Merry Christmas

Any Given Sunday

Nowhere is where I came from

As I sat in church this morning/afternoon, something the pastor said stuck in my mind. It was something along the lines of God's word being legit and binding; having blind faith in someone who you know will not choke when confronted with adversity.

Broke many tackles but I'm trapped in myself

Immediately, I thought of the phrase, word is bond. I actually like to use the word, word, in my everyday conversation. As in, word up, oh word, say word, etc. But sometimes, it is eye-opening to think about the little things we say and do in life that have a cumulative effect on our psyche. Someone even pointed out to me how today's sermon was more generic than any given sunday. It was those life jewels that got dropped and thrown his way on the regular that mattered more than the special occasion messages.

On "Any Given Sunday" I got to play my best

The things we hear and feel cause us to speak and react in ways that are sometimes beyond our control and yet - we involuntarily allow the spirit to hit us as it sees fit. I have been feeling extremely overwhelmed with a lot of stress lately and I absolutely despise being stressed. It just doesn't fit my bones. I'm annoyed when I'm aggravated and then from there it's just a downward spiral. So I did some praying, mapped out a few resolutions in advance, and now sit here figuratively and literally cleaning up my life and throwing out a few things, dusting off a few things, and making room for a few things. However, I do wonder how much paper I will be able to throw away though. And who's to say that my winter cleaning will result in any goodwill or favor? All I know is that when all is said and done (life-wise, not this cleaning ish), I would like to be able to say that I gave it my all and put my best foot forward. Nahmean? If I can't write and cash that check, then I need to bounce, son. Word up.

Don't want to be just a commodity
-Common, Guru, Jamie Foxx, "Any Given Sunday"

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"

Ain't no chimnies in the ghetto so I won't be hanging my socks

The package sto' was closed, okay my day is ruined

i'm curious why there is a need for you to steal shrimp. is there a black market?

i'm serious about eating a little more healthier. and finding a league to ball in so these cats can be consistent with their has-been-itis.

i'm ridiculously feeling Sean Price's "Cardiac" joint. and papoose's 50 shots joint. i miss CRU and BUMS and ATCQ.

i used to be puzzled that they didn't have package stores here in the Bean. the ones with the big red circles on the outside wall and no signs, text, words, etc.

i'm stil not sure why that bothered me since it don't affect me. maybe i should get drizzed off some eggnog and yac this holiday season.

i'm closed-minded and stubborn when I really shouldn't be. i'm not sure where that came from.

i can ruin my appetite by thinking of some seriously deranged shT. somehow i manage to dream up the worst and devise preparation ideas just in case. like mental insurance or some shT.

i may have to start taking sleeping pills. it's affecting my thinking in the morning. most people i need to interact with business-wise clock out by 5.

AI needs to come to the Bean pronto. i'll keep going to the games regardless of if he comes or not though. i love this game.

This is ridiculous, I'm gettin serious, I'm gettin curious
-Outkast