Black mind intertwined like the ropes they used to hang us with

I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10

Sigh. The year is coming to an end. The world is coming to an end. And so life begins.

With less than two weeks to go, I look back on a year of what was, what could have been, and what is. What the future holds is solely up to me (for the most part); because regrets beget even more regrets. And I'm still striving to live a regret-free life.

So, I'll compile my list of things I'd like to accomplish in this next calendar year that I did not have a chance to do this year. And then I'll add some new ideas and goals to the list so that I can get even more animated (yeah aiight) in my anxious anticipation of coming closer to some things that had previously seemed to be lightyears away. No really. On some fantasy-world, maybe when I'm fifty-five type ish.

Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments

Maybe I'll go back through some of my old posts and see what I have been able to complete in the short time that I have been actually keeping track of some of my personal milestones. It'll be a way for me to assess my progress and good practice for some new plans in the works. Plus, ain't nothing better than checking your pulse and hearing the thump-thump of your heart from your wrists to your calves and everywhere in between to let you know the ticker is still tiocking and the ship is ready to sail, right?

As a matter of fact, I definitely am looking forward to this week's session. Speaking of a ship being ready to sail, I have a new crop of talented and tech-savvy students who I have learned a lot from and hope to have around for a while. With each passing year, the baseline for technology skills is inching up ever farther (fortunately), yet the mindstates of some people who otherwise could be greatly helping to tap this hidden talent pool are seemingly trapped in Industrial Age, robot-fear-mongering thoughts of job outsourcing and career extinction (unfortunately). But if my kids cannot get jobs because you think they're going to take your job over, well umm....isn't that the point anyway?

It's y'all turn like Detroit Red
When he said he had an ultra perm
-The Coup f/ Black Thought, Talib Kweli, "My Favorite Mutiny"