Just notice I'm glowing. Just watch and keep growing

Pen wobbles on paper, Hypnotiq, I'm chaser
I spit the escape for prisoners of paper
-Lyfe & Nas, "Must Be Nice (Remix)"

With meteoric success comes meteoric risk. One of the aspects of the stock market that always irked me was how the 'analysts' make their own predictions and companies are benchmarked against those estimates. Take Google for instance, who has seen its brand become a verb. They missed the Wall Street profit target for earnings per share, and thus saw their market valuation (share price * shares outstanding) drop by $15.3 billion. Yes, b!tches...billions. In the few months that is became a pubic company, it has embodied all of the extremeties of the investing. I need to holla at Fidelity.

Wireless 6" Condolences

At a Subway in Hyde Park. They have free wireless for anyone who wants to bring their laptop in and have a working lunch or breakfast or snack. It works. Very seamless. I wonder how often it gets used though.

Anyways, i understand Mrs Coretta Scott King has left us in the physical. An unfortunate departure just when the youth connection to the civil rights era is so ripe. May she rest in peace.

So I'm determined, like AJ after Free

Aparently the little person's sponge-like qualities are becoming evident. Caught wind that he insisted on watching the UMass vs LaSalle game on Sunday. And was cheering evertime a basket was scored. Funny. And yes, it is my fault because I'll be daned if we werent goin fuqing fool at last Saturday's game. Let's see how involved he gets with Monday's game. Disclaimer: I've been known to get into games a bit much during my tenure in this city. The non calm POPS comes out. Not pretty. Kinda like when some fire joints come through the speakers (like this). Elbows being thrown should be the least of your worries.

I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuq dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" n!gga, hit your momma like Stiffler
-Sheek Louch & Redman, "Get Up Stand Up"

The failed Challenger sace shuttle mission happened 20 years ago. And this artice really tugs at the heart. To think, the students who were seniors that year are now the same age as their former teacher. This is one of the take-a-chill-pill moments where you take a step back, look up, and say, "good looking out, yo." I think back to that time and can recall being in the first grade at Burns. I can remember vaguely the clasroom dynamics and faintly where we were in the building. Mostother thinsg are still a blur. I do remember Ron McNair held a special place for me at the time as a motivating factor. I didn't necessarily want to be an astronaut, but yet sometign intriued me about him. Plus, he was from SC, so to know he came up from where I was made it more meaningful. Oh well. Rest in peace to the whole crew. Shout out to those whose passions persevered though strife.

Talk a little. Say a lot.

Stoned may at times be the way of the walk
But senseless is often the code of the streets
Perverse thoughts toughen the hidden senses

I find myself up nights in a daze sans the purple haze
Amazed at how much more coherent these words become
Once imprinted on formerly blank pages

A never-ending soul-searcher trying to find my way
Lost in the abyss of sunkissed disses
I dismissed charges of insincere candor
With the air of an unaffected shrug
Not necessarily meant to be smug
Sometimes n!ggas need unprovoked hugs

-muthafuqin me