March 2005 Archives

The neo-soul sistas radio blog << click there. And a poll to vote for your favorite...

I was lurking on OkayPlayer and came across this discussion, so I figured I'd share. Oh yeah, and I do need some musical inspiration, so holla!

I gotta record this to process this, I don't know how to feel about this. yet.

sadat_x: yo, I need you to do me a favor
me: what's that?
sadat_x: I need you to hook me up with a booty call
me: GTFOH. HAHAHAHA - c'mon now - I ain't going there, again.
sadat_x: I'm serious. All jokes aside. And I think you should. Here's why...

ok, now before I enter tangent-land with sadat_x, y'all need some background info. sadat_x is the reason I moved to Atlanta. sadat_x is the very first brotha I can honestly say I really loved, who loved me equally in return. sadat_x and I broke up, brutally. sadat_x has had commitment issues ever since we broke up. And sadat_x & I started dating, when he was 16, and I was 22.

I SWEAR I didn't know that at the time. He told me he was 19, and what - it's not like you card folks when they try to get at you. Well, back then you didn't.

ok, I've been nappy for a sec now, and y'all probably want to know what nappy ole me looks like, right?

I wish I'd blogged more about the journey, but I'll try to regale you with stories. Yes, I have a love-hate relationship with my napps hair - all women, str8 or nappy, do. More on this later.

Oh, and thanks to Elle for the inspiration. And yes, I hope she goes for it ;-)

I'm amazed by my body's ability to grow things that don't belong in it.

I just spent an additional 5 hours at the hospital, getting more blood work, and having additional x-rays and another ultrasound. The verdict: the GB is iced out, and apparently the bling isn't agreeing with me. Too many gallstones to treat with non-operative procedures - the chance for reoccurance would be great. And apparently, my body can't pass the stones, which is why I was in so much pain. So, the GB has got to go.

I'm having a laparoscopic cholecystectomy to remove the offensive GB. See diagram below:

Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.

1. springtime in the south = beautiful weather


2. I try to enjoy it, but come down with (what I think) is the worst case of indigestion I've ever had.


3. 36 hours, and several Tums/Pepto Bismol cocktails later, my chest still hurts. Thinking it's gotta be heart-related, and keeping my promise to ej - I head to the ER.


4. 5PM Saturday:: waiting patiently in Piedmont Hospital's ER, I'm comforted by the fact that I'm not on a heart monitor, which means it's not a cardiac problem.


5. 2AM Sunday:: I finally find out it's gallstones, and I need to have surgery - later this week that is (gotta get rid of the cold I caught waiting in the frigid ER). Great.


6. 3AM Sunday:: Oxycodone is a good thing.


7. 10AM Sunday:: too much of a good thing?...the oxycodone is making me too nauseous & dizzy to stay awake. And I have to figure out a way to live with the chest pains & work until the actual surgery...oh well. the chaos helps me out around the crib & with hammy in the meantime.


8. 3PM Sunday:: Motrin is as good a thing as I can handle right now.


9. Note: having gallstones is a lil like having a gastric bypass. I can only eat/drink a tiny bit of anything (non-fatty, non-greasy, non-spicy foods), without making myself really sick. Hm...suddenly God is Trying to Tell You Sumthin' is running through my head.


10. 4PM:: dyeing eggs with Hammy - whose favorite egg color appears to be chocolate (well, he just likes putting the eggs in all the egg colors). Like mother...


11. Easter Sunday started off sunny & warm, and ends rainy & cold. The analogy in my head: Christ rises, takes a look at the state of the world, and weeps, uncontrollably. Comforting thought of the day, rain or no rain - He IS.


12. A smidge of ham, lite (sans butter) mac&cheese, collards, yams & cornbread chaser, with a side of Motrin - and by 8pm I'm unconscious.

I have to acknowledge this because we've been out of touch lately, and I know exactly where this lesson came from.

SO: the Vixen & I almost had it out.

I guess I need to 'splain - the Vixen is a friend of mine that I work with. I started calling her that, because her persona is of a clever-like-a-fox, sex kitten (sorta) and more importantly because it alluded to some skankness I believed is in her past. Well, believe rather, but I'm trying to be magnanimous.

After many transgressions, real & perceived, I'd built in my head a pretty good case against the Vixen. Our varied backgrounds, our varied upbringing, our varied responses to certain situations, our varied perspectives on life, love, morals, values, etc. I'd accepted the fact that although the Vixen & I could be coworkers, and I could be her friend, I'd never trust her enough to be mine. I thought she was phony, and I saw right through her. I ranted about it once, but...

First though: the jump-off. We were supposed to take a trip to South Beach together, but she took a brownie detour first. Lacking motivation & time to grocery shop, I delayed my trip. So I called her to give her a S. Beach salad dressing recipe. That. included. Mayonnaise. Ok, I know - but mayo is allowed. Antyhoo...

A XX-minute diatribe from the Vixen on the evils of Mayo followed. It felt like 2 days, primarily because I anticipated it. At the end of the convo, I was Done and made sure I let the Vixen know that I would henceforth keep my thoughts to myself. <Unappreciative a$$>

A meme all about me- from EJ

OK, who cares, right? Here saga goes with them LV words again...Well, the guilty now know where the blog is, and access it enough so that feelings will get involved. So I'm (again) considering the reason for the blog, as well as feeling the need to explain, to anyone who happens upon this, my blogger's credo.

I first thought about this when I came upon Prime's thoughts on the matter. The idea that I'm creating an online persona never crossed my mind when I started blogging a few years ago. And it's only lately, since I know people are paying attention that I even gave it any thought, 'Specially people at work, but that's an entirely different duck.

I vowed to blog the truth, the whole truth, and nuttin but the truth, KWIM. Well, only as much of the truth that was worth sharing (y'all ain't really trying to know e'erything). Just enough to keep it interesting, and not intentionally omit shyt that may make me, (or someone else) look bad.

See, to me blogging is sorta like writing. I do it to breath, to make sense out of things that make little sense. I vent, I rant, I cry and I share joy. I can't worry much about those feelings I mentioned earlier. That would kill my freedom, and after all - sans everything else, that's all we really own - our freedom (well, and love, but again - another duck). Someone is bound to get bent about something I write, and the only advice I can offer is this - if I'm lying, I can understand your getting pissy. But if I'm sharing the whole truth? C'mon man - try not to take it personal. I'm a "journalist"...lol.

Hence, the Credo: Blog the truth, and damn the liar. And the truth is the story. The goal is to tell it the way it's supposed to be told, not the way it makes anyone look, or anyone feel and not to worry about the consequences. They'll work themselves out.

Feel free to call me on my shyt, too. Seriously. Now that I've put my intentions out there, if you can't call me on it, who can?

so, I'm sitting in my breakroom, listening to my coworkers lament the latest round of promotions as we watch highly paid consultants play ping-pong. Or no-promotions in this case. Along with no-raises. And the whole time they're talking about "The Man" sticking it to them, I'm thinking: "actually, it's probably not the man. The price of pig futures probably rose in Thailand, and that's why we didn't get raises...".

This is your brain on Globalization.

If you haven't noticed, the game has changed, y'all. And this book outlines exactly how it has changed, and continues to change. And. It. Will. Continue. To. Change.

I could give you a standard synopsis - but hell, that's what Google is for. And for those of you that don't have the time to even Google, Thomas L. Friedman himself has a website with a synopsis.

So, instead: why should you care? Because your boss cares. Your CEO cares. The board of directors of your company cares, and your Senator, Congressman, Governor and President care. Because rising pig futures in Thailand means that Indians have to pay more for pork, means that they have to figure out how to make more money, and they decide to write Java code (or study accounting, or get into Marketing/Customer relatons management) and your company decides they'd like to just try outsourcing and see if it works for them. Just. This. Once. Then, suddenly - projects dry up, and your company's getting stingy with raises. Or laying off. Etc. Etc.

Sound remotely familiar? Ok bad analogy, but you get the idea. The game has changed, it will never be the same, so it's time to learn the new rules. Rule#1: Capitalism rules everything around me, CREAM - open your markets (dollar, dollar bill y'all.) Lame hip-hop reference, but valid. It means that the more the world (that is, the group of individual countries and companies in the world) aligns itself with market-based capitalism, the more the world truly turns into a global marketplace, the more most companies have to compete on a global scale, the leaner, more profitable, more efficient and cost effective these individual countries and companies have to be.

For you, it means that you can succumb to the whims of the "Electronic Herd", and continue to plod along, uninformed and complain about your Employer's BS reasons for changing policies and sticking it to the little guy - you. Or, you can (as a fellow MBA student so succinctly put it) accept that - globalization happens; downsizing happens; reorganization happens - and plan accordingly. That's what my MBA game is all about - becoming that highly paid consultant that's a leaner, meaner, more profitable employee for accepting just that. Offering my employer a more enticing Cost-Benefit ratio. Or getting the hell on. And I'll get to play ping-pong either way.

Now, I'm brand new to the game. But when I hear rumors now about the restructuring of my compensation package, layoffs or a divisional reorganization, I think: I see the Herd, people. If you still think I'm trippin' - Read on...and let me know what YOU think.

Bakers Dozen c/o KB via ej.

1. Rode by the house dirt. But progress - I see roads, people.


2. I decide that Redheads Do It Better.


3. And subsequently end up looking like Cleo in Set It Off. Not a good look.


4. Not fit for human consumption, leads me to: hibernate, work on homework & the site, and...


5. the Guilty Pop Pleasures.


6. Yes, is a dream - for hosting your site, xferring your site & registering your site. Any probs I've had with it have been due to user error. And yes, the user is me.


7. MT is an interactive learning experience. I try to do something, and interactively learn that I don't know jack about MT. I'm working on this. If you see posts disappear - that's why.


8. Watched Sometimes in April. And cried. A lot.


9. still reading:: The Lexus & The Olive Tree & yes, u still need to read this.


10. contemplated archiving the old blog here. oh hell naw - that's a lot of work to do.


11. briefly entertained the idea of returning the calls of the guys who have been trying to get at me lately. And you know what? I'd rather just chill, and that feels good.


12. Hammy & I celebrate pre-Spring: by blowing the dust off his bike. And eating Zesto's Chili Dogs.

I watched a horror movie this weekend. Sometimes in April which premiered Saturday 3/19. To say this is powerful, moving, or disturbing - is trite, and an understatement. But let me back up for a sec.

I was somewhat unfamiliar with this story and much like the Americans portrayed in the movie, I suffer from apathy toward international affairs. I have to grudgingly admit - if it doesn't directly affect me or if I don't have an "interest" it it - things rarely show up on my radar. I also haven't yet seen Hotel Rwanda.

So I went in thinking this should be interesting, for an HBO movie. And it was, but also was more than that. The actor's portrayals seemed genuine, particularly Carole Karemera who plays Jeane (how she managed to relive this I cannot imagine), and Prudence Bushnell, and the overall theme was moving. However, the overall scenes...

***** SPOILERS *****
Seeing bodies strewn thru the streets and countryside...as people tried to continue to live during this chaos...injured Hutu's and Tutsi's hiding in swamps along with butchered body parts...Hutu soldiers committing acts of sexual abuse and violence, against women and childreen, over and above that "warranted" by the 'racial warfare'...a child stepping casually over the dead...the carnage...and watching Rwandan turn on Rwandan, their "brothers" just the day before. It was almost too much to take.

And watching American apathy - from Washington "bureaucrats", as well as UN peacekeepers, to the average American - struck too close to home.
***** END SPOILERS *****

If you get a chance to watch this, please do - along with the Behind the Scenes special, that shows the actual locations (they shot in Rwanda) and tells some of the story behind the movie. There are also links on their site to find out or do more. This isn't the quintessential piece to watch on this tragedy, but given the nature of the genocide - I don't think there can possibly be one. And this is a good place to start.

I must admit I lost the ear for pop music when I embraced my inner-boho. Thanks to Keyer Soze (he knows who he is), I got it back...and I got it bad.

So, I can't even create a radio.blog without acknowledging what's been running in my iTunes ever since. Pop music - str8 up, with no chaser.!

Funny thing is - the production on most of these joints is - nashy. Without further ado: The Radio Blog Ode to Pop/R&B Music.

1. One Thing (remix) ~ Amerie ft. Eve: The orig drum track = BANANAS. And so is this tweak. Yes there's a slight change,it's toward the end. U gotta wait for it...


2. Get Right ~ j.Lo: if there was one person I wish would get jacked for beats, it would be her. No offense, but you feel me.


3. Ride ~ Usher: Oh she did get jacked for the beat! My bad!


4. What Ever You Want~ Usher ft. Mike Jones: He's Mike Jones. That'll hit a chick quick, and make her walk home ( my fave line of this song).


5. Red Light ~ Usher: Wait, is Usher the Ice Cube of pop music? Jacking for beats?


6. Blah, Blah, Blah ~ Brooke Valentine ft. Dirt McGirt: Note: I will not be responsible for your reaction to this song. And yes, that is ODB.


7. When I Get You Alone (dirty) ~ Thicke: He deserved more love than he got for this one.


8. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah ~ Amerie: Ok, so here, the focus is Amerie, not necessarily the track.


9. Turn Da Lights Off ~ Tweet ft. Missy and 50 Cent: 50. IS. WRONG. FOR. CALLING. OUT. TYRA. (ok, well yeah...her breasts ARE amazing, but still).


10. Man Up (dirty) ~ Amerie ft. Nas: More Amerie leaks. Sending this one out to my baby's daddy, my baby daddy's daddy, and my baby daddy's daddy's daddy. Oh I'm kidding. Well, really I'm not.


11. Dip It Low (Reggaeton Remix) ~ Christina Milian: This makes me glad that the Pop-R&B w/World Music thing (think Truth Hurts) only caught on enough for occasional use - and this works.


12. Oh ~ Ciara ft. Ludachris: I gotta end it with a Southern banger. I'm officially a Peach for this one. Seriously. I'd back it up like Ciara said, but I don't wanna hurt nobody. 'specially myself.

I wonder what I'd do if my back was against the wall.

When the first reports came out Friday morning from the Fulton County Courthouse, my first thought was: figures. Having had my own brushes with GA law enforcement, I've seen firsthand how chaotic and unorganized these courthouses seem. Yes, they check for obvious things; guns, metal - but the average pager/cellphone deters invasive searches, as does the sheer volume of traffic flowing through them. My assumption always was - they probably check the hardened criminals more than the average joe.

Average joe indeed. After the initial demonization of the suspect passed...wait. Let's talk about that a bit. Yes, Brian Nichols singlehandedly disarmed a sheriff, and murdered a judge, court reporter, deputy and immigration agent. But whatever bleeds, leads. And the initial reports were of a savage, vicious, brutal nature, weren't they? Hints at a violent past, the brutality of the rape case pending, and the horrific nature of the courthouse murders. And the most unflattering photos that could possibly be found. Here, take a look: the killing spree suspect was an intimidating martial arts expert, a "bad dude", accused of "gunning down" several people on a bloody rampage through Atlanta in the most horrific display of courtroom violence in years.

Then the details began to get filled in. A computer technician. Well educated. Stable family. Intelligent and articulate. A suspect that was cool, calm and calculating. Watching Brian Nichols don that suit jacket, descending unhurriedly down that stairwell on CNN - just doesn't jibe with the monstrous portrayal of earlier reports. Desperate - no doubt. Murderous - obviously. But rampage screams a lack of control - and that doesn't mesh with this.

I wonder why I'm empathizing with this "monster". Is it just because he's black, and I was hoping he wasn't another young black male, reacting with violence to some perceived injustice that our justice system was about to place on him. Is it some tenuous connection - african-american sympatico, or some other six degrees of separation (no, I don't know brian nichols personally, nor his family). No it was more than that. It was the (then) unknown history that was about to come out: the brief brushes with the law previously, the disorderly conduct & harassment, the perception that he was a brotha not to be reckoned with, while his family was probably happy that he had managed to not get caught up - yet.

I know too many brothas like Brian. Attractive, intelligent, capable - yet still, with the playing field still not level (and never will be), they get hemmed up - because they have "problems with authority", because their "presence is intimidating", because they react "violently" when their back is pressed up against the wall. The brothas with pasts. The stockbroker with the drug-charge in college (to pay for school). The accountant with the assaulting an officer charge in high school (records sealed - during a fight between two teenagers). The lawyer, who checked his tongue during a traffic stop pre-Bar exam, and probably saved his career, by avoiding the arrest. Even Judge Mathis has stories, right?

Brian Nichols could easily have taken out dozens of people - like Terry Ratzman in Wisconsin. He had 3 guns, and more than enough lead time. He didn't, and while curious, also speaks to what will be his undoing. He was almost too smart about it, passionless, calculating - and that will probably seal his fate. No temporary insanity, no loss of control.

Far be it from me to truly say: "The system did this to Brian Nichols". He did the murders, and he'll end up doing the time, and the chair dance, eventually. My point is: again, the demonization of a desperate man for the sake of capturing a news audience, to sell more detergent, or online stock trading services seems not only irresponsible, but reprehensible. And I wonder, after all the media coverage moves on - what then of the victims and their families? The law enforcement administrations involved? (Talk radio is already ringing the death knell of the Sheriff's office, the DA's office, and the previously allegedly "corrupt" administrations). And what of Brian Nichols?

What is sure, is that he will face the death penalty. What is not, is what pushed him, facing a much shorter possiblity of jail time, to in essence forfeit his life, to murder a system?

<sigh> up front - I asked for this bs.

see, the last time I hung out with SG, was for his b'day. He invited me over his boy's house, which is allegedly Cribs-worthy. The house is nice, but I've seen cribs that are extra (whose owners shall remain nameless, but y'all know who you are). No matter how fly u think a house may be, faux-wood paneling is just wrong. So, along with being unimpressed, I somehow ended up sitting on a couch, next to his cousin, watchin porn on a big screen tv, thinking "YUGH", and hoping that the combo of the porn & 5 to 1 ratio of "open-minded" (think: freaky) females to males wouldn't be the beginning of the jump off.

So, I really SHOULD have taken future dealings with SG with a HUGE grain of salt. But nooooo...I innocently ask SG what's the happs Saturday, and he responds: a group of grown & sexy folks, getting together for a movie, and drinks afterward, and I took it at just that. The movie: be Cool - review over in the Culture section. The drinks - Barnacles @ Satellite. SO far, so good.

'Cept - the group of G&S = 2 "open-minded" females. And NO dudes.
'Cept - SG's dry demeanor reeks of 5th wheelness
'Cept - SG doesn't make it to Barnacles - apparently a hot tub awaited the G&S. Dayum.

Mia & I make the best of it - eating chicken wings, watchin the not-so-Grown (average age = 22?), and OVERLY sexxy (who drops it like it's hot to Britney Spears? oh wait - we were in Gwinnett County) work things out. Oh yeah, and the one Great-great-grand MILF stick her tongue in the ear of her fine-a$$ young buck. No really, all Haterade aside - I spent a good hour, wondering if without her false teeth, she performed a ridiculous brain surgery.

It wasn't all bad - I hung out with Mia (always a bonus), got the perfect pair of jeans (my Onion is FAB-O-LOUS in these), danced my booty off (ok, really that's IMPOSSIBLE, but anywayz), and got lifted. So, SG thanx.

Note to self: never call SG to hang out again under ANY circumstances. eva.

A meme, via ej, á la toddkelley:
The Assignment: To reveal your Top (b)12 Favorite Songs of All Time. For those of you with the capabilites, radio.blogs would be preferred. For those whoe don't, a nice numbered list will suffice.
* Special thanks: to Ej, for being an inspiration, technical consultant, and letting me hack his code. You're the shiznit, man ;-)

Rules:
- An artist is only allowed one song on the list (oops)
- Post radio.blog (if you can)
- A sentence or two on why each song makes the list

My 12: Note: click the Album Covers to check them out on Amazon.
the music meme - my top 12

1. Grover Washington ~ Moonstreams: The birth of the boho-chick. Dad died in 1977, and I can't remember him ever actually playing this. I pick it up outta a box in the attic 2 years later, and I played it to remind me of him - until the grooves were worn off. It's still haunting me.


2. Prince ~ Another Lonely Christmas: The longest dateless slump I had during high school (18 months of NOTHING, btw) was wrapped around this release. I think I cried myself to sleep every night to this song over the Christmas break of '1982.


3. Rose Royce ~ Wishing On A Star: I can feel my face pressed up against some dude's ruffled sky-blue rental tuxedo shirt at a school dance, just listening to this.


4. Rick James ~ DreamMaker: Cocaine is a (powerfully) beautiful thing. Bad joke, but really - Rick did write some un-matchably funky-a$$ beautiful music while he was high as hell. And he's from my hometown. Don't sleep on Jefferson Ball either ;-).


5. Stevie Wonder ~ Superwoman (Where were you when I needed you): I first heard this a year ago, and with one listen it became my favorite Stevie song (even if I still like to shake my booty to As). From the opening notes, to the change leading to Where Were You When I Needed You, this is painfully stellar.


6. Prince ~ She's Always In My Hair (extended remix): No way I can get by with just one Prince song. Maybe I'll marry him (maybe I won't). Maybe I'll sing this to myself without playing the track, and STILL get goose bumps (the guitar licks? Can I get Prince to play that in my hair? Please?).


7. Michael Jackson ~ Don't Stop Til You Get Enough: In 1979, he was still black, still yummy, still relatively normal, and I was lustin' like a mutha - so I could never get enough. Apparently, Mike couldn't either - and he really should've stopped. Can't take it from him though, his music is still it, period.


8. Brand New Heavies ~ Stay This Way: Step 1. Go to a club, beautifully made up, and with enuff $$$ to just get in the door. Step 2. Bring a change of shirt, washcloth & deodorant. Step 3. Solicit drinks from enamored onlookers, and when you get a really good buzz - ask the DJ to play this (along with at least 12 more dance/deep house songs) and dance ALONE until you are absolutely euphoric, smelly, and all traces of makeup & hairstyle are gone. Step 4. Freshen up in the ladies room, and repeat step 3 until the bouncers make you leave.


9. Biggie Smalls ~ Party & Bullshyt: Before he was Notorious, and before the Bling he was still a Bad Boy - that told amazing stories. Yes, it's a rough track - and that's why I like it.


10. Wu-Tang Clan ~ Protect Ya Neck: All the elements are here: the embedded skit, the underlying kung-fu sound effects/music, the ridiculous piano track (RZA - I luv you). And their VOICES - OMG - not to be nashy, but there's something about a roughneck NY accent that still makes me moist, ok?


11. Erykah Badu ~ Green Eyes: The movements. The rawness of her emotions. The change from Denial to Acceptance to the Relapse. Roy Hargrove. Whew. 'Nuff Said.


12. Soul to Soul ~ Back To Life (Acapella): Bronx, 1989: I'm in a hotel room, rushing to get dressed so me and the-then boyfriend can go out & handle some shady business - and the Acapella version of this comes on WBLS. And. I. Stopped. In. my. Tracks. And. Couldn't. Move. Until. It. Went. Off. Afterward, I wiped the drool of my chin, and bought every version I could find: 45, 12", and the album. This is probably number one - I STILL get goose bumps every time I hear it. Caron Wheeler man - and Jazzie B.

yeah, there's a method to my madness. so to make the whole thing clear as fog:

• about me, sagaciously:: all personal stuff, all the time. what I'm thinking, listening to, etc.


• baconstraw:: sometimes, things just don't make no kinda sense. Like a straw made of bacon. And they're not supposed to.


• culture:: Have I seen any hot movies? Read a good book? Stared longingly at a Romare Bearden? You'll read about it here.


• current events:: If Halle decides to dump Michael Ealy, and he seeks solace in my arms, or I glance lustily at the latest felon to shut down Georgia's streets, yes - it'll end up here.


• hair - nappy that is:: nappiness for 5+ years and counting. read all the ups & downs here.


• motherhood:: I raise children, therefore I am.


• parties & bullshyt:: ok, I know you're thinking - wth? But 50Cent & the Game are involved in a shootout at a radio station, then later declare a widely publicized "truce"? Str8 bullshyt - you feel me.


• poetry:: I'm moving the old ones here, and writing some new ones. Feeback (+/-) is greatly appreciated.


• politricks:: I'm just a regular working-stiff, trying to make sense of political issues that affect me. This is usually a tricky business. Well, on an emotionally level I'm leery of politicians in general, so hence also the name.


• work:: ok, a caution - this category will be much lighter than the other ones. I can't HELP but write about it since it takes up 80% of my life, but the names wil be changed to protect the guilty.

A few more caveats - even though I'm a displaced Yankee, living in the hottness - Atlanta is all over this biyotch. I'm amazed sometimes how things go down, down hea - but that sentiment hits all categories, hence no one thang for Hotlanta. And yes, being African-American colors my perception of everything. So, all categories are painted in shades of blackness - some things more obviously than others.

Now that you've read the primer - go forth, and blogtiply. (Maybe I shoulda had a category for corn?)

...the idea of doing things wisely...using my combination of intelligence and experience, to proceed with wisdom...

...the definition: Having or showing keen discernment, sound judgment, and farsightedness.

...the idea that I, having embarked on a continuing journey, need to write to breathe...

...my attempt to polish my web development skills - that are SO obviously rusty as hell...

...my home in cyberspace. welcome.

And not for anything - despite the simplicity of this design (ok, think bareness already). This was exhausting.