Generation: 60Hz

Since I've become fairly well-versed in cyber babble, I've grown fond of sharing anything I find online that may prove useful, educational, or informative fro others as it relates to internet safety. Generation: 60Hz is a great video conveying the wide range of emotions and psychological reactions on the Interwebs. A dope piece by Riley Harmon to show to students and have them react and respond to it. And then maybe make their own.



via Current

And I'ma need a few moments just to get in ya'll ear

School em' all from the drop out to post grads
What history book you do or don't have
-Mos Def, "Breakdown"

Apparently, I haven't been blogging regularly in so long that I forgot what it looked like. As a matter of fact, I used to have some blogging peoples who I haven't been trading comments with in so long I don't even know if I still have their joints bookmarked anywhere. Alas; such is life. With a clean slate we start anew.

I want to get back into the swing of things by going face first. To hell with dipping my toe in the water. Let's get it in, shall we?

For my Boston peoples, let me break it down to you so it's broken. Mayor Menino has done a lot of good for the city. But there's a lot of progress that is noticeably absent. I am very skeptical that if voters elect him again, he wil not finish his term. I simply do not see it happening.

Call me a skeptic, cynic, o whatever. But it ain't going down, boo-boo. If Thomas M. Menino gets elected to a fifth term, he's going to somehow step down, which in turn will allow the presiding city council president to become interim mayor. Obvisouly, many moons ago before Mike Flaherty blossomed into a fully grey-heared man, that was the rumored plan.

But no....in the age of power-hoarders clutching on to their authority until you pry it from their cold hands, there is no succession planning. There is succession appointing. And my dear friends, if we are not careful, the next person to be mayor after Tom Menino will not be Flaherty or Yoon. It will be none other than...

...Rob Consalvo.

gulp.

And then I'm packing my ish up, dapping up my peoples, selling the crib, and moving my black a$$ back to my hometown, because that joker's a bama, son. Two steps forward and three thousand seven hundred and fourteen steps backwards. Don't say I didn't warn you. Yall better hope Mike Ross stay council president. Get at me.

Roxbury Community Research Advisory Board

The Roxbury Community Research Advisory Board (CRAB) has membership openings and is seeking individuals who live or work in Roxbury, Dorchester or Mattapan and are interested in helping to end health disparities and expand participation in medical research. The Roxbury CRAB is composed of residents who are working to improve community understanding of and responsiveness to community based and clinical research in the above areas and work to advise researchers. Members also provide advocacy education & training and community outreach and dissemination of information. The Roxbury CRAB is a part of the Horizon Center at UMASS Boston.

Please send bio or resume' and a short explanation of your interest by October 26, 2009 to The Nominating Committee Horizon Center Wheatley Hall, VDC Room 162 UMASS Boston 100 Morrissey Blvd. Boston, Ma. 02125 or email to highfort@juno.com for more information call 857-544-3079 617-287-5685

ropeburn

we wrote our eulogies on napkins
stained from bloodied fingers gripping
at life's drawstrings
palms chafed from struggle's rope burns
embracing such struggle so often
in this mystical
ghetto wonderland
we often forget
to get off at our stop
lazily lulling ourselves to sleep in a
hallucinogenic stupor of
despair
the choices we make never fully feasible
the regrets we forsake never fully meaningful
disciplined by character
and whipped by insecurity
we fetch our own twigs and nooses
in spite of our supposed freedom
oblivious to the living lessons learned
in our stories
skimming through its pages
much too fast to notice
we've reached the cliffhanger
and all the parachutes are on back order
so we dangle from tattered ropes
as gravity prevails