5ive things.
Oh, reader! There are a million things that I've been dying to tell you.
Here are 5.

It's one of those measures that I knew I'd have to confront one day and, like clockwork, it came the moment I stepped into the classroom and realized how hopelessly google-able I am. Thing is -- if you've read this blog at all, you know that I'm happiest when I'm free to explore and expand my sex positivity. As it turns out, this self-censoring constitutes yet another grudging kowtow to the doctoral program's mandate for conservatism and delayed gratification. Another one bites the dust.

To this end, Ceelo is quickly becoming my favorite male artist of all time. Like Nina Simone, my favorite female artist of all time, Ceelo consistently pushes the envelope with his music. The dizzying arrangements, evocative lyrics and haunting vocal performances that have become his trademark are kicked into high gear by Danger Mouse's blend of lush instrumentation and avant garde hip-hop. What results is a blend of moody, high energy tracks that are wholly unafraid to be macabre, non-sensical, spiritual, raucus, introspective or self-deprecating. And I, for one, can dig that.
3. I want to think and write about urban fashion. A couple of weeks ago, a fairly preppy friend of mine asked what I thought about the skull-and-cross bones trend that's taken hold of urban fashion of late. My response: I totally understand why, in this particular sociopolitical climate, young black and latino men in urban areas would adorn themselves in images and icons evocative of piracy, corporeal decay and poisioning.