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Dear Halfway Diary,
Wednesday, July 7, 2004
Dear Halfway Diary,
Dear Halfway Diary,
So, I know I've been away for a while and I promised I'd be writing more
often than not, but I've been really busy, busy. Of course I've got the
terrible twos approaching my twosome, but that's not all! I've got these
two wonderful shows set to debut at two new venues for LTG> One of
course,
the Live Spot at the Improv on 53rd between 8th and 9th Ave., Our
entertainment extravaganza Variety show, starts August 3rd and runs every
Tuesday at 9pm and then our ultra fun Live Spot Comedy Show every Friday
at
Midnight at the Boston Comedy Club!!! Starts July 2nd -- start the 4th of
July weekend right!!! This is such an exciting time and LTG is on the
move.
Shout outs to Lady Adeena, Laz, Eric and our newest Gang members Kathryn
Hnatio and Eleven (Hip Hop star ~ IKKENT.com) and his crew as we embark on
this journey together! We had a ball last weekend and got to hook up with
some legendary rappers, Dana Dane, Kurtis Blow, etc. ~ it was off the
chain@!!
See you at The Live Spot,
Ah-Keisha
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Dear Halfway
Diary,
What's going on? I'm sitting here at the computer, listening to the sound
of the keyboard. The clicking noise can be soothing, but somehow, right
now, it's just too urgent to be soothing. It's furtive and annoying.
That's because it's folks at my gig, typing their hearts away. They're
full time employees and that's their life. They type what in the end is
not important to them directly. But, it is because if it isn't done then
their paychecks are at stake when the business folds because the workers
failed the job. Working is hypocrisy. You can splice it into the whys
and why nots, but it's hypocrisy. You need it, but you don't get enough,
however, if you don't have it, you won't have enough.
My job is simply come in, do an event and go.. See ya whenever. I like
that. I don't know if I could stand having to come in everyday from 9 to
6pm pretending to be busy all the time and working for the guy upstairs to
make a lot of money so he can pay me the scraps. But, working part time
is essentially doing the same thing, but on a more convenient schedule.
Or is it? At any job, you'll find those who work to their hearts limit,
pushing towards that promotion or that darn crappy paycheck. Everyone
faces the same boss man, who holds the key to their comfort. Part time or
full time. Although, the rewards to full time employment is a reliable
paycheck and the magical word, benefits, there's nothing much more there
to accomodate the headaches, backstabbing and seemingly meaningless long
hours. In the end, if this is truly you're calling, and you're getting
everything you need and more from it, I say it's worth it, but for most,
it isn't. A sacrifice must always be made in the world of employment or
unemployment, if you must.
Were I rich and famous, I'd have a whole other set of baggage. But, for
now, all I carry is the part time blues. No benefits, but a whole lotta
cash and extra time for me on my hands. Not so bad, eh? I think not.
ASCAP hooks us songwriters up when it comes to benefits, so I'm ok, unlike
my other fellow part-timers.
I've been fortunate so far to wind up with the part time gigs that help
sustain my family, but I know far too many people who don't. The life of
an artist, is just unpredictable and blossoming with hopes of fleeing this
peasantry lifestyle eventually. However, if you're just working cause
this is all you got, aside from a bottle of Jack Daniels, then full time
gig or not, all hope of a life beyond the gig is gone. Well, on the bright
side, keep on playing the lotto and cruising the casinos and you might
win!
But Lisa always wanted to be a teacher. She is now. Fun? Thomas is a
CPA. He is now. Fun? Lets be real, nowadays, most people graduate from
college only to fold clothes at the Gap or be a glorified Secretary, with
benefits. Why? How is that fair. This thing of job is just crap because
anyway you dice it, nothing's fair. Nobody's getting paid and the health
insurance still sucks because the good doctors work with another plan or
for good ol' cash. How's that for skepticism.
Working mothers who spend every waking hour at the job, just gave birth,
at the job, overtime, at the job. Families are controlled by the job
because essentially the job comes first. Heaven forbid, you have an
accident or you lose a relative. I recently heard someone I work with
say, jokingly of course, that they hoped the person who's father passed,
and was forced to call out this week, would be in next week because they
wouldn't want to have to do their job again next week". People cannot
afford to be compassionate because with a job, you realize that every day
Mary Sue or Johnny doesn't make it in, your load is heavier and the
benefits pale.
So what, I have benefits! I still may drop dead before my boss lets me
off to make my frigging appointment!!!
I don't know, why don't you vent.
Write me, Kinwis@msn.com
Ah-Keisha
Wednesday, May 5, 2004
Dear Halfway Diary,
Have you ever felt like I feel right now? Without words, but full of
things to say. I feel like a big kid who's experiencing life for the
first time. I just want to jump in and let it take its course, no matter
where it might lead me because deep down inside, I know it's going where
I'm destined to be. Last night I had a dream of a young girl, who looked
nothing like me, but was me. She was holding a yellow crayon and kept
sitting down and getting up again... like she couldn't control her
movements. She kept the
crayon in her hand and then as she rose for the tenth time, the crayon
changed to blue then to green and then it became a silver, a silver unlike
any I'd ever seen. And when it changed, she stopped moving and stared at
it until it became a canvas of brilliant, majestic colors. Colors so
bright, she could dance on them as they rose in the air and spilled off
into the horizon. She then smiled at me and because I was her, she smiled
inward, as we giggled inside at what we'd created.
Lately, I've been having deja vu constantly. A day won't go by where I
don't know what's happening or will happen at least 3 times in that day.
It's telling me something, I can't describe. But, something great is
going to happen and very soon. I can't wait to find out what it is, and
when I do, I will share it with you.
I'm learning to love life unlike I've ever loved life before. Life is
human and being human is love.
Ah-Keisha
Dear Halfway Diary,
None of this matters. Everything has a purpose. How can that be said if
both are true? I don't know. With a mouth. That's how. And then peanut
butter and jelly? Why, together? Why apart? How can someone say I want
a peanut butter sandwich and expect jelly? You didn't ask for jelly...
Open that door. Why that door? Are there two doors, one of which I don't
know about? And if there are, then why are you pointing to that one over
there...I'll open the door. Can of worms... Huh? Why is a conversation
that could be argumentative considered a can of worms? Is it really that
slimy? Is it going to wiggle around in your mouth or let alone the floor
when you say it? Why did you put the worms in the can? And why are you
picking on worms? Just say what you must. Instead, maybe, it could be a
can of manure? Would that leave the impression you'd like if we spoke
about this thing that's so bad. Security desk? Huh, why is the desk,
security? Is it like a blanket. So, I guess that means the person
assigned to it, must hold it? And then throw it when the bad guy comes.
Call me. Huh, don't you mean dial my number? Cause if I just called you,
then how could you hear me if you've already left? And how would you know
that it was you I was calling if you wanted me to call me? Wouldn't I
answer or even someone named Me who happened to be nearby? What then
would we talk about?
Keisha
Dear Halfway Diary,
There's this guy at my job who likes me. Not as a co-worker, a friend or
better yet an acquaintance, but he really, LIKES ME, likes me. It
wouldn't be so annoying if he didn't always find ways to talk to me about
nothing. He's a facilities guy and since we have absolutely nadda in
common aside from the fact that we work at the same place, he always wants
to talk to me about fixing things and opening up piping systems and crap
like that! I don't care about that stuff. I do Events not the plumbing,
I don't care! The guy walks around with 5 million keys and lets them
dangle from his belt buckle so he can jingle everywhere he walks. His
theme song is a ring of keys?! I'm only here part time, but he's becoming
a full time headache. You know what he said to me? "I like you and I know
that you're married and so am I, but I like you..." eewww. Am I visiting
a Danielle Steele book or what--- I never thought I'd be the inside flap.
He's repulsive and not because he's ugly, but because he's weird. He's
slow to do his job and quick to fess up to liking me!?!! Huh. All I keep
thinking is, 'You're the New guy, act new!!!" Confessing your likes
should happen after 13 years not 1 month! Did he think I would seep from
my panties and profess my love@@@ What's going on? Anyway, on another
note, I've been approached by all kinds of weirdoes lately. Should I
start wearing perfume to steer them away. Sometimes, chicks wear so much
perfume, it turns into a black hole of disgusting funk, perhaps I should
do that too. Oh, I can't because then my husband wouldn't want me. I
mean this crooked tooth dude comes up to me and asks if the E train is
running. I tell him I don't know, why doesn't he just look at the signs
and he thinks I'm flirting with him. He, with this dogged grin, smiles
and says, "you cute, you fiery." What the hell is that? So, I ignore him
and then he asks me my name and I say, "Married". He then smiles, I
suppose thinking I said Mary and after a minute of unnecessary grinning
gets serious and says, "Did you say Married?" I shook my head and then he
becomes Reverend "Gums" telling me to always stick by my vows and "not
just because I'm ugly." He referred to himself as ugly before running up
the steps and out of my life...
What a world. That's what makes me happy I'm not on the market anymore!
Jeez.
Keisha
Dear Halfway Diary,
So, the one thing I hate, are stuffy people. It seems that these people
hold themselves above every creature that walks. I've yet to see a stuffy
person who hasn't been stuffy with an animal unless it was their own.
I've seen stuffy people snuff a dog before. The dog was all happy and
friendly, and the stuffy person just brushed on by and then had the nerve
to look at the dog like, "what are you doing?" Can't a dog be happy
without being judged? Stuffy people, instead of clearing free of human
contact, they always manage to go to every function possible that includes
not being stuffy! To weddings, to birthday parties, to church! They go
to church and then have the audacity to be stuffy with people when they
sing along with a hymn or get the Holy Spirit or sit beside them and for
crying out loud, BREATH!!! Is it so hard to let the human next to you
breath, you stuffy, buffy huffy!@ I don't want to be in contact with you
at work, but we work together because we have to. What made you so
special that folks need to join an invisible club to be alright with you?
The thing about them is that without fail, they're always lonely, always
have these high unattainable standards for the men or women they won't
date. Did you ever think that your stuffiness is why you DON'T date?!!?
I guess not, too busy being stuffed in your own ass to even smell the
coffee.
I don't know what's the deal!
Later,
Ah-Keisha
Dear Halfway Diary,
Are you going to watch the Grammy's? Many Janet Jackson supporters will
not be since they feel she is being unfairly prosecuted by the media and
CBS. Jermaine Dupri even resigned as President of the National Academy of
Recording Arts and Sciences' Atlanta chapter. I mean what is the big deal
anyway. Yes, it was really uncalled for if planned, but should she be
ostracized for making a career blunder. She has to deal with the guilt
and embarrassment of it, with the image of her flapping boob all over Ti
Vo and the internet, but does this really warrant blacklisting? If the
whole Michael thing wasn't enough for the Jackson family - And what's up
with Justin Timberlake and his punked out reaction? "I was appalled and
embarrassed," he claimed. He said his family was offended, but were they
at all offended by the way he slapped her ass while they performed before
the boob fell out? Cause that was unappealing and disrespectful to me...
here she is a mega Icon, as MTV, once honored her, and now she's on the
stage with some wannabe, who's quick to objectify her and then deny he was
even apart of the darn act. Whatever. And another thing that I'm annoyed
about, is the Ashton Kutcher backlash. Is he being punk'd or what? Last
night, myself along with crowds of others saw the Butterfly Effect, and we
all thoroughly enjoyed it! The hype is wack and I think he's talented,
all he has to do is drop Demi, because she's doing to him what Bennifer
did to Ben and Jen.
Peace,
Keisha
Thursday, November 14, 2003
Dear Halfway,
I know you'll be at the Live Spot Presents because I can see it in your
eyes. You've been longing for this moment to be alone with LTG in a room
full of people. Don't say you can't help it because I already know. Why,
even your breath smells of Live Theatre Gang.com and I have to say it
smells delicious - a bit nutty! Sweet is not even the word. I love it
that you're not afraid to let go and give way to your temptations... being
with us is... tempting. Stop drooling you crazy person, you. Not on my
new Nassat hat! You're lucky you missed it or else I'd be a Hater and whup
your... hey, you're such a Great Comedian of Color! All the colors of the
rainbow! Especially red! Cause that's my favorite. Anyway, see you
soon. And don't think for a minute I don't appreciate the love you
show... if it wasn't for you, I couldn't let my true self shine through
and be poetic with a bunch of other Hilarious Poets, 3 and more to come!!!
Keisha
Dear Halfway,
It's never easy when you realize your best friend is gone. No trace of them
left to tickle or hug you. Chastize you or praise. And when you look back
on memories, they're not as clearly written as history would have them.
Their voices are muffled to reveal forgotten songs and the smell of soap
they used or the linens they pressed, will forever surprise you by visiting
in someone else's hair, bed. Those things make it easier to let go, but
harder to forget. Your Best Friend is gone. But, you've gained an 'Angel'
in Heaven.
I'm writing in not the best of moods. When I first heard last night about
the passing of a close friend of mine's mother, I have to admit, I just
wanted to ignore it. I didn't feel like hearing bad news or feeling the
heavy. Heavy as in the pain, the tears. It's never easy to face death,
especially when it comes at the most random times, your most vulnerable.
Needless to say, I woke up this morning and it truely hit me. She's gone. A
woman I'd met on occasion when she'd see our shows and watch her son wow
audiences. She was always sweet and warm, always had a funny thing to say,
always supportive. Now after 3, going on 4 years of knowing her son and
seeing her face, she's gone.
Her son made a comment after her death that in my opinion, many people feel
after losing someone they love. He felt saddened that she was gone and that
she didn't have a chance to see him "make it" all the way in writing and
performing. He wanted her to be proud of him and say, "Wow, he did it,
against all odds." What he didn't realize is, that every time she came
down and watched him grow whether on stage with LTG, in movies or poetry;
she smiled outwardly and stood up and applauded her baby... she saw his
success and she was proud. Proud not because he had millions of dollars and
a couple of meaningless cars, but because he was out there doing what he set
out to do. And not only was he doing it, but well! And she left this world
knowing that her child was attaining his dream to the fullest by any means.
She will continue to be there in his journey, only this time to lend him a
heavenly hand... to push him spiritually and mentally to going full force
ahead. My prayers will be with him always and his mama will too. Life
eventually must come to an end, but while you're in it, it must begin!
Now her absence will force you to keep the faith, because you can sometimes
be doubtful, and stay strong, because you can sometimes forget your power.
Keep your head up - and keep on making your mother proud as she smiles down
on you from heaven.
Love,
Keisha
Monday, November 3, 2003
Dear Halfway Diary,
There's so much to share today! One being, LTG's putting up their much
anticipated performance of Live Spot Presents Hilarious Poets III and other
great works on Sunday, November 16, 2003 at 5PM at the New York Comedy Club.
I can't wait because not only is the show jam packed with poets like Jomo
Kellman, Isrealite, Azrael and Damon from Printz of Poets 2, but it also
features many up and coming comedians like David Waugh and Eric Thomas. Also
up, excerpts from the hit satire "Haters" featuring Peter Brena, Dustin
Quick and Alexandra Guiterrez. Old LTG member, Black Pearl will be keeping
it hot with her rendition of Moms Mabley as well as Lazaro Viciedo doing a
little Freddy Prinze. The Peanut Gallery is set to split our sides with
new, original sketch comedy and that's not even half of the fun! Nacinimod
Deodee of Nassat Crochet and Handcraft Designs will be premiering his newest
line of clothing and accessories mixing runway with poetry! As you know
he's fashioned the likes of Erykah Badu, Common and Outkast's Andre 3000.
So, you know it's tight!! And the competition is on, as the audience votes
who's the most Hilarious Poet 3! You don't want to miss it! All LTG's Gang
Members, new and old will be in attendance, not to mention you out there!
Our lovely LTG extended FAM! We're going to be saying "Adious" to the NYCC
and hello to New York Comedy West on 50th and 8th, right down the block from
the David Letterman show. A new beginning for LTG; come celebrate with us
and get ready to laugh and be thoroughly entertained as we watch history in
the making!!
Love Ya and See You There!!
Ah-Keisha
P.S.
I have more to rant about, so check in later on, because there's some
entertainment stuff I'd like to get off my chest! See you soon.
Wednesday October 1, 2003
Dear Halfway Diary,
Dear Halfway
Diary,
How must it feel to be Beyonce or Mya? To be shouted out by nobody's like
Nelly and his disordilies about how big their booties are. It's an insult
that their track record and talent is simply seen as leg and ass or tits
and ass or ass if they're flat chested. What happened to the days when
other recording artists respected one another because of their
musicianship? Would Marvin Gaye go on TV and say Tammi Tarrell has a
thick ass? I don't think so and if you think so, it never happened, so
you're wrong. MTV happened. And not just MTV, but BET and VH1. Because
all of a sudden, it wasn't the music we were listening to, but these
pretty faces that quickly disrobed to climb the charts quicker. Lauren
Hill never did that in her quest and we respected her and thought she was
pretty and intelligent and could sing and rap among the best. Missy is
still representing for women everywhere and without a doubt, sexy and
pretty and confident and incredibly talented. But, she unlike Britney and
Beyonce and now used to be innocent Mya, doesn't have to sell her ass to
sell records. And in the end, she doesn't have to be belittled by poo
butt male artists who could give two craps about the lyrical content or
personal victories of these women because they'll be out of public favor
in a year and what makes any lame rapper look better than to objectify
their competition.
I'm tired of these chicks who hide beneath the guise of, "I'm just finding
out my independence and I feel sexy and want people to not judge me for my
body, but my records." If that was the case, you wouldn't have to dress
in a way that would automatically place you in a category you feel unfit.
And you wouldn't be defensive, you'd be right. These women are dressing
provocatively in many cases, not because they want to, but because they
feel along with their labels they have to in order to go platinum or gold
or whatever they seek. You can be sexy without getting butt naked and you
can demand respect without being covered with a sheet. It's when you find
the line that you define as an artist, that you will get the respect you
deserve as an artist. And there will no longer be the uncomfortable
pulling down of the skirt that's barely there and the cowering to dudes
who's talent is without comparison to your own. Like Queen Latifah said
in the 90's, "U.N.I.T.Y!"
If someone asked me if I had the figure would I do like them. My answer
would be Hell No! I had the slender figure and didn't.
Them dressing in that fashion is like a prostitute selling her ass on the
street. It's out there for everybody to see, she claims it's the way to
get her where she needs to be, her true talents are being upstaged by an
image, nobody really respects her and in the end, she is alone with a
barely there dress and unresolved issues.
Any chick that says men get to do anything they want and are not judged is
silly. Are you dressing provocatively so the same men who don't respect
you can see you practically naked making you feel empowered you did it in
your own video and not as an extra in theirs? Men are not women. All
you're doing is confirming the propaganda showing other little girls who
look up to you a false picture of womanhood. Womanhood is being
self-assure, strong, independent, comfortable in your shoes and bright.
It doesn't begin when you can wear an invisible skirt, but when you can
stand on your own two feet on your own terms. Not in retaliation to what
some guy did, but in affirmation of what you can do!
If you want revenge and hate to see women treated as objects in videos,
then put some dudes in yours with their butts and johnsons hanging out.
See how many guys are willing to sell their ass for screen time and then,
perhaps you'll be making 'progress'.
I have more to say on this, but I gotta go. If you have an opinion you
want to share about the subject hit me back.
Keisha
Dear Halfway
Diary,
I've got a headache. Not the kind that makes you lay down, although I
could use a nap, but the kind makes it impossible to lay down.
Headaches are terrible because they are uncomfortable and if you're
anything like me, violent. Not to others but to my head. Yeah.
Sometimes, I'll just hit myself repeatedly hoping the pain will go away,
but it doesn't? Why? Shouldn't double pain cancel each other out to make
pleasure? The other day this woman stopped in the middle of the block and
yelled out, "I can't take it anymore!!!" and then stabbed herself with a
safety pen over and over again. When the police carried her away, she
looked relieved. Pain can solve your pain! It's probably never been
recorded, but it's true. It's just like when an actor allows himself to
feel the pain of rejection over and over again and finally after another
baddd audition, he gets the role in an excruciatingly baddd play and
somehow after the terrible horrible baddd show runs awfully, he feels
great! And excited because now he can brag and say he did it and do it
again. Head aches!!! So, as I type I'm pinching myself with a nail
clipper. Feels painful! I can't stand it. Owww!!! But my head hurts.
Oh my goodness, my head is killing me!!! Stop the Pain damn it!!!! Stop
the./.. Pain. I just pierced my skin kinda bad. And I did it again.
Again. Oh and again! Yep, that looks really really bad. But, somehow I
feel relieved even as the blood trickles down my face, to my neck.....--to
my shoulder and uhm, to my stomach.... to my leg. Oh and onto the
carpet. I feel like...I might need --...stitches. It won't stop
bleeding! My entire left side is cut kinda, I don't know, Open and guess
what My headache's gone! Yeah!!!! I guess the ends really do justify the
means. And when they staple my head shut this too shall pass.
Out,
To The Hospital,
Keisha
Dear Halfway Diary,
Well, I know it's been a month or so since you last saw an LTG show, but
the wait will soon be over!!! That's right. Along with getting the
finishing touches done on our new 53rd Street location, we should be
rocking the house by November, The Gang also has prospects at a highly
prestigious location in Harlem!!! So, have no fear, we are coming back,
stronger than ever! Just needed a quick hiatus and a change of scenery.
We'll keep you updated.
Besides that, been living nicely and enjoying the kids. They grow so
fast, ya know? Okie dokie. Nothing weird has happened to me recently.
Good thing for me, bad thing for you jokers out there in web land. Ha!
Ha! That's all folks.
Keisha
Tuesday, July
15, 2003
Dear Halfway Diary,
Well hello! Just wanted to write and see how you're doing. Oh, really.
Wow, that sounds very interesting. Ditto. Okay, well, are you... uh
huh. Yeah, I'm listening. No, don't mind if I do. (Pause) Thanks. I'm
fine. So, I just wanted to sayy.... Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yup. That's really
interes-- Can you pass me the -- you are one busy mother -- What? Ok,
I'll stop. I'm losing my mind. Actually, I'm just getting older and
crazier. My birthday's in two days and I'm just waiting for old age to
knock me upside the head one time. Really, I could be older, I mean I
could be 23! Ha! Ha! My kids are approaching their first birthday so
that's really exciting. And, I spoke to one of my bestest friends from
High school today. She just called me to see how I was doing and catch up
on the times. That was cool. Want to know something. One of the kids I
was teaching this spring gave me a holla on the two way, and I was so
surprised. Well, I guess that's all she wrote. Or better yet I wrote. I
will tell you this. I was walking down the street and happened to walk
into some ugly couple's sloppy kiss. Looked like they were playing tongue
hockey. I never saw drool look so disgusted. That's right I said it.
The drool was disgusted. I think drool would be perfectly happy dripping
by itself. It didn't ask for you to bring Jane don't brush into its life.
Have you ever really looked at a tongue? It's gross. It looks... RAW
for crying out loud. Why would you want another person's raw pink, purple
and sometimes gray slimey taste bud holder in your mouth? And they make
it worse by making an unsuspecting traveler like myself walk into
it!!!!!!!!!!!! Why do people do that?!? Save that nasty kissing crap
for your bedroom! I hate that over the top show of emotion, especially in
public. I don't know you, but I know how you kiss? You moron! I think
her nose is for boogers! I saw a guy literally lick the boogers out this
chick's nose. Unattractive to say the least. Oh well. Heathens.
Bye,
Keisha
Tuesday, June
17, 2003
Dear Halfway Diary,
Well, I know what you must be thinking! This girl must've lost her mind
or fallen off the edge of the earth! She has not written in who knows how
long and all of a sudden she shows up talking about, "hey what's up!" Ok,
you got me. I've been all over the world in the time that I could've been
writing, but now I'm back. Actually, as far as the world is concerned,
I've been to the 5 boroughs! That counts for something. A Russian dude
once hit on me in the train station on Ely Avenue. Wow, huh? So, I have
been around the world, kinda. One thing is for sure, I've been up to a
lot!
The show, "Haters!" as you know was a wonderful and successful venture,
that will be returning in due time. My kids are now older and that makes
me even older. Uhm, lets see, I'm called Ms., everyday now, because I'm a
Teacher at this high School in Queens. Can you believe they call me Ms.?
I look the same age as them, sometimes even younger than quite a few and
they call me Ms. Makes me feel so old and dusty. But, that's life. I
actually teach Music to these 10th thru 12th graders. It's been a
wonderful experience, but tiring. I didn't realize what a headache a
teenager could give you. I'm thinking, "I wasn't at all like that."
(Smirk) I never was sarcastic and I definitely did not say, "You
OD'd" all the dang time. Put me in a time warp. Ok, so I was like that,
but it sure feels weird on the other foot. Oh, the joys of being an out
of touch adult. Ha!! But, its fun. Unfortunately, it is summer and I
won't see their energetic little faces for a whole 2 months!!!! Yippee!!!
Alright!!! But, really they are good kids and I think I was able to make
an impact on them. Hopefully, they walked away with a little extra food
for thought wherever their endeavors may lead them. Moving on. The LTG
front, we will be bringing back the Return of the Printz of Poets written
by my home slice butterz, (you had to see the show), Jomo! So, keep in
tune.
Well, that's all for now. But, I will be back, someday.......... Ok, not
that long away more like this week so check me out. Love ya all.
Ah-Keisha
Wednesday, March
26, 2003
Dear Halfway Diary,
Well, hello darling! It's been a minute since I've written, but I've been
mucho busy. But don't think for a second that I'd forgotten about you
peeping Toms and Tomasinas out there who like delving into the crazy life
I live. As many of you know LTG has been knocking out play after play
with "Haters" featuring a whole new crop of actors, directors and the
likes. It is such a fun production. The actors are cool and the show
thus far has been tight. I can't wait for the move to the new location
sometime this Spring because then we'll give Broadway a show unlike any
other.
As if having a great show isn't enough, I've just gotten word that I will
be teaching students acting at a New York City High School so I am so
excited about that. It seems like yesterday I was in High School, but now
I'm just a twenty some odd year
Well I must be out, but I will leave you with one more thing... I'll be
backkkkk!! So see my show! Oh yeah, I even have a one-woman part in
"Haters", called the Vagina Hater-Logues!! You must see it, it's crazy
funny! Until Sunday!
Bye,
Keisha
Saturday March 15, 2008
Dear Halfway
Diary,
We are in transition now with "Haters" underway. It is such a mindblowing
show and LTG is opening the doors to such a prolific and empowering
experience. I can't wait to see what future this production holds.
Peace,
Keisha
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Dear Halfway
Diary,
Long time no write-see! It's one tremendous year's end and an even better
year's beginning. 2002 offered a lot of blessings to myself and my family
especially with the birth of my beautiful baby boys. Who knew that love
could be so deep, but it is. And to be with children and happily married
and with my art is the best life anyone could get. Then to top it off we
had a tremendous show, "The Live Spot Presents" to bring me back into the
game and then my darling, extremely fun, "Boriqua Scrooge"! That was a
great experience and I can't wait to reprise it next year with an even
bigger return! But now the new year is here. 2003.
A year of even greater opportunities. This week "Civil Brand" goes to
Sundance, in February LTG brings you the return of "Haters" and in March
there's a big surprise ahead for all LTG fans because it marks the growth
of LTG, that all the perseverance and hard work paid off. You'll see.
All I can say for now is, you ain't seen nothing yet!
On another bright side, Ah-Keisha is proud to say she's written a book!
Yeah! My first and certainly not last. I feel so creative right now!
It's a beautiful thing!
Bless ya,
Keisha
Dear Halfway Diary,
Feliz Navidad! Well I hope everyone had a great Christmas - I did! And the
best way to close out Christmas and bring in the New Year is to check out the
final show of "Boriqua
Scrooge"! Don't miss the show that's making noise throughout NYC! Make
your reservations, call your cousins, aunts,
uncles, mamas, pappas and be in the house this Sunday, December 29, 2002! We
can't wait to party with ya'll!
See ya there,
Keisha
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
Well it's been a minute since I wrote and boy have I missed you all, but I've
been tres busy. As you know "Boriqua Scrooge" is up and running and it's been
such a wonderful ride. I can honestly say that I learned a nice amount of
Spanish in only 3 weeks and I'm extremely proud cuz I came into the production
knowing nada! Nothing like a little growth to end the year. We've welcomed
some live crowds and everyone is in agreement that Boriqua Scrooge is one of a
kind fun!
Well I've got to be out, but anyone who hasn't already, check out the Show! Only
2 more performances left of this hilarious musical comedy spoof!
Peace,
Keisha
Dear Halfway Diary,
A new month begins and boy am I excited. We're fastly approaching LTG's new
shows, "The Live Spot Presents" and "Boriqua Scrooge". This is going to be one
vibrant year's end. Not only will the shows be tight, but the Gang will be
considerately bigger as we welcome new actors, poets, singers, comics into our
growing family. Anyone not in the know better find out! All I have to say is
just reserve your ticket because the New York Comedy Club hasn't seen fire like
we're bringing in November and December.
See ya soon,
Keisha
Thursday, October 18, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
Looking back on all my favorite TV shows, it would seem that in 2002, there
would be at least a little more originality in the fall lineup. Its bad enough
we have to suffer through terrible lyrics on the Radio or TRL, but on primetime
TV we should be humored at least with a theme song. But of course, lately there
is no such thing as a song because there's no instrumental, no lyrics, just
names scrolling across the screen. How do TV execs expect people to stay tuned
into their programs if they have no catchy tune to ignite that spark of
interest? Nowadays you can walk away from you television, a show will start and
you'd never know. You could be planning to check out a show, but because
there's no theme song, the dialogue just sounds like a continuation of the last
program. How am I supposed to know it's 8 Simple Rules for blah blah blah and
not an unusually longwinded Sears commercial? And what's up with the titles?
They're! getting longer and longer and don't even coincide with the actual
show. Never once did Jack Tripper mention 8 rules for dating his daughter in
the episode. All you're supposed to guess is that she's pretty and then what!
That's no show, that's the mall. But back to theme songs, I used to be able to
be on the toilet and the theme would tip me off, "Oh, my show's on! Gotta hurry
up!" Nobody who lived during a time of great theme songs can deny this! The
last good one was "Friends" and "Seinfeld", and you see how long they've lasted.
Long, cuz we all enjoy hearing the song. My favorites include "The Cosby
Show", "A Different World", "21 Jump Street", "Small Wonder", "Punky Brewster",
"Saved By The Bell", "Miami Vice", "Star Trek", "Dougie Howser M.D", "Fresh
Prince Of Bel-Air", "Cheers"! Oh there were so many great songs! Some shows I
watched just for the theme. "Show me that smile again, don't waste another
minute on your crying. We're nowhere near the end, the best is waiting to
begin." Alan Thicke wrote the heck out of that song - the theme for Growing
Pains. And we all had them, you see catchy title, great song - uhm, I'll watch.
And what about, "All In The Family" with Edith and Archie Bunker. We loved him
and the theme song just enhanced the whole feeling. And we didn't even mind
when Gloria got fat and began to help the children because we watched her grow
in more ways than one. I loved "Different Strokes" despite the fact that Willis
eventually got coked out and Arnold beat some woman up and began running
security- shoot those were their strokes, but we knew that because the title
said it all. And "Good Times" kept rolling even after James died, "Facts Of
Life" were actually true and "Quantum Leap" and "The Wonder Years" made me want
to travel time. "The Jeffersons", "Matlock", "The Andy Griffith Show", "The
Patty Duke Show", "I Love Lucy", "Gilligan Islands", "The Honeymooners", the
list goes on and on, man the good ol days with good ol music! Somebody needs to
call me! Cuz I'll write some excellent theme songs, bring us back to the good
old days when writers could actually write and comedy was actually funny. But I
fear we shall continue to perish down this ugly road of subtitles and flat
dialogue, where nobody knows your name, nor does anyone care because you'll be
cancelled in 4 weeks.
Peace,
Tuesday, October 8, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
I’ve been going crazy and I’ve noticed many a folk in the city have been too. The other day I’m walking the kids and I know somebody out there is thinking did she just say, “walking the kids”, are they dogs or something? But they obviously can’t walk themselves so yes I did say that. So anyway, some guy falls on the grown breakdances and then jumps up yelling, “That felt good, had to get that off my chest.” Crazy, you think, but not quite. You see, I see how he feels. Sometimes you just feel like falling onto the dirty sidewalk, with all the grime and disease and breaking. But that’s not all I saw, nope. Some woman asks me if the kids were twins and I said, “It would appear that way, wouldn’t it.” She obviously didn’t catch my sarcasm, and she then proceeds to offer me her 35 year old twins in exchange for mine. Weird. Not as weird as riding an empty bus and seeing a moderately older white lady ask this old, old, old black man to move so she can have his seat. And to top it off, he moved. It took him like 5 minutes to get up with a cane and a wooden foot and all – especially with the bus moving, but she waited angrily as he nearly broke his neck so she could sit in the front. He kept giving her the evil eye, but she could care less – she wanted the seat and she got it. This old white dude was appalled by the whole fiasco and showed it making mockery faces and waving his hands in the air. He even patted the black dude on the back and commented on how rude the chick was. Well, that should have been enough reaction, right? But, it wasn’t for him because midway through his upset facial expressions and remarks, we then realized that he was using the event to make a new friend. Basically, he was lonely and finally something had happened in his presence that he could socialize about. He kept looking at me, wanting to continue, “what an outrage”, but I ignored him as best I could. Why pick me, I didn’t get jerked out of my seat. I must be crazy, cuz I started to wish that the lady had picked my seat so I could take some frustrations out on her, but she didn’t so I had no choice but to move on. That was out of control. See, so there are many crazy people just walking around the city, looking for a release. I’m just glad they don’t release it on me.
Well, I just thought I’d share that. My kids are doing great. Getting big and smiling and laughing all the time. I talk to them nonstop and it sure does show cuz they never shut up. Gotta go. It’s lunch. For them of course!
Peace,
Keisha
Monday, September 23, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
So I’ve been taking a lot of walks, just to get in shape, get some air and let the kids enjoy the world and I’ve been practically mawled by people who want to bother me simply because I have twins. Folks are out of their minds. They even attempt to touch them, it’s crazy. So, I have to go all mother loco, “Look, mang, don’t touch my chilren or I’ll cut chu! U got dat?” But, seriously I do get snippy and rightfully so. Just cuz they’re babies, doesn’t mean they can be handled in any way. They can’t defend themselves and how would you like it if a stranger just came up to you and stared in your face and tried to grab you by your foot? Not so good, I bet. But anyway, a lot is going down for LTG in November. We’ll be bringing you the details latter, but I will say this, it’s gonna be a lot of entertainment and laughs! Can’t wait.
See ya,
Monday, September 09, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
Well, hello long time no write. Motherhood sure does keep you busy. Luckily I like to work, cuz the duo is working me overtime. But, you gotta love it, especially when they grow right in front of you, trying to accomplish one new feat a day. It’s fun. Although what gets me the most in the wonderful world of parenthood, is the comments people who know you little or who know you not, make about the features of your children. Why is it that folks insist they know who my kids look like better than me. I’ve been told by people that they look nothing like me and I’m like, “yes they do!” And to top it off, they have the nerve to argue me down, “No they don’t look like you! Ok!” How are you gonna tell the woman who carried them for nine months that they look nothing like her? It’s ridiculous. “Oh, yeah they look just like their father!” Yet you can’t even tell them apart. One idiot said to us, “Just bring them back in two weeks, just two weeks, I wanna see who they look like then.” As if their faces are gonna morph into completely different kids – yeah like that’s probable. I can see it now, “Honey look! The kids look like Simon Cowell, boy was she right! They really did change and it only happened in two weeks.” Give me a break. I wish the comments would stop. Know me first, know my husband first, know what our families look like and then maybe, just maybe your opinion will be valid, but otherwise zip it, you dip wit!
Moving on, “Great Comedians” and “Hilarious Poets” was tres terrific! Lots and lots of fun. We’re going to be doing another performance of “Great Comedians” soon, so keep your eye out for the greatness. Actually, I’ll be directing the show for the next showing so that will be mighty fun! Can’t wait.
Well, I gotta go! Love ya all and see ya soon!
Peace,
Wednesday,
August 28, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
Can’t wait for Hilarious Poets! Michelle Seabreeze and Eric Thomas have a
whole lot of fun lined up for the first of September, so you don’t want to
miss it. Not to mention a special presentation of “Great Comedians Of Color”,
to mega hit that’s been representing in different comedy competitions. It’s
bound to be great – just thought I’d shout it out.
One quick question… why do people call pacifiers Bo Bo? Or Boo Boo? And why do they expect you to go along with the nickname? No, guys! My pacifier is a pacifier and that’s final… Ha! It’s just crazy. Just wanted to share that…
Peace,
Saturday, August 17, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
My children are now 3 weeks old already! I can’t believe how time is just flying by - well that’s how life is – quick. Meanwhile I’m preparing for the publishing of my book. This is a big deal, because a book is a major step in any writer’s life. Hopefully it’ll be a huge seller and I’ll live in a great big house with a pool in the back! Ha! Some dream. On another note, with the success of “Civil Brand” in NY, LTG is continuing the greatness with the second annual “Hilarious Poets” and a special presentation of “Great Comedians Of Color” on September 1st. I can’t wait. We’ll be giving out big money prizes as well as taping the show for TV, so sign up for your chance to be on the air. I can’t wait, personally because I’ve been out of the box being big and pregnant for the last few months, but I’m back!
By the way, my kids are already trying to crawl and stand up! It’s so exciting seeing them grow!
Peace,
Friday, August 9, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
Well, howdy! Everythang's going good on my side. The kids are well, the husband's well and I'm LOSING WEIGHT!!!! YEAH!!! Immediately after I popped out the babies, the weight has just been coming off and boy am I happy. Just give me to September and I'll be a fly momma! As you can see, the babies are as cool as can be. They really are good little "Angels" as everyone calls them. So many people fall in love with them when they meet them, I have to ward off crazy folks. Do you know some alcoholic crack-head tried to touch my kids! I nearly broke her face in. I'm so protective of them because they're so innocent, defenseless and of course because they're mine. The thing is, they don't look like me at all - the only time they do is when they make faces. Oh well. So far, it's been an around the clock job, but I've got ample help and they manage to sleep at long intervals at a time, so I have alone time and writing time. That's beautiful. Wanna know something interesting? Every time I go to my computer to write, they always fall asleep at the sound of my typing. One of my worries was not being able to write, but so far I've been blessed with children who already know what mom has to do and they're more than happy to let me do it. Thank goodness.
See Ya Later,
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
I bet
you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, well, I’ve been in and out of delivery
and submerged in new motherhood! I tell you, there is no experience like
birth and seeing your darling little babies for real for the first time. They
were so beautiful – yes indeed
and they never cease to amaze me or their
father. The day they were born they were already smiling and lifting up their
heads – trying to hear everything going on around them – that’s right, nosey
like their mama!! Ha! But, let me tell ya, man it was something else – that
labor thang. First off, Tuesday began like any other Tuesday, my husband’s
mom came by as usual from Philly to come along with us to our weekly prenatal
visit. Everything seemed normal – and to top it off we were gonna find out
our inducement date because I was now 37 weeks and nowhere near dilated and
with mono-di twins that meant they’d have to give me a date because as you
continue on more risks are at stake for both them and me. So, we get to the
appointment and we’re given August 6th as our inducement date!
Yeah, wow, that means the kids would probably be born the 7th or 8th!
We were excited and went to lunch planning how we would enjoy next week’s last
appointment at our favorite Thai restaurant.
So, everything is going on a schedule just like I like it and our next stop is my 3pm sonogram at Lenox Hill. So, we go in and let me just say that the entire day I had been preparing myself as if something was gonna happen. Before we left home, I decided to take my hospital bag with me and I told my honey to bring his phone book – freaky stuff. I even wore one of the outfits I’d debated wearing as my go home attire with the children. So, we get to the sono room and everything is looking fine until they get to the amniotic fluid – after much measuring, my doctor tells us the fluid around Baby B is low and we would go in today instead of the 6th! Oh Mylanta! My husband nearly fell out and I left my body for a sec- we all couldn’t believe it.
And so began labor and after 36 hours and some minutes along came my healthy and beautiful sons. The actual delivery part only took 10 minutes- they were five minutes apart on July 25th at 5:29 and 5:34 am. It was some miracle – The boys were big, adorable, healthy and ready to meet the world and we were all so proud to welcome them. I’ve never been so much in love – they look like us both, with a head full of hair. People ask how can you tell them apart already and my husband and I both answer, “They’re our kids!” What a blessing!!!!
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
I’m not feeling too good today. Yesterday, I had a huge spurt of energy and I guess I blew my fuse because now it’s completely and utterly gone. Oh well, I shall write anyway. Something cool – ok, well in my sonogram yesterday, I got to see a very clear face of both my kids. It was so exciting to see. Their faces were adorable, I just can’t wait to see them. Coming soon. You know what, this dude in my building is so annoying. Every time I or my husband sees him, he always has something to say about my pregnancy. I know he’s talking with good intentions, but it still is irritating. It never fails, but every time I see him he says, “Bout ready to pop, bout ready to pop!” to me like gee I didn’t notice. And everything he says, he has to reprise it by saying it a second time. “The baby comin’ soon, now. The baby comin’ soon now.” “You ain’t had dat baby yet? You ain’t had that baby yet?” No joke. He just recycles his comments and it’s getting to the point where I wanna ask him, “Find something new to say. Find something new to say!”
You know what I’ve also noticed being pregnant? It’s the amount of opinions about childbirth and womb development and child-rearing advice you get from people you have nothing in common with. It’s amazing. Some advice is good, but others are just said with that tinge of “I wanna scare the crap out of you!!!” The pregnancy books I’ve read told me that would happen, but I didn’t realize how true it was til people started giving me unwanted advice. “You know, girl… it’s gonna be painful when you have dem kids! And boys! Whooee! Boys ain’t no joke. You better hope your nipples don’t fall off, I’m tellin’ you.” And of course this “advice” would come from someone with a daughter and who didn’t breast-feed. Now that’s annoying. I hate the cynics and the negative folks that feel it’s their territory just cause they’ve been pregnant. So far, my pregnancy has been cool – I was told I wasn’t gonna be happy, the world was gonna be ugly! It’s crazy. And now since I’m bout ready to pop as the dude in the building says, mad folks wanna ask me what I’m doing to prepare the house. None of their darn business! But of course you gotta be polite and say, don’t worry I got everything under control. My husband and I are doing everything to prepare for our little princes. But, is that good enough? Nah. They wanna help. You can help me by just letting it go – let me relax and plan my own arrival. You had your turn, this is mine.
I think every pregnant woman feels like that once in a while, because there are so many opinions everywhere you turn. But, I’ll tell you this, not one pregnancy is like another’s. That’s impossible, cause everybody’s body is different. I’ve heard, “You’re carrying like me.” And all I can think is oh, really? Last time I checked I was carrying twins and were pregnant with one. So, if someone tries to pull down your spirit with the pregnancy is hell crap, just ignore them politely and keep on your own road. Eat healthy, read as much as you can about every stage of your development and beyond, ask questions, listen to those you love and who love you back, seek positivity and enjoy yourself cause it’s a beautiful time in life without somebody trying to bring your moral down. They’re just haters anyway – mad how their situation turned out or just plain dumb to compassion – one or the other, they gotta go.
Oh another thing, I wanna get off my chest is after the kids come. You best believe my kids are not gonna be around a bunch of people. Just me, their dad and their grands cuz that share all the love of the newborns crap ain’t gonna happen. It’ll be a month or two before I let folks into their lives – especially outside folks, whom you have no clue really of their cleanliness. But, I will be carrying Purell with me everywhere. No one can touch til they’ve washed their hands. Just thought I’d share. So, anybody I know out there reading this, don’t be mad if you don’t meet the kids til they’re two cause now you know why! Ha! Alright I’m out.
Friday, July 5, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
I’ve been pissed off for three days straight! Why? Well, because the frigging hot water has not been on in my building for that long and the stupid Super has not been available – obviously he has better things to do, so he disappears. People have been leaving letters all throughout the building for that idiot, but yet we still have no hot water!!! It’s terrible. How are people supposed to combat the heat if they can’t even take a shower? How can people go to work if they can’t even clean their ass? So, yes I’m annoyed and when I see him, let’s just hope I don’t. Not that I get out much, but still. You know what his last name is? Rivera – Mr. Rivera. How hilarious is that? Just like Freddie Prinze’s landlord and yes, he has the same motto: “It’s not my job, man!” Gotta go though. Back to the air conditioner, oh yeah I have an appointment today so I gotta check the water and hope the hot is back on. I got this one question… why doesn’t Brittany Spears ever sing live? I saw that Macy’s 4th of July thing and she continues to lip sing and nobody seems to care- Enrique Iglesias needs to be her “Hero” and teach that broad how to sing. P.S. I just saw my baby shower pictures and boy do I look fat!!!! Big heffa wit da greasy lip!! Dats me, dawg.
Don’t Ask,
Wednesday, July 3, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
It is so hot today! I can’t take it. I’ve been sentenced to extreme bed-rest because the weather can cause me to become dehydrated quickly. Besides that, I’m just trying to relax as the due date of the twins approaches. At the doctor’s yesterday, the kids had turned into these odd positions so it was hard to check their growth and umbilical cord flow so, Friday hopefully they will have turned back around so we can get a more thorough prognosis. They’ve gotten so heavy to carry, I’m telling you, but thank God, I’ve not started to dilate yet. So, chances are they will be here mid to end of July. I don’t think I can take them coming in August, that would be too much. Well, I wish we could talk more but I’m getting tired of sitting up. Even that hurts too and this room gets no ventilation so I’m going back to the air conditioner. You would too, if you were as chubby and uncomfortable as me. I can’t wait to see the little guys though, but I really can’t wait to be able to walk normally again. Pregnancy with twins is no joke. Tomorrow I’ll be 34 weeks, only 1 week til it’s ok to have them, so I’m pushing for two or three more weeks so they can be completely healthy. In case you were wondering, they both weigh 5lbs and some ounces each. Oh, by the way my grandfather had a beautiful funeral. It was packed with his family and friends – all the people who loved him. I know he’s in a better place and looking down on my family because already so many good things have been happening for us all. Thank God for His Angels.
Thursday, June 27, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
Yesterday morning I found out that my grandfather had lost his battle to cancer. So, it was a gloomy day for me and my family. He was only 75 and his passing came as quick as his prognosis was given to us. The hospital didn’t tell him when he was first diagnosed with Lung cancer in ’99. They figured, “Oh he’s just a poor black man on Medicaid, so who cares.” Well, we do. We didn’t find out that he had this cancer until about 3 months ago. You don’t understand, my mom and aunt used to have him going to the doctor over and over again and they would tell him he was fine, lying to his face. One time they even gave him an asthma pump and told him to go home. That was the nonsense he had to put up with as his cancer worsened and eventually spread to his brain leaving him confused, frightened and facing an untimely death. He wanted to live and they denied him that simply because they felt they could. But, the fight is not over and they will pay. No one deserves to be treated as cattle. If my mom and Aunt hadn’t requested his medical records, they still would not have known and to show you how slick the hospital thought they were, they told them they could only have 4 pages of his record and the rest would have to be purchased page by page- of course the pages proving their neglect and the reason for his ailment.
So, he fought as much as he could, given what they allowed him to have. Four years of pain and lies. But grand-daddy didn’t just die – he transitioned as wonderful a person as I’ve ever known him. Always kind, always smiling and always loving life, and now he’ll be with all he loved and loved him in the other realm. I’ll never forget all the times we spent together when I would drive him crazy with my wild antics and he would pat me on the head while continuing to watch his favorite programs, “Matlock” and “Quincy”. I’ll never ever forget how he always stuck to his daily routine of getting up and dressed by 7:30 am (My grand-daddy always dressed clean) and hanging out with his friends on 117th street and giving people lifts in his yellow car – which in a way was his second home cuz he always kept it clean and organized, ya know, with the calendar always correctly set and the doggy in the front of the car. And when he would come home, yeah he would watch his “programs”, but he’d always have time for me and he always freshly shined his black shoes. I’ll miss him forever, but he will live on in my heart and the heart of all who knew him. And as long as I remember his voice, I’ll always remember how he’d always kiss me on my forehead and say to me, “Alright kedda, I love you too.”
Friday, June 21, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
So, I've officially been upgraded to 3 doctor's appointments a week. Today, I had an ultrasound, which was cool cuz it was over quick. I had some good Thai food, though. The best I've had in a long time and they give you big portions! You can't beat that for $5.95 (Ya know, the lunch special). I love the lunch special of anything. "Yes, I'll take the lunch special". That's my professional request. When I'm not being professional I say, "Do you have a lunch special? Oh yeah, how much?" But, it never really gets to that cuz before I go into any restaurant I look at the window menu. Thank goodness for those. But, on a serious note. Brandy had her baby on Sunday, how exciting... That means there's only so much time left for me! Oh mylanta, how scary. Alright guys I'm out. Stay up.
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
It’s another day and boy am I happy. For two days straight I’ve been tortured by going to the doctor’s office and I’m just happy to be able to stay home. The legs aren’t working like they used to. Who am I kidding, I’m not working like I used to. I got one baby in the birth canal, head down and pushing and the other breech and stomping- what fun! I’m proud to say I can no longer lay on my back at all otherwise I become a beached whale flailing my arms crazily seeking oxygen. Do you know that when I was getting my ultrasound I nearly fainted 5 times? That’s right. You know why, because my kids are now both 4 lbs each and 16 inches long each!!! Wow, huh? I’m extremely happy that they’re growing at the right rate, their brains are healthy cuz we checked them out and everything is going fine. As it should be because I can now definitely go on record that I'm the dumbest I've ever been in my entire life. They've been sucking the brain outta me, but I'll be back in action, jackson - soon. It’s so exciting. Oh remember the psycho nurse I told you about? Well, I asked one of the doctors at my hospital about her and she said that she was indeed a weirdo with anger issues. As if that wasn’t apparent, she said not to pay the crazy lady any mind. Hey, I wasn’t going to anyway.
On another note, my cat has totally gone off his rocker. When we adopted him, we thought he’d be calm and cool and would cover his dumps, but low and behold it was all a front! He has these energy attacks, he always messes with my stuff and he takes these craps that could clear your sinuses and then kill you – And no he no longer covers them up as meticulously as he did in the ASPCA. He realized we weren’t gonna get rid of him so he went buckwild. How annoying is that? But, you gotta love him, he’s just so CUTE!!!! Yeah right. Alright well I’m out, I’ll see you later!
Keisha
Saturday, June 15, 2002
Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful Dad's of the world! Of course, including my own wonderful Pops and my hubby Poppa to be!
Well we’re almost there! That’s 31 weeks down and a mountain full of food and 9 weeks to go – although I really don’t want to go 40 weeks with twins. I think I’ll make it to 36, 37 even, but anymore and I won’t be able to stand. You have no idea how heavy these kids are. I walk around with a pulley under my waist just to prop them up. I had a wonderful baby shower on the 8th of this month. It was great seeing all the people I like and family members come together for the occasion, so it was cool. Besides that I’m just holding out for the big B day.
Thursday, my husband and I finally took the maternity ward tour at Lenox Hill and it was something else. All the women there were my size and ready to give birth this week and here I come in wobbling worse than them. What was so absurd about the whole event is the tour guide nurse’s animosity towards the men in the group. She was so angry and she had the nerve to tell us to come to her breast feeding and child care class after birth. She said things like, “COME TO MY CLASS!!! IT IS YOUR JOB TO FIND OUT WHETHER YOU HAVE FLAT NIPPLES!!! AND YOU MAY NOT PULL OUT YOUR BREAST WITHOUT MY SUPERVISION!!!! MEN!!!! YOU CAN COME!!!! BUT I WILL KICK YOU OUT!!!” Everything she said was a threat. While she showed us the rooms more anger came out, “YOU WILL WEAR YOUR ID BRACELETS, OK!!!! AND NO, YOU MEN CAN NOT ASK ME FOR ADDITIONAL BRACELETS!!!!” Everyone was scared of her, but I wasn’t. That’s right, I looked her straight in the eye and said, “Yes ma’m. You got that, MEN!” No, but really she made it really unpleasant, but I asked my questions anyway so she warmed up to me and my hubby. Everyone else got the yelling treatment. So that was interesting. But, to be honest with all her anger spewing all over the place, everything she said basically went in one ear and out the other – so I guess I’ll get a real tour come the boys’ birthday.
The best part really was when we saw the nursery. They had the cutest little babies there and the good thing was there wasn’t that many to be exposed to that woman’s bitterness. She started yelling again, “MEN, YOU WILL CLEAN YOUR HANDS BEFORE HANDLING THE CHILDREN!!!” And she didn’t stop there, “WE WILL NOT FEED YOUR CHILD!!! MEN, DON’T STAND THERE LOOKING STUPID, YOU WILL HELP IN THE CARE OF YOUR CHILD, YOU UNDERSTAND!!!! Through it all, I was glad she doesn’t handle the babies.
Oh right guys so I’m out. I’ll be writing later and often giving you the lowdown. Hey don’t forget to check out the Peanut Gallery on July 7th. It’s gonna be a funny one!!
Love,
Monday, May 27, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
Happy Memorial Day! It's such a beautiful day, I just wanted to express my happiness to all those who check in with me. Well for starters, yesterday marked the final performance of "Great Comedians of Color" at the New York Comedy Club and boy was it a blowout! Not only did we have a wonderful turn-out, but the cast was on point - they gave one of the most memorable and heartfelt performances yet. There wasn't a dry eye in the spot, from all the side-splitting laughter. I was truly proud of everyone, because this show is definitely a labor of love and dedication. But, don't fret cause the show will be coming back and going everywhere in the near future. It is a show you don't want to miss and it will most def change the scope of comedy as it is today.
Well, aside from the excitement of the show, I've just been getting ready for the next installment in LTG's list of hits and that is the Peanut Gallery. Gang Member Lazaro Viciedo will be doing it with his buddies at the New York Comedy Club the Sunday of the Fourth of July Weekend, so be sure to catch it! It too is a comedy and the guys of the Peanut Gallery always have a host of crazy stunts and hilarious premises - so check it out. And then without a doubt, I know you've all been waiting for the Second Annual Hilarious Poets, which hits the stage with host Eric Thomas in August - so don't miss the funny going on honey with LTG!!
Of course by the time August gets here, I'll be a mama! So, be sure to check in with us to find out the updates of the Gang and my gut. I love you all and God bless all those here and gone - may they stay in our hearts and guide us through the days of our lives!
Peace Out,
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
Dear Halfway Diary,
If someone had told me my memory would be as bad as a crackhead's perm, I would've never believed it. But, it's true! I can't remember anything! I had a sonogram appointment for last Monday and missed it because I thought it was for yesterday. Embarrassing. I went into the doctor's office knowing I was on time! And low and behold, I'm a week late. Oops. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I'm getting fatter and my cheeks are chubby. I look like a squirrel picking nuts. No joke. It's kinda funny though. I had kind of a scare last week though. I thought my water broke. It was so funny cuz I'd just gotten out the shower when a sudden trickle happened down my leg. To say the least it terrified me because I'm only six months pregnant - so I rushed to the ER and I tell the lady in the front what happened and she says, "Aren't you excited!" and I'm like no, "I just look big - six months with twins" and she goes, "Oh", with this look of fear on her face. But, come to find out one of the kids jumped on my bladder. I keep telling these kids, I am NOT a trampoline, but do they listen? Nope.
Anyway, only two shows left of "Great Comedians Of Color" - how sad, but the show is extremely funny so I know it'll be back! But, don't miss out on the fun, because the impersonations are dead on point! Once again, LTG has brought about another hit! Don't sleep on the talent or the vehicle of greatness. Well my friends, I better be out. Hope you come down and support the Gang and keep the greatness alive.
Peace,
Monday, April 29, 3002
I'm back! Ok, so it's been a lifetime already since I wrote, but I been doing thangs! By the way, "Great Comedians Of Color" is off the hook! Just thought I'd tell ya. I've been settling into marriage and fighting mice~ Can you believe there was a mouse in my house! I was so scared I nearly peed in my pants! So, you know what we did, bought a cat- that's right. I need protection (boy am I late), but anyway, he's a cute kitty. So personable, trained and calm. Calm, is very important, last thing I want is some cat jumping all over the place like he's skitzo.
So, that's cool. Thursday, LTG will be doing a special showing of "Great Women of Color" for a wonderful Catholic School in the city. This should be exciting. The kids will be walking away entertained and inspired! That show of course, is one of LTG's staples - guaranteed to show you, "What's in your hand!" as Adam Clayton Powell, Jr. so eloquently said.
I've been real happy, though. Hungry and happy, but I'm not ultra fat, besides the infant weight times two, so I've been comfortable - except at night. That's when the kids decide to mess with me - kicking me in the back and pushing their bums against my hip. But, it could be worse, they could be here, crying!!! OH no! But, I can't wait. Honestly, I wonder what they look like, my husband or me or maybe some family member from 50 years ago, whom nobody even knows. They'll be looking at the twins like are those your kids? And then next thing you know, I'll be on Maury looking for a paternity test! Ha! Ha! This may sound sick, but I like watching Maury's paternity shows because I don't have to worry about finding out who my baby's dad is. It's so odd that these people will actually go on a talk show and prove that they're a ho! I've seen one show where the chick was on 4 times testing 5 different men and not one of them was the father! She must've had a busy week, I tell ya. The world is sick, people are crazy. I kinda laugh inside, but it's sad though. Especially when some women come on talkin' bout - "I know you my babee daddeee" and then after commercial break, "You ARe not the father" And the women just sit there stupid stunned or smiling like they were right all along. It's sick.
Oh, guess what, this is exciting, but Thursday, I turned 6 months! That's right, I'm quickly approaching the doom day! Yeah!!! And, also now you can see my stomach totally move when they kick or move around. It's so weird. Everyday I sit and watch my belly and talk to them. They really love to be talked to and that's when they are especially busy. One thing I can say is, I'm really really happy. And marriage is actually cool (so far).
Ok, well, I'll speak to ya later and make sure you check out "Great Comedians Of Color"!!! ONly One month left! Did you know that comedian George Wallace came to our show a couple weeks ago? It was pretty cool. He was a really nice guy and he even enjoyed the show- so that lets you know right there!! So don't miss it! I'll see ya later.
Wednesday, April 10, 2002
Hey, long time no write see! Just want to let you know that I've not dropped off the face of the earth, but have been quite busy with life and shows and life and shows and - well, you get the drift. So, "Great Women" was great, I actually got to be Angela Davis, as a last minute change. It was pretty fun. Though, I have to admit I looked like a whale in the African garb. But, as you guys are well aware, "Great Comedians" is also magnificent. It's hilarious and is gaining mad momentum all over the city. It's gonna be huge, if you've missed it, you better check it out soon. We have some talented performers gracing the stage as the legends - including professional comedians like Dark Gable Most as Redd Foxx, Eric Thomas as Bill Cosby, Kevin Kevin will be doing Godfrey Cambridge and many more. You don't want to miss it. I must admit it is definitely for mature audiences only, so don't bring the little kids - but do tell them the message. It's no so much raunchy, but it shows the parallels of old school comedy and modern day garbage which is definitely filled with un-needed profanity. It's an eye-opening show, mos def some good stuff.
Besides, the shows, I've been rearranging my life for the twins happy welcome. Since multiple births never really go full term, people are telling me I'll probably be delivering mid July - would be funny if they came on birthday. Good thing is, I'm all baby. Not much fat going elsewhere - though it is, trust me, but people just can't tell. Tomorrow I'll be 22 weeks! Yeah. Oh, this is really a fun time, I'm enjoying my marriage - I can't believe I'm somebody's "old lady" - You wanna know something funny, I've been getting hit on more pregnant than without child. That's odd, don't you think. These dudes are sick - must be thinking, "she's knocked up already so she can't say it's mine!" I don't know. It's creepy at times - this dude nearly rained on my face, stuttering at the same time, "You're beeee beee beaut, booty full". I was like thanks, now could you please move. A perk is that I always get a seat on the train or bus now. So that's cool. Guess what I'm having, that's what I wanted to share - two identical boys! So, that basically means the twins were just God saying it's time, since identical twins don't run on either side of the family, they just happen, as my doctor told me so eloquently. Very cool. One of them is kicking right now, so I guess it's time to chow down. Hope you all come to our show and stay positive and happy. "Great Comedians 4 Life!"
Speak to ya soon!
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
As if the world doesn't already know it, I'm expecting! That's right, this neurotic playwright is marrying the man of her dreams and pregnant due August 16, 2002! This is quite an interesting time, especially since I had no clue for 3 months - I thought I had a stomach tumor, turns out I'm having twins. God has smiled down on me. But, boy am I aware of the tremendous feats I'll be facing - ya know, changing dirty diapers and calming screaming babies; not to mention my husband! Smile. I just can't believe it. But, overall, I'm happy and the great thing about being a writer is your figure can go and no one will care cuz you're not in front of the camera or onstage - I'm strictly behind the scenes. The pen shant stop. Alright, so I'm gonna go now. Hope you all have a marvelous day - cuz you're about to take a trip into the life a playwright turning mama! This should be fun.
Thursday, March 14, 2002
What's up! I'm in a good mood today especially since I've been in extreme writing mode. That's always fun. Hey, I just want to let all ya'll out there know that "Great Women of Color" is gonna be bigger and better than ever! We've got a great new cast, great new script - that I'm proud to have a large hand in - and terrifically talented folks apart of making the magic happen. Get your reservations in - if you're smart, my friend.
So, barley is good for you. I don't know why I just typed that. Somebody's talking about barley to me right now. Anyway, I don't know what else to write. But I will say this, customs may change the scope of appreciation, but life never will.
Saturday, March 9, 2002
Well another day has come and I've been through a whirlwind of life's surprises. I've been blessed with some wonderful findings as well as some food for thought. Might sound like the same thing, but it's not. Neema's in town, doing the African American Women In Cinema events. It's great to see her cuz I haven't in some months. LTG is in production with two wonderful shows, "Great Women of Color", which will be Gang Member Nacinimod's directorial debut as well as "Great Comedians of Color", which Eric Thomas, the coolest guy around, will be blessing - so things couldn't be better. I, on the other hand, have continued writing - my laptop is on vacation so I've been hitting up my new - and might I add- beautiful Dell computer. The only thing is, with all these updates, you'd think they'd figure out a way to incorporate the good in all the old programs to the new. Windows XP is alright, but shoo, every time I want to load one of my oldies but goodies, i.e Intel Camera or Script Wizard, I gotta order some stupid upgrade.
You know what, I bet you could care less, but it's a bit annoying. So, guess what! I got my letter from Juilliard - the school I had been dying to get accepted to. And... I'm ACCEPTED!!!! NOT!!!!! But, that's ok - they accept 20 people per year - and I am not one of them but that's the way of the world - and besides it's their loss. Surprisingly enough, I'm not bitter because when I went into the audition, I just knew the outcome, so I wasn't syking myself out. But, like I said, I've gotten some wonderful findings and some food for thought among other things. Actually something great has been taking place in the last couple of weeks - and may I add, that on the day I received my rejection letter from them, I also received a letter of mighty proportions from a prominent record label. That's how God works, he gives you what you need most, when you need it - and as long as you do the work, your blessings will overflow.
I thought I'd share it with you because you all deserve to know. You Voyeurs you!!! Smile. Alrighty then, I'm on my way out the door, gonna talk to you some more- a little later, you know how I do. Busy woman. Stay up and remember - like my father always told me - "don't forget".
Thursday, February 28, 2002
Howdy, man. With an impactful show like "Adam", I had to take a step back and just marinate in it's glory. The glory of the words spoken, the emotions evoked - what a ride through history - what a tribute! All praises be to God and his prophets, his messengers and his children. Let us not forget to give thanks. "Adam" will be back though and you know it! You can ruffle the waters, perhaps a ripple effect will take place - then you too will be enlightened as I have.
Next to drop, more of the word! More of the stuff that makes your brain say, "Cool, no more vacation!" I like that, don't you? Like the feeling of being fed and nourished with truth - "Great Women Of Color" is that, exactly.
Hope your life is going in the right direction, hope your dreams are coming true. I'm gonna be out right now, but I'll speak to you soon!
Tuesday, February 12, 2002
Bam! A new day, some time away. Whatever that means. Does it mean anything to you? Do you even care that I'm perfectly comfortable saying anything and nothing at the same time? I guess maybe I should start making sense. You know, correct my thinking so the masses can nod in agreement or feel a connection of some sort with this persona I display. Well, it's not gonna happen! Nope, this girl, Ah-Keisha is gonna wile out and stir some controversy because what would life be without the element of chaos? Do you even understand me? Do you? Well? Fine. Go ahead and judge nothing. Go ahead and make your stake in this nothingness. Nobody cares. Your opinion is not a fact therefore it will never be substantial at least not in the eyes of your peers. The masses. Your compadres. I will leave you with this and this alone and maybe you'll come back and bless me just the same.