If I have one vice it's Procrastination. If there was no one in the world that I couldn't say "no" to it's her.
Ms. Procrastination,
I want to break up with you. But it's so hard. Something about you makes me feel so good. So comfortable. You call me to my bed. To the television. The best thing about you iis that we can do absolutely nothing together and I'd still rather be with you than anyone else.
But we can't do this anymore.
You keep me out of the gym. You make me daydream at work. You make me have to rush in the morning. You make me an adrenaline junkie. You make me push deadlines. You make me make excuses. Whenever I want to spend some time with Productivity you won't let me. It's not fair.
Procrastination, I love you. We just can't spend so much time together anymore. Allow me some freedom to visit Challenge. He's pretty cool. Determination and Persistance can be draining sometimes but they always make me feel proud of myself at the end. I'll be honest. It's not over. I don't think I'll ever truly leave you. Sometimes you're so much fun. We just need a break.
Don't worry. I'll call you.
Promise.
C
Randomness .....
If you think about it, most of the time pride is a character flaw. ..... Knicks cleaned house. .... Damn Jamal, I miss you already. .... If Bron Bron doesn't come through I'm gonna be tight. ... I'm from New York. I guess I'm a pessimist. Giants 10-1 and Jets 8-3. ... I can dig that. ... She always makes me laugh. That's why we're so cool. ... I feel like me and the gym are just "going through a rough patch" right now. .... Funniest quote of the week: I want you take my fat pack and wrap it around your shoulders. Actually just tell your shoulders to shut up. ... White Hennessy isn't white and taste just like regular Hennessy. ... I love it when artists are giving their long ass acceptance speechs and the producer starts playing the award show's theme song so they'll shut the hell up and get off the stage. ... On a similar note, Kayne is so ill but I think if he was my friend I'd probably end up smacking him at least once. .... They got an al Qaeda tape calling Obama a "house negro." The American automakers have been trying to sell their country crap ass cars for years and they looking for the government to bail them out. The banks, theiving bastards, were robbing Americans for years by giving way loans like lollipops for people who had little chance of being able ot afford the loan just so the rich people at the banks could get more rich. They looking for the government to bail them out. ... They got people sleeping in subway stations and parks, people that haven't eaten in weeks, countries dying by genocide, disease and war. But we looking to bail out the rich fucks who are going to probably stay rich even if the economy implodes and the rest of us are starving. .... Please direct me to the person that I can punch in the face for this? ... I think I want another tattoo. ... Damn I remember when I felt like getting a tattoo was equivolant to branding yourself like a cow. ... Why is Alicia Keys so freaking bad? .... If I only "liked" it, why the hell would I put a ring on it? ... I'm serioulsy considering a career change. ... I think I'm excited by the thought. ... I get annoyed every time my phone vibrates. But if too much time passes and it doesn't vibrate I kind of feel a way about it. ... Whenever I sneeze, I swear I can shake my entire house. .... Some lady just did an opera interlude during Alicia Keys' performance at the American Music Awards. I laughed at first. But the lady went it. ... I co-sign. .... Whenever someone asks me why I haven't blogged yet it makes me happy. Thanks for reading. ... I never truly had a stuck-on-stupid moment until last week. I'll never forget it. ... World Peace. .... Thank you.
C
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sigh....
Why do people never say what they mean?? Why do people think that some how magically you will understand exactly what they want to convey to you as if there were some process of removing a thought from one person's head and planting it in another's without a single word exchanged.
How does that make sense?
Why do people need to read between the lines? How about just writing in the fucking margins?? Why does it need to be more work for everyone?
The only thing worse than being passive aggressive is following your passive aggressiveness with being dismissive. It's like slapping someone and running once you realized the person might slap you back. It's cowardly.
OK, now that that rant is over.. onto another.
I recently had a conversation with a friend of mine who is an African-American female. She just discovered (she didn't notice before) that she is being courted by a Caucasian male. She was having some internal struggle with this potential interracial relationship. Fine. But then she went on to say that many of her black girlfriends are dating or married to white men. She said that it infuriates her to see black men with white women but that it's understandable for black women to date white men. Her reason:
There simply aren't enough good black men.
Huh? What?
First of all, why do people always need an excuse to do what they do. Let me start by saying this. I thought that I was a person that didn't condone interracial dating/marriage. But at the end of the day, what someone does is their personal choice and their own decision has nothing at all to do with me. People are people. (although all sorts of racism and prejudice still exists, that is another conversation). You can present all the figures about the number of black males in prison or not in college and that's fine. Those numbers are staggering. But then that brings me to the question, how many is "enough" and what defines a "good" black man.
Women talk about good men as though they are some kind of endangered species. Why is it that I know so many good black men if they are so hard to find. And people say I'm anti-social. I know a ton of men that have graduated college, who are not in jail. I know men that haven't graduated college that legitimately make more money than I do. I know men that take care of their children and their wives and men that haven't run out on their children because the relationship with the mother didn't work out.
The idea she poised is that the reasons that black men date white women are more deep-rooted than black women dating white men, which could only mean that black men are of the mind that dating a white woman is something to aspire to. That dating a white woman is an achievement. I'll acknowledge that we all are curious about other races because our history as people shows that we tend to stick to our own, whether it be in social circles or relationships. But to make the notion that black men are somehow further inclined than black women to date outside of their race is a reckless statement.
The recklessness has little to do with interracial relationships. It's the idea that women have evolved so much more than men socially in the past 500 years that someone can believe that black men still look at white women or white people for that matter as superior while our women want to "try something new" simply because our women have decided that there aren't "enough" of us that are "good." Which can only make the implication to me that "something new" is then inherently better. Even if we excuse the implication, trying something new based on race as the criteria is a slippery slope and a path that our people would be served better to avoid.
A man is a man just as a woman is a woman. It's foolish to believe that a man will treat you better and worse based on his race. But if the physical features of a particular race excite you then, by all means, enjoy. Or if you happen to meet someone who intrigues and excites you in "that way"' then I'm no one to say that race matters. It will certainly play a role in your relationship but that decision is yours. Not mine or anyone else's.
But please... let's stop degrading our men. Lets stop teaching women that men are animals. That they will all wrong you, hurt you and leave you dry. PEOPLE are guilty of this. Not just men. Many men can speak to the same atrocities imposed on them by women (in terms of relationships) as women charge against men. We can talk about being cheated on, lied to, hurt, taken advantage of. Some can talk about being abused and robbed of their self-esteem.
But the double-standards, and the mass acceptance of them has to stop. Please.
Randomness will come soon for fear that this entry is too long and it will be placed above this blog. But in the meantime, my boy got a preview to this blog and he felt so strongly that he requested another guest spot.
The floor is his:
P.S. If men are the ones that are evil, why is Maury Povich getting paid heavy guap because of idiot women who have slept with their whole neighborhood and don't know who is the father of thier child/children. Things that make you go hmmmmmmm!!!!!!
How does that make sense?
Why do people need to read between the lines? How about just writing in the fucking margins?? Why does it need to be more work for everyone?
The only thing worse than being passive aggressive is following your passive aggressiveness with being dismissive. It's like slapping someone and running once you realized the person might slap you back. It's cowardly.
OK, now that that rant is over.. onto another.
I recently had a conversation with a friend of mine who is an African-American female. She just discovered (she didn't notice before) that she is being courted by a Caucasian male. She was having some internal struggle with this potential interracial relationship. Fine. But then she went on to say that many of her black girlfriends are dating or married to white men. She said that it infuriates her to see black men with white women but that it's understandable for black women to date white men. Her reason:
There simply aren't enough good black men.
Huh? What?
First of all, why do people always need an excuse to do what they do. Let me start by saying this. I thought that I was a person that didn't condone interracial dating/marriage. But at the end of the day, what someone does is their personal choice and their own decision has nothing at all to do with me. People are people. (although all sorts of racism and prejudice still exists, that is another conversation). You can present all the figures about the number of black males in prison or not in college and that's fine. Those numbers are staggering. But then that brings me to the question, how many is "enough" and what defines a "good" black man.
Women talk about good men as though they are some kind of endangered species. Why is it that I know so many good black men if they are so hard to find. And people say I'm anti-social. I know a ton of men that have graduated college, who are not in jail. I know men that haven't graduated college that legitimately make more money than I do. I know men that take care of their children and their wives and men that haven't run out on their children because the relationship with the mother didn't work out.
The idea she poised is that the reasons that black men date white women are more deep-rooted than black women dating white men, which could only mean that black men are of the mind that dating a white woman is something to aspire to. That dating a white woman is an achievement. I'll acknowledge that we all are curious about other races because our history as people shows that we tend to stick to our own, whether it be in social circles or relationships. But to make the notion that black men are somehow further inclined than black women to date outside of their race is a reckless statement.
The recklessness has little to do with interracial relationships. It's the idea that women have evolved so much more than men socially in the past 500 years that someone can believe that black men still look at white women or white people for that matter as superior while our women want to "try something new" simply because our women have decided that there aren't "enough" of us that are "good." Which can only make the implication to me that "something new" is then inherently better. Even if we excuse the implication, trying something new based on race as the criteria is a slippery slope and a path that our people would be served better to avoid.
A man is a man just as a woman is a woman. It's foolish to believe that a man will treat you better and worse based on his race. But if the physical features of a particular race excite you then, by all means, enjoy. Or if you happen to meet someone who intrigues and excites you in "that way"' then I'm no one to say that race matters. It will certainly play a role in your relationship but that decision is yours. Not mine or anyone else's.
But please... let's stop degrading our men. Lets stop teaching women that men are animals. That they will all wrong you, hurt you and leave you dry. PEOPLE are guilty of this. Not just men. Many men can speak to the same atrocities imposed on them by women (in terms of relationships) as women charge against men. We can talk about being cheated on, lied to, hurt, taken advantage of. Some can talk about being abused and robbed of their self-esteem.
But the double-standards, and the mass acceptance of them has to stop. Please.
Randomness will come soon for fear that this entry is too long and it will be placed above this blog. But in the meantime, my boy got a preview to this blog and he felt so strongly that he requested another guest spot.
The floor is his:
After reading C's blog, I decided that It was definitly time for my 2nd guest appearence. I know I've been away for a while but frankly Im not the writing type, and even if I was I am no friend to time. So ill start this one off on the usual note:
Are you fucking kidding me? This is the kinda bs that really pisses me off. Why have black men or men in general become the reason for the season? Its cold as hell at outside....... men, I lose my cell phone cuz i was drunk as balls in the party......... men, my period came early this month........... men, SMH. I mean although I have a very strong back there is but only so much I can bare.
So for all of you ladies who have sat down and decided that you agree with the notions of the lady in the above story, let me pick your brain. My biggest issue is the notion that there arent enough "good black men". Maybe if you stopped looking for dudes on the corner and club, and started looking for brothers in the library and in church you will find a good black man. I have heard many females say there arent any good black men out there, but yet if you check thier roster of boyfriends its heavy drug dealer action. Was he good when he was selling drugs just cause you was laced in gucci? Give me a break. You complain that there isnt enough good men, but it is a well known fact that most women want the "bad boy", and thats why nice guys finish last. Sounds pretty contradictory to me, think on it.
To the notion that it is more acceptable for a black women to date outside her race then for a black male to date outside his race i say, UIDIOT. Clearly your still dating the drug dealer because you must be on some shit to say something like that. Lets think about this logically so lets just say supposedly a black male is dating this white women for the purposes of something they aspired to, don't you think that white male that your dating has also aspired to fuck a black chick???? Again I say, UIDIOT. Probably never looked at it from that angle because your so busy thinking this white guy can't play you because hes not black a.k.a the reason for the season.
The solution is simple, No one on this earth is perfect. There are great men and women of all races just as there are losers. But the relationship choices we make in life are our own business as well as the consequences dont fall on some scapegoat. I am not to blame for you dating the abusive drug dealer, YOU are to blame. In short....... Live and let Live!!!!!!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Back like I never left....
So I've been struggling with blog topics hence the inactivity. I think my head has been too deep in all things politics and I didn't want to have to rename my blog to some witty thing like Politicin' Wit cha Boy or some nonsense like that.
Soooo straight to the randomness....
I realized that there's no one I can really tell everything to. ... The one person I can do that with, I don't get to talk to that much. ... If I get one more Obama text message, I'm gonna put an O-Bomb-a under someone's house. ... Knicks are 5-3. Fine by me for now. ... Applebees means so much more to me now than before. Spinach and artichoke dip never tasted so good. ... I'm a whale. ... No I'm not explaining that. ... Days at work have been going by a lot faster. Maybe that's because I'm actually doing work. ... Dear Good Sir, please don't put that tattoo on your neck. ... Please. ... I mean maybe you can put it on your face. Same thing no? ... I'm not sure how I feel about V-neck t-shirts. But I think I'll try it a few more times and see how this works out. ... Ladies if your head game is on point, I implore you to share your talents with your girlfriends. I promise it'll be one of the greatest contributions to humanity. Don't be stingy. Teach a class. Hold a tutorial. Make the world a better place. .... Dressing nice doesn't make me a metrosexual. That is the dumbest shit I've ever heard. First metrosexual is a contemporary word for "I think that dude is gay." And just because I can get dressed in 10 minutes and blow your outfit out of the box doesn't anything. What it does mean is that while your watching my freshness, the girl standing next to you is too. ... Don't be mad. Just go home, analyze your closet and plan accordingly. ... Damn, imagine if I really started shopping. ... Haircuts just make everything in life feel better. ... Mother Nature has no respect. ... Doesn't she know what rain does to work shoes? ... Donnie Brasco is one of the greatest movies ever. ... Forget about it. ... I still haven't seen the movie "W" and I'm mad about it. I don't wanna miss an opportunity to make fun of George W. Bush aka U Idiot. ... Speaking of which, I need an Obama t-shirt. ... I'm actually watching Happy Feet right now. ... Heroes just keep getting better. ... Why the fuck is Denny back on Greys Anatomy? Either way it's better than that lesbian storyline. That was just unnecessary. ... You don't really have to accept people for who they are. If you're an asshole, I'm not going to be your friend. Wait, I'm lying. Some of my best friends are assholes and I love it. But you get the point. ... I challenge you to go a week without saying Nigger. See how much cleaner your mouth feels.
Maverick.
Makes me laugh every time.
C
Soooo straight to the randomness....
I realized that there's no one I can really tell everything to. ... The one person I can do that with, I don't get to talk to that much. ... If I get one more Obama text message, I'm gonna put an O-Bomb-a under someone's house. ... Knicks are 5-3. Fine by me for now. ... Applebees means so much more to me now than before. Spinach and artichoke dip never tasted so good. ... I'm a whale. ... No I'm not explaining that. ... Days at work have been going by a lot faster. Maybe that's because I'm actually doing work. ... Dear Good Sir, please don't put that tattoo on your neck. ... Please. ... I mean maybe you can put it on your face. Same thing no? ... I'm not sure how I feel about V-neck t-shirts. But I think I'll try it a few more times and see how this works out. ... Ladies if your head game is on point, I implore you to share your talents with your girlfriends. I promise it'll be one of the greatest contributions to humanity. Don't be stingy. Teach a class. Hold a tutorial. Make the world a better place. .... Dressing nice doesn't make me a metrosexual. That is the dumbest shit I've ever heard. First metrosexual is a contemporary word for "I think that dude is gay." And just because I can get dressed in 10 minutes and blow your outfit out of the box doesn't anything. What it does mean is that while your watching my freshness, the girl standing next to you is too. ... Don't be mad. Just go home, analyze your closet and plan accordingly. ... Damn, imagine if I really started shopping. ... Haircuts just make everything in life feel better. ... Mother Nature has no respect. ... Doesn't she know what rain does to work shoes? ... Donnie Brasco is one of the greatest movies ever. ... Forget about it. ... I still haven't seen the movie "W" and I'm mad about it. I don't wanna miss an opportunity to make fun of George W. Bush aka U Idiot. ... Speaking of which, I need an Obama t-shirt. ... I'm actually watching Happy Feet right now. ... Heroes just keep getting better. ... Why the fuck is Denny back on Greys Anatomy? Either way it's better than that lesbian storyline. That was just unnecessary. ... You don't really have to accept people for who they are. If you're an asshole, I'm not going to be your friend. Wait, I'm lying. Some of my best friends are assholes and I love it. But you get the point. ... I challenge you to go a week without saying Nigger. See how much cleaner your mouth feels.
Maverick.
Makes me laugh every time.
C
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Like Sam Cooke said.....
I had dreams of being crushed under the power of water hose aimed at a protesting crowd. I experienced images of attack dogs gnawing at my fleeting feet, walking miles and miles to work because on that day, I'd rather crawl than regulate myself to the rear of the bus.
But my reality was last night, standing on the corner of Linden Blvd watching cars zip back and forth honking non-stop. And even standing alone, single cars would slow long enough to shout the name that captivated our hearts, enraptured our communities, motivated our youth and mobilized a generation.
Obama.
I shook hands with strangers in the hood. We hugged. People screamed and cried and sighed and dreamed the impossible dream then woke up and said, "Yes we can."
And we did.
I lived the history that I've only read about. The folk my age have a real story about overcoming legitimately connected to that of our grandparents and great grandparents. We changed the world Tuesday.
The whole world.
For the first time, I stood on a line for two hours and I didn't care. I would have waited two more hours. In the rain. Or freezing cold. My feet hurt. So did my back. But nothing felt better than pulling that lever so that I could tell my kids that I voted for Barack Obama -- that I was part of the movement. So were you. This is our Civil Rights Movement, our desegregation, our abolition.
This movement was not about race, not about Bush, not about the undressing of the Republican Party. It's about salvation of our country, saved by a man that looks like me.
So last night was my sit-in, my March on Washington. We rejoiced on the street and clogged phone lines and embraced each other in a way that we haven't since the Towers crumbled. I always wanted to live in a day that my kids would read about in their history books and then I can sit them down and tell them what "really" happened.
I never thought I'd see this. I wasted a thought. Best thought I ever lost.
No randomness today....
But my reality was last night, standing on the corner of Linden Blvd watching cars zip back and forth honking non-stop. And even standing alone, single cars would slow long enough to shout the name that captivated our hearts, enraptured our communities, motivated our youth and mobilized a generation.
Obama.
I shook hands with strangers in the hood. We hugged. People screamed and cried and sighed and dreamed the impossible dream then woke up and said, "Yes we can."
And we did.
I lived the history that I've only read about. The folk my age have a real story about overcoming legitimately connected to that of our grandparents and great grandparents. We changed the world Tuesday.
The whole world.
For the first time, I stood on a line for two hours and I didn't care. I would have waited two more hours. In the rain. Or freezing cold. My feet hurt. So did my back. But nothing felt better than pulling that lever so that I could tell my kids that I voted for Barack Obama -- that I was part of the movement. So were you. This is our Civil Rights Movement, our desegregation, our abolition.
This movement was not about race, not about Bush, not about the undressing of the Republican Party. It's about salvation of our country, saved by a man that looks like me.
So last night was my sit-in, my March on Washington. We rejoiced on the street and clogged phone lines and embraced each other in a way that we haven't since the Towers crumbled. I always wanted to live in a day that my kids would read about in their history books and then I can sit them down and tell them what "really" happened.
I never thought I'd see this. I wasted a thought. Best thought I ever lost.
No randomness today....
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