The guy I gave to sell my records sold some this weekend and accidentally sold a collector’s item for about 1/6 of the price. He didn’t realize (nor did the buyer) that the record was signed. Luckily the buyer is ethical enough to pay full price for it. It’s probably the most valuable piece I had.
I decided I’m gonna send my laptop up to the States to repair. The price I got quoted locally was 2-3 times the cost of Apple’s. I mean… these people are out of their fucking minds.
Luckily we have a family friend visiting from Miami who can take it up next week. He works for a shipping company so he might be able to send it back down at no cost for me. I’m gonna throw in my iPad which decided to act up too. Apparently my devices talk.
Honestly look on discogs too for any popular records at least you never know what you have!!
I looked into it but I honestly don’t have the time to list all of those things and run to the post office every time something sold. It would only make sense if it were my business to sell records. I figured it would just be easier to have someone do it for me
I think the battery in my laptop is swelling. I swear my laptops seem to fuck up just after the AppleCare expires. This one was a replacement for another one that I had that did exactly the same thing. I was lucky I knew someone who replaced it anyway even though the warranty was up. There’s no Apple support in Trinidad. If I have to fix it I have to send it up and then have it sent back. It’s ridiculously expensive. Fuck man.
I’ve spent the week helping my mom prepare all her stuff for this huge garage sale happening tomorrow. My Dad had a pretty decent record collection that spanned from the 60′s to the mid to late 80′s after which he switched over to CD’s. We don’t have a record player anymore so we decided to sell them and keep his massive CD collection.
The lady who’s overseeing the sale put them up at $5 each (that’s less than $1 in US money) and I was really bristling at the price. I know records are having a resurgence and I knew we could get more than $5 a piece… it felt like an insult to him to be honest.
One of her early clients came over and offered us $300 (about US $50 bucks) for the whole collection and my mom refused. We just decided we were keeping them. It wasn’t taking up any space, we might as well have given them away for that price.
But I know a guy who owns a thrift shop and he sells records and I asked him to come and look at the collection. He was pretty blown away. He had a copy of Bob Marley Legend in his hand and told me he could easily sell it for TT$100 (about US$15) in his store. Eventually we agreed that he’d take the whole collection on consignment and take a 40% cut. It’s not something he generally does, but as he put it, “we’re cool,” so I spent the day doing inventory of all the records (about 250 in all). He’s having an event in his store tomorrow night specifically targeting his clients who buy records and he told me that many will definitely sell. I don’t care about when they sell to be honest. They’ve been sitting in storage for 20 years gathering dust. I just want them to go to people who will appreciate them. I’m really happy with this arrangement and I’m pretty sure my Dad would be too.
not sure if you meant to leave a comment there, but there wasn’t an option to leave a comment there for me. (I have a lot of tracker blocker things that sometimes make stuff not work.) I didn’t read all of it, but I got the gist and it’s really cool, would be helpful if I was trying to photograph stuff!
“Beach body” and “cellulite” are terms we rarely put together, but plus-size bathing suit company swimsuitsforall has essentially said “Screw that” with a new ad campaign called “Beach Body. Not Sorry.” The best part: The campaign features plus-size model Denise Bidot — and is going where others won’t.
I was just mentioning to someone the other day that I really miss riding and would like to back into it. It’s such great exercise. Plus horses like hello.
Yesterday I drove past the mounted branch and happened to see one of my instructors and waved to him. Today I just ran into him in the bank. He reminded me that I can still come for Friday evening rides.
I think maybe it’s a sign. I’ll see if I can pop in tomorrow and reaquaint myself with everyone. I mean it’s free lessons. I should go.
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Finally took the tiny #terrarium pendants I was working on the other day out of their molds. I think they look like treasures you might really find in the Secret Forest! 🍄 🌲 🌳 I was experimenting with different amounts of colour. Which do you like best? … #handmadejewelry #uniquejewelry #TT #buylocal #trinidad #caribbean #artisan #customjewelry #artjewelry #trinidadandtobago #artisanjewelry #sundarajewelry #handmade #fashionjewelry #tandt #forher #sundara #petal #resin #resinjewelry #organic #nature #ecoresin #floral #plants #petals #naturejewelry #secretforesttreasures
In my mind, I don’t really see myself as being famous. I just think my work is being exposed to a bigger audience. I’m just a local girl. I’m just a young girl trying to fulfil the purpose that’s been placed in my heart to do.
👆🏾 Just a taste of how well embraced Marvel’s Black Panther has been in my tropical twin-island nation, The Republic Of Trinidad And Tobago. 🇹🇹😎🏝🌴🥥🌞🌊🏄🏾♂️💃🏾🎭
Also, do I even have to say how much buzz there is throughout the country surrounding our Tobagonian breakout star actor Winston Duke? (You might know him better as “M’Baku – leader of the Jabari Tribe” 😉Glory to Hanuman!🦍😅)
I’m reading a book about depression and it’s depressing me.
It’s really just that I’m in that part where the author is examining the many factors that contibute to depression, and I’m identifying with it so much that it’s bringing up a lot of sadness and loneliness and memories of feeling isolated and alone.
I came across a notebook I had from high school the other day that was filled with notes and conversations with my classmates. Most of it was with one person in particular who was at one point my best friend and abandoned our friendship when it no longer suited her. I read through it and I remembered how hurt I felt at the time. How abandoned and alone I felt. I was in a lot of pain. Senior year was the first depressive episode I had where I was actually aware that something wasn’t right with me.
The good thing is that the book is really affirming for me that outside of this idea that I have a chemical imbalance on my brain, that the events I went through in my childhood and adolescence made me more susceptible to depression. I always knew that it wasn’t just chemical. I could see a clear connection between certain life events and depression. Before these things happened I had not been depressed. Shit happened to me that set it off. And if I could find a way to manage my life where these things were minimized or eliminated then I’d be alright. And I have been.
Still it’s hard to examine the root causes of depression. A lot of it is related to trauma. It’s made me sad to think of all the people suffering in their present lives because of things that happened that were beyond their control, usually when they were children. I feel sorry for all who had their innocence destroyed too soon. It’s something we never truly recover from.
He’s mixed but more on the Indian/Hispanic side of things. You wouldn’t define him as black, no. Apparently in the same conversation he referred to himself as a coolie so….
I knew there would be something!! That poor guy. What a crappy situation! Whatever you decide on doing you aren’t wrong hun, there is no right answer here.
…. wait… is this post because some fucking dickward white person did something they shouldn’t?!? I mean, I’m sure we do crappy things but I’ve missed the point of some of your posts from time to time…
It wasn’t in response to my friend, really, it was more in response to a post I reblogged
The best way to be prepared for uncontrollable change is to just be content with what you have now. And that’s it. You are in the present moment. You are alive. You are breathing. Everything that you have right now is good and anything else that comes to you is a bonus.
How is the word negro a slur when we have the United Negro College Fund? Are we talking about Spanish? Cause in Spanish it’s just the word for black, not black people. Also the n-word does not mean Black ok.
How do you get rid of the fuzziness? I have it 75% of the time and it sucks. The other 25% I feel on point and clear.
For me, it helps to do something that requires focus, something that I can lose myself in and get into the zone. For me that’s usually anything artistic. Once I can access that place for a while I usually come out feeling more clearheaded and focused than before. Lists also help me a lot, when I can remember to make them. Just the act of writing things down helps me to focus on what I need to do and clears the fuzziness away for a while too. But sometimes nothing helps and I just have to wait for it to clear while bumbling my way through life trying not to piss everyone off.
Some guy is trying to buy my car and I can tell he wants to basically offer me nothing for it (even though he refuses to name a price). My mom mentioned to him that the interior is all leather and the asshole sat there trying to convince her that leather seats don’t make a difference to the price. So I told him to try going into a dealership and pricing a car with cloth seats vs leather and see if it didn’t make a difference . That was my way of telling him to fuck off. He shut up after that.
I’m starting to realise that I get really antsy when I don’t get time to do any work in the studio.
I’ve had a lot on my plate lately and I’ve been feeling overwhelmed and fuzzy headed. And even though I had a long, tiring day, just a couple hours in the studio making some little resin terrariums put me at ease.
I have a look book to create. I’ve done almost all the photography for it and I’m dragging my feet on doing the layout because it’s gonna take me out of the studio for a few days. I guess sitting at my table just making shit really is my happy place.
I know it can be hard, but you must stay patient. Your time will come. Until then, enjoy this wonderful life and all of the beauty within it.
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Not a good photo, but heres’s one of the tiny terrariums I set in resin today. I’m excited to unmold them! #handmadejewelry #uniquejewelry #beautiful #TT #buylocal #trinidad #caribbean #caribbeanlife #artisan #customjewelry #artjewelry #trinidadandtobago #artisanjewelry #sundarajewelry #handmade #fashionjewelry #tandt #personalized #resin #resinjewelry #organic #nature #ecoresin #naturejewelry #secretforesttreasures #petal #floral #plants #petals #terrarium
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A little cacti & succulent ring holder 🌵💚🌵 This one isn’t available but I should have similar items in the near future.
Wood base from @ttwoodart
Knot ring by @sundarajewelry
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Hi lovelies! Hope you guys are having a great week so far 🙂 Just a brief update with my situation. Basically I damaged a disc in my spine and have been experiencing a wide range of neurological problems😔 While this downtime has been necessary it’s also been really frustrating 😭 I am so ready to get back to work! I have a consult soon to assess the extent of the injury and hopefully I get the all clear to resume sculpting 🙏 Thanks so much for your patience😘 Wishing you guys a great day🌞
I think one of my best friends has officially lost his mind.
I’ve heard that people taking care of others suffering from alzheimer’s go crazy and I think he’s reached that place.
He’s lashing out at everyone (apparently he called me a nigger behind my back which actually makes me feel like I’ve bonafide earned my Black Card) and just harping on shit and basically playing the victim to everything and everyone. I don’t know how to react to this. I’m thinking I should leave him alone but part of me is afraid of him actually going nuts for real and doing something crazy.
If any of you guys are interested, Hay House (founded by the late Louise Hay which publishes spiritually based books) is giving away a free e-book until tomorrow. You can choose from several titles. Here’s the link.
“The scene takes no more than five minutes of the movie, and the tension between colonial history and race only escalates from that point on. However, we as museum professionals need to talk about the inclusion of this scene, especially regarding its function in a film that was cut from nearly four hours long in its first iteration to a solid two, a film that so many young people will see and one that is poised to become a cultural touchstone. The museum is presented as an illegal mechanism of colonialism, and along with that, a space which does not even welcome those whose culture it displays.
And is there anything incorrect about that?
It is worth considering the aspects of the scene that are realities in the modern museum. African artifacts such as those shown in the film’s museum are likely taken from a home country under suspicious circumstances, such as notable artifacts in real-life Britain like the Benin bronzes which now reside at the British Museum. It is often the case that individuals will know their own culture as well as or better than a curator, but are not considered valuable contributors because they lack a degree. People of color are less represented in museum spaces, and often experience undue discrimination while entering gallery spaces. Finally, museums are experiencing an influx of white women filling staff roles, leading to homogenized viewpoints, and lack senior staff with diverse backgrounds. With these truths represented in such a short but poignant scene, the tension between audiences and institutions is played out to the extreme.”
I was watching a show the other day and there was this character who was so laid back and so naturally charming. And if there was one thing I wish I was it was that. Not to say that I can’t be charming but I have to be in the right mood, right frame of mind for that part of my personality to come out. Mostly I think I’m just grumpy and suspicious of people and spend way too much time in my head. When I meet people I study them, feel out their energy and hold back before I decide whether I want them in my space. It doesn’t make for the warmest first impression I’m sure. I wish I was just more at ease around people where I could just relax and let those parts of me that shine show first. But that’s not me.
The claim that women talk more than men is a familiar folk linguistic claim and there is now a substantial body of evidence to the contrary. It has been suggested that the amount of women’s talk is not measured against men’s, but against silence
My mom is having a garage sale to get rid of a bunch of her stuff so we spent the past couple of days sorting through stuff and today the people who are handling the sale came and started putting everything out.
I thought this would be harder for me but quite frankly I’m happy to see all this stuff go. I kept whatever I wanted but it has been very little. Most of what I kept is to furnish the cabin on the farm that we built for our workers.
So my parents’ life is all laid out in the living room. Stemware, china, all the knick knacks that they collected from their travels all over the world… and I realised I have no attachment to any of it. It can go. It’s all just stuff anyway. The memories of our times together live inside of me.
I usually walk everywhere with my headphones on, but I had them in my bag and I was reading a book on my phone instead (I do that when the foot traffic is light). A young Latina was coming down the street as I was coming up the avenue, and when she got to the corner a few paces ahead of me, she turned to walk in the direction I was going. We were traveling at the same speed, but since she was like ten paces ahead and it’s bright outside in the middle of the day, I didn’t feel the need to fall back or slow down to give her more space. At night, I try not to walk too close behind women just so they don’t feel like I’m any sort of threat.
We got to a corner and this dude standing outside of the bodega was like, “Slow down mama where you goin? You don’t have to work today, you can stop and speak.”
She didn’t break her stride. “I’m going to the gym.” The Walk sign was on, so I didn’t break mine either.
A block later, a young guy was coming toward us on the sidewalk riding his bike.
“What’s good shorty?”
She didn’t respond.
“Well you was lookin, you can say something, stuck up bitch.”
We kept walking.
In the middle of the next block, an older man was walking toward us and he put on a friendly smile and said, “Smile young lady, it’s a beautiful day.”
I don’t know if she smiled, but we kept walking. She went into the gym and I kept on toward where I was going thinking about how that was just five minutes of her day. How many other blocks of five minutes are just like that?
Only one of them was truly aggressive. The other two guys seemed nice enough and it felt more like a pleasant compliment. It felt like the kind of thing a guy says who argues with women online when they say, “We’re not all bad guys. We can’t even compliment women? We can’t even say something nice?”
No. You really can’t. I was annoyed in that five minutes and I just happened to be walking behind her with no headphones on. Can you imagine those five minutes over and over every day of your life? Nobody wants to be spoken to by strangers day in and day out forever regardless of what they’re saying.
So no. You can’t say anything. The quality of your life has not decreased because you aren’t allowed to say nice things to strange women on the sidewalk, but your silence greatly increases the quality of hers. So just be quiet, and let her go where she’s going.
We were liming at this bar tonight that had a few benches in the front where I was sitting. I went inside to get a round of drinks and when I came back, everyone was like, Yeah they (a group of other people liming near us that was mixed but included several white people, all of whom were oblivious to the boundaries of personal space) tried to colonize your seat but we didn’t let them. Then my friend Learie tried to get me to start shit so he could bark at them. He hasn’t even seen the movie yet. Ah yes.
The best way to end a three and a half hour liming (drinking) session is with some More Vino sushi. Happy belated birthday Learie and happy belated Valentine’s Day to me.
If
you want to get super fancy, do a second ring on the outside of 4’ tall
sunflowers then a third outer ring of the 1’ tall teddy bear
sunflowers. If there are any gaps you can interplant with cosmos,
amaranth and nasturtiums or (if there are huge gaps) gourds.
My mom used to do this for me in the backyard as a kid- it really works and I always loved it! Spent so many summer days having tea parties with teddy bears in my sunflower house.
“Her fantasy novel Children of Blood and Bone, the first of a trilogy about a young girl’s battle with a prince over bringing magic back to West Africa, is going to be released some time next year. But it’s already got a seven-figure publishing deal with Macmillan, and a massive deal with Fox Studios too, with the latter acquiring the movie rights pretty early on in the day for a book that hasn’t even been published yet.”
To all my Caribbean massive: feast your eyes on all the Black Panther cast members of West Indian heritage! 🙌🏾
Letitia Wright, 24, plays Shuri, in the movie, is the sister of the King of Wakanda and the ‘Smartest Person in the World.’ She was born in Georgetown, Guyana.
Winston Duke, who plays super villain M’Baku, was born in Argyle Village, Tobago (Trinidad and Tobago) and migrated to the United States when he was nine-years-old.
Jason Elwood Hanna was born on February 21, 1985 in Nassau, Bahamas. He is known for his work on Black Panther (2018) as one of the stunt-men on set.
Janeshia Adams-Ginyard is an American stunt woman, actor, professional wrestler, and sports radio personality. She was born on February 14th in Los Angeles, CA to pianist/organist Sidney Ginyard and Xerox senior accountant Gwendolyn Adams-Williams. In the Black Panther film she plays a member of the fearsome Dora Milaje. She is half Jamaican.
LoopTT has reported that Sekani Solomon, another Tobagonian, revealed earlier this week that he worked on the main end titles for Black Panther. Solomon, a motion designer, was born and raised in Hope Village, Tobago but left the country at the age of 20 to pursue motion media design at the Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD).
I don’t even know what to say about Black Panther. I was so overwhelmed to finally be watching it that I almost welled up in tears at the beginning. It was such a fun ride. So well acted. The beautiful cast, the amazing costumes, the music, the visuals, the story. I have to go see it again. I need another fix.
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