tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107422192024-03-07T00:10:47.288-08:00The Veritable Musings of the Gentleman named Epsilonicus...A place where I can place my thoughts on politics, life, religion, relationships, and a myopia of other mental drivel I decide.Epsilonicushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17672606512344583979noreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-8566821221545155032013-02-13T05:31:00.001-08:002013-02-13T05:31:27.809-08:00Career MovesEpsilonicushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17672606512344583979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-42641512869881965912012-08-13T20:11:00.001-07:002012-08-13T20:11:43.224-07:00More Than One LoveSo I have been <strike>Facebook snooping</strike> observing relationships recently. Particularly my siblings and some really close friends. Throw in some random Netflix (the cable ain't connected yet) and one idea keeps coming to mind: it is easy to be in love and love multiple people. And I mean in a romantic sense.<br />
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Now, lets clarify some things. One, I am not saying I am interested in a polyamorous relationship. Two, I am not saying this is an excise to cheat. Three, I am not recommending it for everyone.<br />
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However, after observing some folks and having some <strike>arguments</strike> discussions, I truly believe that a person can really and truly love multiple people. They may love them in completely difference ways to due to what those folks bring to the table, but love them nonetheless.<br />
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First of all, one person in no way, shape, or form, fulfills everything a person wants in a spouse. For every good thing we find in a person, there is something annoying about them. For every one need they fill, there is another that they don't fulfill. What every person does is weigh the good vs bad. And some others find that multiple people fulfill multiple niches. And to me, as long as everyone agrees that is fine.<br />
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Secondly, I do not believe there is a single type for each and every person. Using myself as an example, there are multiple types of women that work for me; not just a single one. So I can see loving different types of people.<br />
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Keeping it simple, watching folks go through the lost and confusion, I just see the problem being that our society assumes monogamy is the answer for love. In reality, it is just an option.<br />
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<br />Epsilonicushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17672606512344583979noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-14991689432386171172011-11-14T13:46:00.000-08:002011-11-14T14:09:19.986-08:00Where Is My Jesus?I am sitting at my desk today filling out my Big Brothers Big Sisters application and I came across a question on the form that I am struggling to answer. The question asked "What is your religious affiliation?". <div><br /></div><div>For 20 years I considered myself a Christian. Throughout my life I have worshiped at places from a Catholic cathedral, 7-Day Adventist church, Baptist, A.M.E., Methodist, Episcopalian, Presbyterian, Jehovah Witness Hall, and various incarnations of non-denominational-ism. I have been to mega-churches down to places that have a congregation of 15. My journey to find a spiritual home has been deep, whether timespan and geographical, and theological.</div><div><br /></div><div>How do I explain on a 3 inch long line my feelings about religion? How do I explain that I believe the concept of God to be true; however, I have not found a place that I feel comfortable? That for a while I accepted the concept of the Christian God yet with a few caveats (no Trinitarianism and some other non-logical concepts)? How do I come to grips with the fact that worship has always been a communal exercise yet no one in which I want the worship without the communal aspect?</div><div><br /></div><div>How do I explain that I hate that church has become a business, not a mission? That the quantity of people has become more important than the quality. That social justice is absent and that the whole "in the world, not of it" concept rings hollow and elitist, provincial, and not inclusive? That the LGBTQ community is good enough to sing, clap, donate, and stomp in the aisle but cannot walk down the aisle?</div><div><br /></div><div>How come the way that worship is presented in the 21st Century Christian church does not feel "full"? Many times it touches my intellectual side, however it does not speak to my heart. It does not speak to the "inner, dark, unlit" places of the human experience. That the Christian concept of God feels complete and incomplete all in the same swoop? That now we have no mystical (look it up) tradition in religion that captures my imagination? God feels more like a math and logic problem than a phenomenon. I no longer feel that God lives <i>inside</i> of me as well as out <i>there</i>. I struggle to find a feeling with God. I want a worship that makes me feel as well as think. It needs to move me in a way that I cannot find elsewhere.</div><div><br /></div><div>This line on the form has made me put into words concepts I have struggles with since 5ht grade on the back of that Grace Bible Baptist Church bus.</div>Epsilonicushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17672606512344583979noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-70488013569268248762011-09-02T23:01:00.001-07:002011-09-02T23:08:04.382-07:002 AM MusingsI have been thinking of proposing my girlfriend.<br />
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We have discussed it before. She wants to get married. She just never said she wants to marry me. I wtell her she should propose to me (semi-seriously). She said she would if she could guarantee I would say es. (I am still trying to interpret that...).<br />
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All I know is that I love her. A lot. I want to be with her. I just worry that I am not mentaly and emotionally together enough to make that step.<br />
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Guess I need to ask my shrink.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-7891379148588841232011-06-05T11:06:00.000-07:002011-06-05T11:06:54.224-07:00Sunday Morning Wonderings<ul><li>I soooooooooooooo should have studied journalism and political science. Every time I watch Fareed Zakaria's GPS show, I am engrossed. I sit there with envy wanting to do that kind of work; political analysis. I love this. I could watch this all day. I wish my job required that I watch and analyze this kind of stuff. I would be the happiest man on Earth.</li>
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<ul><li>One of my new favorite shows is American Pickers. I do not know why but that show is definitely interesting. I will say one thing: you would not catch me in some of the areas they go to find stuff. Way too rural for me. Some of those folks do not look to kindly to Black folk like me.</li>
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</div><ul><li>THESE ALLERGIES ARE KILLING ME SON! No amount of medicine is helping me.</li>
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</div><ul><li>No comment on work. Call me or email me to discuss that one.</li>
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</div><ul><li>One of these days I am just going to pack my stuff and travel. And I am going to be broke as hell while doing it. It seems like so much fun and so many people I know have done it and made it work. I think I could too.</li>
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I find myself in a dark, gloomy, unhappy place. My job is stressful. I am broke as fuck. My weight is rising; can't seem to stop the stress eating. Or eating because I am bored. Or the eating when I crave sweets every moment of the day.<br />
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My therapist sucks. I do not know why I pay him to talk to me. He is not suppose to solve all my issues but at least give me something useful. Not to be mean But I am about to drop him. I get more advice talking to myself while sitting on the toilet.<br />
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My relationship is strained. As much as I love her, I cannot seem to stop doing things that are causing irreparable damage to her. I see it in her eyes every time she looks at me. She gives me that look of mistrust. Her glances lays on me extra long for every phone call, text message, email message, or Facebook message I respond to. I respond by being emotionally distant and feeling powerless. I stare back with no expression on my face, as if I do not even notice her pain. And I then sleep on the couch so that I do not have to resort to hearing how I have fucked up for that day, that week, or the past month. It is easier to hide within late night hours of Netflix than to tell the truth about how I feel.<br />
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"I'd rather argue with you than be with someone else." - Kanye West "Blame Game<br />
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One day I want to leave, the next I know I cannot. I love her but can't seem to do right. Yet I know it all has to stop. We either figure it out or call it quits. I just wonder what the answer is...<br />
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*Heads back to pretending I have it all together. God didn't give me this million dollar smile for nothing*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-26710424474948788022011-03-16T13:40:00.000-07:002012-05-29T20:33:31.204-07:00Work GrindMissing 4 work days is no fun. I mean I enjoyed my little vacation; don't get me wrong. However, coming back today I felt a little lost. Missing 4 days of work feels like a month. So much happened and I feel like I am just starting to catch up. My staff is teasing me because I have a clean-shaven face. One of them almost did not even recognize me. I had to rush and finish up some items due today. Oh well... thats life I guess.<br />
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I am looking forward to Preakness. I really want to go. I cannot believe that being from Baltimore I have never ever been before! I need to get my act together! So I am prepping myself for the infield. I am not going to get stupid wasted like most folks. Baltimore summers are waaaaaaaaaaaay too hot for that kind of foolishness. No heat stroke over here. However, I do want to enjoy myself. Plus, I have never seen a horse race live; just on tv.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-70839196736293449022010-12-16T06:38:00.000-08:002010-12-16T06:38:36.242-08:00Today At WorkI cannot seem to get it moving. I think because my office has no heat in it (the outside temp is 23 degrees), I am struggling. If you all love me, please send a space heater before I turn into a chocolate popsicle.<br />
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Alos, I am happy because the planning committee for the holiday party meets today. I love planning this party even though I hate Christmas. This is helping me feel less Grinch-esque. <br />
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The office is quiet and I love it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-38517244390496059092010-12-15T09:03:00.000-08:002010-12-15T09:03:42.958-08:00Talking to MyselfStream of conscious.... here we go<br />
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I often talk to myself. Seriously. And the reason is simple: I often have the answer to my own question or problem (whether I follow it or not is a whole 'nother story). Thus, while in the shower I will literally talk the problem out. It seems quite insane but it works for me. And the solution I derive is often elegant and simple.<br />
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However, there is a second reason I do this. If I have to get something off my chest, I know that talking to myself about it will keep it between me and myself. When I have the urge to confess, I need discretion. I do not like a whole rack of folk knowing every dirty little secret. I have done things I am not proud of. Yet lately, it seems the the only way to find absolution is to talk it out to myself. So between shampooing my hair and exfoliating, I talk everything out. In the shower. Between my Kanye-sized ego and myself.<br />
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Until I find a better, more intelligent counselour, that is what I am sticking with.<br />
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Whew. Thats all i had to shareAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-7224159899368044402010-08-04T13:47:00.000-07:002010-08-04T13:47:56.243-07:00Time OffSo during this period of unemployment that started July 30th, I have been taking it pretty easy. Resting, viewing apartments, watching TV... all things I have done during this period off. Don't get it twisted, I have also been looking for work. I had a good interview and now I am waiting to hear something. I will definitely keep you all updated!!<br />
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But my favorite thing about my time of is... BBCAmerica! They have Star Trek: The Next Generation reruns on for a good chunk of the day. I am a huuuuuuge TNG fan so this has been unemployment heaven. So I have been watching this when I have the opportunities. Every time I see Levar Burton on there I laugh because he reminds me of my nerdy self.<br />
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I may need to find some other good shows to watch. Any suggestionsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-75747648761827825202010-05-18T12:34:00.000-07:002010-05-18T14:03:31.412-07:00The Miracle of LifeI woke up this morning and sat on the couch. While eating Fruit Loops and watching CNN I let my mind wander a little bit. One of the things I thought about was the miracle of life.<br />
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The point I am trying to make is that life is so precious. Humans only live on average about 70-75 years. When one compares it to the length of the existence of the planet, that's a minor blink. Yet at the same time, humans are able to do so much in such a short time. A person can become leader of the free world. Another person can almost destroy democracy for a whole continent. Individuals can invent technologies that save millions of lives or destroy the planet in a blink. There is just so much potential within each and every one of us. And there are times I wake up in the morning, and I am overly impressed and awed by it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-5103702354241001592010-03-16T09:29:00.000-07:002010-03-16T09:29:35.046-07:00While Doing Nothing At My Desk<ul><li>I just saw a photo of <a href="http://epsilonicus.blogspot.com/2006/07/lets-cut-bullshit.html">Her</a> on Facebook this morning. Not even going to front, she looks good. Very good. I was struck speechless when I saw her photo. Her and I are not even on speaking terms. She would not even piss on fire to put me out. Given the opportunity, she would slit my throat in my sleep. But she still looked fly nonetheless</li>
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<ul><li>This new person who works in my office walks like a model. When she walked down the hall,the first thing I thought was "Project Runway". Her posture is very model-esque.</li>
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<ul><li>I need to do these damn taxes. I keep putting it off but they need to get done. I need some cash</li>
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<ul><li>I have switched my bank account from Bank of America to a credit union. NO MORE FEES!</li>
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<ul><li>I am considering doing a side business for financial management. For the past year I have been doing tons of research about it. I find financial management interesting even though I hate math. I may do it. I think I should ask around and see. </li>
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She told me that she felt as if I did not care about the program or the people in it. This statement came from the fact on my recent evaluation, my AmeriCorps group mates did not evaluate me as high as my actual job supervisor.So went into this thing with she said I am dismissive, etc etc. Supposedly, my attitude stinks, I am rude and off-putting, I do not do work. <br />
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So I summoned my inner asshole and told her how I truly feel. I am not emotionally attached to my career. My self-worth is not tied to my career. Whether or not I am a good person is not dictated by how well I do my job. Thus, when my fellow AmeriCorps people worry about whether people's opinion of them change due to the success of the project, I do not panic. I do not worry.<br />
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That may seem transcendent for people. It may sound like I do not care. But I know when I meet my Maker, if there is a Maker, they will not judge me by how well I do not my job. There are other criteria that will<br />
determine. Does this mean I do not want a great career? No. But what it means is that I will never put my career over how I treat and love my friends, family, and other people. I will never let career moves dictate whether I should be kind or courteous. I will never let career aspirations get in the way of spending time with the people I love the most. Thats all.<br />
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Perspective is what it is all about.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-13233424092565856022010-03-01T11:13:00.000-08:002010-03-01T11:30:01.772-08:00The Homosexual QuestionMy mom and I have been debating homosexuality recently. Recently, she became more religious. She used to have gay friends and never commented on their lifestyle.Now all of a sudden, homosexuality is a sin. "Those people" are sinners, evil, despicable or any other adjective that puts homosexuals in some sort of weirdo category.<br />
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But guess what? GASP! All that homosexuality is is a natural variance in human sexual behavior. Every single human culture/society that has ever existed in the 250,000 year lifespan of the homo sapiens has had homosexuals. It is plain and simple. Homosexuals are not weirdos. They are not sinful. Shit, most cultures don't even have the concept of sin. All homosexuality is is a natural variation in human sexual behavior. That is it.<br />
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My study of anthropology and archaeology has shown me this. Homosexuals in many cultures became shamans, religious/medical people in their society. Native Americans called them twin-spirits. Societies in Africa and Australia had homosexual members. I am pretty sure there may have even been gay Neandertals.<br />
It comes down to this. Homosexuality is just another part of human nature. Just because you do not practice it doesn't mean it is evil...<br />
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Check out this link. You may find it interesting http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/35347847/ns/health-behavior/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-23668736204225820862010-02-22T08:47:00.000-08:002010-02-22T08:47:00.706-08:00Career ProspectsI really like my job. I really do. While I may dread waking up in the morning (I hate mornings), I do not dread going to work. This is the first place where I feel like the work that I do is important and is actually valued. The team I work with is amazing. The participants really appreciate us. I like what I do.<br />
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But as I sit at my desk, an opportunity for career growth has appeared. My current position is an AmeriCorps position. There is a full-time position available and I threw my name in the ring. I am vastly younger than all the candidates. I have less experience. But, I think I can make it in the rodeo. I just hope my boss believes he does. I don't think I want to leave this place yet. I kind of enjoy it...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-76083587088106769812010-02-13T12:27:00.000-08:002010-02-13T12:27:36.294-08:00The John Mayer Controversy<a href="http://www.playboy.com/articles/john-mayer-playboy-interview/index.html?page=2">The John Mayer Playboy Interview</a><br />
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So while snowed in this week, I read and heard all this uproar about John Mayer's Playboy interview. Since I had nothing better to do with my time of confinement in the house, I trolled the internet and found the interview (Funny story: this the first time I have ever been on Playboy's website. All for a man lol). I read the story twice and had a different reaction than most of the people on the internet.<br />
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1. I do not believe John Mayer is an asshole. I really don't. He says some things that seem outrageous. But in reality, what he says in honest. He tells you exactly how he feels about stuff. Is it put eloquently? No. Not at all. But at least he keeps it 100. There is no pre-fabricated responses with him.<br />
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2. I do not believe he is racist. Everyone has been making such a hoopla about John Mayer using the N-word. But for real, if you look at what he said, it sure was the truth.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"><strong style="font-weight: bold;">MAYER:</strong> Someone asked me the other day, “What does it feel like now to have a hood pass?” And by the way, it’s sort of a contradiction in terms, because if you really had a hood pass, you could call it a nigger pass. Why are you pulling a punch and calling it a hood pass if you really have a hood pass? But I said, “I can’t really have a hood pass. I’ve never walked into a restaurant, asked for a table and been told, ‘We’re full.’"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;">John Mayer wasn't being racist. What he was saying was that people really want to say "you act like a nigger" but they wont because it is politically incorrect to say that. People won't say "since Black people like you, you gotta be one of them savages". We all know tis true. The second thing he was saying is that he isn't Black because he has never even went through the experiences that Black people have. Was what he said eloquent? Oh hell no. John Mayer's prose is not even close to his poetry. But what he said definitely had some truth.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;">3. And even if he did say something racist, does it matter? This is John Mayer. He is not worth all the effort of spazzing out. If you want to end racism, go protest a police station. There are officers in police stations who set race relations back 20 years every time they put on a badge</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-5686551446220223272010-01-25T08:50:00.000-08:002010-01-25T08:50:26.854-08:00A Shot Across The Bow<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QBL_Lu-mGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QBL_Lu-mGs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br />
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I want each of you who watches the above video to take a moment and ask yourself this question: Am I doing enough to make theworld around me better?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-63688242301523319662010-01-22T07:11:00.000-08:002010-01-22T07:11:06.484-08:00Learning and LivingHere is something I read from secretregrets.com:<br />
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<div style="color: #0b5394;">I regret that in order to help the homeless, I have to listen to the paranoid shit that those rich church-goers throw at me.<br />
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I regret that I don't have the confidence to speak up and tell them that the homeless and the needy are not all alcoholic drug addicts bent on hurting children. The homeless and the needy saved my life. They conversed with me and made me feel needed. I hung on because of them. I regret that no one seems to see that the homeless and the needy are real people.<br />
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Well, you know what? I'm passionate about this, and I'm going to go against everyone's paranoid wishes. I'm going to converse, I'm going to get close. I'm going to do a photography series focusing on homelessness and poverty. I'm going to make those paranoid, dead-fish-handshake giving, stay-at-home mothers, rich church-goers realize that maybe, just maybe, the needy are people, too, and that they're nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to get my series into the community, and people will start to understand.<br />
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I know I've put a lot of hope into this. I'm only seventeen; a stupid teenager. What do I know about the way life works, right? <br />
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Bear with me. I will make a point, and it will be beautiful.<br />
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I read this and felt moved beyond belief. It made me reassess a comment I made earlier on Facebook. Maybe there is hope for the future.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-6260507088918647072010-01-15T12:40:00.001-08:002010-01-15T13:12:15.509-08:00Mass Transit FolkI take public transportation to work I have made some observations. There are always the same characters! Here they go:<br />
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<b>Jesus Freak</b><br />
This is the person who gets on the bus and train and greets everyone with a "Good morning! Praise Jesus!". Then, they try and get everyone to sing some gospel song or recite some Bible verse. They come sit next to you and want to teach you the joys of the "good news" These people need to realize that at 8am in the morning, the only good news I want to hear is I am getting paid or getting off work. Thats it. No offense, but even God hates early mornings<br />
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<b>Booty Girl</b><br />
This is the girl who has a "Big Booty Judy"-type of butt. Her pants hardly fits. It look like it took 1/2 hour to get in them jeans. Most likely she is young, around 18 or a lil older. Every man on the bus or train is peeking at her panties (most likely thongs). Even though I know its wrong, I look. I sure do. It might be tasteless to have a booty sticking out, but a brother gets curious.<br />
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<b>Leaning Tower of Crack<br />
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I am sure every city has one of these! The crackhead that leans so far over they can lick their own toes. They eyes <b> </b>roll into the back of their head and they gone. This type of transit rider then will ask for a cigarette, knowing good and well they can't keep their head up, nonetheless a cigarette in their hand. They can be hilarious and bring joy to a morning commute.<br />
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<b>The Entrpreneur</b><br />
This is the man/woman who gets on the bus or trains and sells soap, socks and batteries. You know the type. In Baltimore, someone is always selling something on the bus I have seen these items for sale: soap, toothbrush, batteries, cd, dvds, vacuum cleaner, air freshener, water, soda, cigarettes, paint, and weave.<b> </b>The entrepreneur has the best deal you can find on everyday items!<br />
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<b>She Got Kids!</b><br />
This is the person who has 50 million kids. Now, it would not be a problem except the kids are hell to deal with. One kid is yelling and screaming while the other is crawling under the seats. A third is drawing on windows. The 4th child is talking to random folk. The kicker is then the mom starts wildin' out on the children, yelling and screaming delivering whippings like Bruce Lee with nunchucks. This is the most embarrising part...<br />
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Add types as you see fitAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-27055937206810630212009-12-28T11:58:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:58:35.995-08:00Black Women Unmarried<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJGMAhWpDF8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJGMAhWpDF8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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Here is my opinion after watching this:<br />
(Disclaimer: I date interracially . I don't prefer other races of women, I just have no problem dating outside my race) <br />
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I don't really pity these women for several reasons. The first, we cannot help that there are overall fewer Black men than Black women. Unless one starts genetically selecting for more men to be around, women will always miss out on getting married.<br />
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Secondly, women are purposefully choosing to marry later; whether it is to pursue a career or other things. That is not a bad thing but when you choose to wait, you just not going to marry as early.<br />
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The 3rd reason is that I know these professional women have overlooked brothers because they have "standards". I know if a dude was not making as much, he got looked over most likely. If his job does not seem to have "high career growth", they probably were not going to stick around. I guess that is fine too. But what most corporate Black women fail to realize is that most brothers are not even entering corporate America. They are starting their own businesses or working in the non-profit world. These men may have jobs that are not going to lead to them being the "corporate captains" of America. So as soon as many women feel like a man is not being "man enough" by being the bread winner they check out. Not all women feel like this but I have met quite a few Black women who do.<br />
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Like I know these women would not like me. I got too many strikes. I date interracially. I work in the non-profit arena. I do not fit the idea of being a brother on the rise. So they miss out.<br />
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Tell me what you think.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-91369759029002742112009-11-30T13:17:00.000-08:002009-11-30T13:17:00.377-08:00The Dead HourI love my job. I really do. I know I said that last time when I was teaching but this time I really do. However, there is one problem I have.<br />
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3pm hits and this office becomes soooooooooo none productive. I feel the after-lunch -itis kicking in. No one is at their desk. Jokes being cracked. This place becomes completely useless. So my daily schedules is pretty simple: Work until 3pm. After that, I am useless.I should just bring in a cot and crash.<br />
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Does anyone else have a workplace like this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-11577231976271461232009-11-25T10:21:00.000-08:002009-11-25T10:21:32.013-08:00A Bit of ChangeJust wanted to say hello. You can see that I changed the blog a little bit. Moved some items around, brighten some colors. I thought I would make the old blog look a little more uplifting. The dark colors were kind of a drag. So tell me what you think. It may or may not change my mind. Most likely it wont but I still want to know what you all think.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-23292670738972510812009-11-08T07:51:00.000-08:002009-11-08T08:06:32.223-08:00Epsilonicus ReligiosusA friend of mine practically called me a heathen. She started talking to me about how I am not following God's plan since SHE didn't like the decisions I am making. I told her I do not believe God creates a "plan" and forces us to follow. I thought she was going to hurl a Bible through the phone. <div><br /></div><div>Let me explain. I just do not think God has a preset plan for people. It seems counterintuitive. Why would God give us intelligence and free-will just to turn around and force onto some </div><div>pre-determined path. No where in the Bible did God ever force someone to believe. People came to follow God's law choice. I see God as being about choice. God wants people to come to "him" a choose to love him. We can either choose to follow or not choose. The consequences of choices, good or bad, happen because of decisions we make. That is the beauty of it all. We get to choose... </div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-4379400020490898042009-09-20T12:01:00.000-07:002009-09-20T12:17:23.380-07:00Little Update- I start my new job on October 1st. I am excited. The best birthday gift during a recession: a job! I am going to be working with a non-profit doing a bit of everything. A little workforce enhancement, community development. Whatever they need me to do. So I am definitely ready to start working.<div><div><br /></div><div>- My birthday is on October 1st. My gf has something planned for me. I do not know what it is but I know it will be good. She also has my gift already. I know where she hid it but I have not looked at it. I do not want to ruin the surprise. I know it will be better than my last birthday where I watched football at a bar on a Wednesday. Its all good.</div><div><br /></div><div>- I have found a new show I like during my time of unemployment: The View. I actually like the show and I have been watching it avidly. I just like the discussions. My only complaint is that they invited Kate Gosselin on the show to guest host. She just sits there and does not say anything unless its about her</div><div><br /></div><div>- This leads me to another complaint. I cannot stand Kate Gosselin. How can she be so upset if she mistreated her husband. If you ever saw the show "Jon & Kate Plus 8" you would know she treated Jon like poop. What do you expect? You treat someone badly and eventually they will leave. Its simple science. </div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10742219.post-23050097244977138342009-08-22T06:00:00.000-07:002009-08-24T09:16:50.429-07:00Music of My Life Part 1<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Some friends were posting on Facbook various videos that brought back memories for them. That made me think this morning about all the music and music artists that had a big importance in my life. This collection will seem weird but it all makes sense. Well, at least to me it does.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jon B. - Cool Relax</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2x82PXIbfs/So_uIVblY1I/AAAAAAAAALc/11avsyFDxpM/s320/Jon+B.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372774707435496274" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This was the first R&B album I ever bought. I was in middle school and I thought dude was so smooth. I never knew white dudes could be smooth like that. Even my mother liked this cd. I used to use his lines to try and mack on the girl down the street. I used to try and be slick and whisper them in her ear. It might sound wack but at the time it seemed right. I would strol down the street and sit real close while on her steps. Then I would whisper in her ear:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Girl it's alright baby</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">'Cause it's there in your eyes yeah</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can see that you want meBy the way that you smile</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Are you still down for me"</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sadly, it was never too successful.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Donell Jones - Where I Wanna Be</span></span></b></div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2x82PXIbfs/So_w6PyT2MI/AAAAAAAAALs/lLgCHPnQi_I/s320/Donell+Jones.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372777763936917698" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is another R&B album that affected my middle school mind. I used to be able to sing when I was in middle school. Adolescence had not twisted and warped my voice. I had a decent singing voice and I used to sing this album around the house. I just thought it was so tight. I would play it over and over. I w</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ould sing the lead single "Where I Wanna Be" in the shower, in school, walking down</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> the street. I would sing it anywhere. Little did I know that "Where I Wanna Be" would be a song that would play when I broke up with "her". Ehhh... it happens. Also recently, I was bumping the song "Shorty" while driving:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Its a quarter past 3</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Girl whats it gonna be</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Shorty got her eyes on me"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Spice Girls</span></span></b></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k2x82PXIbfs/So_y4AK36zI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yyFVv4pD3vM/s320/spice_girls_retro.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372779924408494898" /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">These chicks had my middle school hormones jumping. My childhood Polish friend David and </span></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I used to argue about which one we would marry. No matter what anyone would say, Scary and Baby Spice were my favorites, Scary being the sexiest. I cant explain it. </span></span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Weird Al</span></span></div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k2x82PXIbfs/So_z7zILMFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OZhun8udELI/s320/weird-al-yankovic6.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372781089138618450" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This dude is the truth! All my friends thought I was weird when I started listening to him in 6th grade. I found him hilarious and witty. I just loved the music. And if you really listen, he can actually rap. I takes skill to do a "Ridin' Dirty" remix. I used to bump his music wherever I went. I had Weird Al cds and tapes!</span></span></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3