason to post it], I'm also attaching a rather ... disturbing... video at the end, as the only addition or change. 

This is from 2005. I'm old. Enjoy. 

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Quadri-Boobs -- September 25th, 2005 


I have a staring problem of epic proportions. This is one of the primary reasons why I wear over-sized, dark shades. I feel they give me license to stare until my heart's content. Generally speaking, I guess it would be referred to as 'people watching'… whatever. 

In my head, I critique people's fashion do's and don’ts or I try to read their faces to determine what type of day they've had. I'll use what I see in my literary art if it's interesting enough. No man, woman, or child is exempt from my vigilant (yet shrouded) gaze. On occasion I may rubber neck (within reason) at attractive men, in appreciation of a woman's well put-together ensemble, or at a horrible fashion doozy. Needless to say, this past Tuesday late- afternoon while I was en-route to my mother's house after work, I was waiting at one of the designated stops, to transfer to another bus.
While waiting, I indulged my staring problem for the 10 or 15 minutes it took for my connecting bus to arrive. I watched people stomping up and down the street, looking relieved that their workday was finally over and done with. I spied various types of women (and men) taking long awaited drags off of their cigs. I saw women of all shapes, sizes, colors, and ages... some chic in their workday threads... some looking like they got dressed in the dark confines of their closets. I spied muffin-tops bubbling over the waists of ill-fitting trousers, protruding through equally ill-fitted knit tops. I also saw men wearing too large shirts, crammed into wrinkled khakis creating an unflattering blouson… like deflated parachutes. Regardless of fashion sense, lack thereof, size, race, etc. I noted one problem in particular… 

Too many women wearing horribly fitted bras. I'm about to share a nasty, nasty figure... 80% of women wear the wrong bra (and panty) size. This petite young woman of ample chest (very ample) who trounced by me illustrated this alarming fact. She had on a stretchy white cotton cap-sleeved fitted tee and I could clearly see through the fabric of her shirt. She had a bad, bad case of what I call the four-boob syndrome. Her cup size, seemingly, began just below the nipplage mark. The whole top half of her rack spilled over the cups of the bra. (Unless you're wearing the proper-size balconet or a demi bra, this should not be the case)- She was pushing Double-D turf. Her DD puppies looked like they were crammed into a C-cup... she was killing me... and not softly. I shook my head, irritated... wishing I'd had a tape measure and the moxie to intercept her path, measure her rack, and to tell her to immediately go and buy whatever cup size she actually was

Teenaged girls and women within my age bracket tend to be the primary offenders of this horrible trend. They see a cute bra and they buy it anyway, notwithstanding the fact that it doesn't fit. Some women have gouges in their skin, because their bras are just way too tight... prompting their back-bacon (regardless of body type) to spill out from the sides. Undergarments are supposed to feel comfortable. If fitted properly, they make or break an entire outfit or the appearance of one's rack. During my college years, I was walking around wearing the wrong bra size, and hadn't even realized it, until someone waged an intervention. I was walking around wearing a DD (which was actually too large). Often-times, I found myself tugging the back of my bra relentlessly and my tops just didn't seem to fit properly... but still, I was ignorant to the fact that my bra wasn't the proper size. One summer, several years ago, while shopping in a popular store at the mall, my intervention played out. This store had bras on sale. I decided to buy a couple. Upon walking up to the feisty, petite, Latina cashier to pay for my wares, I got schooled in Brassiere 101. Feisty happened to note the bra size I was about to purchase right before she rang it up. She took one look at my bust (which is ample and full, but not huge) and turned up the corners of her mouth in disapproval; as one would do to an insolent child. 

"Honey, this is not the right size." she said. "But I've been wearing this size for a long time" I argued, so sure I was correct. She looked at my rack, one more time, before driving her point home... "Trust me, you are not a DD. I know what I'm talking about. I am used to women coming in here buying the wrong bra size." I started to protest once more, but Feisty shushed me, draped a tape measure around her neck, and stepped from behind the counter. "Come here" she ordered. I obliged, lifting up my arms, to let her wrap the tape around my back and just under my bust. "40D" she said with an 'I told you so' smirk on her face. 

Silent, I returned the bras I was about to purchase back to sale rack, and got their replicas in a 40D. That was about 4 or 5 years ago, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me. My tops fit a lot better, my boobs aren't squished uncomfortably in their cups, and the bra tugging is at a minimum. Wearing the proper-size in bra compliment my rack if I do say so myself. Most department and fine lingerie stores offer bra fittings for free, yet women don't take advantage, because they don't feel comfortable getting their sweater puppets sized up. I advise all women, young, middle-aged, and old, to suck it up and do it! It makes a huge difference as to how you fit into your clothes. 

Knowing your proper undergarment size also makes it easier to shop for bras sans the guessing games.... and failing miserably. Bra fittings should take place at least once a year, as a gynecological or dental exam does; and if you’re still not comfortable asking a salesgirl to measure your tats, then I implore you to give your best friend (paramour or husband) a tape measure and ask her (or him) to do it. Your breasts will be so grateful, that they'll breathe a sigh of relief.
 

July 29, 2011

Coffee Buzz: Jendayi "Makingyoulaff" Covington For the Win!

Jendayi w/ Sherri Shepherd
I recently had the opportunity to speak with up-and-coming comedienne and Hartford native, Jendayi Covington, who was fresh from and excited over her official (make or break) debut at Gotham Comedy Club in New York City, where she’d just graduated. Jendayi, who was always keen at making people laugh was prodded into taking the class after a friend (with the help of a Groupon), paid for her to take a course at Gotham... 
“I didn’t really take it seriously when she bought me the course and I also don’t really know my way around New York… I’m not familiar with it. It took me three months to take the course.” Jendayi explained. “Once I decided to call and take the course, I started commuting from Connecticut to New York every week.”
Reluctant at first, Jendayi decided to ease on down the road towards becoming a successful comedienne. It just happened that on her first day, instructor and prolific comedy writer and comedienne in her own right,  Karen Bergreen was out sick. Jendayi hit a wall in the form of a dour substitute instructor who probably had been heckled to death during their attempts at stand-up. Jendayi had entered her first day of class with a routine she hadw ritten on scraps of paper- (still unfamiliar with the standard format for comedy writing) - and stood up to present her set, in hopes of receiving constructive criticism. Instead, Substoot Teecher and possible dream killer, bitingly told Jedayi how terrible her material was, causing her to become conflicted over whether she should return to Gotham or not. 
Having reached an impasse, Jendayi sent an impassioned email to Karen Bergreen, expressing the apprehension the first class had caused her... 
“After Karen responded, I felt so much better!” Jendayi said. “She told me not to flood my mind watching other comedians… to be myself, because all comedians are not the same. That they’re telling stories about their lives. After that email discussion, my faith and passion was restored, because I LOVE to write. That first class and other people’s critiques were giving me writer’s block and I was nervous and in tears, I was so overwhelmed.” 
Determined but still unsure how to redeem herself, Jendayi (who's also a hairstylist) - marched into her next class at Gotham, having decided to perform the very same set that was initially shot down by the Substoot, for Karen Bergreen. 
“I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS!” Bergreen reportedly exclaimed. “Don’t change a thing!”
Jendayi w/ the incomparable Paul Mooney!
Jendayi performed at her class’s graduation at Gotham Comedy Club. With encouragement from her husband to be herself and to “mentally shut down the noise from critics." Jendayi also recalled her class with fondness and a hint of WTF voice, when relaying some of the material her classmates had presented in class... 
"Comedy comes with a certain maturity level... You have to have a thick skin and be a great writer and comedy class has a lot of freedom, of speech, so some people were just saying some random, crazy stuff... making inappropriate comments about natural catastrophes and saying things about other races... you gotta understand timing and flow. You either have it or don't." 
She invited all of her family and friends to make the trip to see her perform during graduation, chartering a bus just  six days prior, selling out seats to family, friends, and her supporters, who rolled deep to her graduation and subsequent performance. Her set elicited major kudos from Gotham Comedy Club producer, Andy Engel... who was floored by Jendayi’s routine and spoke highly of her to The View co-host and comedienne Sherri Shepherd, who she later networked with ... 
“The feedback was tremendous! I got a standing ovation that night! Not just from my supporters who came out to see me… but from the whole audience! Andy, who doesn’t co-sign someone’s unless they’re really good, gave me a hug at the end and so did Karen. It was awesome! I got introduced to Sherri Shepherd as the best student and I got to network with her… it was… just so cool.” Jendayi recalled, seemingly still overcome by the experience. 
“My Facebook wall was filled with feedback from other comedians. DJ Big Man (from Hot 93.7) shouted me out on the radio the next morning and my phone was ringing off the hook. Promoters were calling me… People were Facebook messaging me, offering to be my manager... it was crazy!” she recalled. 
Well-schooled and full of undeniably raw talent, Jendayi is definitely equipped with all the right tools to keep people in stitches. Don't sleep on her... 
Check her out on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jendayi.scott


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. 

May 23, 2011

Exotic Fragrance Redux!

A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about the smellnificent, creamy soft wonders of Exotic Fragrance perfume oils and shea butter... a Hartford-based company owned by Zaahir Qawi. I've corresponded with him several times since then and spoke to him on the phone, only to find a pleasant and driven business man working hard to hustle- (to much fanfare as illustrated by the initial email I received, that made me privy to his business)- my favorite type of products to use! Since that time I've discovered that Zaahir is in the process of checking out rental spaces in the area, so as to have a store front for us Hartford folk to frequent for high-grade perfume oils, incense, oil burners and natural products for skin and hair.
In the interim and to appease all you fine readers who inquired about Zaahir's products and for those who are just plain ol' interested, he was generous enough to offer a Coffee Rhetoric discount... Order from Exotic Fragrance and save 10% off your order! Are you stoked?? I am! I like Amber Cream, Egyptian Swirl, and Rihanna's Reb'l Fleur (much to my surprise) myself and I've gotten a lot of compliments from wanted and unwanted admirers, but I digress. I use raw shea butter by the tubs and he just got batches of fresh raw shea in- (Shea butter is magical. Trust)- after having been sold out. The Coffee Rhetoric discount is from him to you. Get on it! 
--> Exotic Fragrance Coffee Rhetoric Discount
That is all. 
 

May 10, 2011

Why, Yes... You May Sniff Me Now...

Some weeks ago, I opened my Yahoo! Mail and found this message in my inbox:  
Hi,
I recently came across some of your reviews on Yelp and thought of someone I was introduced to a few years ago a real nice guy who lives in Hartford who sells fragrance body oils, shea butter and interesting novelties right here in Hartford. I have even seen some of their business ads posted on bus stops mostly in the Northend. His company is called Exotic Fragrance and his website is http://www.exoticfragrancestore.com.  I've purchased their China Musk (euphorious), Egyptian Musk and Baby Powder oil and they were wonderful. I thought of your review of Noor's body oils in Manchester, who I've also purchased from and this other business came to mind. Maybe you can request his samples (he sends them out free from his website or follow his contact link- I know their email is info@exoticfragrancestore.com.  He says he's going to expand his natural body care to include more natural hair and skin care! Thanks again for the witty, insightful information on your blog!
Intrigued- Firstly, because I'm stoked that folks actually read and enjoy my Yelp reviews  (a local business owner or perhaps one of his cronies did try to have a review I wrote  flagged once, to no avail but I digress), and also because I wear perfume oils everyday and go through tubs of raw shea butter as if the end of the end world were imminent... deeming it necessary to go out with guns blazing and supple skin- I visited the website via the link provided in the email. I was excited because I usually order my perfume oils off the internet from a supplier in New York, as it's hard to come across street vendors (at least around here) who sell quality oils... or who don't cut or water down their products (I'm a perfume oil connoisseur... I cannot and will not be tricked... I know a dupe when I smell it), so being made privy to the fact that there's a local person in the business of selling quality scents and other products, I emailed the vendor, Zaahir Qawi. I explained how I found his website and asked if he'd be willing to send me a few smellies to sample and so I can possibly feature his business on my blog (as I'm all for endorsing interesting local people, places, and things particularly if I become a fan). Zaahir promptly responded offering to mail me some samples... And so I waited... 
Fast forward about two weeks later... This past Saturday, I got a text from my visiting sister saying that a man had dropped off- (Yes, much to my surprise, he hand delivered it himself)- a small package with "Coffey" written across the front and that her husband had received it in my absence. "It smells really good too!" she texted.  I immediately knew what it was... and sternly instructed her to promptly put it away and not to open it. Needless to say, upon getting home I was highly impressed by what I received...  Zaahir also provided me with a small container of unrefined Raw Shea Butter. The oils are definitely high quality, heavily scented, and they last throughout the day... all good signs because, this past Monday, I went to one of my offices (The Market at 21's cafe), to do some much needed writing when a man sitting nearby interrupted me and asked, "Excuse me... I'm sorry to bother you, but what scent are you wearing??" Pow! The Egyptian Swirl was undeniable. 
I called Zaahir to personally thank him for dropping off the samples and was told he was hoping to, at some point, open up a shop in the Hartford area. In the meantime folks can order his custom blended perfume oils (he'll blend any combination you want) at ExoticFragranceStore.com "We get new scents everyday!" he assured me. If you're looking to provide an Exotic Fragrance experience to someone's olfactory organs (whether you're a Hartford local or not) I'd get on it... I know I plan on ordering more!



January 12, 2011

The Hart's Beat

The cardiac cycle functions from one heartbeat to the next. The cycle's frequency generates via the heart rate. Throughout the cardiac cycle, the blood pressure increases and decreases... and is coordinated by a series of electrical impulses produced by specialized heart cells, so forth and so on...
... And so describes the makeup of the City of Hartford (CT), lovingly referred to as The Hartbeat by its residents and supporters. Hartford is the small New England city that ebbs and flows. And with sheer derring-do and tenacity, defends against its detractors even during the low-tide.
There're people who live here despite its unfair reputation, work here and who actually like and enjoy it. The Hartbeat's core is the very people that constantly work toward making the city a better place to live, improving the quality of life for the city's residents. Not content to just sit by idly, thumb up ass or pointing and jeering in mocking "Your city is shit!" tones (one would need to read the comments section of Courant.com to see the nonsense that permeates the feedback section whenever there's a story- good or bad- about Hartford) - Poets, writers, filmmakers, movers and shakers use artistic expression and wonderfully grand ideas to help relay the patchwork of stories that give Hartford its grit and spirit.
I recently was offered the opportunity to work with a group of creative people who are amongst those that make The Hartbeat expand, grow and contract rhythmically. They're fittingly called HartBeat Ensemble and they were able to acquire the means to hire a blogger and videographer to help document the process of their play in progress, "Flipside." 
An advocate for and believer in my city, I am honored to currently hold the blogger position and had the opportunity to watch this group of actors build on what will undoubtedly be a riveting play, giving voice to real people and actual events. HartBeat Ensemble stands out amongst other local professional theaters, because they create their own original works and pay homage to Hartford's history and the current events that affect the city's surrounding communities. 
Monday I sat in on a table reading of Flipside,  and it was definitely interesting to see how actors get into their... zones. The Actor is definitely an interesting breed of artist. The members of HartBeat Ensemble tossed around actor's lingo and gesticulated wildly as they edited certain aspects of the script on the spot. Their language is colorful and I anticipate (and hope for) an increase in its crudeness as rehearsal and preparation treads along. 
There'll be a lot of hip-hop based language, a span through different times during the war on drugs in Hartford, not to mention the technical aspects of the stage work, sound, and lighting will be interesting. This will definitely be a compelling ride to be on... to see a play's inception and then follow the process to fruition... 
It definitely needn't be missed once it reaches the stage at The Hollander downtown. Perhaps the group's presence in their new space will allow them to dance the Rigadoon around The Hartbeat's naysayers and hecklers who claim the city doesn't foster a creativity or who seem to think Hartford is full of nothing more than "Blacks, drug dealers, and poor people." The ignoramuses who truly believe that propaganda would need to have a heart in order to be attuned to what's unfolding in The Hartbeat. And what's unfolding is the work of poets, visionaries, and truly talented people. 
In the meantime, I will enjoy watching these actors flail, act, and gesticulate their way toward the finish line as they work to build a really good play. 
Stay tuned... 

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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. 

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

Coffee Buzz

Summer in Hartford is always aflutter with different events and activities, but Fall (one of my favorite seasons) is just as active and presents a wide range of events for folks to enjoy. Anybody who still pisses and moans about there not being anything to do here needs to stay just stay home and log into the Yahoo! Chatrooms or Chat Roulette and fap all by their lonesome, because you're obviously just as ill-informed as the people who solely exist in that world, while wonderful and sexy things unfold around them. ...

Local, Local, Local! ...
Salute Restaurant, downtown Hartford, 100 Trumbull Street- Pacific Northwest Wine Dinner, November 1, 6:30-9:30PM: Salute is a wonderfully run, Italian style, price friendly restaurant with outstanding Happy Hour prices. This is their first first wine dinner. Please call to reserve your spot! 
Also, Hartford's local theater group HartBeat Ensemble is currently prepping for their holiday production, Ebeneeza. They're currently looking for a girl, between 7-11years old to cast as the "child Ebeneeza." Please contact them for more details. 
Hartford Stage Company presents: Antony & Cleopatra, Oct 8 -Nov. 6
Harriet Beecher Stowe Center- Salons At Stowe, Oct. 14 5pm-7pm, Topic: Engaging Neighbors, Building Communities, Free
Hooker Day Parade, downtown Hartford- Help celebrate the Founder of Hartford, Thomas Hooker. This parade will be even more extraordinary
Mark Twain House, Hartford- Graveyard Shift Ghost Tours, selected dates in October
Happy Hours!!Bocca Rossa, downtown Hartford, Koji, downtown Hartford, McKinnons Irish Pub, downtown Hartford

You'll love this! Trust me...  

N'Dambi's Pink Elephant (released last year, this month but still great!) 


(She made these awesome hoops w/ the colors of the African flag and runs a cool and very informative blog here. I covet these pillow cases!)






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 14, 2010

Progress

The core group of people who've followed this blog from the beginning and have read about me crying, laughing, brooding, grieving, fumbling towards ecstasy, waxing nostalgic, in addition to all of my dating disasters know that amidst all of this foolery lies a starving literary artist and social media personality. I put a lot of hard work into Coffee Rhetoric and would like to experience the recognition that comes with all of the effort... which includes me not having to work a string of thankless jobs, under the supervision of some miserable hag, and finding contentment freelancing and doing things for myself.  I also don't want to be the sole nutcase out on the ledge all by myself, and so would like to write about other interesting people, places and things, especially those who are/which are local. 
Bocca Rossa - 942 Main ST, Htfd, CT
This phase finds me at my most ambitious. The hunger has involved me stepping the ante up on networking and schmoozing... something I've always had an aversion to.  I've always likened schmoozing to flirting... I mean, it is a derivative, non? In any event, I'm reserved when it comes to both and am never one to approach a person first. Usually animated when prompted. I always felt that schmoozing involved acting in a disingenuous way, to get something from someone... and in essence it is. So imagine my surprise upon realizing I can be myself and still network with interesting people who're receptive to my creative endeavors.
I've been going out more and trying to develop contacts to help me along on my journey. I've basically become like the harried accordion player in The Wind Journeys
No people are better to network with than bartenders, because they hear everything and are essentially masters at being in the know. The past year and this current, I've met some truly outstanding and personable bartenders who've hipped me to some really interesting people, places, and things. The two cute bartendresses, Rachel and Sarah, at downtown lounge, Bocca Rossa, have truly been amazing. From buying me a glass of fruit infused grappa to making stellar recommendations... they're awesome. Rachel was instrumental in introducing me to a notable or two, supplying them with a brief synopsis about my creative endeavors as well as giving me insight on some interesting events I'm going to try to insinuate myself in at. 
cognac & amaretto 
I definitely see myself becoming a semi-regular there. On top of having a great wine and spirit list, good locally made sausage, a great chef, and playing outstanding music that had me feeling nostalgic - (Neo-Soul, down-tempo, acid house, acid jazz) - and made my delicates quake excitedly - (because the stuff is right up my alley and isn't played anyplace else I can think of in the area) - they offer up a wicked Tomaresca and Malbec.
blurry pic of sauteed clams in a spicy broth
Also, where else where I happen upon a patron who'll lecture me on the importance of having men eat out my hand and knowing my worth (Kanye shrug) or be able to knock over and break a glass of wine on the bar, after gesticulating wildly upon hearing a friend's disturbing stories about his dysfunctional relationship, without getting major shade thrown in my direction?
Bocca Rossa, I see you now... and I'll be back... til we meet again.
** Read my Yelp review 

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.


January 01, 2010

New Year & The Best of Coffee Rhetoric

The New Year is upon us. Good times. After a night of drinking and debauchery, I've always felt a little indifferent about sliding into yet another new year. Somehow, I feel especially excited about Twenty-Ten. Perhaps because I'm getting a lot more serious about accomplishing some goals that've simmered on low, on the backburner, for a long while? Not sure, but I'm a little giddy about this new year. I don't want the feeling to end. In the meantime, while I mull over new and more exciting ways to spill open on my blog (I've been at this since 2004!), nostalgia has prompted me to re-post some of my favorite entries.
Like this one; Entitled "Like Water for Chocolate"