Daily Archives: May 9, 2010
I think that is so curious don’t you? I mean we hear nothing of the misadventures of other groups, unless they are black or Mexican but just let it be a Muslim or the friends of the Brits the good old Pakistan nation.
Told you that Pakistan stunk when it came to the Taliban. They are just taking our money like whores. No reporting on how Pakistan and Israel are using us and our money to pimp out their plans. But all day and night we have the MSM with blasting headlines about the “Pakistani bomber and the Taliban Pakistan connection.”
Only words from Goethe might help paint a self-described bluesman that is Cornel West or Corn as friends call him:
Soul of man,
How like the water you are!
Fate of man,
How like the wind.
Cornel West was born in the year of the dragon 1953. He became a born-again Christian with a Buddhist wisdom heart—your basic fire-breathing-keeper-of-the-flame black boy. His memoir Brother West was more than a delight to read. His collaboration with David Ritz creates a conversational tone to this tome of memories. The love, brilliance and destiny of brother West as a tenured philosophy professor at three Ivy-league universities has left its mark on every corner of the globe in this and the past century.
His early academic life aided by his love of track along with his brother Cliff push his life forward. As a youth his Robin-in-the-hood ways of taking from one student to give to less fortunate ones borders on reckless. Young Cornel risks expulsion and he must choose. He chooses books, philosophy and success and finds the teaching profession calling. A waiting fate leads from a childhood spent on the California coast to the East coast where his academic star shines at Princeton and Harvard, where he graduates with a Ph.D.
His tenure at Harvard becomes fodder for front page news when he abruptly leaves to teach at Princeton. He recounts the target on his educated black back when Larry Summers takes the helm becoming Harvard’s first Jewish president, and how Henry “Skip” Gates comes to his rescue and warns him that he was about to be put on what amounts to a professional growth plan. Brother West was not buying it. So when the misgivings of President Summers were buried beneath the mountain of evidence that in fact Cornell West is a first-rate academic—sparks fly, Summers apologizes, then lies in an interview that he did not apologize. West is livid and takes his talents to Princeton. But not after exposing the duplicity he encounters with Summers; in his memoir, West reveals that Summers also sports a long streak of racial bias.
West dubs that adventure “Messin’ with the Wrong Brother.” Cornel’s collaborations with A-list movie stars, politicians, President Obama and academia could fill a book and trumps the misadventures of Harvard—their loss, Princeton’s gain. After William Julius Wilson the first black professor at Harvard, a brilliant and generous man with impeccable credentials whom I met in grad school at SIU-C where he traveled to lecture to our sociology department while he was still professor at the U. of Chicago, comes Cornell West only the second black professor hired by Harvard. But he was leaving now.
Race Matters a ground-breaking book on race brings Cornel international fame and fortune. But he has trouble holding onto his fortune and finds himself starring in his own tragedy once again. Another self-inflicted wound, this time a monetary one.
Cornel is a bluesman and a lover. He marries and divorces three times, just another self-absorbed, unable-to-commit black man? And because he leaves the relationships he sinks into legal jeopardy. In a touch of irony reload Cornel seeks a soul mate, falls in love at first sight, and then walks away when cemented in place. Friends suggest he try therapy to smooth some of the knots in his emotional brain—he declines keeps moving. The true peripatetic philosopher has no home. His only address, at times, a car or bench in the park, especially after his third marriage to an Ethiopian beauty. They have a royal wedding in Africa complete with crowns.
Together they buy a home near Harvard University where he is teaching, and fill it with finery and friends. In the end, West leaves the marriage with an old Cadillac and some shred of dignity. Why, because with Zen-like capitulation he gives it all away. His soon-to-be ex-wife brings in the lawyers to turn his pockets inside out: a hiccup before entering the fight of his life—8-rounds. For all his brilliance and gift of gab, Cornel stands clueless with cancer.
Health takes a back seat in his daily dramas. He has more problems on his mind than money in his bank account drained dry from divorce and child-support payments (he has two children). He also has the IRS blues. And just when he thinks his life cannot sing in a lower key—an advanced stage prostate cancer diagnosis pushes him. His Jewish girlfriend suggests he seek the best surgeon at Sloan-Kettering in New York City to save his life and sexuality. He does, and lives to become a cancer survivor.
Brother West’s love of tribe, blackness and those he hopes to inspire transport him from philosophy to Africa to hip-hop adventures like cutting a CD and working with top recording and performing artists. He collaborates with or advises folk from Ken Wilbur to Warren Beatty! He even romances the great Kathleen Battle, they remain good friends.
In Cornel we have an inscrutable, multi-dimensional, modern-day Peter Abelard, in demand by the best and doing his fire-breathing duty to the rest. He opens his heart and life, albeit cautiously, in a wonderful memoir that should stand as a monument to the complexity that is rooted in blackness, living life out loud and breathing a fire that doesn’t burn but lights the lamp for other seekers after knowledge, love and truth.
New York Post:
BETHENNY Frankel is saying bye-bye to “Real Housewives of New York City” and hello to her own reality show. The spunky star’s new show on Bravo this fall will be called “Skinny & The City.”
HollywoodNews.com: Bethenny Frankel will not be a part of the upcoming ‘Real Housewives of New York City’ season and some think it will be just fine while others do not agree.
Although the new season has been pushed back, Simon van Kempen, husband of Alex McCord, thinks that everything will be fine, even without Frankel, states PopEater. “Bethenny Frankel has moved on to her own show, and as other franchises have shown, the loss of one cast member has never affected how great they’ve been and our season four will be no different,” Simon says about the delayed season. http://www.hollywoodnews.com/2011/02/04/will-housewives-of-nyc-be-okay-without-bethenny-frankel/
Bravo TV has a hit in The Real Housewives of NYC.
In real life, these two have done things the old fashioned way: baby first, wedding second. The next show, or tonight’s show, not sure which is a spin-off in part of their new life. She needs therapy to go down the aisle.
I don’t know if Jason is gay (not at this time), but he sure is Jewish. People want to know if he’s gay. Well, let’s ask him, just kidding. He’s a regular Joe Jew as far as I can tell. I keep getting searches about whether or not Jason is Jewish and voila this post. It is one of my most popular posts. Let’s look at Hoppy’s face: fat forehead, close set eyes, top lip smaller than bottom lip, rounded bottom lip, wide nose, blue eyes (suggest he may be German Jewish), dark hair, lives in New York, married a Jew Bethany Frankel! Enuf said?
Just as I thought they are both NYC Jews. He is a pharmacy salesman and she’s on Housewives of New York. They just got married and are expecting a baby. That’s all I know about them really. Don’t care, don’t get me started.
Here are the facts:
Bethenny Frankel and Jason Hoppy Got Married
Bethenny Frankel of the Real Housewives of New York City got married to Jason Hoppy on Sunday.
The wedding took place at the Four Seasons in New York. Fellow Housewife castmates Alex McCord, her allegedly gay husband Simon van Kempen and Ramona Singer were present along with Today show co-host Hoda Kotb…
I mean I have to DVR this stuff anyway. But who gives a shit about some dried up old Jewess on SNL when they can barely have a black comedien or funny person as part of the team? I don’t. So it took a lot of effort but I did fast forward to the woman playing Whitney Houston and she was funny as hell. Jay Z was on too. But that damn ugly, has-been White was host, she’s 90? So what!
It reminds me of when I couldn’t wait until that other old Jew who played “Oh God” died. I mean every damn time I turned on the TV his face was on a commercial or something. George Burns or something. Yes, Burns is a Jewish name. Anyway, have to go deep six again and sit outside and meditate when stuff like that happens to ruin an otherwise so-so crew.