Music is my drug of choice. I’ve been getting high with Christopher Breaux lately; personal reflection, love, transformation, social commentary and nostalgia.
Life set to Nostalgia Ultra, Frank Ocean
Read MoreWe arrived late in the evening, only after asking what time they closed did we realize we had 30 minutes to eat, drink and by merry. We were greeted with enthusiasm and energy as if the place just opened. After being seated the server did not rush, took his time explaining the specials for the night, however he did inform us that the kitchen would be closing soon, still we sampled beer and took our time before ordering. The food came out perfect; the serviced remained consistent throughout the night.
Read MoreSunday night I watched my social media streams fill with commentary about all things entertainment; Game of Thrones to Beyoncé to the NBA. As fans, stans, and critics; we discuss things for ‘investigation’ and gossip, both understanding and insulting. No matter your point of view, there is always that friend or follower who believes they have a personal connection with a celebrity and will stan until the end of time.
Read MoreI grew up across the street from a full service park that featured a recreation center. My exposure to sports and competition starts there. While most of my friends participated in sand lot football and basketball my play, from a team perspective, did not begin until junior high where I played football and ran track. I was a pretty good basketball player too as I made the junior-varsity team in high-school. I wasn't a superstar but I excelled at anything I attempted. In some ways I was uncomfortable in the limelight, content living in the background, as long as I felt useful and appreciated.
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This weekend while conscious [that annoying time between naps] & flipping through the channels I happened upon three war movies; three time periods, three geographic locations, three campaigns. There is a common theme. What, asks the films, is the worth of a single human soul?
Sometimes a loss can be a win ...
Read MoreBrian’s hair while high isn’t the mess that all of this trouble is worth. I’ve never understood until today why hearing “… you need a haircut bad ” vexes me so much. First with Aaron & now Brian.
Read MoreRunning on empty. It is late night and I am restless. Many of the weeks activities playing back in my mind, thinking about the things I accomplished but also the things I did not. I believed staying up until 2:30 in the AM and waking up at 6:30 was what I needed to maintain my life; taking care of the things I needed for myself early so that I had time to take care of the needs of others.
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A break in monotony or routine is a welcome change for me during the work day. A few exceptions exist; the meeting about the meeting, ultimately it is about another meeting and training. Normally I would doodle, count the number of bad weaves and make fun of the ugly people with my work-wife and press on.
Read MoreMegan: “I felt better but now I don’t.”
Don: “Why?”
Megan: “Because who knows what you’re feeling. I don’t know what to say to her except I’d tell you to ask your father but he’s at the movies. I should’ve said ‘He’s just drunk.’”
Don: “You’re better with them. You don’t understand.”
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I’ve found a formula to read more and will triple my reading goal for this year. Although I want to share my thoughts on everything I read I've realized that I am not interested in making something I find enjoyable an assignment. Reading is FUNdamental and is something to do with joy or it becomes a task like cutting grass. I don’t want to cut the grass. I’ve read and reviewed a few books here on the blog, some books I just read. There are some unfinished reads in my Kindle, in my car, on a table, on my dresser …
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Memories There is a very small mark on the outside of my nose, noticed as a slight discoloration. On a scheduled weekend visit with ANT many years ago I reminded The TramueL Formerly Known As that I had never had chicken pox and argued against being around him as he was in full effect. She quickly pointed out the above mentioned mark as evidence of having had chicken pox as a child. I corrected her and explained that the mark was the result of riding down a very steep hill on the side of my face.
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When I look at myself in the mirror the reflection staring back at me is one of my 18 year old self; young, thin, full head of hair, with eyes bright enough to catch a glimpse of my future; I eagerly anticipate the next chapters of my life. The start of this year has presented me with the realization that time waits for no Wo/Man.
Reminders that the years have passed.
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I’m in love with silence. There are times when the sounds I love; music, my kids laughter, her voice … are too much for my ears. I Am not unhappy at those times however, with my will directed inwards I seek paths that allow me to get away from everyday “noise” at least some of the time. When I speak of noise I mean chaos, disorder and at times actual auditory noise. This is especially heightened now that my hearing has improved.
Read MoreAdversity comes in many styles and colors and is no respecter of people. I lol Solange for this title [Lol is now a verb] ... however this is a real life story and something as cliché as "never give up" applies. Either you break or you break records.
Read MoreConnection crabbing. They can’t get to you so they attach themselves to mutual friends, thumbing every picture, status update, check-in and comment just to let you know they are there.
Read MoreThe following names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any likeness to you is coincidental. Maybe you have a doppelgänger. A discussion concerning food while at work sparked a spin off conversation while attempting to plan a pot-luck for the team.
Read MoreLast week I tweeted "Y'all still use Blackberry or nah?" in response to an advertisement for Blackberry Ten. Truly, I wasn't throwing shade ... I'm too Summer. A non follower and I exchanged a few pleasantries after which I explained I wasn't trying to clown her Blackberry usage. It reminded me of a tweetversation two years ago with a friend on Twitter, this is someone whom I know personally not just an avatar from a digital list.
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Balance.
The life of a fighter, the life of a writer.
Cameron Conaway is a poet and for some time, a cage-fighting mixed-martial artist. His relationship with a demanding father provides the foundation for this inspiring memoir. Caged begins in Conaway’s childhood, where he describes an intolerant and at times verbally as well as physically abusive father. From the outset of the book, it is inevitable that his parents’ would divorce ...
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"A poet, thinker, writer, activist, teacher/student, lover, friend, sister, hip hop artist."
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