It's been a very long 24 hours for yours truly, so much so that i'm half thankful to be alive and still reeling from 4 AM subway rides and strange encounters with street wanderers. More on that later.
For now, a little mind numbing montony, two doses of cinematic brilliance and a sultry Canadian singer have brought me back to life. Enter Feist. A while back, Intersections pointed to how she vindicated American Apparel, and now in a new video for summer smash hit "My Moon My Man" directed by Patrick Daughters, she guides us on a mind altering tour of very long airport people movers.
Way to go, Feist. Bringing Black girls back to life, one day at a time.
p.s. word around the blogsphere is that Fidel Castro is dead? Check it out here, here, here, and here. Obviously, more will be written on this once the rumors simmer and the facts come out.