aftermath; closures

i eh listen to any of my music since fred dead; can't, because most of "my" music, is his music and it breaks my heart...i wandering through the world, mostly alive, but with no idea how i feel about anyting, least of all life; just dealing; dealing with funeral arrangements, dealing with family staying by us so we temporarily become 8 in 1house, dealing with his "estate", trying not to fight with ma (and failing), trying not to fight with the gremlin (and failing), dealing with moving and the massive downsizing of my life it bring this time, dealing with being broke when i need so badly not to be, dealing with the difficulty of doing what i do for $ at a time when i need wuk+$ but feel nothing and thus cyah do nutting...
so i figure, lemme at least try and clear some space, especially as rehearsals starting for 3canal carnival show grimeee and i going straight from closing that into rehearsing for rep (which includes learning a solo after catching up on group piece) and continuum, plus still eh finish my script because clearly december didn' go how i intended...i need headspace. so lemme divest myself of the bits+pieces my mind trying to distract itself with, see where that gets me...
dunno if i say it directly here before, but big-up the bechdel test for simple brilliance in forming a clear picture of where women stand in the world of fiction and fictionalised true-stories, especially onstage+screen; all it asks is: 1, does it have at least two [named] women in it; 2, who talk to each other; 3, about something besides a man? and it sad how many works fail the test. but apparently geena davis (never thought i'd be talking 'bout her here, but pleasant surprise eh a bad ting) has an equally simple+functional way to address the underrepresentation of women in hollywood, both in general and the specific [re:bechdel] and it worth a moment because even bechdel doh directly point out the mere 17% female onscreen representation that men apparently believe is 50% (how ridiculous is that shit?! and they say we bad@maths)!
related topic, brought up by the work of another person i never thought i'd be talking about here; i doh give a shit about him or his music, but because the article illustrates a larger issue, lewwe talk about r.kelly's nastiness for a minute...
and an excellent piece of satire to underline the point:
and in the switch from the likes of r.kelly to people making worthwhile work, lemme continue with a tackback that provides a more pleasing iteration of woman, plus, because, salvador dali!!! voluptuous death images...looove me some dali...
and more pleasing imagery (starting with dali+cats+water, of course) philippe halsman photographs fancypants jumping.
more cool imagery, and ting to make you question the mother: these people aren't twins, not even related, but damn! they sure do look like they are...
and going out in style, we (especially we here in sweet trini) know long time that guinness is good for you, plus this is just gorgeousness, as stylin' black men are wont to be, so, enjoy:

walk good.
oh! ps: [just because i'm a word-nerd and lurve this] Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo!