I've been watching Trigun with my son. Now, because of the theme song, I have the impulse to listen to Led Zeppelin's In My Time of Dying.
I live in one of the most ignorant states in what is increasing ignorant population. I'm generally appalled by the attitude of stupid people who actively resist getting any more intelligent. *smh* I mean, "Damn!" These idiots booed Carlos Santana. I mean, "Wow!" That's like booing Jimi Hendrix or Eric Clapton. Just how ignorant do you have to be to do that?
"If people want the immigration law to keep passing in every state then everybody should get out and just leave the American Indians here. This is about civil rights." Carlos Santana, 05/15/2011
This is Amurr'ka!
Y'know, every month there are two or three stories about paraplegics who can now walk again. Do you agree with that? Walking is a milestone in human existence. So, what is the first thing that society does to those accused of a crime? Confine them so they can't walk very far without an escort. Monkeyshines!
Playoffs in every sport and people still don't understand on a personal and professional level that you cannot transcend until you're better than your opponent at his own game. Black folks, stop avoiding the issue. If we are going to better ourselves and improve our lot in life, we're going to have to (1) keep the spotlight on the system and (2) get better at using the system at its most profitable levels than those that want to keep us "in our place".
"Keeping it real" as a life philosophy hasn't worked as well as planned. "Keepin' it real" leads to dumb shit like waving your shirt around your head like a helicopter. (Seriously, what THE fuck? And…don't front! You liked that bullshit.) Don't smirk, East Coast Headz. You thought everything should be "like Whoa" right around that same time. Walkin' around with your pants under your asscheeks? Real or not, you look dumb. Extreme lacefronts? Real or not, you look dumb. Abandoning the system cuz "The Man" is holding you down? Yeah…hm…how's that really workin' out for you? And, even if you're makin' out all right, how is your cousin's hustle going?
See, the point is: The system can be used the same way that those ethnicities that claim White use it. But, it needs to be used en masse. We need to pool resources and reach back to help those who are where we used to be whether they are our children or someone else who can appreciate our gifts.
A Mountain Dew and a Coke and I'm still sitting here sleepy.
You know, watching the mainstream media, you'd think that rappers NEVER do charity events. HLN (which I'm fucking FORCED to sit here and watch all day due to the displays near my desk today) is all over Country Music Stars raising money for the Red Cross and tornado victims. I'm sure that it would be considered crass to point out country music's relative silence after Hurricane Katrina though, wouldn't it?
People like to point out how high the odds are that some freak accident won't kill you in their chosen hobby. That's dumb.
SURFER: You have a better chance of being struck by lightning than becoming a victim of a shark attack. ME: Not one person has EVER died of a shark attack in a hotel swimming pool.
A shark jumped out of a WAVE like "GOTCHA!" and bit off a chick's arm.
Although, to be fair, bipedal urban predators have left far more scars on my precious hide than any critter or avalanche ever has.
I'm so fucking anxious, right now. My son has a Bake Sale that he's trying to participate in today. I went to the Walmart Supercenter last night around four am and they were closed. I couldn't get the snack packs he asked for. Now I'm stuck where I am and I can't get the snack packs to him. There isn't a single individual in this miserable State of Georgia that I can lean back on for help.
Shit! I'm gonna let my son down.
…so much for self-containment.
UPDATE: I emailed his teacher to ask if I could get some pizzas delivered to the class, instead. No answer yet.
I got to sit and watch my daughter play powderpuff football yesterday. She was playing for the Freshman team. I got a huge kick out of hearing her name called on the PA system for making a play.
My daughter's coaches in her other sports could mold her into a machine if they had any sense. I showed her some techniques for reading plays as a DB. She eats that shit up like a Great White in a school of tuna. She's competitive. She expressed her frustration with silly-acting girls afterwards. It was only flag football. But, my child wanted to HIT! I showed her how she can legally hit in flag. She was supposed to be the safety, but they had her lined up at corner. *smh* She played too far off of the line and didn't jam her opponent at the line because she wanted to go after the ballcarrier, which is more the way the safety should play than a cornerback.
I was frustrated with the students coaching their team. There are some fundamental plays that they could have run that would've utilized their players very efficiently. I mean, you have sprinters on your team, why would you logjam them at the line of scrimmage in flag football where someone could just reach over and end the play by yanking a flag? Sweeps may not work on official prep teams because you learn to watch out for and to call out sweeps…but, on powderpuff teams? Let a sprinter get a head of steam on a motion play, hand it off to her in full stride and block that corner for her. All day, every day! Triple option? They'd have killed. But, no! Handoffs from noodle-armed quarterbacks who were afraid to throw were the order of the day.
This kid is awesome. I admit to bias. But, I gauge her instincts based on what I saw looking at the play and how I'd react to it. If I was right and she reacted the way I would, then ok. She got tricked a couple times. Still, her instincts are good. Watching her run down a junior was like watching a National Geographic film on some predator. She has this focus, man. I could see it from the stands. As you can see, I love it! I will be working with her on some things.
I've been sitting here thinking about the concept of love, its definition, its limitations and its benefits. I'm relatively sure that a lot of the people who claim to love somebody are "doing it wrong". Y'see, most people make the claim of love in a proprietary sense. They seem to feel that 'love' gives them the right to expect certain behaviors from the object of their affection. Their love is also contingent on the behavior of that person. In a way, these people say, "I will give you my love providing you meet my criteria." But, is love really an emotional exchange? That's more of a transaction than a feeling.
These people seem to feel a sense of entitlement and ownership based solely on their relationship with this person. This is the root cause of domestic violence in all of its degrees. Beyond even that sense of entitlement and ownership is the need for control. This brings us to the innate desire for domination. This is apparently a basic human drive as discussed by the Israelite King Solomon in the Bible book of Ecclesiastes, chapter 8, verse 9. (Wo)Man lords over, or dominates, (wo)man.
So, what does this mean? It means that each and every person who has been in love, is in love, or who wants to be in love needs to really examine themselves. They really need to admit their own shortcomings and understand where they are selfish in their own desires. And, you know what? This does not mean that a person would have to give up all of their selfish desires. But, they DO need the ability to prioritize. This knowledge of self will allow a person to decide what is truly important to them when their desires come into conflict with the needs and desires of the person they love.
*shrug* Anyway…more later, maybe.
Check out Sounds from the Ground's Stampede before you go. I heard it on Nu Jazz today and was instantly infatuated with it.
I know a couple of you won't see it. But, this made me laugh out loud at work.
I work as a graphics designer too, at times. I'd probably design something like this out of boredom. If my client picked it, I would not point out the lewdness. I'd only ask them twice, "Are you sure?"
An overwhelming percentage of the activity that we engage in is in a search for stability and reassurance. Even when the activity is self-destructive, it is usually a person's way of asserting their own individuality, which in turn reassures that individual that he or she is unique and in control of their 'self'. Nowhere in human behavior is this more evident than in the mating rituals of humankind. In increasingly rare circumstances, parents pick their child's mate. Even this practice is followed to assure the parents and other older relatives that their genetic heritage will continue. Stability…reassurance.
Social media, the latest internet rage, puts a new spin on mating rituals. You can build a profile of yourself for others to review. You add relevant, socially acceptable (American custom considers asking a woman's height marginally acceptable, but asking her weight to be unacceptable), statistics and, usually, a description of yourself before placing yourself on display like a canned ham on a shelf. Then, other individuals peruse those e-shelves. They poke, prod and examine the merchandise in hopes of finding that perfect someone. By matching your stated desires with someone's stated qualities, you're assured of finding the person that you are compatible with…at least that what the marketing department says. Stability…reassurance.
The thing is: Nobody wants to think of himself or herself as 'average'. So, women are "purpose-driven" and "motivated" and are "looking for the same in a life partner". Stability…reassurance. *smh* Are those the words that come to your mind when you think about the people that love you? Honestly? Ugh!
Even guys who profess to have that "I don't love them hoes" philosophy live that way in order to protect their fragile egos. Their professed philosophy states that if they achieve a level of success in their chosen enterprise, then they will gain the attention of women anyway. But, because of their success, these males can now deal with females on their own terms. Stability…reassurance.
I just want to be settled enough in myself that I don't need to engage in these monkeyshines. I want to free myself from my own need of reassurance and find my own stability. I function best in a state of detachment. I'm well aware that this is my own form of stability & reassurance. But, like you, I need to be able to live with myself.
Don't get it twisted. What these talk shows are doing is establishing a philosophy for you. What used to be the province of minds like Voltaire, Plato, or Kant is now the playscape for Rush Limbaugh? Steve Harvey? and Oprah?
Really?
Every time the camera tightens in on their face, that's theatre for the philosophy. After the midgets finish fighting...after the tear-filled relation of some personal trauma...after the fake laughter during the lame-assed skit...and, after the anchor pleads for you to visit the network's Facebook page to share your thoughts, the watered down philosophy begins. Consensus does not make an action WISER. If a clot of idiots agree to do something and one wise man objects, consensus demands that you pursue the idiotic course of action. ("Hey, y'all! Watch this!")
Fuck that. Imma do me. You do you...way over there where the pieces of you won't splash on my shirt.
The irony of this post does not escape me, by the way.
She is SO rude. But, anyway, I told you: Somebody tells me to shut up at least once per day. My genius will be more appreciated after I'm gone.
"I am a focused, determined, highly ambitious feminine woman that is living completely in the moment." çSeriously, do guys really WANT to date that chick? She'd give me a headache. I think I'd do better dating a chick with a 'stage name' that rhymes with 'wiggles'…providing she can cook.
I was on Facebook under my civilian identity (like that one? *smirk*) and asked The Fellas the following:
Fellas, if you were forced to pick between (a) the woman who didn't make a lot of money, but who really took care of your household or (b) the woman who brought that cheese, but who can't cook, doesn't clean and is more likely to be working late than with you, who would you choose?
One of my female friends IMMEDIATELY went in on that. She told me:
no man in his right mind gonna answer that......because dude act like women now and they want a broad with money....second no guy is gonna commit to answer a because that will leave most of the pressure on him....in todays society cooking and cleaning isnt a must or looked at as a task thats so hard a woman cant multitask with having a career.....plus men are staying single longer which mean they can cook and clean also...men are not looking for that anymore
Yet another reason why I'm happy with hip hop and PS3 as my steady lovers. So much less BS to deal with. I responded with this.
Honestly, I think the woman who we labeled "A" is gonna be a lot less inclined to do the whole "yours" & "mine" thing. She'd be more likely to say "ours". That's important to me.
My friend told me in a sidebar to this conversation and I understand her point:
making alot of money or not 40 hours a week at work is 40 hours a week at work.....time is being sped up we no longer have 24 hours in a day its more like 18 hours if i am not mistaken....women dont have that type of tme on their hands anymore
You know what? I respect her point, actually. I got something to think about today. That's very cool.
♩ Just a taste…of honneh! A little bit! ♬
If I ever get married again, the expenses will be plane tickets, hotel room, tiki torches for the sunset wedding on the beach, an itty bitty bikini + sarong (for her) and that's IT. $26K for a wedding? Are you out of your mind?
…oh, yeah! I forgot: a camera for the personal porno we'll be filming later that night.
They had the SI swimsuit models on David Letterman. Yowza! Them brawdz were hawt!
The whole N-word controversy really only stems from the innate belief that Black folks are too ignorant to formulate language and to know what they mean when they speak. No language anywhere is static. If people use a language and their geography changes, their economy changes, their circumstances change, then that language is GOING to be affected. New words are formed as new ideas occur.
This is one of the basic ideas behind anthropology. Anthropologists ideally want to study a culture, including its language, without any outside influence to avoid what they consider contamination. African cultures after the diaspora that spread its people all over this planet underwent a change. They could not stay the same. The languages of the people snatched from their homes and taken to The New World underwent all sorts of change. Cultures clashed violently and like any oppressed people, those who were and who had been slaves took their small victories where they could get them.
Now, consider this: I'm from Detroit. Detroit's first Black mayor was elected in 1970, the year of my birth. My entire existence has been in an environment where the descendants of slaves who are my people were self-aware and self-governing. In that environment, the word 'nigga', as it was used, was & is different than the word "nigger".
Now, this is the part where you start squirming in your chair and declare that, based on your experience, this is semantics. You cannot wrap your mind around this. Even though, you call your female friend your "friendgirl" rather than your "girlfriend" to avoid confusion, you can't see it. Even though you can call your best male friend "ya boy", but would be insulted with him if a White man called him 'boy', you don't comprehend.
So, let me just make it clear to you and to those knucklehead White folks who are clamoring to use the word because we can. I can say 'nigga'. I'm not saying 'the N-word". Fuck that. I know what I mean when I say it. My boy knows what I mean when I say it. That is the essence of communication in this changed English language, Urban American dialect. Until you understand the proper usage, context and differentiation between 'nigga' and 'nigger', you can't use the word. It's one of those things like the "'i' before 'e', except after 'c' rule". It doesn't have to make sense. It can even not apply sometimes. Just roll with it.
This is a crazy world we live in. All these self-help books, websites and relationship gurus got you folks bonkers, f'real. Before you do some of the shіt you do, consider whether its some ol' weird shіt only customary in America or whether it's something more commonplace with the rest of humanity. Because, people pay lip service to this fact, but they don't truly acknowledge it: American political correctness is out of fucking control.
Those who fail to heed history's lessons are doomed to repeat its failures.
The lapdogs are determining the way things are done, nowadays. They sneer at the curs and mutts for their coarseness. The lapdogs believe in the big, bad wolf…but, they think they'll never deal with him or his like. Look at some of the simple things. Microsoft Word corrects gender-specific wording like mailman or policeman if you don't turn off the setting. Apparently, enough people think using "postman" is wrong to elicit the effort to program word-processing software to slap your hand for using it.
Meanwhile, the biggest economy in the world is the one where, not all that long ago, they used to kill their girl children because boy children were preferable.
Women like to confront me about being divorced. They say this: "You still love your ex-wife." Or, "You and your ex-wife are going to get back together again." Then, they stare into my eyes, furiously searching for some dramatic realization and revelation where I say some shіt like, "Y-y-you're right! *sigh* I didn't realize it. But, I do still love my ex-wife."
*Cue sunset*
*Fade*
*Credits*
Bіtch, just cuz YOU got pregnant by your ex after y'all broke up…
You can't be me. OK? Stop watching Oprah! At 4:00, just turn your TV the fuсk off and go sit on the porch. How 'bout that?
Ugh! That's why I'm really not giving a fuсk about dating right now. I'm just really not. I mean: my eyes are open. But, I'm real cool sittin' at home watchin' Netflix. BY. MY. FUCKING. SELF.
'Honey do' List, my black ass!
Oh, lord! I forgot about what happened the last time I thought about this shіt! OK, look! Don't call me mad & cussing cuz I had this soliloquy on tap, ok? This ain't about YOU, per se.
I just saw this F-Cup mami putting the breast milk that she just expressed into the refrigerator downstairs. Thankfully, I made it back upstairs without banging this thing into any doorknobs or causing one of the biddies in the back to shriek and faint from her consideration of the dimensions. Good Lord! You should see those puppies. Actually, those things are hounds. She has to harness them.
*fanning*
She's safe, though. Unless a chick showed me the Restraining Order she had against a dude/brawd, I wouldn't poach a servicemanperson's woman. S/He's out there being shot at by [whatever we're labeling our non-American opponents this year]. S/He won't have to worry about me poaching the cooch whilst doing so.
DA/DT I had other considerations of life, liberty and the pursuit of happyness(sic). But, unless I put them down right when I'm having them, then *poof* they vanish into the æther. Back to the grind…
I'm going back to training tonight. My trusty steed had some issues. I had my radiator and my starter replaced, one right after the other, in the last six weeks. I couldn't make that trek the way I normally would. *psy* As a consequence, this is going to h-u-r-t. I have to tone my muscles back up AND lose the gut I put on. Somewhere along the way, I lost that drive that I had to get back to class in the first place. I don't know what's going on with me with that.
It's an odd moment to look at your life and have the self-realization that you've actually been depressed. Am I still depressed? Will I be able to dig myself out of the hole I put myself into? I was off for a week and a half, grew a beard…hair was woolly. As I got ready for work today, I ended up doing a self-assessment whilst shaving my head and face.
Maybe that's the issue with me. Women sense depression like dogs sense fear, don't they? LoL@that.
Meh! Whutiver! Doesn't really matter, does it? I'm both amused and appalled at myself slipping into/being in this state with all of this proclaimed & diagnosed self-awareness that I'm supposed to possess. Love! Hate! Sex! Pain!
…makes me wanna have a knockdown, drag-out, superhero/Saiyan fightsmashbrawl with a brawd the way Will Smith & whatsherface did in Hancock.
I’m forced to suffer through the banality of American culture with the displays in my company’s lobby being set to Headline News. Every day, there’s a slicked-up, graphically glossed, monument to stupidity beamed out to the world. “Let’s go to (the phone/Facebook/Twitter) to see what viewers have to say.” This is the point where the news that THEY have chosen to highlight gets doused in the putrescence of Middle American opinion. I mean, quite a few of the people around you RIGHT NOW are functional morons. I’m sure you know this. If you don’t see any functional morons around you, that means that YOU are the functional moron in that setting. Anyway…why would you give any validity to the opinion of a functional moron?
Me: Why should they consider themselves “terrorists”? They know that in a setting of conventional warfare, they’d be slaughtered. They realize that the public in the West is fickle. So, they strike at that base of support. In their eyes, there are no “noncombatants” and they don’t really give a damn what anyone else thinks about that. Hell, the word “assassin” comes from THEIR culture.
You: I like green.
HLN: There you have it. Terrorists should be in fear of green.
*smh*
Watching dummies reinforce their Closely Held Stupidities is a window into reality as it currently stands. People are snuggled comfortably into their stupidity like a winter blanket on a cold day, apparently. Some clod stands up and parrots some idiotic statement made by some politician that conveniently completely ignores fact, history and established custom.
“Well, I think…” *bovine excreta spews* The crowd applauds.
The maxim is, “Those who don’t know history are destined to repeat it.” The West, in general, and America, in particular, are relatively sure that doesn’t mean them. NIMBY. Some moron is SUING McDonalds for successfully marketing Happy Meals. So, in effect, she wants to strip me of MY choice to reward my child with a Happy Meal because SHE won’t tell her brats ‘no’. You cannot have a laissez faire system of economics on one hand and restrict/penalize companies who find ways to successfully market their product on the other. The same goes for Four Loko. Rather than refuse to buy a product that they find unpalatable, for whatever reason; these knobs are trying to ban it. *smh* Just dumb…
And, the news media considers you a moron, as well. Start critically reading and watching the news. Watch how media outlets describe things. Any employee who speaks out against the practices of a former employer is described as ‘disgruntled’. When someone speaks passionately against something, it’s described dismissively in the media as a ‘rant’. Your music is segregated and programmed for you. You’re spoon-fed your own opinion and conditioned to accept the consensus of a group rife with morons, idiots, and imbeciles. And, you accept it.
That’s why it doesn’t bother me what YOU think about what I like.
My ex-wife is high yella. In fact, I know quite a few caucasians who are actually DARKER than she is. The only thing, besides a complete lack of desire, that kept her from passing for White is her nose.
Now, I'm not saying this to extol the virtues of her translucent skin and inability to tan. I was just musing on something that I used to do. Y'see, sometimes, I get bored easily. I mean, I'm sitting there, there's nothing to do, everything is quiet, everyone else is asleep, I have a Sharpie...
So, I'd write on her naked buttcheeks while she was asleep. I mean, I couldn't put a whole manifesto on her ass cuz that would wake her up. But, I could write short, concise statements on life, the universe and our place in it. You know...shit like: This End Up! complete with an arrow. Sometimes, I'd write "Bite Me". Or, the ever-pithy: ASS
Then, I wouldn't say anything. She'd get up later and begin or continue her day. It wasn't until she had to 'drop trou' in front of a mirror that my handiwork would become apparent. Then, I'd hear my name bellowed from the echoing space of the bathroom. Shortly afterward, I'd be confronted by an angry midget! "Stop writing on my ass!!!"
Ugh! She just dipped a cookie in Lactaid! I'm genuinely appalled by that notion.
I trained Saturday. I didn't even feel like going to class. It was a nice, sunny day…but, my whole damned body was SORE. I just felt beat up. I went anyway.
I got beat up more. I got taken down twice and submitted once. I tend to fight down to the level of my competition. That whole cowboy ethic kicks in because I'm not really fighting. In a real fight, I'm trying to tear something off you and throw the piece on your laid out body. In training, what's the point of that?
Plus, I really want to learn technique. It isn't about being big & strong. Because, when I face somebody who is just as big and just as strong as I am (if not bigger and stronger), then, technique is what will make a difference. So, I consciously avoid 'overpowering' people to submit them. I tend to let people get holds and then using techniques and, sometimes speed, work to get out of them. In doing that, I get caught sometimes. I got caught three times, Saturday. But, (get this) I had a good time.
What is the point of saying "Armed Gunman"? Have you ever heard of an 'unarmed gunman'? *holds fingers in the classic gun pose* Check it in, fool!
It rained all day yesterday. It was that cold, penetrating rain. My bones hurt all day. I dragged my carcass to class, anyway. I got to the gym and we had to jump rope. That'll warm your bones. So, I was lightly toasted from jumping rope tripping over the rope for several minutes. Then, we learned were taught a move. Initially, I survived on sheer athleticism (and speed). I may not use all of my strength in training, but damn if I'm not using all of my speed. But, I'm beginning to remember some of my training and moves. I caught a dude in a triangle choke, last night. I also got three inverted guillotines and an ankle lock on other opponents. I didn't get submitted once.
Next class, I might get my ass royally kicked. Yesterday's class, though, was a success. Now, I just need to learn that pass he showed us.
How nerdy is an R2D2 ringtone? I guess it's better than taped glasses, a pocket protector and floods.
Everything between my clavicles and my waist is Under Construction.
My ex-wife told me today that my daughter is afraid of me. What kind of screwy bullshit is THAT? Every time I talk to this chick, I wish that I could go back in time to just before I proposed to her and slap the SHIT out of my younger self.
Anyway…
*lookin' @ my watch*
Any minute now, some chick is gonna tell me how I hate women.
*Thelma Evans-class eye roll*
Whutiver…yer wrong and I'm not arguing with you about it. I hate dumb women. If you're not a dumb woman, then I'm not talking to or about you.
*paradigm shift*
Ain't it great to be alive?
You see that dummy try to outrun the police and get tased today? FAIL!
Anyway…I have a lot on my mind, but little to say tonight.
