My heart broke this morning…I hope that I can cry.
I woke up, like any other day, and geared up to prepare for a Wednesday in the office. Amidst the haze and cloud cover that blanketed the morning, I noticed that my phone was not fully charged, the normal result of some message having come through either last night, or early this morning.
Although the basic concept of this post has been in my mind all day, usually while not in a position to write, it still seems cloudy and jumbled in my mind.
I find it interesting that last night as the National League won the 2010 MLB All-Star Game for the first time since 1996, many people reminisced (or at least people I know) of where they were, or what they were doing during that year. Sadly, I woke up to the news that someone that I had first met later that year had passed. Continue reading →
I remember when I first saw the video for this song. I won’t lie, the line from Masta Ace’s “Jeep Ass N–guh” drew me in, and I was a Common Sense fan ever since…well “One Day It’ll All Make Sense,” and “Electric Circus,” took some growing on me though.
(Chorus)
Boom it and you boom it and you boom it in your jeep
Type of s–t that hit when you pump it in your trunk
Boom it and you boom it and you boom it in your jeep
Babum, babum, make the speakers pop
I’m as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, Brown
I’m a pro p-pro, but not a noun n-noun
If you got beef, beef, you get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul by the pound for pound
I’m going downtown like Julie Brown, I’m the brown mound
Not of rebound, but like a hound, I get down
Never wore a leash but I’m a show ya
How loose is my goose, got more soul than combat boots
(I got soul, you got it) That’s why I came
They keep calling me, man, they keep calling me, they call my name
And say, I can’t give it away, give it away now
Or say whiz, say what or say how
Sh, ok, between you and me, man it’s all this white rap
I got the power, hachoo, I’ll just bite snap
Bum ba-bum, bum bum
Think fast, cause I’m the Ramadan
Ahoy-he-hoy-he, I’m Fat Boy
Shibidabibidabee, boom boom, I’ll be the bad boy
Having a party, but I’m not a democrat
Spoiled as a child, but now I’m milk like similak
Don’t have Cinemax because my cable’s pirated
Bug out wit the rhyme, try to swat and I’ll get fly wit it
For pest control, I suggest some soul
Porridge, s–t, I got it, but I have no breath control
So gimme a TO, baby like um, Chris Webber
I got myself together
Now I’m straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I’m straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time’s sake Continue reading →
ANAHEIM, Calif. — One key swing by Brian McCann pulled the National League out of the All-Star shadows.
McCann’s three-run double in the seventh inning provided the NL all the offense it needed to capture its first Midsummer Classic since 1996 with a 3-1 victory Tuesday night.
In a year of dominant pitching, young starters David Price and Ubaldo Jimenez set the tone — and got even more help from the tricky shadows. Nearly the entire field at Angel Stadium was bathed in odd patterns of sunlight for a twilight first pitch, creating more awkward swings and misses than usual in baseball’s annual talent show.
The National League earns home-field advantage in this year’s World Series.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.
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