Very Random

If I had to be white, I could only be Justin Timberlake or Robin Thicke. There really is no other option. I could also be Displaced Albino. It's just the way it has to be.

Bad Energy

I am not the biggest fan of working the days of the back end shift of my job (Thursday - Saturday). It has nothing to do with the actual days but rather the people that work the shift. They are mean to the children and just not fun people to be around. I am a chameleon and I'm pretty sure they don't recognize my distaste but nonetheless, today I felt extra bad energy from them.

Surprisingly, most of the day went well. And I was supposed to leave at 8 instead of 10 like usual. But wouldn't you know at 7:30, one kid starts provoking another. A third child gets involved and pandemonium ensues. By the end of it, one child got punched in the head. I was doing my best impersonation of a guy trying out to be an offensive lineman holding up the black kid who was charging at the first one for calling him nigger. And I put a kid in a hold and he bit me and I had to grab his shoes cause he threatened to kill himself.

Long story short, I didn't leave until 9:30. At least it was overtime. But it wouldn't have happened if the kids actually had something to do instead of just stand in their doorways and see who would cry uncle first. Uggh. Why do I pick up? Easy. I love those boys and someone has to care about them.

This being a good person thing takes a toll.

Can You Imagine?

I was having a typical deep late night conversation with Bassline last night about our favorite topic, relationships. See Bassline is caught in quite the quandary. He loves two women at the same time. Like he can't really choose which relationship to go with. And I can see the pain in his face. And I know how he must feel. Especially since one girl is pouring his heart out to him and her mother is on the brink of death. Then the other one has been pouring her heart out forever.

But it just made me think of how powerful this love thing is. I think back upon my past relationships and what motivated me and what hurt me and how deeply I felt and hurt and loved. It's all so breathtaking and unfathomable. It's just so powerful.

I can't even imagine what God has been through and for so long. I have found myself curled up like a fetus crying over love. And I've rereead e-mails and replayed messages for the endless smile it gave me because of love. Can you imagine being God and dealing with that for everyone? For eternity? He has to end this world or He'll die Himself. He's just so awesome.

I look ahead at Luna and this crazy/beautiful thing we got going. It's not love yet. That would be way too fast. But I know that there is a distinct and very real possibility for it to form. And as painful and blah as love has been to me in the past, I really cannot let go of the high that it has given. It's why I actually will stop surfing eBay and look for a plane ticket to buy next week to fly to little ol' South Bend to see her.

I Made A New Friend

He's gay and he's catholic. But he's at an SDA school.

And he's cynical and funny.

He's great

Mariah Carey

This is a peculiar name to be on this blog. I'm still a little bit surprised that I am writing it. But yes I did go to the Mariah Carey concert in Boston. And it was surprising that I enjoyed it so much.

Looking back, I realize that for the price I paid ($ 140) I better have been satisfied with the performance. I am not really the type to go to the mainstream pop stadium tour. I'm not particularly fond of any pop artist to actually want to attend their concert. Not that I don't enjoy her music. There was a point when "Shake It Off" was the number one song on my iTunes and "Always Be My Baby" is a seminal landmark in the musical history of moi. But still wasn't really rushing to the concert.

But of course good 'ol Untouchable (my just thought of name for my friend/co-worker) was not to be denied. Seems that as a child she and her sister used to pretend to be Mariah and Whitney and she was Mariah. So over a training one day, and a subsequent Ticketmaster race, we were there two rows away from a stage they had set up in the center of the arena.

Sean Paul opened first. Uhhh mixed bag at best. He's not exactly the most energetic. Couldn't understand why he was taking breaks when he wasn't doing to much. Also his song choice was suspect. Considering that he's a warmup act, the idea is to do all the hits that people know, especially more uptempo tracks. Alas, he did not want to follow this logic. Plus, he had a live band. This is fine and dandy but live band and dancehall reggae don't exactly match up. Guitars kind of weigh down the beat. So even on the songs that were danceable, you didn't feel like dancing but rather nodding your head. Great music but misguided purpose.

Anyway, after an extended wait that included watching a soon-to-be DSS custody 4 year old do a dancing exhibition, Mariah came out on the stage. She started off with "It's Like That" and breezed into a couple of tunes from her most recent album. For the rest of the night she was a strutting chanteuse, severely limited because her penchant for high heels. Not much dancing was young Mariah doing. And yes she doesn't hit high notes the way she used to. And her performance was inconsistent. But still somehow she really pulled it off. Maybe I was twisted because of her revealing choice of outfits (which included a matching purple tube top/boyshort emsemble with open toe stilettos). Still she entertained. It was probably watching the reactions of her more faithful fans who were crowded around me, including Untouchable. Ahh, just one more experience to add to the book.

The real fun happened after we left. We got stuck in the parking lot because some girl was screaming at a guy for hitting her car. Of course Untouchable being the devil she is rolls down the window and starts egging them on. Then we kept bargaining with the bootleggers trying to sell crappy tour t-shirts. We finally met one outside who actually agreed to the deal we were offering. But he was on the street and the light turned green, long story short, Untouchable really drove off with the shirt. We were laughing forever. Because of this we did get lost but we made it out safely anyway.

Once again a concert proved that it is really a lot about the shared experience.

Silent Screams

I just talked to Luna for what I thought was 7 minutes but ended up being like 23. She is utterly fantastic.

I am going to Mariah Carey in about 4 hours.

I am not listening to children scream strings of expletives at me.

The CMU Doctrine is still intact and spreading

Favorite Activity # 78

Singing hymns at my loudest voice on the roof of my apartment building.

Can't explain.

It's joyful

Freeing

Fantastic

Gnarls Barkley @ Summerstage

Tonight I felt the need to move away from my traditional concert review because tonight was a totally different experience. That's not to say that all the other times weren't phenomenal. But tonight. Oh tonight. Something special was in the air.

Today started off with me clearing out my apartment, a surprisingly simple, pleasant experience. As I rode down with Dad and he taught me the nuances of maximizing efficiency of gas mileage, I wasn't my usual panicky self faced with the prospect that I would be late for my show. I could have mentioned it to him and he would have accommodated. He is that type of fellow. Lately, he's done so much I didn't want to seem ungrateful and spoiled. Plus I was enjoying the trip. We stopped at my grandfather's, who gave me this Superfly leather jacket, belt and all. Also had a rest stop in Hartford where we wicked up grinders and cookies. Our last stop was Stamford where we gave the cookies to the triplets from church and I had a lovely conversation with their mother. It still amazed me how I am an adult and people speak to me as such. I really enjoy it. Once we (or I) moved my stuff upstairs, I was off.

Yes the doors opened at 5:45 and I was leaving my house minutes to 8. But I was nonplussed. And the local train came just as I rand down the stairs. Making my way to the concert, I was amazed to see a mini-Woodstock set up behind the event space. Kudos to the beautiful people who buck convention in the face of a sold-out event and say , "We're going to enjoy this anyway."

Once I ambled in I once again thanked God I was tall because I wouldn't have seen anything otherwise from my position. Seriously how does anyone under 6 feet tall afford to show up late to one of these things? But the great thing was I struck up conversation with two lovely Caucasians who I spent the rest of the night with. (At this point props to Mom who helped mold my innate Carnegie charm into the chameleon-like personality I am today, adaptable to most social situations)

It was the shortest wait I ever experienced I guess since I was late. But me, Jeff & Amanda (my Caucasian companions) made our way to the center and got much better sound, something I would have never ventured on my own. Throughout the show we laughed, made song predictions, appreciated the music, and just had an awesome time.

Oh wait the music. It was as one concertgoer said as we left (sorry no rubber bands) "Fuckin' excellent." They came out dressed as the kids from School of Rock and rock they did. They did their songs first., it already escapes me which one. But throughout the night they were a complete explosion of energy. They covered the Greenhorns (yeah I don't know who that is either) and the Doors (yeah I know them but as Jeff pit it they chose one of the most obscure songs) but they pulled them off excellently as far as I could tell. They finished with "Crazy" and then walked off. If that was it, I would have been happy but of course they strolled back out and did three more songs including my favorite (thank you God) "Smiley Faces" to really end it. And as I did my rendition of the Carlton dance from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, I think I left Earth for a moment.

And it was over. And it wasn't The atmosphere that I submerged myself in is still with me even after a steaming subway ride. I wonder who are the people who buy beach balls and throw them to and fro at events like tonight's. Why did God bless them with the quality to get the party started and keep it going? And look at the random connection I made with a beanstalk from Indiana & a rhythmic lilliputian from New Orleans. (Pat on the back for refusing their alcoholic invitation) You best believe I am silent screaming even as I write this.

Deep In The Abyss

So I was making a CD for Special K for her last day at work and I realized that I have a lot of music on my computer. Then I realized that I haven't listened to most of it. So as I was scrolling through looking for the best choices, I would play random tracks that piqued my interest. And wow I found some gems. I found some that weren't so phenomenal but still listenable. But it's just great finding new tracks that might be life-altering. Yes it is that deep cause that's how deep I want it to be. Everything is life altering even though the alteration might be miniscule in the grand scheme of things.

Music Music Music

Umm and also here is the rhyme I am thinking of sharing with my boys at work that wanted me to rhyme on their track

When we coming through your section
You know all the people be checkin
For the one that's on the mic
It's Adam Carnegie
For some reason cats be messin
Always try games and testin
But you know I'm rolling with
Double Chocolate and Little T

Gifted

I was randomly ruminating just now and it occurred to me that there are different types of giftedness, mainly 2: soulfully and technically. I think I'm thinking about this in reference to the creative arts but possibly it can apply to even more realms of thought. It's 3 in the morning and my brain is not exactly at primo capacity.

But think about it. There are some people just born with a preternatural ability to just excel at something. The example most pressing in my head are the singers in Black southern churches who just somewhere around the age of 8 belt out a tune like they wrote it themselves. And with such passion and feeling that you feel everything they're feeling. And these are the soulfully gifted.

Then you have the people that just work hard at something and become technically gifted. Like playing an instrument. For some reason Eric Clapton comes to mind. He is widely considered one of the best technical guitar players of all time. But watch that he still admires all the blues musicians who are not as technically gifted but definitely soulfully gifted.

The two concepts are not disentangled. A little bit of soul helps drive the technicality and vice versa. When you put the two together, that is where you get your optimum production. This is probably all gibberish so I'm stopping now

Sugar Water Festival

Something about the environment tonight lends itself perfectly to the Sugar Water Festival. The way the sun is setting behind the stage. The gentle summer breeze that is winding through. I feel like I am at a really well soundtracked barbecue.

And the audience is the most chill I think I've been with outside of classical and jazz outings. Maybe it's the music. Queen Latifah, Jill Scott, & Erykah Badu don't exactly make abrasive music. Maybe it's the location. We are in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. Lawn chairs and blankets abound. Some are laying down. Some are just straight up getting down. Whatever it is, it is refreshing. Balding middle age men stand next to mohawked black women as if it was the most natural thing. Incense and the smells of the overpriced grill waft together and all is just...well...it's cool.

I arrived just as Queen Latifah hit the stage. She just had this jovial energy that infected the crowd immediately. She began with a medley of her hip-hop hits then easily moved to her recent, more jazzy material. She said hi to everyone, graciously accepted a gift from a fan, and just had a genuinely good time. She finished off with a soulful rendition "U.N.I.T.Y." that had everyone moving in one way or another. I was surprised. I expected to be pretty bored during her set but she kept the level of intrigue up the whole time.

Jilly from Philly was up next and just basked in the love and returned a double portion. The control of her voice, even as she had sound problems, was phenomenal. Plus she did a lot of new stuff and combined with her old stuff, I found a new appreciation with her lyricism. She has to be one of those people who approximates what they're thinking into the music pretty accurately. She did a lot of new stuff too including her opener which I'll just call "Just Breathe". Eerything was great. She had the crowd eating out of her hand and was pure pure beauty. Everybody should see her.

Last but certainly not least was Erykah. Yeah we're just gonna call that wow. There's no way to separate what she did cause it was all this continuous funk explosion. I think if Jimi Hendrix and Sly Stone could have had a child together, Erykah probably would have been the product. And George Clinton would have been the godfather. At times she played with a drum machine she had by the mic. She was all over the stage dancing and doing whatever she felt. She too did lots of new material including her opener which had the recurring theme of "Annie Ain't Got No Panties." She weaved through new and old including Danger, I Want You, On & ON, ...And On. And it all seemed too short. I had a slight headache all night due to my lack of sleep but her set really erased the thought from my mind. She was great. Actually excellent

All and all a positive night of hip-hop/funk/soul and all for the low low price of I can't remember. Till the next concert.

Adam Stone

Where Do These People Come From?

It amazes me how God puts people in your life when you least expect it and when had no intentions of acknowledging that you need help.

Really how does He do it?

Coming Of Age

I was on my roof today for one of my traditional Sabbath sun salutations when it hit me that I am living my own version of a coming of age novel or movie, the ones I adore so much. If you are unfamiliar with the genre, stereotypically they all go something like this: smart but misguided young man has series of experiences that force him to grow up and realize his life's callings. Each story varies. Some have a diverse circle of friends, usually they have a tight knit homie or two. And their realization comes in different fashions as well. At points it can be a new relationship. Sometimes its a new career.

I digress. The point is that I feel like something is happening. I felt like I was in the script even as I stood on my roof aimlessly jumping around like I had figured out the cure for the world's hunger problems. All the story elements are there. The career transition, the interesting relationship with my father, the sage words I've been receiving from Dr. Amertil, and the new amazing I-don't-know-what-to-call-it relationship with Lady Luna (f/k/a Jane Eyre, Lady Justice, & Jive Turkey). The funny part is that I don't really have any grand affirmation about life. I'm as confused as any other day. But maybe just knowing that I am moving toward losing the fogginess in my crystal ball is exciting enough.

The Unnamable

I promised to give this topic some space of its own, just because the situation warrants it.

So recently I have referred with increasing frequency to Lady Justice/Jive Turkey who will now be called Jane Eyre. There is so much to say, but as expansive as my vocabulary is, I'm not sure you will completely understand me by the end of it, but here's a taste.

I met her visiting Coffee Bean. She is the cousin of our mutual friend Bonsi. We ate, we laughed, we played spoons, we laughed some more. Just a nice chill night. When I went home that evening I decided to send her a friend request on my most favortiest thing (why can't you put words in sarcasm like it was bold?) MySpace. Contrary to my usual modus operandi, I sent an accompanying message with it. Why did I do this? I'm not sure. I was feeling playful. I was feeling intimidated, like if she denied my request for some reason I would have totally understood and moved on, like she had a right to do that, like I was unworthy. So I sent a well crafted message to melt her imagined defenses. That's not the air she presented in the evening, but I just got this distinguished quality from her that night. Overall I thought that she could handle it all. The wittiness, the randomness that is Adam Carnegie. I don't know why I felt that after just three hours but I did.

And I was right. Because in the three weeks since, I have been amazed at how easy it is to talk with her. About everything. She already knows faults of mine I often hide from myself. And she never runs away. She consistently prods for more information and she just encourages and is just wonderful and is an active participant in it all.

And she sings beautifully. She writes beautifully. She adores creativity and culture. And she's spiritually grounded people. Not to mention she is also physically attractive on top of her amazing personality and aura. She has this crazy frizzy-curly hair thing happening that always made me stare at the girls in the city that had a similar hairstyle. Great eyes too. I am amazed that she exists.

Did I mention it was so easy to talk to her? We can talk about our favorite swear words to our favorite Bible verses in a five minute period with no break. The phone conversations we do have are never enough yet they feel like forever. In less than 21 days, this girl has gone from a non-entity to a possible addiction. Right now she is most certainly a habit. And as far as I can tell she will grow to be more. I'm very cautious about this, even though I feel like doing cartwheels (which I've never been good at) on a regular basis. I can honestly say that I have never felt so genuinely happy with knowing another person so soon.

For some reason God put us states apart with more to follow when she returns to school. But as chaotic as my life is right now, I'm trying to figure out the next time I'll see her because it easily became one of the top 10 things I have to do. I'm praying about her and this which we have not named, probably cause we're both protective of something that feels so good and we're protective of ourselves. But it's good. Nee great. And I plan on enjoying it in perpetuity.

I Am An Absolute Mess

Sometimes you forget that you pray for something and God gives it to you and you weren't expecting it. Like humility. And to be broken down to the point where you have no choice but to call on Him. I prayed for those things but I forgot I did and he sent me a heaping helping of them today. Tears have flowed freely today. And it's good.

Dr. Ninon Philogene Ameritl is a saint. A saint and a half. As she sits in anuncomfortable situation that I am the cause of, she pulls me aside and gives me words of encouragement when she can easily scream my head off. Does she have any personal investment to see me do well? Not at all. I burned her house, possibly broke her daughter's heart, and I haven't fixed their computer. But still but still she encourages me to free myself and learn of responsibility, strength, and power. Beautiful woman.

And my father. I am saddened that I once wrote that my goal in life was to not be like him. It was really immature and shortsighted and just plain ole stupid. Yes there are things that he does and says that I would not find myself comfortable performing. But the principles that guide him. The passion he has for the things he loves and cares about. And wow does he care. He can't come into the town of South Lancaster without his blood pressure rising cause he cares so much. And today in the face of a man who historically makes his blood boil he was respectful and cool. If I end up as half the man he is, I will be alright.

I want to clean. I want to sleep. I want to praise.

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.

That's all it is.

I'm Black And A Liberal

A series of events has led me to this realization.

First Lady Justice (more on her at a later time and possibly a new nickname) pointed out that I slip into a black slang whenever I was talking about my kids at work. Then when I was explaining my tattoos I remembered the pro-Black tenor that inspired me to get them in the first place.

Now I have just finished talking iwth Nitro and realized that once upon a time I was a liberal. This whole moderate embrae was just some compromise to make me happy that maybe things weren't as jacked up as they actually are. But no. Truth be told I would like in a democratic socialist country where the government could take 60% of my income just to make sure my schools were top notch, I didn't have to pay, and if i did happen to get sick I wouldn't need to see a bank official to take care of myself. Plus I wouldn't worry about getting old either.

Currently I am having a discussion with my boy Top Bananas about the absence of black skaters at the X Games and why they wren't there and the absence of blacks in a myriad of sports. And I'm kind of angry. Does our almost instant dominance of the sports we do pick up scare the white establishment? Even int eh more conventionally "white" sports like tennis and golf, the two or three blacks playing kill it. Once it was Arthur Ashe and now james Blake is looking more and more lke the best American now that Mojo Roddick has been stinking. Tiger needs no words at golf. And the American soccer establishment which is so so so white, still had like 3 black guys starting at the world cup. When 27% of your starters are black when only 13% of the country is, don't you think some urban soccer programs are needed just so you can win the one tournament you've been the laughing stock in? Auuuuugh.

I still despise black people from time to time but like Huey says in the Boondocks, they're our people and we gotta love them. And I love black people. I love my blackness. I love that in these songs that I listen to and is ingested by a mostly white populace that there still is something they can never understand in each note. A tenor of struggle and disillusionment and pride with each measure.

Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud.

Live from the Manor

I am typing live from West Wing in my soon to be former workplace, the Manor. Four of the five residents are asleep and one is quietly playing with his Bionocles as he listens to the local Clear Channel drone station.

I'm having mixed feelings about leaving. Actually they are all feelings that make me want to stay. Yes I am losing the supervisor and co-worker that I mesh so well with. And it would be hellish. But I feel I have a special rapport with these kids. Just the other day, I had like a 20 minute pseudo therapy session with a kid who at points was on the verge of tears. Today I helped quiet a hall after one of our new staff was just losing her mind. And I feel sorry for the kids whose lives are nothing but turnover. But to lose two supervisors, three regular staff, and an assistant program director in a 4 week period seems kind of overdoing it. Granted the kids will survive. They're resillient. They've made it this far. But should I make it harder?

Is it just my vanity? Do I feel the need to feel important and these kids give me that? I haven't really been praying as much as I should and maybe my knees is where I should return. Actually I know that's where I should be. Uuuughh. I hate when the right answer is in front of me and I consistently neglect it.

I'm Flying

I am so seriously out of this world it's amazing.

No narcotics.
No pharamaceuticals.

Just pure life.

It's just absolutely amazing.

The Roots w/ Talib Kweli @ Avalon

I can't hear anything below 80 decibels and even then it feels like cotton is in my ears. My ankles, feet, and calves could use serious love and care. But I just had some gooooooood music so it's alright.

Welcome to another concert review. It seems I have been making up for lost time this year in terms of concerts but music is music. Especially that good music. I need to see opera and jazz this year for good measure just to keep myself even.

Anyway, Special K, One Time Jake, and a friend of his and I all headed down to Alewife, took the red to the green and hit up the Avalon. Now none of us had been there ever. It is a dance club and was confusing as to why this hip-hop show was taking place there. But it all came together when we realized Kool cigarettes was a sponsor and they probably chose the venue to help themselves out.

Whatever.

Pharcyde came out first and rocked some of their newer joints. They maintained their energy throughout and kept the crowd hype though it was obvious most of them had no idea who these people were. They brightened up for "Runnin'" and "Passin Me By" though. What helped them was that they knew they were warm up and made no bones about it. Sometimes the warm up act gets delusional and likes to think that people there are actually trying to see them when it's not usually the case. If your name ain't on the ticket, please don't get full of yourself. Just be grateful that you're on the bill and you might move a couple more copies of your album. Anything above enthusiastic humility is unwarranted. But Pharcyde killed it and made me actually consider illegally obtaining their last couple of albums.

After they left, the host came out on some real hip-hop ish. His name was Destroy or something. Dude had mad energy and the DJ had a wonderful mix of like early to mid 90s hip-hop that was banging. But it just went on a little too long. Like if I was in a park for free with a barbecue going, I probably would have egged him on. Actually any free event and I could have said nothing. But it was cramped, I was getting cranky, and yes the Roots and Kweli should have been on soon so ummm yeah. Let's start the show. His energy inspired me for work tomorrow.

Finally there was movement once the stage went dark. Thought started off with Web like he did at that RCMH show two and a half months ago. Always puts me in awe. Even though ?uest himself called The Tipping Point a B-, and I finally agree it isn't there strongest, I still think that Black Thought continues to prove himself as a pure MC on that record. His word play, cadence, and charisma hit new levels there. I think he finally got comfortable in the shine. Now the hope is that he preserves it and doesn't burn out, which so far from Game Theory seems to be achieved cause it's short and has more guest appearances.

They whipped through a mixed bag of new stuff which was met with more musicality than I'd heard from them. I'm still amazed at Cap'n Kirk and his George Benson impersonation. But honestly his guitar work adds a lot. Even on the old songs I was still getting something new. The energy they displayed was phenomenal and is probably what kept the crowd so into it. This is where I break and give props to Boston but yall were actually liver than me. Sadly I was not in prime position to wild out. I like some personal space to make sure I'm not in serious danger of hurting anybody and that was not the case at cramped Avalon. But Beantown held it down (really didn't mean for that to rhyme).

Kweli came out in the middle of the Roots set and killed freestyles on Get Em High and something else. He did a lot of Beautiful Struggle including I Try which was disappointing. But he did take it back to Reflection Eternal and brought out Boston local Akrobatik who dropped a sick freestyle himself. This was the most engaged I've seen Kweli in a while. Maybe it was the freedom like there was nothing to prove. The last two times I've seen him, he was part of the big Roots extravaganza and the other time Mos was rocking after him. Both times he felt kind of restricted. This time it's like he was cool coming off the bench and infusing energy. Though he still isn't the best showman, he represented.

The Roots came back on and did some more songs and solos and then we left to make sure we'd actually make it back in time to get in the car. All in all a great show. The Roots are my favorite band ever from rhymes to music. Game Theory is off the chains. I'm going to sleep.

Superpowers

I read comic books as a child. I've seen many of the comic movies that have proliferated in recent years but Lady Justice (formerly Jive Turkey) just likened being smart to having a superpower. I immediately laughed at the analogy but when I thought about it some more it made lots of sense.

Look at how the smart constantly try to hide their identity, seeing arthouse movies at odd hours of the day and constantly shying away from the more menial brands of office interaction in their workplaces. And the smart can easily manipulate and change the course of their lesser beings with the flick of the proverbial switch in the head.

I now understand that I have been given a power. The question is to understand how to use it.

What A Day What A Day

So yesterday was so great that I didn't wake up till 2 today.

Quick recap for history's sake.

Lovely conversation with the Jive Turkey
Excellent time with Bassline and Sprak that also solved a storage dilemma
Great time with co-workers saying goodbye to one of them
Great time idly driving around with another set of co-workers who would make fantastic roommates and create a possible modern day Three's Company

Just wanted to say that just make sure it wasn't a dream. Happiness can be such a fleeting concept that it's good to record some of the incidents just in case you lose your way later.

Dreams

So this morning I actually remembered my visions during th eperiod of Rapid Eye Movement

1) Some kids in the dorm stole my DVD's and they had peculiar names like "Death Something or Other." They were so action movies I wouldn't have been into but I was surprisingly adamant and stern that I had to have them back

2) I was having a very congenial conversation with my ex Posh in my old apartment. Oddly a door that I recognized from work was there as well.

3) I was having a particularly fun interaction with Lady Godiva and Coffee Bean's older brother which is odd cause I haven't talked to him in about umm let me see a year.

Well that's all. No nightmares. Maybe my brain is telling me people are okay and that I should stand up for myself and have fun. Who knows

The Denny's Experience

I know I've written about Denny's before but that was a more therapeutic and positive experience. Matter of fact, when me and Bassline went on Tuesday night/Wednesday morning it was actually totally fun. Discussed Bassline's past liaisons with the waitress, received excellent service from the waiter, shared secrets that continue to firm up our brotherly bond.

But Thursday night/Friday morning was a whole nother basket of bread. (Where did I come up with that? Heaven only knows)

As soon as we walk in, some posers from the Twin Cities of Massachusetts (more like twin Exurbs) give us these stupid glares. Like they see two black guys walk in, they don't know them, so they're already sizing up a possible altercation (they were also black by the way). Maybe it was because I was wearing an all black ensemble including a tank top (I hate calling it a wifebeater) that showed off my tattoos and Bassline had his Yankees fittted tipped ever so slightly. Whatever.

Then they took like forever to seat us which made no sense cause we were the only ones waiting and the place wasn't that busy. After we sat it did start to get busy and we finally figured out why. It was Thursday night, the unofficial start to the weekend. So when the bars closed, the idiots came to the only spot that was open. Furthermore, we also realized that Thursday night is the night that the bars and clubs usually make it open for 18+ as opposed to the usual 21+ so that explained why the clientele was so young, which after my previous post you can tell was just more perturbing.

The meal was actually good. Best fries I've ever had there. But the service sucked. The damn cinnamon apples I ordered with my chicken strips came after I had finished the meal. She offered her apologies and I said "Nah. That's okay. It's just like dessert." She didn't pick up the hint cause 20 minutes later after we had stacked plates at the edge of the table to signal our desire to go, she still asked if we wanted dessert. I doubt Bassline tipped her.

Thank God for good fries and irresponsible reggae on the ride home.

There Shall Be A Void

As Bassline roused me from my almost-slumber to discuss our respective relationship issues and assorted trifles of limited importance, we passed some of the freshmen who have come early to get a jump start on their college careers. In the face of a closed computer lab, said freshmen were in the halls mostly shirtless and in gym shorts playing hallway soccer.

And earlier this week when we came in from Denny's a soon to be sophomore was behind front desk noticeably lifted. And all week in face of the heat the young ones have been idling around topless and just looking shiftless.

That's when me and Bassline realized. There is going to be a void after we lead. The days of guys knowing what they should do and what they should actually be reaching for are soon to be over at AUC and also in the country. Year after year, there seems to be an increasing percentage of silly drones who are absolutely clueless.

I shake my head in disbelief and wonder what we're headed for

My Movement

So what's life like?

My co-workers like me.

My kids like me.

Numerous friends and acquaintances like me.

It's hot outside.

I text too much.

I'm in the process of moving.

The director of children's services at my job would like to speak with me probably about convincing me to stay because all the staff are leaving at once.

It's hot like honestly.

I really like writing.

I really like being clever.

I really like interacting with people.

I like self-affirmation.

Dr. Ninon P. Amertil (Of the "Free Yourself" doctrine) is a saint and a wonderful model for life.

Packing sucks.

I hope I get to talk to someone tonight.

I can't believe I just revealed that in a blog.

I had an idea to do a TV show based loosely on my three favorite co-workers and me living together. But it would probably only be funny to me.

There is something else I could be doing.

I end here.

Psych

Is That Seriously Happening Right There?

Currently I am having fulfilling conversations online with two wonderful young women, Lady Godiva and Jive Turkey. But as I turn my head to the right, the young lad to my left is having the most immature illicit conversation with Lord knows who online.

Some of the dialogue so far (spelling unedited):

He: so how do you like it
She: well when i masterbate i usually start off slow and end up real fast
S: until i cum on my finders
H: k just like that then
H: il give it to u
H: i wanna see u tomorrow babygurl
H: damn babygurl i wanna give u what u need
S: omg i need ur big dick inside me

And so on and so forth. There's even more silliness in this conversation. It's hilarious how he keeps re-reading the old parts waiting for a reply to his latest response. Oh man. Is this some sad shit right here.