Reputation

This weekend, one of the narcs was missing for one of our kids. I sadly counted that they were correct, when in fact they weren't. It was a simple mistake but I felt horrible. I know I didn't take it but it is a serious thing to have an untrackable narcotic just floating around.

Anyway, the director of health care for our campus came and talked to me about it. But she immediately said "I know you didn't take it." She continued to tell me to be more careful and such but it lasted no more than a minute.

And that's when a random memory from a Sabbath School session on Lady Godiva's birthday voyage popped back in my head. The stubborn West Indian men were a tad annoying but I finally get the gist of what they were trying to say. It all basically came down to the fact that Jesus never really had to defend Himself in front of His accusers. He just let His actions speak for themselves. And I know she had that faith in me just in the way I have carried myself.

I hate when I realize I was wrong. But at least I'll be right next time

Just One Catalyst

I currently am posting from the beautiful Washington D.C. in the company of Posh and also Precious. It's been pretty fun thus far but something is starting to happen that is interesting and exciting all the time.

I love people.

Not a life changing statement. Something I've known for a while. I've told people that I would have been a sociology or anthropology major. But for some reason today, I am enjoying people even more. Maybe it's being so comfortable around Posh or just the general aura I am getting from the city. For some reason, I am approaching and interacting with strangers for no reason. Nothing too deep or too involved but it's lovely nonetheless.


So far, I have complimented a young lady on her funky but awesome hairstyle. I've also met T.O.P., a man who was dancing outside a car at the waterfront as he consumed crawfish. As we talked, I found that he was 85 (hence the look in the second pic), was in World War II, and has family throughout Brooklyn. His companion Sabrina also told me my new hat looked slick and that I seemed open to gay pride. So is Posh.


Anyway it's pretty fun and I need to figure out a way to maximize my interactions in a healthy fashion. Back to enjoy the people.

Do You See A Fist Shaped Cloud In The Sky?

Sunday night was the 60th anniversary of Jackie Robinson's breakage of the color line in American professional baseball. As players jockeyed to wear his #42 to pay homage to a significant moment in American history, the rest of the world seemed to have no recollection that the whole race thing was overrated.

All week Don Imus dominated headlines due to the fallout over his use of the term "nappy-headed ho" in reference to the Rutgers women's basketball team, which happens to be predominantly African-American and also coached by an African-American woman. Of course Jesse & Al were on the case along with the new black crusaders Tom Joyner, Tavis Smiley, and Stephen A. Smith (Sidebar: Is this really what we're left with in Black culture? We got more problems than racial epithets). And what was once a suspension eventually became termination for Mr. Imus.

Over in Germany, it seems that training officers in the military like to teach their charges to aim machine guns by imagining that they were shooting black people in the Bronx. I'm not sure what aspect of this story I should be most shocked about. The statement is shocking eneough in its ignorance and disregard for human life. But on a whole other level, what's up with the specificity? Fine, you hate black people, but who the hell fucked with you in the Bronx? You're in Germany. Germany. Was it one too many Terror Squad songs pumping through the iPod?

Finally, some lunatic went buckwild and opened fire on campus at Virginia Tech yesterday and over 30 people have already passed away due to the injuries he incurred.

Oh yeah I woke up to snow today. It's April 17th. Snow. April. Got that? Good.

What the hell is going on?