1. I love “urban” as a euphemism for “black.” I think I’m going to start using it as part of my everyday vocabulary. As in, “My wardrobe is so urban I get mistaken for Johnny Cash.” Or, “I don’t care how hot it’ll get in the summer, I want an urban car.” Or, “Screw Atkins, I need sugar. One pound of urban jellybeans, please.”
I have to wonder, though, how urbans in rural areas feel about the whole thing. Do they feel left out? Or do they feel all fancy, like they’re livin’ large in Possumneck, Mississippi ’cause they’re bangin’ Ludacris in their F150?
And on the flip side: since I live in an ostensibly urban area, should I take out a subscription for The Final Call?
2. Avenue D is going to play at my sister’s club in London in less than two weeks. Color me jealous.
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