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Everyone once and awhile BS stations like MTV strike gold with a few of their reality shows. Although they continue to pollute my mind with Jersey Shore they come across a couple gems. Thank you MTV for World of Jenks and Buried Life . I initially thought these shows were going to be full of garbage. But after watching an episode of each I have done a 180 so to say. The Buried Life is about a group of 4 friends that are on a quest to check things off of their bucket list. But while in the midst of doing this they help someone else check one off of theirs. While this sounds simple it turns out to be so much more. They are allowing people to accomplish things that they never thought possible. And I think it's a great thing. They may do some stupid things but in the end I feel the positivity they are spreading. But this post was inspired by World of Jenks . Jenks is a film student and spends a week living with different people. This past episode he spent a week with Anthony "Sh...

I don't have a creative title for this one. I just figured that would get straight to the point... I AM BEGINNING TO LOATHE SOCIAL NETWORKS! And I mean this. Yes, they have made people more accessible to me but that have butchered everything else. I no longer understand human interaction. My thoughts and actions are being consumed by my standings on these sights. And for what? An extra follower? What does that really matter. Honestly, it's not my job to keep you entertained and if you really found me entertaining why don't you just hang out with me in person. I feel that the reason I don't fully understand people is because I am being cut off from them. I was never taught how to properly communicate because society was too busy keeping me technologically savvy! Children are learning improper English because they rely so much on text, facebook, and twitter. Mind you I have a phone with unlimited text, a facebook page, I tweet, and I started a blog because I wasn't ab...

So I have been pretty bad with keeping everyone updated about my life. Mostly because there is nothing really new to update. I still have the same job, got a slight "promotion." But other than that nothing much is going on. I'm still single, plan on attending grad school, not positive exactly what field of Sports Administration I want to focus in, waiting to get my cello so that I can play again, and I think that's about it. See nothing exciting.

I have tried to stay away from BET and shows like 106 & Park. I love my people and I hate that the channel dedicated to us barely does anything to uplift us. It pains my soul...like literally. Why is that we can't do anything to make ourselves look better. There are so many African American people doing uplifting and positive things in this country and the channel dedicated to African Americans does nothing to show that. While I understand that 106 is supposed to be about the music I just think that it could be done with so much more class and taste. Let's take for example Wale. Everyone knows how I feel about this man (I LOVE HIM!) So of course when this past Wednesday when I happened to catch 106 and saw that Wale's Guilty Pleasure (No Hands) was on the countdown I was ecstatic. BUT I started thinking, "Why is it this song that makes the countdown?" Wale is an AMAZING lyricists and his songs that highlight that get no play. I mean Diary which is an amazing...

"I wanna go to a place where I'm suspended on ecstasy Somewhere between dark and light" I love when something has been on my mind and everything around me seems to run perpendicular with my thoughts. Here is what I mean by that: I have really been thinking about the meaning of Time! And I have just started reading The Diagnosis by Alan Lightman. Which at first glance would have nothing to do with time but in a way it does. The book focuses around a guy who has been overcome by some strange illness and no one seems to know what is wrong with him. But I have discovered an underlying theme about a sense of urgency. In the beginning the main character was intent on finding out what was wrong with him. Not necessarily what it was but just getting a diagnosis as quickly as possible. Then he loses his job because he fail behind. His own son even communicates with him via email. His whole life was consumed with how quickly things can get accomplished. But because of his illness ...

"When the Armageddon's dark and dread A lot of weak hearted weep and moan Only the strong will continue Do you have it in you? Come, we've got a journey to come And when the battle get sour and dread A lot of weak hearted wither and moan Only the strong will continue I know you have it in you" So a really good friend has introduced me to an album that I normally wouldn't be interested in: Distant Relatives by Nas & Damian "Jr Gong" Marley. Surprisingly, I'm truly enjoying this album! I have been listening to it for the past 3 days. Now this CD didn't lead to this blog but the words to a lot of these songs speak to me. I have recently been saddened but a lot of things happening in the black community lately. I LOVE my people and that I come from a community of rich and painful roots. There is so much to learn and knowledge to gain that I doubt I will be able to absorb it all. But I have been plagued with the idea that the black community is i...

I have been struggling with the thought of this post for a long time. In my very first post I disclosed that I have tried journaling as a way to organize my thoughts and I wasn't very successful. Because of this I turned to blogging. And if I was going to do this than I need to be able to honestly write about everything. This post will be dedicated to a large part of my life that makes me who I am: a survivor. Now I know that his statement is quite vague in it's nature. When I say survivor I mean this: when I was 7 or 8 I was raped by an older cousin. So in essence I survived that. It has taken a lot for me to be able to be honest with myself about this situation. This is something that I have tried to keep locked somewhere deep inside of me. I didn't tell my mom about the situation until I was in junior high school. My mother believed me but she then decided to tell my aunt and we all had to have a "discussion" about what happened. Which at this point in my life ...