<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363</id><updated>2011-12-17T05:25:31.537-08:00</updated><category term='community'/><category term='drum'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='music'/><category term='New Mexico'/><category term='family'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs</title><subtitle type='html'>What's heard and not heard, obviously seen and made invisible. My thoughts on life, change, and everything that gets blind sighted by trivial issues.  It's about being in between space, in between compromises and in between success and failure.  

This updated version will chronicle my journey to Peru this summer, the preparation involved and what happens once I've set foot on South American soil.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-519822626842076602</id><published>2011-04-21T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T09:14:09.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday I purchased my ticket</title><summary type='text'>     Something I've learned about myself.  I hesitate often on major decisions.  Since receiving word that my project would be funded, I danced in my living room, I've worn a smile for a month, I've experience chest pains from anxiety, I've attempted to take a Spanish language class and forgotten everything I needed to brush up on, I've accepted the fact that I was chicken shit scared of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/519822626842076602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/519822626842076602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2011/04/yesterday-i-purchased-my-ticket.html' title='Yesterday I purchased my ticket'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-5410416165013277811</id><published>2011-04-21T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:57:56.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Mexico'/><title type='text'>Tito and how I came to make my drum</title><summary type='text'>




         I am testing right now.  Back in December, I spent some time in New Mexico and Colorado.  A good friend got a ticket for me to come visit him.  I needed to get out of town.  I'm beginning to understand the importance of departure.  From New Mexico, we drove to Colorado to participate in ceremony.  Tito is one of the lovely boys I was blessed with meeting.  This is his version of "</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42eebcd2359d27ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/5410416165013277811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/5410416165013277811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2011/04/tito-and-how-i-came-to-make-my-drum.html' title='Tito and how I came to make my drum'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-115730520515575456</id><published>2006-09-03T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T07:16:03.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willie Ninja Supreme</title><summary type='text'>After a long time illness, Willie Ninja has passed.  Most of the information given to me during his illness was through Emanuel Xavier, a long time confidant and fellow writer.  They had become close due to the Ball scene and because Willie was one of the first to support Emanuel's Glam Slam, a combination of spoken word and the gay Ball competitions.I knew Willie for many many years.  Decades </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/115730520515575456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/115730520515575456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/09/willie-ninja-supreme.html' title='Willie Ninja Supreme'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-115721888635335334</id><published>2006-09-02T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:28:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>postcard from oakland</title><summary type='text'>I can't write down everything between my last post and now. a lot of thinking and lack of  desire to write things.  dreams have been really important in so much that i'm waiting for someone to visit me. Which she has but I'm caught with denial of what she's saying in the dreams.  i want her words to be good ones.But instead they are sad, they make me wake up and shake my head.  i don't want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/115721888635335334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/115721888635335334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/09/postcard-from-oakland.html' title='postcard from oakland'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-114831365015694151</id><published>2006-05-22T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T13:56:16.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's up with me</title><summary type='text'>This is probably a rant or just a ramble.  I haven't been on the blog since the last.  But to be brief, I've returned to Delaware again, went to the water and did my first offical sweat which left me empty (in a good way) of the madness and ill that keeps coming.Emotional block and time delays...yeah I got both and it's getting wozzy.  My mom has been in the hospital for over a month and I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114831365015694151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114831365015694151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-whats-up-with-me.html' title='So what&apos;s up with me'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-114274191853965714</id><published>2006-03-18T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T05:41:01.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>postcard from delaware river</title><summary type='text'>i went on a road trip today. there was no clear indicationthat i would last night but then, at that divine hour, I was runningto the grocery store to buy water and salad mix.  today I was to meetmy high school home room teacher of many years...the mother of two children who kept rewinding Yellow Submarine many timeswho are now at universities in Italy getting ready to get married and wandering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114274191853965714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114274191853965714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/03/postcard-from-delaware-river.html' title='postcard from delaware river'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-114260102907691013</id><published>2006-03-17T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:12:38.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins part 2</title><summary type='text'>Exhibit B: Jungle FeverNow why do I point to Spike Lee's tale of intercultural love and denial?Well that is because, it was the first major role for another Oscar winner.Miss Halle Berry.                  Which of course some time after led to her role in              where she played what?                  Another crackhead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114260102907691013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114260102907691013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-so-it-begins-part-2.html' title='And so it begins part 2'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-114252616752183334</id><published>2006-03-16T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T08:22:47.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><summary type='text'>because of all the massive remarks towards the Oscars,I thought I would begin this journey...a montage much likethe cowboy one jon stewart assembled....but one thatprofiles many of the roles our most respected actorshave played, some to much critical acclaim. Exhibit A.  Morgan Freeman as Fast Black the Pimpcostarring with Christopher Reeves aka SupermanNow I waiting to watch this flick (my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114252616752183334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114252616752183334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-114209166456333292</id><published>2006-03-11T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T05:17:42.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still hard out there...</title><summary type='text'>there's been a battle since last week's anouncement of Three 6 mafia winning the award for best song from a movie soundtrack. some have called the battle The Talented Tenth vs. the Niggas Some a metaphorical divide between large and small plantation owners, an extreme and ugly look at ourselves.  But what is real deal? Possibly the fact that the award honors our worst...if we want to call it such</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114209166456333292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114209166456333292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/03/still-hard-out-there.html' title='Still hard out there...'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-114110153756947020</id><published>2006-02-27T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:01:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Octavia already (1947-2006)</title><summary type='text'>Many so far have written about this woman and personally, I don't know what else to add.  all i'm remembering is my best friend Jme for my 24 birthday giving me 3 books.  arhyming dictionary, a roget's thesaurus and wild seed....i had just started to write, to get into it for real...so badly, I entered BMCC that springwanting to be an english major...I didn't become an english major but i went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114110153756947020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114110153756947020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/02/missing-octavia-already-1947-2006.html' title='Missing Octavia already (1947-2006)'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-114020964182602848</id><published>2006-02-17T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:01:59.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what would be really cool right about now?</title><summary type='text'>a mutha fucka paying me on time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114020964182602848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/114020964182602848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-what-would-be-really-cool.html' title='you know what would be really cool right about now?'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113745101904258898</id><published>2006-01-16T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T12:37:48.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all have a little Oprah in us</title><summary type='text'>Ok, now you might be saying what does home slice mean by this?Well it's this....the almighty hype machine.  Today I had caught a tadof the power pusher and she was introducing the new Oprah Book Clubselection for the month.  A book called night dealing with the holocaust.I can't get into details because I was between the kitchen and the living room when she announced such but what I came to think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113745101904258898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113745101904258898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-all-have-little-oprah-in-us.html' title='We all have a little Oprah in us'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113674899520012194</id><published>2006-01-08T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T11:36:35.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlestar Gallactica</title><summary type='text'>I have settle down for about two three daysglued to itunes watching every episode ofBattlestar Gallactica....yeah I have no lifeA pal, T. Jess is a B.G. crack head and hookedme with the first pipe. So, now I'm kinda inthat aching, hungry mode...much like anaddict awaiting to to give up my 1.99 and download the latest episode...it's bad...terribly bad when I've decided to pawn myTV and retire from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113674899520012194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113674899520012194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/01/battlestar-gallactica.html' title='Battlestar Gallactica'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113674837434560263</id><published>2006-01-08T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:10:22.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I'm thinking a lot about</title><summary type='text'>An old Cherokee chief is teaching his grandson about life:"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil - he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego. The other is good - he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113674837434560263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113674837434560263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-im-thinking-lot-about.html' title='Something I&apos;m thinking a lot about'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113574970104833338</id><published>2005-12-27T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:03:04.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Xmas</title><summary type='text'>i've been taking careful back tracks into the neighborhood both west and east of lenox. everywhere the landscape changes and i'm just barely holding on to the little memories i have of these blocks.  on 108th and broadway, the first health food store around the ways is now gone...it's kinda sad that even on broadway in the path of columbia and all it's yuppies and political science majors, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113574970104833338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113574970104833338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-xmas.html' title='Post Xmas'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113548068132859224</id><published>2005-12-24T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T19:18:01.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas eve on triple 1's</title><summary type='text'>hum...where do we start? well...it came to mind that the end of the yearwas indeed a week coming and what this means is the major clean house...it's like a spring cleaning except you're finishing up anything you should have done two months ago in like two days....you're putting up that curtain that's been lying over the chair since august and you're trying to be anti-holiday-ish but buying your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113548068132859224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113548068132859224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-eve-on-triple-1s.html' title='xmas eve on triple 1&apos;s'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113492199116236149</id><published>2005-12-18T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T08:06:31.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the teaching artist gets no love</title><summary type='text'>Of all my years hustling with life of a poet and performer, nothing comparesto teaching.  Now no get all twisted yet...I enjoy teaching. I love it when mystudents discover something I hadn't prior.  I love it when they write incrediblestuff. When they're more excited about performing than i am and wheni am a pack of nerves watching them from afar on stage....I feel like a mommyseeing their child </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113492199116236149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113492199116236149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/12/teaching-artist-gets-no-love.html' title='the teaching artist gets no love'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113418721007308952</id><published>2005-12-09T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T14:54:56.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Day</title><summary type='text'>Well...for the past 3 days it's been all about my computerAfter so many sudden mishaps and application randomlyshutting down and no hope to perfect my craft in bloggingbecause my computer is wacking out, I finally did what I thoughtI would surely fuck up...I had my computer wiped at the apple store. it came at a time between late bills, some catching upand a decision to not purchase a digi camera</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113418721007308952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113418721007308952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/12/brand-new-day.html' title='Brand New Day'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113339176713714655</id><published>2005-11-30T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:37:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postcard from Harlem after Sao Paulo</title><summary type='text'>I have been home for 3 days now.  Leaving saturday,arriving sunday, substituting during the day and having my after school class since monday, my brain is stillmush when it comes to time.  it's only a 3 hourdifference but weather and back pains has a way of saying welcome back home.like i said, the band traveled everyday. buenos aires to nuequen to rosario back to buenos, then montevideo, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113339176713714655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113339176713714655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/11/postcard-from-harlem-after-sao-paulo.html' title='Postcard from Harlem after Sao Paulo'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113242838362891447</id><published>2005-11-19T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:44:22.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>four days later...</title><summary type='text'>we have traveled from buenos aires to nuequennuequen to rosario and back to our favorite hotel....i got a balcony this time around...we are all tired from the traveling...planes and carsthe sitting for hours is miserable but to say theleast...we´ve been fed lovely...the food is incredibleleon, our in house vegan has fish from the river...i got two free peaches from the merchant by the roadside...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113242838362891447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113242838362891447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/11/four-days-later.html' title='four days later...'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113223133870904986</id><published>2005-11-17T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T04:42:18.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>postcard from argentina</title><summary type='text'>after a ten hour flight, customs holding some of our equipment and a serious yerba matte tea, we have settled into our hotel rooms watching America´s Next Top Model en espanol.  Me and Taylor have taken a couple of hours to get lost in the streets, along the river where your see parrots on the gates and not in cages...kinda replacing the pigeons realm in nueva york.  in search for a place to sit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113223133870904986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113223133870904986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/11/postcard-from-argentina.html' title='postcard from argentina'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113160199326962968</id><published>2005-11-09T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:33:42.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For some reason...</title><summary type='text'>I'm having a problem with the posting of items like meand traveling...back home in time to watch late night Oprah...Today..Terry M. and her ex-husband on the low...I know...I'm terrible and horrible and what type of artist am I ?Well, I'm the one who the curator at Studio Museum of Harlemnever remembers...the one who always get that "i don't knowwho the fuck you are" smile (despite praising me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113160199326962968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113160199326962968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-some-reason.html' title='For some reason...'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-113128213941906211</id><published>2005-11-06T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:07:19.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post card from Finland (Remix)</title><summary type='text'>over salmon and fried goat cheese, i learned thatPablo Neruda and finland had a pretty interesting relationship on part of the leftist and socialist movements, tara, your tube of toothpaste (may be partly used...my bad), singkuu is single in finnish and kiitos (pronounced kee-dos think cheetos) is thank you, and there's mad white boys with locks out here, bartenders got mad skill  with collecting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113128213941906211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/113128213941906211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/11/post-card-from-finland-rem_113128213941906211.html' title='Post card from Finland (Remix)'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-112992831174113984</id><published>2005-10-21T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:36:46.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having an interesting week</title><summary type='text'>Well...a month.  I was blessed with teaching jobs this year.A total challenge for me and yeah...terribly new.   I have a rangeof students.  Sixth graders and then 12th graders.  A rangeof personalities...some blend smoothly...some don't click at all.  The biggest challenge is money which sadly is notcoming through.  Medgar is my home...I'm totally myself while I'm learning how to be myself with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112992831174113984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112992831174113984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-having-interesting-week.html' title='I&apos;m having an interesting week'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-112846305171069031</id><published>2005-10-04T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:57:31.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gig I have coming soon</title><summary type='text'>Talk Series: LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs:  Rrrrocking you! Rrrrocking you! Rrrrocking you!   Friday,  7:00pm                       This presentation will explore the relationship  between verse and devices like the Yamaha Rx-1 drum machine as vehicles that can transmit non-sensible dialects and performance: in what ways does the Betsy Wetsy and Turku boogaloo to Miami Bass?                           </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.poetryproject.com' title='A gig I have coming soon'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112846305171069031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112846305171069031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/10/gig-i-have-coming-soon.html' title='A gig I have coming soon'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-112706528703943057</id><published>2005-09-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:44:11.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlem Day Parade 2005</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to believe that I still reside in the block that every year, becomes the stomping ground for the Harlem Karate School and perhaps a marching or three.  I have just returned from New Jersey where I was baby sitting my god children.  Six, four and 11 months,and every year I reckon I was following the course of maturity....dear me.  These kids make me old and frightenly younger.I choose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112706528703943057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112706528703943057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/09/harlem-day-parade-2005.html' title='Harlem Day Parade 2005'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-112493448351859272</id><published>2005-08-24T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:48:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puerto Rican Boys in FedEx Gear and Ponytails...me likes</title><summary type='text'>Yeah...odd and appauling to begin but coming home today froma job interview, there they were.  Those delicious black and purplestripped oversized shirts, all three except for one styling a-just-got those-cornrows-out-and-need-my-head-to-breath ponytails.If this was 1986, they're be nicknamed Jesus.Oh yeah, I've got it hard for those young boys.But I ain't going there.My August has been filled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112493448351859272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112493448351859272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/08/puerto-rican-boys-in-fedex-gear-and.html' title='Puerto Rican Boys in FedEx Gear and Ponytails...me likes'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-112385851827015215</id><published>2005-08-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:41:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Indians from South America</title><summary type='text'>nothing sweeter than the quiet, a honeywell turbo fan, a pinwheel mobile activated by it and some bamboo shoots making melodies.  Yeah, it's peaceful like a dilly dally.   last week was "fuck it week".  new jersey shore and jelly fish two days, a pal comes into town for another two,grub at mannas on 125, Hustle and Flow saturday and M.I.A. sunday.  yosara mentioned having male energy around me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112385851827015215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112385851827015215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/08/red-indians-from-south-america.html' title='Red Indians from South America'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-112212152808872593</id><published>2005-07-23T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T05:25:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon in Loompaland</title><summary type='text'>The past days or so have been peaceful.  This is all I want.A quiet home, frankincense burning, cleaning up what I cannotphysically do.  My mom is well.  She broiled up some shrimp forme which I devoured the other night.  My plants look at ease again.My prayers are calmy being answered each time I mantra on the pot.But now it's time to learn the lessons from this experience. So much to speak up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112212152808872593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112212152808872593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/07/full-moon-in-loompaland.html' title='Full Moon in Loompaland'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-112198122268365226</id><published>2005-07-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T06:21:52.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><summary type='text'>too much to type in one sitting.  the items that involve my crazy life since returning from europe feel rather noun-ish, flashes of what the fuck and without  need of long, drawn out scenerios.  almost manic...actually quite manic....but nonetheless, the life of a human looking to share planet earth.   and europe? dope. slovania is beautiful as was the isle of kurt in croatia. i want to return to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112198122268365226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/112198122268365226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/07/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111892550428977082</id><published>2005-06-16T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T05:38:24.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><summary type='text'>Just found out Yohimbe is off again to Europe.  Looks like Eastern Europe which should be great.  Vienna (Austria), Passau (Germany), Ljubljana (Slovenia), Slovakia, Nijmegen, (the Netherlands), Poretta, which I think is in Italy, but could be France, and last, London.    Taylor McFerrin is coming aboard this time and Don is replacing D for this spell. So we get the rappin element again.  All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111892550428977082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111892550428977082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111797494617821152</id><published>2005-06-05T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:44:16.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onions and Garlic/The Second Day</title><summary type='text'>Now here's the thing about the free stuff at Hotel Remix 2005.It's on the crazy low if it's not a raffle.  Like for instance, whenI was watching this demo of this Scratch software, I saw t-shirtsbut no one offered to me.So, on the second day, after having bumped into Val-Inc, Ramdarsha akaDJ Designer Imposter and another girl (which of course felt great cause now there's a couple of sistas up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111797494617821152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111797494617821152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/06/onions-and-garlicthe-second-day.html' title='Onions and Garlic/The Second Day'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111785396945548222</id><published>2005-06-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T05:55:58.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yamaha RX21/Hotel Remix 2005</title><summary type='text'>Today I set upon venturing to Remix Magazine's annual conference on technology, music, and beat heads. I wasn't exactly sure why I was going.  Yeah that's kinda stupid to ask however with a fair majority of the demos going on, I definitely felt it in spurts....I have no idea as to what this patch does or what this keyboard can do   Yet, I'm happy I went.Highlights.  1. The conference is free...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111785396945548222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111785396945548222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/06/yamaha-rx21hotel-remix-2005.html' title='Yamaha RX21/Hotel Remix 2005'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111758738919757429</id><published>2005-05-31T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:56:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumpy Grits</title><summary type='text'>I am attempting to produce a curriculum for a teaching job and for some reason, I'm totally fatigued.  Been this way for a couple of days.  After Germany, I chilled before New York kicked in again and the following week I was out to Philly for a gig with the Beat Kids.  This project is a shy looser than Yohimbe but something I can fill that I can grow from if I allow it too.  However, the gig was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111758738919757429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111758738919757429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/05/lumpy-grits.html' title='Lumpy Grits'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111608607226258726</id><published>2005-05-14T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T07:18:13.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moers Festival: Germany</title><summary type='text'>You know something is about to go down when you loose your journal on the plane to Heathrow, UK.  Yup indeed I did.  Somwhere between sleep, Pirates of the Caribbean,Bill Murray and check points, my journal left me.  I have to admit, I was more interested in grabbing one of those nifty travel pouches they give the buisness seaters.  They fit all types of tiny gadgets.  But then i looked into my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111608607226258726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111608607226258726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/05/moers-festival-germany.html' title='Moers Festival: Germany'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111574555239784565</id><published>2005-05-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T08:50:18.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn</title><summary type='text'>I honestly believe that I spend more time in Brooklyn than Harlem.  I've been know to travel there over the years becausemany of my peps live and inhabit the space.  But never did I truly notice it until last week.  My boy Ebon's b-daywent down on South Oxford.  My god parents are on 56 and Avenue D near Kings Highway.  Work is on President.Now will I relocate there?  Hell no....for now.I gotta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111574555239784565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111574555239784565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/05/brooklyn.html' title='Brooklyn'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111512703576834615</id><published>2005-05-03T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T06:30:35.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine and Stew Goat</title><summary type='text'>Monday proved to be interesting but dull and reflective.People are strange Yosara tells me.  I know this. I am one of such strange beings walking on this here ball of gas...stilli don't how some folks come to a decision in minds...a decisionthat would serve to insult and even upset others.  Yeah, move onand learn the lesson from the choice.  Still, it was enough for meto take a few steps back and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111512703576834615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111512703576834615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/05/wine-and-stew-goat.html' title='Wine and Stew Goat'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111486945722013541</id><published>2005-04-30T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T06:58:41.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been trying to my ass up and go to the gym.  It's kinda wild cause only two yearsago I would jump up at 5 in the morning, do 1 to 2hours, walk home, go back later and sauna/steam for an hour, go back home and chill.Nowadays, I drag around.  Maybe it's the weatheror where my head was then.  The gym was an escapefrom bullshit.  Now it's mandatory that I go.Friday I accomplished that but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111486945722013541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111486945722013541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111483327455239018</id><published>2005-04-29T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:54:34.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guru should know Madame Laveau</title><summary type='text'>     MarieLaveau    Originally uploaded by Latasha18. Last night was anotheradventure.  Turns out,Imagenation will have a home at last!  I'm terriblyhappy for them.  Long timein the making and they deserve it. Let's see....There was a celebration for this good news at Lincoln Center featuring some film shorts and performancesby Tamar-Kali, Jeremy James and Guru...yup. I said it.  Guru!The house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111483327455239018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111483327455239018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/guru-should-know-madame-laveau.html' title='Guru should know Madame Laveau'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111465896476965553</id><published>2005-04-27T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T05:04:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Out</title><summary type='text'>I had not planned to do anything today or tonightbut handle biz....pay bills, send off bills, grunt abouthow much money I gave to bill collectors, watch Oprahpay mor bills and attend to chores past due...But a phone call from my boy Ebon changed all thatWell, I paid the bills but I didn't end up watchingDateline on NBC.  Instead I went the opening forChris Ofili's exhibit at Studio Museum of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111465896476965553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111465896476965553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/night-out.html' title='Night Out'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111461092884075854</id><published>2005-04-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:29:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><summary type='text'>Dear me.  I've realized that since setting up this blog, I've been quite delirious with too much serious thought. Not that it upsets me the least...being that it appears all my girlfriends and chicks I'm close to are having seriouslife crisis going on.  This clearly ain't the reason for making this blog....Still, if what appears to be the topic of the month - my girls and thier lives and my life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111461092884075854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111461092884075854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111451575564292975</id><published>2005-04-26T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:31:09.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we make</title><summary type='text'>Another day of dreaming.  A student had emailed last night about her final project.  I wish the other students took on the responcibility of catching up and doing their best.  Yet, inside me, I know myself, how it was to be a teen, how it was to be not responsive to tasks.   Maybe they'll come together and get the work done.   In two weeks I go to Germany.  I am a little nervous.  The voice, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111451575564292975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111451575564292975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-we-make.html' title='What we make'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111447335182758024</id><published>2005-04-25T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T07:20:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Lessons</title><summary type='text'>Today, after typing one long entry, much to my happiness I find that I did not save it correctly.  I could easily re-fashion my thoughts about suffering, about women I know or know of that need prayers like air.   But, I'm not sure if what I wanted to express will be better...or worse.Last week I had my first driving lesson.  I was terrified and in extasy all at once.  The gas pedal and brake, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111447335182758024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111447335182758024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/driving-lessons.html' title='Driving Lessons'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111447578269838903</id><published>2005-04-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:36:22.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos for blog</title><summary type='text'>				Posted by: latasha	Photos for blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111447578269838903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111447578269838903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/photos-for-blog.html' title='Photos for blog'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111391171736285534</id><published>2005-04-19T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T04:55:17.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><summary type='text'>It is the day after my birthday. Vocal rest and thought are two main goals. There isn't a lot I can do. So on my day I do what's been pondered on for three years...I got my learner's permit. So much for a blog to be posted...however, it marked a change, a removal of fear, doubt, of stagnation.  To think, I was so nervous. To assume that I would fail the easiest exam created.  But it was all there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111391171736285534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111391171736285534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11943363.post-111271313055655124</id><published>2005-04-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:58:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home from Tour</title><summary type='text'>This is my first note.  The beginning of another April. My birthday is soon.  Many in mind.  The Pope and the bankruptcy bill.  Grad school and transplants.So much in so little time and the distractions are there to make one forget and slip on duties and indivudual values.  Well, here's to 2005.  More to come</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111271313055655124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11943363/posts/default/111271313055655124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latashanevadadiggs.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-home-from-tour.html' title='Back Home from Tour'/><author><name>lana18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12527336952498129485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
