Sunday, June 21, 2009

A Father is a Father, and a Mother is a Mother

Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there, from my own father, Joseph Jenkins (AKA Mobarez Abdul), to all the other fathers out there.

I hate to be the one to do this, but I feel a strong compulsion to make the argument I am about to make. As texts and phone calls pour in from around the globe, and wellwishers using all manner of new media (Facebook, Twitter, IM, etc.) give me encouragement, praise and support, I see the occasional "Happy Father's Day also to all the single moms out there doing it by themselves." I tensed at the first text I read with this idea, but quickly relaxed and went about my business. When I logged in to my beloved Facebook, I saw many of these types of posts. It is an itch that must be scratched. I clearly have a problem with this.

First of all, a little background. My mother was a single parent for most of my childhood. Even when she remarried, it was painfully obvious that our stepfather was interested in her, but not her three children. She got very little support from him when it came to child-rearing. My paternal grandmother was also a single parent, raising five children on her own, and is, as you might expect, a very strong woman for having gone through the experience. So I believe I am not just talking about things just to be talking. So here goes...

A woman who does the mom things and the dad things with her child or children is not both mother and father. She is mother raised to another power. No matter how good she is, no matter how good a job she does, she cannot fill the void the missing father has left. My mother did a phenomenal job with us, I think. We grew up in severe poverty, but she never let us internalize that ghetto mentality. We are all self sufficient and well socialized. But as a young man, I was filled with intense anger towards my father for not being there. It took a long time to resolve. It has shaped my behavior in attitudes in ways I probably do not realize. My mother was not both mother and father. I still needed my father.

It's weird, because I know his father was not there for him. You would think he would not want the cycle to continue. But it did. For whatever reasons, he was not in my life (or in my siblings lives') the way we needed him to be, and it has left us all affected in different ways. Does this diminish the absolutely outstanding job my mom did? No. It shows just how drastically, how desperately we need fathers. How desperately we need both parents in our lives.

I remember when my father's father died, I was asking my dad, and my aunts and uncles if they were they going to the funeral. They were unanimous in their refusals. They were unanimous in their resolve. He wasn't there for them in life, why should they be compelled to be there for him in death? They still carried residual damage from his absence, all those years ago. I know my granny, and she is a tough as they come. As loving and dedicated and protective as any mother could be. But all of her grand gifts could not obliterate the need for the man of the house to actually be in the house doing the hard and inglorious work of raising his children by her side. No matter how hard she worked, how much she sacrificed, she was not both mother and father. She was mother, going above and beyond.

I have limited experience being a single parent (my wife is in graduate school in a separate state, and is gone for sometimes weeks at a time). But I don't look at the time when I am braiding my daughters' hair, helping them with their homework, cooking for them, etc. as being mommy and daddy. I'm just daddy, busting my tail. No matter how hard I work, I can never negate their need for their mother. They need us both. Fortunately, children that have both never realize how desperate this need is. Unfortunately, there are far too many children who are missing one or the other, and it is usually the father.

I fear that this tendency we have to celebrate single parents as both mother and father leads us to false conclusions. To paraphrase Jill Scott, the fact is... we need each other. We need fathers and mothers to sublimate their own needs, wants, desires and aspirations for the sake of the children. One parent is never enough, if we are honest. Can we get by on one, of course, but should we be so nonchalant about it? It needs to be much less commonplace than it is. It needs to be the exception and not the rule.

Wishing mothers a 'Happy Father's Day' subtly minimizes the father's impact on his offspring through their entire lives. It is crucial that we get men to understand how important they are to our families. Rationalizing that women can just "double up" on the responsibilities and everything will be fine is dangerous and foolish. A parent who is not a constant in a child's life is leaving a void that is shaped like that parent, and nothing can totally fill that void as if it never was. Let us recognize this.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Rule Number 1

No matter what the situation, the first rule is DON'T PANIC. Even when it is clearly time to panic, panicking is even more clearly the last thing you should be. This may seem to be a paradox, but it isn't. I'm reminded of some preacher, who when asked how much he prayed said, "I pray for two hours every morning, unless I'm really busy that day. On those days, I pray for four hours." See - the counter-intuitive thing to do is not necessarily paradoxical. Always remain calm, always keep your wits about you. As my man Ron Burgundy would say, keep your head on a swivel.

Today was a shocking day for me, because a member of my software development team announced his resignation. Our team's fate is already uncertain, because of the volatile nature of our business. I have danced on the knife's edge of whether I should cast my nets further afield, but after two years, Chattanooga is still my home. Seeing others depart is inducing a "Taking Stock" mindset. Within the last three months, three members of the team have left the company. The writing is clearly on the wall that the team as we have known it very likely shall not endure. I was joking with my colleague and friend Usha that our fate was to be like that of the musicians of the Titanic:
At last we know more about those brave fellows, the Titanic's musicians,
who in their firm belief in the power of music to avert or allay panic kept at
their appointed task until almost the last moment, if not, indeed, until the
all-engulfing wave swept over the wreck.

Yes, I can see it now... world-weary and stalwart programmers tapping out intricate harmonies of code as the world ends around us. It did not escape our notice that our current project is named TITAN. The universe is not without its sense of humor. Anyway, with all the uncertainty swirling around us, it was impossible for me to remain unpeturbed as yet another leaf fell from the tree. I really am not sure what I am supposed to be doing in this situation. I have many things to consider, many angles to look at this from. And it is incumbent on me to be strong and wise and calm. It was Mos Def who threw out this gem:

I navigate the treacherous and make it seem effortless.

Indeed. Do not panic. Do not be afraid. These are uncertain times for nearly all of us, but recall Psalms 91:7. No matter what, we are going to be alright. DO NOT PANIC.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it
shall not come nigh thee.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Powerless

My name is Jahan, and I am powerless.

Actually, I don't believe that for a minute, but I do understand the sentiment. Correction: I might believe it for a few moments out of each day, but all in all, I tend to disagree. I have tremendous power. I have great destructive power. I have the power to tear down my own reputation, my legacy, my self respect. I have the power to make or break my childrens' destinies. I have the power to elevate and uplift my wife or shatter her faith and confidence. I have the power to make you all shudder or disgust or marvel in wonder. So why then would I begin this post with...

My name is Jahan, and I am powerless.

...because I feel like there are things that need to be done that are beyond my control. I am helpless. Surely no one has total control over their fate, but this is ridiculous. My finances are screwed up, my job is a roller coaster, my children are continually challenging me, and you don't really want to hear it, do you? Can't blame you for that. Flavor Flav's got problems of his own, right? Anyway, I recognize that I am powerless in my ways, but I am not accepting it. Like an escape artist in a prison or in shackles, I am probing for a weak point that I can exploit to eventually be free. I am twisting and contorting my body and mind beyond discomfort to what I can only hope is liberation on the other side. Is life just a dream, and you wake up when you die?

Thursday, February 08, 2007

I've Been Brought Down to My Knees

I have some kind of sinus/respiratory infection, and my lord it is working me over. It started on Super Bowl Sunday, I think, and has only gotten worse. I have endured severe chills and pounding migraines, aches and pains from head to toe, moving around randomly like I was a pinball machine. Congestion, coughing, shortness of breath, where will it all end. I was thinking that this was the closest I've ever come to dying, but upon reflection, I see this as folly. But it still HOITZ pretty bad. I am so fatigued today. It's 7PM and I could easily go to bed right now... and wake up on Sunday. Goodness.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Optimism

I think that in some ways I am the most successful optimist of all: I always believed I would end up miserable, and lo, it has come to pass!

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I Should... But I Don't

I have updated my blog at least 4 times a week for the last two months -except that its only in my head. I don't have the time to get in front of the PC and get loose anymore. I'm a responsible adult now. I have clever titles and provacative content, but it just floats around in my head like chunks of corn in chowder. Hmmm... now THAT'S an analogy!

Everything is good. I am longer in Atlanta. I'm in Chattanooga, working a new job, new career, new everything. I live in an extended stay motel during the week and then drive down to ATL for the weekend, usually to spend more time getting the house ready to sell than playing with my kids, all of whom I miss dearly. During the week I work, then I go house hunting until it gets dark. Then I drive home and read, practice the piano, have a microwavable dinner, and get ready for the next day. I'm learning a lot in this new job, but is it enough? I wonder if I can do this. I'm not used to doubting myself. I've got to believe. I want to. I need to. I have to, whether its realistic or not.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Thanks for Making Me a Fighter

Today was my first day of work at my new job. It was incredible. Incredibly taxing, incredibly humbling, incredibly eye opening, and incredibly prophetic. I struggle to put it all into words. I know I have stepped up to the next level. I've got some work to do, but I know I am capable. I am so worn out I just have to crash. Gotta be fresh for the next daily grind. Gotta get more sleep in 2007.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Destroyer of Little White Balls

I was indulging in a game of golf yesterday, and the most unusual thing happened. I got my first ever Hole in One. I was on a par 3, and after gauge the wind, terrain, blah blah blah I took my swing. I swear, as soon as I connected, I called out, "That's a hole in one." And it actually became a hole in one!!! Un-freaking-believable. My wife was right there, jaw agog. I have been feeling pretty crummy the last few days, but that was just what I needed to lift my spirits. I'm sitting on top of the world! I now have 1 hole in one, 2 eagles, and several birdies. I can see why people love golf. It is a frustrating game, but has moments of being extremely rewarding. Sweeeet!

Sunday, November 19, 2006

A Mirthful Revelation

Just one off voice in an otherwise tight choir is sufficient to obliterate the harmony and throttle the joy of praise.

I was singing in the choir today, for perhaps the last time, and as usual, I was near one of my tone deaf comrades. The sound of a full choir singing in harmony is one of the most sublime things in all creation -and to be a active part of that rather than a passive listener even moreso. But all it takes is one voice out of place, either a step too high or low, and you sully the entire experience. Unfortunately, there is a guy in the tenor section who has utterly no sense of how off he constantly is. He conjures a favorite quote of my quirky stepfather: "That guy couldn't carry a tune in a wet paper bag with both ends open." And today, finally and for all time, I realized why I have to get out of this place. I need to get rid of the noise in my life. I am hearing the harmony, and I am hearing the melody, but I am also hearing the dissonance. And even though the dissonance is many times outweighed by the superlative elements, a neurotic mind like mine detects dilution in parts per million, so it doesn't take much. The one voice out of tune drowns out those that are righteous and true. And it has been driving me silently insane.

Friday, November 17, 2006

I've got some strange "friends"

Yeah, I think it is definitely time for me to raise up. I'm tired of nearly everything my life in the great ATL has to offer. I'm growing weary of teaching, weary of my home church, weary of my so-called friends. Maybe I'm just different, maybe I have some radically bizarre way of defining a friendship, but my friends interactions with me leave me feeling like an object of convenience rather than a treasured human being. I could go into the details of today's slight, but it really is irrelevant. I just pray I don't subconsciously treat others in the ways I notice I have been treated. Maybe in my next home, I will make friends that are truly worthy of such a lofty title... maybe.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Worth Less, But Not Worthless

So I'm trying to figure out what to do with my life, and I am basically left with two options. I can work for myself, or work for someone else. Neither is unpalatable, although both have their own drawbacks. While performing my due diligence, I came across franchising as an alternative means of being self employed. Whereas in a regular startup, the entrepreneur is responsible for all aspects of getting the business organized: building the brand, marketing, hiring employees, purchasing, sales, training, support, etc., a franchise takes some of the gruntwork out of it for you. Say I open a Krispy Kreme instead of a Fat J's Delicious Donuts. Because Krispy Kreme is already in the collective consciousness, it is pretty much a given that on opening day, a Krispy Kreme will draw more sales than old Fat J's. People know what to expect with one, while the other is an untried entity.

Franchisees buy more than the brand name, however. They buy a management system and philosophy that has been tried and tested, tweaked and twigged to success. An entrepreneur, even if it is not his or her first start up company, has to learn a lot of things along the way, and that can prove costly.

So I was thinking, what if I shut down Resonant IT Solutions & Consulting and purchased a franchise? I now have more business administration experience than most, seeing that my company is in its second year, is profitable, and has solid growth potential. Perhaps I would make a competent franchise owner. I thought back to my first jobs. My first real jobs was when I was 16, a tender lad in Springfield, IL. A friend of mine named Kurtis was a fry cook at Shakey's Pizza and Buffet, and he told me they were hiring. This was my junior year of high school. I interviewed, and I got hired as a busboy, clearing plates away from tables and wiping them down between customers. I recall fondly my starting salary of $3.75 and hour (at that time, the minimum wage was $3.35). I loved it. I was meeting people, especially girls my age coming in with their parents. Getting phone numbers on the sly was my first company perk. Anyway, this is not going to turn into a trip down memory lane. I remember the guy who owned the store, his name was Dale Diamond. He was a short middle aged white man of tremendous energy and intelligence. He had two or three managers who ran the day to day, and he had a few other ventures as well. Anyway, when he was there, there is nothing he wouldn't do; he was involved in ever aspect of his business. He ran the register, he served food, he even bussed tables if his busboys were overwhelmed. I thought that overall he was a pretty solid guy. His daughters also worked their, and their were the standard spoiled little rich girls you would expect to find in such a setting. Anyway, Mr. Diamond was the first entrepreneur I encountered, and made a strong impression. I went on to work for Popeye's Burger King, Encore Books, and numerous lame jobs, but I didn't have an encounter with an actually owner of capital until I worked at McDonald's in Havertown, PA. I was living in Philly at the time, right before starting my freshman year at the U of I in the fall (I graduated high school half a year early and left Illinois post haste). I had been picked up by a modelling agency (hard to believe, eh) and in between waiting for the phone to ring, I scored a Mickey D's gig that was overall, pretty satisfying. Stores in West Philly were low paying, and full of triflin' customers and coworkers, so cast my nets further afield. Havertown is out there. You have to take the El to 69th street and get on the 104 and take it until Black faces almost disappear entirely. That store was owned by a guy name John Niggeman, which of course was bastardized into 'Niggerman'. The manager's name was MaryAnn, and she was awesome. She was sharp, funny, focused, motivated and focused. Maybe she could have been the owner in a parallel universe, she certainly had the tools. John was much less impressive, and that was another education. You didn't have to be outstanding to be in business; you just needed to have capital to invest and find outstanding people to run it for you. I remember John asking some of the guys to help him move from one posh condo to another, and I was one who volunteered. I was shocked at how well he was living, whilst my family in West Philly lived two houses down from a crackhouse and my family in Illinois lived in Springfield's grungiest projects (Brandon Drive). He wasn't a bad guy, personality-wise, but there was a huge divide between us. We just came from two different worlds.

Fast forward 16 years, and there is a huge divide in my life again, only this time its between the contemporary me and the younger me. 5 years ago, I never imagined I could be my own boss. I just didn't think that way. No one in my family thought that way. I didn't think I could become wealthy unless I made a kickass rap record. But now, I am a new creature. I see things differently. And I am willing to risk much in order to gain much more.

Which brings me to the title of this entry. I came across a table of franchise opportunities, listing the name of the franchise, what it did, how much its start up cost were, and what the requirements were. See, a franchiser is not going to give any old bloke off the street a piece of his or her empire. That empire would likely crumble due to poor leadership and management. So they franchiser screens candidates very carefully. One measuring stick is net worth. You want to own a ButterBurger's? You must have a net worth of $500K and $200K of that must be liquid. You want to own a Krispy Kreme? You need a net worth of $5 million. There's a guy who owns 15 of them in 6 six states. How much do you think he's worth?

Fortunately, not all franchises have such steep requirements. But the biggest and best ones do, so unless you have a rich relative, you'd better start small. I made an inquiry into purchasing a franchise (via their website) and they first thing they did was direct me to form that asked all kinds of questions, most frightening of which was: What is your net worth? Ouch.

I honestly didn't know, so I couldn't complete the form right then and there. I didn't even know how to come up with a number. So of course, the first thing I did was go to google. I eventually wandered to this site, which was very useful. After examining my finances with dread, I have a number, and it is not as bad as I thought it would be. I won't be opening a chain of Starbucks anytime soon, but it isn't too bad. I feared it would be negative or close to zero. My friend Carlos told me last night, "You gotta start somewhere." True. Just reckoning your net worth will teach you a lot about yourself. I know it did for me. And it has giving me yet another new goal: increase my net worth.

Monday, September 25, 2006

Insomnia Sucks

I'm back. Haven't blogged in over a month, making the big push to finish my degree. I won't keep the world in suspense: I'm done. Got As in my final four classes to reach the magic number of 180 required to graduate. The end was, like many things in life, anticlimactic. I can't remember the order in which I took my finals, but I know the last one was in my Small Business Management course. It was 60 questions, and I got the hundred. I knew that even if I didn't answer a single question on the exam that I would still pass, so there was no tension at all. I just treated it like a routine act, not the culminating effort of a promise I made more than 10 years ago (to go back to school and get a degree). So when it was all said and done, there was no victory laps, no donuts in the school parking lots, no over amplified guitar solo with me setting my axe on fire. Just a quiet satisfied smile. I did it. I am now a college graduate. I am the only male in my family (on any branch I'm aware of) to have finished school. We seem to have underperformed academically, the men in my family. I'm glad to have broken that tendency. Hopefully my son will make it a tradition. I am not gonna sit here and complain about how hard it is to be a Black man in America. No, just do the thing, handle your bidness and let the people who were never going to do it anyway make excuses about why it never got done.

That being said, there's no time to rest on my laurels. I've got to keep on moving. I've got so many things I need to do that I can't afford to be patting myself on the back. I've got to decide whether to go corporate, or throw everything I have into my business and ride that wave wherever it takes me, even if that means crashing onto the shore. I'm leaning towards the latter, because I have been floating resumes since mid-August, and the perfect job has yet to present. I know it can take a while, but even though I can be a procrastinator sometimes, I'm not comfortable just twiddling my thumbs. Physics teaches that it is easier for a body to stay in motion than to start from a dead stop. So I must not stop, because entropy and inertia are a lethal combination. Or maybe I'm just impatient, neurotic and restless.

The reason this blog has such a strange title is because I haven't been a student for two full weeks, I still am keeping my 'burning the midnight oil' hours. I might need to see a doctor, because I keep ending up sitting around staring at the walls or reading or cleaning far too late into the night.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Am I?

I'm reading this book on computer consulting, and a particular passage jumped out at me very forcefully. It was regarding the differences between an employee and a consultant.

An employee has some leeway. An employee is expected to learn on the job. But a consultant is expected to come into the job ready to perform at a completely professional level. That doesn't mean consultants don't make mistakes. But it does mean that the mistakes they make are the mistakes of an extremely competent person. If you are just learning your trade, no matter how much you bill clients or what services you sell, don't expect others to conside you a 'real' consultant.
Interesting. What kinds of mistakes do I make? How often do I err? I believe I am doing well for myself as an IT professional, so this is not a self-deprecating confessional, more like a challenge to constantly improve and not get complacent. Remember, despite how much one knows, it is insignificant whencompared with what is still out there to be mastered and understood.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

I Don't Know Where to Begin

There is a blog topic I have been sitting on for over a year, and it recently slapped me in the face again about two weeks ago. I have to set this topic free, but I can't right now. I have to go to the grocery store ASAP because we are out of milk, both Skim milk and soy milk. The kids are getting dressed and ready, and I know that even with their inefficient summer routine (10 minute tasks routinely take 45 minutes when school is out), I won't have time to do the subject matter justice. So that one will have to wait for another day.

My Small Business Management course has been a revelation to me, and not all of it has been pleasant. I wish I had taken this class 2 years ago, when I first started my business and taking classes to complete my degree. I am confident in my technical skills, but this class has exposed numerous business deficiencies, some accounting-related, some marketing-related, some management-related. Ah well, life is made for learning. This week we are covering chapters 9 through 11, and ch. 9 is about managing cash flow. Yes, I definitely needed this lesson. I think I have $56 in my business account right now. It's pretty pathetic. The chapter talks about how many small businesses fail because they don't create a cash budget, and thus fail to see cash crunches before they become cash crises. I'm in the section on accounts receivables and realizes that I'm just too nice of a guy for my own good. I have a customer who has owed me over $300 for a PC I custom built for her over 18 months ago. I have not been aggressive enough in pursuing this, instead believing that people in general (and Christians in particular) will do the right thing and at least TRY to pay their bills. Okay, so I guess that makes me a cherry, full of youthful naivete. That's fine. But the age of innoncence is passing. I now have two more customers who both just passed the 60 days past due mark, and both of them attend my church. So what should I do? Not deal with fellow congregants, to avoid tension and beef? Insist on cash only? I'm not sure. But the kids are ready, so I will mull this over on the way to Walmart and Sam's Club.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

We Don't Ever Blog Anymore...

We don't even know what we were blogging about
Don't even say "I love you" no more
Cause blogging how we feel is no longer allowed

It is Week 2 of my final quarter as an undergrad. Last night I went to bed at quarter to 7, and got up at 9:20. I'm an Iron Man. I am doing my thing and I cannot be stopped. I cannot be stopped. What a frightening, fearsome thought. I am again taking 4 courses, Network Security Fundamentals, Intro to UNIX, Small Business Management, and the money maker, Senior Seminar in CIS. For this last beast, here is the course description:

This course represents the last course in the Computer Information Systems curriculum. As such it will be constituted as a Systems Project involving the development of a Database Management System and related applications. The project is to demonstrate proficiency in the major subjects taught in the curriculum.

The system project in question is left to my own choosing, as long as it meets the following criteria:

You may complete one of the two types of projects:

1) A Relational Database (not MS Access). The database must include a user friendly input screen, field error checking, mulitple reports, triggers, and data manipulation. Students will be required to submit and demonstrate code (SQL) written in support of their projects.

2) Object Oriented Program (i.e. C++, Visual Basic, JAVA...). The object oriented program must include arrays or database to store data for manipulation, user friendly input screen, field error checking, and multiple reports. Students will be to submit and demonstrate code witten in support of their projects.

All students will be required to develop and present MS Power Point along with demonstrating their programs to the entire class during the last two weeks of class. This will be explained at Mid-Term. It is mandatory that all students withness ALL presentations. If a student misses one of the last two weeks, please be prepared to lose a letter grade on your projects.

Am I supposed to be intimidated? Whuteva, man. I've already been doing this for coin and sustenance. While some of my other classmates are contemplating suicide and wishing they had majored in something less demanding, I am already past the design stage and am doing the preliminary coding. HA!! This should be a fitting capstone to an almost impeccably executed endeavor. Ooh. You can tell I'm sleep deprived, look at that cumbersome sentence! Oh well.

In other news, everything is gravy. I am doing what I have to do. I am trying to be more focused and accomplish more. We just got back from our first family vacation that didn't involve visiting relatives. We went to Disney World. First time I had ever been, likewise for the kids. The Missus had been once, but didn't get to see and do everything. I can see why. We were there about 8 days and still didn't get to do everything. And we attacked it pretty hard. I got blisters on both feet from all the miles I trekked. What a wimp! I used to have blisters when I was in the Navy, wearing those oh so stylish combat boots. That seems like an eternity ago. Anyway, I see why Disney World makes people of all ages get all wistful -the place really was incredible. The most incredible thing though, from my point of view, was not the atmosphere or ambiance or the rides and characters, it was the observation that to take full advantage of what they have to offer, you'd better be paid. Either that or be willing to empty your life savings. My wife and I chatted up a couple on the monorail, and they were staying at one of the Disney Resorts. They said that the cost to feed their family of 4 at the resort restaurant came to over 250 bucks (this was just for one meal, not even a whole day's worth of meals). Ridiculous. It immediately conjured vivid images of the most expensive restaurant I have ever visited, Ruth Chris' Steak House, where 4 adults can leave about $700 lighter in the waller than when they came in. I went their when I was doing engineering with Siemens, having dinner with some other engineers. When I opened the menu, I'm sure the stunned, slack-jawed expression on my face instead told my white colleagues, "this boy obviously ain't never been nowhere". Well, they would have been right. Anyway, Disney World, to be done right, requires some serious bank. I guess that's why I never went as a child. My mom was so incredibly poor, it was just an utter impossibility. Thank God thank she sacrificed and tried to motivate us to get beyond the projects. My soft suburban raised children would probably not survive a week in my old West Philly stomping grounds. That's a good thing. Thank God I am able to give my children things that I never receive. And hopefully, they will do the same for their children. Anyway, it was a great trip. We did Magic Kingdom, Epcot Center, Animal Kingdom, Universal Studios, Islands of Adventure, Sea World and Wet and Wild Water Park. Those kids were worn out every night. That was a great vacation. Hopefully, when I am in my grave and long gone, my child will each think of me in a quiet moment. They'll say, "I remember the time Dad took me to Disneyworld." And that memory will evoke an emotional response. Much better, by far, than "I remember when Dad got on the skateboard and Mom told him not to because she didn't wanted to end up sitting in the ER, but he just smile, and got on it anyway, and fell on that hill and broke his arm, and we all had to take him to the ER, and Mom was rolling her eyes at him they whole time." Anyway. It was very nice.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Title? We Don't Need No Stinking Title!

Finals week is drawing to an end, and with it one of the most disappointing quarters in my quest to get ed-u-ma-ca-ted. My vaunted GPA will no long be a magical, awe-inspiring, envy-inducing 4.0. I took my final in Descriptive Statistics on Tuesday, and I know my grade for the course will be a B. I got an 87, which is close to an A, but not close enough, eh?

Do you think I'm devastated? Do you think I'm so distraught that I am considering crimson handcuffs? Am I so vain that my esteem is tied to something as meaningless as a GPA? Of course not. I'm done with the thing and I'm not looking back. I doubt I will ever use the meat of that course in any future endeavors. Truth be told, I didn't deserve an A. I would have been disappointed with my University had they granted a slacker like me an A so flippantly. I really wasn't feeling the class, and on top of my myriad health issues this quarter, I just couldn't get up for such a tedious subject. I've have monster headaches for about three weeks now, because a filling I got came out, and the nerve got infected. Of course I was reluctant to go see the dentist, making matters worse, I'm sure. You know most Black people don't go until its damn near too late. By the time I went I was in bad shape, my headaches were severe, my temper was short, and my already inconsistent study habits went straight out the window. This indeed was the worst performance of my life, academically, and I still managed all A's and one B. If I had taken Statistics online, I probably would have nailed the A, but I choose to take it at the campus and actually be around other students, not knowing what challenges lay in wait for me, starting around Week 6. I had a root canal done earlier today, and as the anasthesia has worn off, the pain was worn on. I am dying. I have another final that I had to do tonight, so I need to forego my pain medication for the sake of staying conscious and lucid.

Anyway, in other news, everything is good. Of course, it isn't, but when I look at other people's situation, I wisely learn to keep my mouth shut and be glad for the skin I'm in. I'm past using the writing process to complain about my lot in life, my disobedient kids, my this, my that. If it doesn't kill you, it will make you stronger. So let's keep getting stronger, old man. I'm going to stop blogging and take this PL/SQL final and lock down this grade. Then I will medicate myself out of existence... at least for the night.

Monday, June 05, 2006

The One Eyed Man Is King In the Kingdom of the Blind

I am such a slacker. I am regressing into the way I was not long ago... so busy doing everything that I don't have time to do anything. Anything worthwhile at least. I have even forsaken my blog, one of the few things left in life that really makes me happy without demanding something in return. I am on the verge of getting a B in Descriptive Statistics, so I really can't spend too much time here. I don't deserve an A, but I am going to try and wrangle one anyway. Like Clint Eastwood told Gene Hackman before he blew him away in Unforgiven, "Deserve's got nothing to do with it." I just want to let the world know my heart's still beating and my lungs are still breathing.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

I haven't posted in 3 weeks? Verdad?

Yes I have laurels
Upon which to rest
But I have not even
Come close to my best
I have not even
Passed half of these tests
Nor have I caused this world
Nearly enough stress.

The measure of success
I must confess
Is to manifest my gifts
So that all might be blessed.

Something old, circa April 2003.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

You're a Sinner, I Don't Care

I had my midterm in Descriptive Statistics last night. I was up to my usual shenanigans -delaying studying until the last possible moment, and then once into the material realizing that this stuff will take more time to assimilate than I thought. Of course, being the last minute, there was no time for further study or clarity, and so I walked into the classroom unprepared, or at least, underprepared. C'est La'vie. I took the stinking exam and I think I did well. If I missed two questions, I'll be surprised. One is more likely. Therefore, I avert disaster once again, and pat myself on the back for my cleverness. Yes, there is none more clever and lucky than you, you fortunate bastard. I was the first one done with the exam, which always is a good sign. I'm of the "You either know it or you don't school" -which I guess works both ways. Anyway, after the exam, we went into the next chapter, and I'm struggling to keep my mouth shut while inane question follows inane question. The cool thing was the drive home. I found an old custom made CD I burned for myself a looooong time ago. It says 'Kinda Funky' on it. Ah, yes, I could use some of that right about now. James Brown, Kool and the Gang, Roger, Stevie Wonder, and Prince. I had the grand foresight to put Erotic City on this CD. When it came on, I was like Whoa! I looked at the CD deck like it had just solved for pi. I sang along with it, and I guess because I have singing in harmonic settings for the past year or so, I has able to pick up the harmonies in the song like I never was able to before. Prince really is a genius. Even his melody line was harmonic. His melody was alternated by himself singing deeply, then one of the girls, I think it was Wendy, picked it up an octave higher, and then he would come back in with a vocoder digital voice effect. When it finally broke into parts, I was in for more innovative touches. The line 'you're a sinner, I don't care' was harmonized beautifully, but rather than continue it, he dropped it in the next line back to melody with 'I just want your creamy thighs'. It was really, really good. I had never heard it like that, although it's been the same song all along. Anywho, although it's midterm week, I am feeling musical today, so that's what I'm doing. I sampled Natalie Imbruglia's "Smoke" and made it a little edgier. I could sing to this one with the right lyrics. I also remixed Joann Rosario's "Open My Eyes, Lord" , taking its Latin flavor and adding some old school hip hop, circa 1988. Sooner or later though, I'll have to get back to the books.

Friday, April 28, 2006

3 ... 2... 1... Liftoff

Actually its more like 'Letdown'. My tenure as an undergrad is drawing to a close, and I have mixed feelings about this. One the one hand, I am dying to be done with school so I can get back in the mix and do a lot of things that I just can't afford. The basement needs to be finished. I need new musical equipment. My kids need new clothes and braces and culture. I would like my oldest to play piano, my middle one to dance, and my baby boy looks like he'd make a fine drummer, judging by the way he beats up on the furniture around here. I'd like to take my wife somewhere nice for our 11th anniversary, which is coming up soon. So, although money can't buy you happiness, there are a few things it can do to enhance the lives of my family members. But on the other hand... I've got a sinking feeling that I can't describe. Perhaps I'm suffering from Senior's Malaise. Whatever it is, I feel like crap, nearly all the time. I'm still having lingering eye problems, and I am slacking my way toward graduation. For example, I'm 140 pages behind in my reading for my Religion and Philosophy course, with comparable numbers of lag in my other courses. This sucks. I've got to suck it up and focus. But I just don't feel like it anymore. I just want to sleep for a week. I've got 3 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day until I done that cap and gown. I should be happy and elated, yet I'm dissatisfied with just about every aspect of myself. Yeah, I think malaise does fit. I should stop blogging and catch up on my reading, but the reading invariably puts me to sleep. But I can't afford to sleep, cause I've got too much work to do. This is a struggle that goes nowhere. I'm spinning in futile circles, gaining no ground. I just have to weather this. I know I can't stay like this for too long.

This too, shall pass.

It has to.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

No Title (I can't even take full credit for this)

Do not care for doctrines,
do not care for dogmas,
or sects,
or churches,
or temples;

they count for little compared
with the essence of existence in each of us,
which is spirituality...

Earn that first,
acquire that,
and criticize no one,
for nearly all doctrines and creeds have some good in them

Look within
and then without
insperience life
and experience living

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Esta lloviendo

I put down the Software Engineering book because it is so dull and boring that I might easily have drifting into sleep unawares. So I switched to Spanish, and while tweaking my vocabulario, I thought of an old friend I haven't thought of in years. Her name was Sonia Hernandez, and she was in my squadron back when I was in the Navy. I was a young E4, new to the shop (I was an electrician) after spending an eternity in 'the Line'. Hernandez was this young, skinny, stoner chick who also happened to be an electrician. She was so spacy, I wondered how she made it through electrician school. I ended up taking her and some other people under my wing, trying to turn raw recruits into squared-away, top-notch sailors. Of course, this was difficult for me because I was a little bit of a slacker back then (unlike now) and I had to often push myself harder than I normally would because they were very impressionable. Anyway, Sonia was the only female among that class of sailors I tried to mold into my very image, and she's the only one I remember. She was about as un-Hispanic as you could think of -she was thoroughly a white girl, with no vestiges of her Latina heritage remaining. She only dated white guys, and one weekend, she went off and married one that she had been seeing for a while. Crazy. She was cool though. I don't know what happened to her, because I left the squadron in less than a year, but for some reason, my Spanish book made me think of her and all the crazy conversations we had while sitting on top of an aircraft in 110 degree weather. Sonia, if you're out there, I hope you are happy, still married, and have a house full of love and laughter.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

The Scourge of the Ignorant

I am struggling to control myself, but alas, I have already failed. In my Religion, Philospohy and Ethics course I have had to check some people rather forcefully for their rather backward comments on this week's current topic, "Does God exist?" Of course, the most backward and embarrassing comments are being made by Christians. Arrrrrrgh!!! My friend Jalana told me a few weeks ago, "It's the Christians that make you want to cuss." True dat. These people make themselves as individuals an Christians as a collective look pitiful, pathetic and foolish. I don't like to flash on people, but hey, a man's got to follow his convictions. I am just really sick of listening to fools spew their nonsense and just rolling my eyes and keeping quiet. So I have unleashed the beast. The requirements of the discussion (which is being conducted online in a forum setting that each class member may post to and reply to other's posts as well) are to argue for or against the existence of God using "impartial and unemotional, deliberate and considered reasoning." But of course, there was immediately a flood of "You need to trust in Jesus because the Bible says to" and "I believe and I God and I don't have to proof it. I have faith." Well shoot. That's all well and good in church on Sunday ("Giving honor to God, who is the head of my life...") but this is higher education here. Can you break out of dogma and sentimentalism for a minute, please?! This is why religion causes so much trouble in the world. Not because the religions require conflict, but because their adherents (on all sides, I'm sure) are often so simple minded and obnoxious that they react badly and any dialogue becomes a monologue. Jesus, help us. This is a crappy post. I'm just frustrated. It's 2 in the morning and I am trying to get all my work done while my kids are in the 'angelic mode'. But these crackpots are ruining what could easily be the most stimulating course I've had in years.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

So Gone

After a long and bizzarre tenure, I have left the choir at my church. It was a weird experience. I'm rather disappointed at myself for not being able to come up with a better adjective, being a writer and all, but weird will just have to do. It was weird. The experience taught me a lot about myself, organized religion, Christians, leadership, performing, hypocrisy, excellence, mediocrity, commitment, beauty, improvising and worship. I have been privileged to sing alongside some truly excellent singers, like Donnie McClurkin. It's all good. I wanted to maintain a separate blog only for choir related ruminations, but that fizzled. I can't keep up with one blog, how was I going to handle two?

Anyway, I'm out, liberated, free. Free to drown myself in this big push I've already explained. I need the extra time in my schedule, and despite what people say, something had to give, and that something was the choir. What do I have in my life? I have my family, my education, and my business, which is coming along quite nicely. Which of these can I forsake for the sake of the choir? Exactly. People have said, "But it's for the Lord." Well, the Lord can hear me singing in my office, or in the shower, or walking down an aisle at Walmart. Definitely in the car. If the Lord wants to hear me sing, He won't have to look too far. I love when people try to spiritualize things. No, the Lord did not descend from heaven and tell me to leave. Nor did he send a heavenly host, burning bush, or terrifying dream. He gave me a mind, and the ability to evaluate, and the strength to make decisions and live with the consequences. So enough is enough. I didn't join because God said, "Get thou thee into yea choir, and make a joyful noise unto me!" I joined because the music pastor at the time, Terrell Taylor, said that the choir needed 'a few good men', and that any men who could sing should come out. It was sadly obviously, with 17 women and two guys that the men needed some help. So I stepped in to help. No fasting, no praying, no vision quest. I must be the worst Christian EVER!

As a youth I sang in church choirs in Danville and Springfield. I sang in chorus in junior high and high school. We won state competitions at both levels. I sang in the Navy choir. I was even the director of the Navy choir at one point, but I got demoted for not being 'gung-ho enough' -what can I say. I have a decent musical background, I knew I could be an asset, so I became an asset. And it was weird. I saw up close and personal how people could be so petty and carnal over who gets to hold the microphone. I saw up close and personal how people could get free of their misery and bondage through praise and worship. I met kind and wonderful people and petulant divas that made me want to wretch.

I guess you could say I saw it all,
But now I see no more.

And I'm cool with that.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Let's Roll, Fat Boy!!

Ha Ha. Cinnabon and Garcia's Pizza and Grandma's cookies and Lizard Blizzard have had the last laugh. I devoured them them in battle, yet they still have won the war. I'm overweight. I have higher than healthy levels of cholesterol. My body is breaking down. And I've done it to myself.

Since I has a youth, I was ultra lean and skinny. My momma used to call me 'pencil-butt' because I was so narrow. I always favored the streamlined, rippled physique of Bruce Lee rather than the intimidating bulk of a Ah-nold. And boy I could eat! I could eat as much as I wanted and never gain an ounce. Beware the young son or nephew whose favorite phrase seems to be, "Are you gonna finish that?" I was always skinny, and I thought I always would be.

I wrestled all four years in high school. I wrestled at the 112 lb. weight class as a Freshman, 126 as a Sophomore, 140 as a Junior, and 145 as a Senior. (Reminiscing on all the enemies conquered and subdued bring a smile to my lips, but I must not digress!)

Many years and calories later, my metabolism has betrayed me. I know all young men labor under the illusion of their own invincibility, but man. When the reality hit me, I refused to believe it. Now, I weigh 231 lbs. That's more than I ever imagined myself weighing. I remember in the Navy my weight had crept up to 180, and I was like, I'll never hit 200. Ever. Yah, right.

I have been in consistently poor healthy for the last 4 months. I know I need to make some changes on my end, or I am going to cut my life short and even the years I have left will be full of waiting rooms, tests, and bad news, instead of music, love and laughter. And so, my wife and I have taken the plunge, and we are going to do the easiest and hardest thing it is for human beings to do. We are going to change. We are going to change our eating habits and our fitness habits. We actually started last Tuesday, and we are both seeing positive results. I am going to lose this weight. This isn't me. People meeting me now for the first time are probably like, "What a jolly fat man!" That's dead. This guy is going to amaze and astound yet again. I guarantee it, like my name was Joe Namath. I post this declaration on my blog so that the world might know, and see, and perhaps draw inspiration. There are a lot of overweght people in this country, but if I can do it, it might encourage others to do it as well. Take the journey with me.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Once More, to the Breach

Final Exams are upon me. I believe I am sitting pretty after a very tough quarter. I had

  • CIS 267 - Visual Basic Programming
  • CIS 415 - Systems Analysis and Design
  • HUM 300 - History and Methods of Science
  • POL 300 - Contemporary International Problems


This was a tough quarter, but barring catastrophe, I should earn A averages in all of them. If I can just get through these finals. Oh, and depending on what I get on the research paper for POL 300. I meant to blog that. I meant to title it: 'Oh, the Irony'. But I've been too busy to blog.

So what's the great irony? Well, as anyone who knows me can attest, I have the notoriously bad habit of writing my papers at the last minute. I've done it for years -decades even (geesh I'm getting old). What keeps me still doing it is the magnificent success I've enjoyed. I can't remember not getting an A on a better. I cannot recall not being the best writer in a class. What others couldn't posit in a month of rough drafts, I usually key into in my only draft. But this time, I made the effort to buck the trend. I actually started on the paper several days in advance. And when I finished it, I was not impressed. Ever since my old roommate Sheldon came up with his famous dictum ("If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with BS!") I've made it a guiding principle of my writing. However, this paper left me wanting. I know good writing and great writing when I read it, and this... just left me unimpressed. Figure that! That is the LAST (and probably first) time I EVER do things the conventional way. When I feel that impending deadline, the juices start flowing and like the Lord God Almighty creating the ordered universe out of the chaotic void, I fabricate masterpieces out of fragmented and often contradictory thoughts. I turned that paper in 8 days ago, and have not received the grade. What if I don't get an A on it? The one time I try to do things the way they supposedly ought to be done, what if it bites me on the rear. That would be the ultimate irony.

Anyway, I have to take some exams, so I need to study rather than blog. I am soooo ready to matriculate, Lord! And this next term might be the toughest one yet. I am tentatively taking


  • CIS 305 - PL-SQL
  • CIS 421 - Software Engineering
  • MAT 300 - Statistics
  • HUM 400 - Philosophy and World Religions


Plus I'm supposed to teach myself enough Spanish to pass the CLEP. This is going to be one wild, crazy ride.

Friday, March 03, 2006

You Underestimate My Power!!!!

--That's what that buster, Anakin Skywalker, said to Obi Wan just before Master Kenobi dropped the hammer in what is probably the most stunning sequence in all of cinema history, and sliced and diced Anakin out of both legs and an arm. I don't know why crazy thoughts like that pop into my head at random, but they do, and leave me without much room to segue. I guess I am feeling a tad giddy because not only did the 76ers win tonight (with Iverson torching the Wizards for 47 and 12), but I coded my own web browser today. Not any old ordinary application, but my own iteration of the KILLER app of all time. I doubt any program is as used as the web browser (save the OS, and they don't count). Think of it... Internet Explorer, Netscape Navigator, Mozilla Firefox, and (drum roll, please!) the DiMWiT. That's my tentative name for it. The name that popped in my head initially was too long, so I shortened it. I thought, "Data Miner, Waste of Timer" -hinting at the profound dual nature of the Internet. People use it to increase their knowledge immensely, but people also use it to dumb themselves down. DMWT. DiMWiT. I know its corny, but that's my baby. She's very primitive right now. She has no back button or Favorites or anything fancy. Just an url bar, a Go button, and the content viewer. It's so freaking SWEEEEEEEEEEET though. Ha ha. The simple pleasures. This wan't even for class. This is just me being curious and nerdy. I am composing this post in the browser RIGHT NOW!!!! And it's Midnight on the dot, so that's a good place to stop. I've got schoolwork for the week to finish (and in some cases, start).

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Libation for Octavia Butler

I can't believe you're gone.

Who will carry on your legacy?

...

This is a short, sufficiently atmospheric elegy for Octavia.



Those who sow in tears...

shall reap in joy.

I haven't written in a while, and for the usual reasons. But I have wanted to. I've got tons of new blogging material. Alas, it's 2 AM and I know there is no way in the world I can sustain my energy to spill it all out. I am learning Flash -it's about time! I've had this software for over a year. I learned Fireworks and just went from there. I jumped back into programming and let my design expertise idle. But no longer. Macromedia Flash is one of the most powerful pieces of software I have ever used. It's up there with Visual Studio.NET and Sony Acid. Man. I feel so empowered, and I still have yet to finish all the training modules. I have been learning elementary particle physics in my History and Methods of Science course. I'm pleased that much of it I had a more than a passing knowledge of. Some of the theories that are considered the leading modes of thought leave me unimpressed, but I must admit I'm very impressed with what they have been able to observe in such a short time. I still think that science, on the big questions, requires as much faith as any religion does. Maybe someone will come up with a unified field theory for science and pseudo-science, for religion and pseudo-religion. If TOE's (theories of everything) can be applied to universal forces like gravity and electromagnetism and the strong force which holds together the atom, then surely all these thought paradigms can be yoked to the one truth -if we can ever figure out what that one truth is and prove it. I have written some new lyrics to a song I wrote music to a month ago. I called the song Caravan, initially, because it had a travelling vibe to it, but I will have to rename it now. It's jazzy, but it's gospel. I am too tired to post the lyrics for critique. Maybe I can steal some time to write tomorrow. Peace, world.

Monday, February 20, 2006

The Worse, the Better

That is a quote from Lenin. The idea behind it is that the harsher the conditions get for an oppressed people, the more likely they are to get fed up and strike back. I can see that. The idea can be extended to say that you can provoke an oppressor into helping you mobilize the people you wish to liberate, for in the short term, you bring great hardship and suffering upon them, but in the long run, you will forge the desire to be free in them that would not be there if they are pacified and in relative comfort. Stunning. I should have been a political scientist. I am doing my reading for my POL 300 class, and it just got me thinking. Ah well. Back to the books.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Being in ministry means...

never having to say, "You know that sermon I preached last week? Well, throw that out, it was wrong. My bad."

If you are wondering what brought this on, I'll have to tell you about it later. I'm still doing midterms. Plus, my last post was so long, I could really go for a little brevity.

Happily Addicted, Happily Afflicted

Last month, Electronic Gaming Monthly, in celebration of its 200th issue, released its list of the 200 Greatest Videogames of All Time. I have always loved videogames, and I have always loved lists. When the American Film Institute came out with their list of the 100 Greatest Movies of All Time, I had check it out. That list led me to rent Casablanca, which I must agree, is a pretty great movie. One of my favorite books in my library (and if you knew the size of my library, you'd know that was quite an honor) is a work by Irving Chernev called "The Golden Dozen: The Twelve Greatest Chess Players of All Time". It not only lists the great masters, but gives the notations for at least 10 of each one's finest games. It confirmed my belief that the man I have patterned my own style of play after (although I fear I am far too aggressive for his tastes) was the greatest of all time. His name? Jose Raoul Capablanca, a GENIUS if I ever saw one. I have studied a few of the masters (not all, at least not yet) and Capa's style is so lucid and clear and elegant and unstoppable --Man!!

But I am here to talk about videogames, so I must end my digression. I remember EGM's 150th issue (over 4 years ago) where they put out a list of the top 100. Super Metroid took the top honors, and number 2 was Tetris. I must say, I had no problem with that. SuperMetroid was (and still is) the most atmospheric game of all time. The music, the visuals, the layout, the story, the ending -every aspect was superb. And this game was from an earlier era, before all the fancy graphics and professional voices actors videogames employ today. If you haven't played (and beaten) Super Metroid, I pity your soul!! And as for Tetris, what else needs to be said? It is an awesome game, a game even nongamers could pick up and embrace. It wasn't the first game I ever mastered (that would probably be either Space Invaders or Asteroids), but by the time Tetris came along, Nintendo had created Nintendo Power magazine to unify the Nintendo nation. If you posted a high score, you could take a picture of the TV screen and send it in, and they would publish the highest ones. Some people would videotape themselves playing through a game (I remember doing this for Kid Icarus and for Super Contra) as indisputable proof of their skills. Well, with Tetris, I routinely posted scores among the highest in the nation. This did a wonderful thing for me -it made me feel invincible. As a young loner and social misfit, it was good to excel at something! I knew that anyone I played against in Tetris would lose, and that boosted my confidence and self esteem. I couldn't dance (still can't), didn't wear nice clothes, wasn't popular, didn't excel in school, and was generally persona non grata in junior high and high school, but I was all-world when it came to Tetris. That was something that got me through. When Street Fighter came out, it was the same story. The only person I ever played who could hold me was my brother. His character was Guile, and mine was Ryu, the brooding loner. I found myself relating to Ryu because in the ending, after he wins the tournament, he doesn't even show up for the ceremony to be celebrated. I can totally relate! Actually, now that I think about it, my favorite character was actually Chun Li, a teenage girl. But she lacked the power of her male counterparts, and so against strong competition, I would switch to Ryu. Going from place to place and beating all comers gave me a sense of self worth I didn't know I was lacking. So much for videogames being a waste of time.

Videogames have helped me develop the one trait that my wife can't stand, but probably would hate even more if I didn't have it: stubborness. Those old school games, man, they were tough. A game like Ninja Gaiden, you fought all the way through that game and you got manhandled by the boss, you started over. Period. There were no savepoints right outside his door! There were no unlimited continues! It was hard. These gamers of today are spoiled. I would play those old games and be frustrated when I got to places I couldn't get pass, but I would dig in and just keep attacking. You got 3 continues in Ninja Gaiden, and if you weren't good enough to make it to at least the fourth level without using a single one, you were setting yourself up to get your feelings hurt. So you had to have your stuff together. Your stuff had to be tight. And if it wasn't, you died. Period. And most likely, those sadistic programmers who designed the game would have someone on the screen taunting you. Ah, the memories. The point is, I took those experiences of being repeatedly denied and coming back until I was victorious and applied it to other areas of life. I am the kind of person who will do something 10, 20, 50, 100 times until I get it to work. Most people don't have the patience for that. I say, the probably never played Rygar or Blaster Master.

On top of the new list sits Super Mario Brothers. Ah, the memories. This is the game that really birthed the gaming industry. not Pac-Man, not Donkey Kong, not Pong. Super Mario ruled the arcade and the living room. I still have an original NES with some guys. I have my Super NES hooked up in the living room at this moment. I am truly devoted to gaming, even if I don't have the time to spend on it like I did in my youth. But the cool thing is, looking over the list, seeing games jump out at me like photos from an old yearbook, evoking sweet memories -like Robotron 2084, a game that actually brought my father and I (briefly) closer. He loved that game, and so did I. I remember him taking me down to 40th Street when I would go out to Philly to see him in the summer. He would get about 10 dollars and convert it to quarters, and I would look at the mountain of silver in his hands and think, "Wow, my dad is the richest man in the world!!!" He would give me and my brother a generous amount of quarters, and we would have a blast. I would go against him and get massacre'd every time, and I loved it. My dad NEVER, EVER "let" me win. How was that going to make me a man? Does this cruel world give you any breaks? Hey, I think he was on to something. I love you, Dad. I'm digressing. I'm like Kafka today. This is a huge post!! Man.

Anyway, seeing games of pleasure past got me all nostalgic, and I have been going back through the ones on the list the I still have. I beat Super Mario Bros. and SMB 2 within the last two weeks. My 3 three children watched most of my sessions, and were in awe. I let them play, and they died repeatedly. I told y'all the old school was no joke!! You gotsta BRING IT!! It was very cool to relive history, find hidden stuff buried in my mind, be reminded of how simple and enjoyable life can be. Sometimes, when I slow down for a minute, I actually feel like I've got it made. I can find joy in the little things. Finding Kuribo's shoe, or the Raccoon Tail, or a First Place Killer can bring a smile to my lips. Who knew.

Friday, January 27, 2006

It's My Anniversary!

I have had my own website for exactly one year!!! How thrilling! I have gone from setting up my own personal and business sites to maiking sites for others. How cool is that? I remember when I first started doing this, it was like I stumbled onto some new drug. I could put up whatever I wanted, and within seconds, the whole world could see it. Wicked!

I haven't written in a bit, but with good cause. I've been both sick, and busy. But I think I am recovering from both, and so, here I am, killing a few minutes before I have to pick up my baby from school. What have I been up to? Well, for starters, I've been developing a great affection for Visual Basic.NET. I never thought I would ever want to be a programmer ("Too meticulous and detail oriented!" I often protested, which makes sense for a guy who is constantly losing his cell phone, his wallet, his keys, his laptop, his mind...), but I am actually very comfortable with it now. Comfortable (?!) This is my 5th or sixth language now, let me see. I learned Basic and Pascal back in the day (10 Print "YOU RULE"; 20 GOTO 10 ) but I can't count those, since they have no practical use these days. So let's begin again: Java, C/C++, PHP, Visual Basic.NET, and some of the lesser languages like SQL, PL/SQL, HTML, XML, Javascript, and Perl. I CAN DO THIS!! When I graduate this summer, should I jump back into corporate America, I feel capable of stepping into any IT modality with ease!! Woo hoo!

Aside from enjoying coding (and setting my inner geek free) I have been writing more new music. I have written some original pieces (where I play every instrument) as well as sampling older stuff and combining it with other elements and turning it into something modern and funky. -Hey, Puffy has made millions doing it. Matter of fact, I need to put together a list of songs that need to be reduxed. I has listening to the SOS band the other day, and I can't believe no one has messed with "Weekend Girl". That song is tight, even after all these years. Of course, Mariah Carey sampled "Tell Me (If You Still Care)" from them for the remix of "Always Be My Baby", which I loved, and Jay-Z and Foxy Brown ripped "Just Be Good to Me" for some lame song, which I hated. My latest sampled piece is not very old at all. It is taken from Amerie's first single, "Why Do We Fall In Love", which came out in 2002, but I must have missed. I heard her latest song, "1 Thing" and liked both her vocals and the totally un-formulaic music behind it, so I decided to see what else the child had done. "Why Don't We" uses a sample of a song I can't place, speeds it up and adds some funky drums. What I have done is add some really nice little touches to what is already a nice piece, and VOILA! I'm in love. I'm playing it all the time to the point that my wife is sick of hearing it. Oh, it's time to bounce. Funny... I have the feeling I was just getting started. I need to write a little more often.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Always Will

Neither of us
seems inclined to change

Neither of us
is likely to bend

Both of us
are stubborn old fools

Neither of us
will let it end

I guess I can live with that.

Too many people nowadays
are quick to throw in the towel

Too many people
are more concerned
with their happiness and not their vows

Things done in haste
Cannot easily be undone.

That's what I love about us -
We'd rather be miserable together
Than happy alone.

That's not quite right, of course
But after an argument
and harsh words and raised voices,
and over a drink or two
in a reflective mood
in a quiet house,
it seems almost fitting.

We love each other,
through thick and thin
for better and worse
for rich and for poor

And we always will.


--Written 1/22/06 after an argument over my infuriating deficiencies as a husband.

Friday, January 13, 2006

On Fire

Ever since I bought Sony Acid Music Studio, my creative output has surged. I have been writing new material like the glory days in my old group Hosanna had returned. This new music can be placed into 3 categories: original music where I create every sound (drums, keys, guitars, bass, horns, strings, etc.), remixes of songs others have made, some being mixed and spliced with other songs, and then there are the concoctions made using an eclectic approach and some of the sound libraries Acid provides. These sound libraries are astonishing for their breadth and variety. Being a lover of nearly all styles of music, I really appreciate the ability to mix jazz with country, or folk with hip hop. It is so wonderfully liberating to just enjoy creating music again. I went through years of drought, producing nothing, because inspiration had forsaken me. Now though, the muse has returned. I'm feeling positively prolific!

Thursday, January 12, 2006

To Compromise a Principle is to Abandon It

I am becoming increasingly sensitive to a lot of incorrect doctrine and dogma that is a part of modern American Christianity. Instead of blogging about my toothache or my bills, I would like to get some things out in the open.

I keep hearing variations on a theme that I might have accepted a few years ago without question, but now, as a more mature and discerning man, I blanch at immediately. Here it goes: “America is a Christian nation” or “America was founded on Christian principles” or something to that effect.

After pondering this in solitude for a while, and doing some research for a while after that, I have to say that I don’t believe this to be true. My inner Black man says, “Duh!!” -after all, if America started out as a Christian nation, and all these fools are looking backward to the glory days of the past, then hey, I should just find the nearest landowning Southerner and offer to be his slave. Slavery was legal and encouraged at America’s founding. And for the squeamish, you don’t even want to know the intimate details of what it took to turn free peoples into slaves. My inner Black man says that simply on the fact of the most brutal form of slavery the planet has ever known, America was not a Christian nation circa 1776. But apologetics will excuse the barbaric behavior of church attending, Father Son and Holy Ghost worshipping, slave raping and murdering Christians, and say that they were an anomaly. But what about old Thomas Jefferson, who had Sally Hemmings (and who knows how many more like her)? No, if I am going to make my case, I have to take it off racial grounds, because the good Christian Americans of the day can’t be faulted for their treatment of the Africans and Indians, after all, these nonwhites had no souls. So let me change my approach.

What are Christian principles? I’ve been a Christian for about 25 years, and this is something I actually had to think about. I would say that the fundamental Christian principle is to love one’s neighbor as you would love yourself. Other Christian principles are turning the other cheek, being honest, loving nothing more than God, taking care of those less fortunate. Anybody disagree with that?

Okay, so I’m looking at American history, and I am struggling to see cohesive and consistent application of these supposedly obvious Christian principles. I see land grabbing and greed, I see exploitation, I see genocide and slavery. I see oppression and arrogance. I see hypocrisy and hate. I see the name of God used to justify killing women and children like this was the Old Testament. I don’t recall God anointing America the new Israel. I am looking through a few of my history books, and I don’t see how anyone could honestly claim that America started out on Christian principles unless they are either ignorant, or propagandists. I’d prefer to think they were merely ignorant, rather than willfully distorting facts to push an agenda. I need someone to name a Christian principle that America has not been in violation of since its inception –because I can’t think of any. I think of the Compromises of 1820 and 1850, Dred Scott, Reconstruction, and … it’s quite distasteful. If America was founded on Christian principles, then Christianity has different meanings to different people, and all the meanings can’t be correct. I can’t believe this is something people are debating. What is there to debate? Invoking God’s name here and there makes neither man nor nation state righteous or holy. But you shall know them by their fruits.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Sick, For Real

I'm in an unusually irritable state. I am cranky, crabby, mean, surly -whatever you want to call it. In other words, this is a perfect writing mentality, in the same way people look out the window on say, "This is a perfect day for gardening!"

I favor writing in bad moods over happy moods because only in bad moods can you really surprise yourself. Bad moods draw on deeply buried, often primal impulses and feelings, and because our primitive mind can be so feral, we try to dissociate ourselves from it. But try as we might, we cannot completely suppress it.

Writing in bad moods also has the virtue of being therapeutic and cleansing. Sometimes you can write yourself out of a bad mood, even if your writing doesn't address the feelings or circumstances that brought you to that mindstate. That's not bad at all. You can't keep stuff inside for too long, it'll kill you.

So what has me in this mood? I can't really say. I can say that the fact that I've had a cold for going on 5 weeks isn't helping. Oh, and did I mention my in-laws are still here? I actually love them very much and get along with them very well. But they are people, and all people have issues. I am witnessing their issues play out in addition to my own and those of my wife and kids. Yes, even kids can have issues. My two year old's issue right now is taking unscheduled "bulk dumps" [a old IT phrase usually referring to memory, but also applicable here] instead of going to the bathroom like a big boy. I knew coming in that boys were slower and more difficult to train, but jeesh! But see, I have written about it, and now, don't I feel better about it?

No, not really.

I still need to change his stinky behind.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

You Haven't Heard/Seen/Experienced Nothing Yet

Happy New Year to all. Yes, I know my post's title is grammatically incorrect, but who cares. All who know me (or think they know me) are about to be blown away by what I do this year. I am going to set this piece on fire. I am in a zone, a groove, a rhythm, a mindset, a mentality, an abstract place that overflows into the concrete and material. 2006, Year of the Fox.

I feel so
blissfully blessed,
ecstatically elated,
joyously jubliant,
to be alive,
to be free,
to be me!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Change is Gonna Come

My blogs are getting boring. I am feeling the same things from day to day. I am tired of writing about them. I wrote a new song today, and I feel the giddiness, the sheer exhilirating delight that I have felt many times, but never EVER get tired of feeling. I have already tried to put it into words here, but words always fail me. As important and powerful as I know words to be, I know that they are inadequate in all too many situations. As far as what I'm feeling, words cannot express. So I may have to take a break from blogging my personal life for a hot minute. I think I will focus on my Christianity blog.

I'm listening to my new baby (I have named her, "Sexy") as I've been typing, and I...

see what I mean.

Life is Good.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

In a nutshell...

pith·y (pth)
adj. pith·i·er, pith·i·est
1. Precisely meaningful; forceful and brief: a pithy comment.
2. Consisting of or resembling pith.

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/pithy

"A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts."
~William Strunk, Jr., The Elements of Style, 1918

"Good things, when short, are twice as good."
~Baltasar Gracian, The Art of Worldly Wisdom


The muse was upon me. I got the idea for a poem. I sat, grabbed a pen and parchment, and proceeded to write. I regard my concoction with affection and scorn. It was too long. What was I really trying to say? So I whittled it away, and this is what I came up with.

You try
You fail.

I try
I prevail.

You try
You fail
You moan
and wail.

I try
I fail
I regroup
And travail
I assail
until
I
prevail.