See, That's Your Problem...

Last night I joined a gym. A pretty fancy one too. My boss had been telling me that the company would pay for membership if I was interested and I finally got tired of procrastinating and joined last night. For those of you leaving in New York City, you know David Barton as catering to a gay crowd. I walked in last night with no idea on what to expect and found what looked like a club. There was a dj and the atmosphere screamed party hard. Well, party hard and I'm gay.

Setting myself up for the Okey Doke I scheduled a personal training session for eight oclock this morning. What in the hell was I thinking? I forgot even what the commute on the train was like at that hour. NY'ers are beast durning rush hour. I don't have to be at work until ten and by then its pretty much quiet on the train. These clowns on the train before them seem more like walking zombies than human beings. I almost had to cuss this chick out for sticking her bag in my back. Rude!

After the fact, the work out session was actually pretty cool. And if it weren't for the fact that them shits cost an arm and a leg I'd probably commit to seeing a trainer twice a week. Looks like I'll be taking the group classes instead.

This weekend VH1 is hosting an open call for a television show that centers around the contest to become Puffy's assistant. Why am I intrigued by this? I've almost convinced myself to go and try out...but i'm scared. Scared they may actually choose me that is. I have the coolest job as it is...I'd hate to have to choose.

What else?

This was a passage written by the comedian George Carlin. It struck home on many levels and I feel the need to share simply because it's the truth. And it's definitely worth the read.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

If you don't send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?

George Carlin

Afflictions with Obsessions

I'd say this weekend passed effortlessly enough. I made plans but of course once it actually came down time to execute them I decided to do otherwise. I did go grocery shopping which only aided in my staying in for the two short days that is my time off from work and I must admit when i made the concious decision to stay in it felt strangely liberating.

Whilst at home I somehow became obsessed with watching the S. Carolina primaries. I was overjoyed that Barack Obama took it with such force and was literally on the edge of my seat while listening to him give his victory speech. I've taken the liberty of posting it up here in case any of you missed it. For the first time in, well, period I feel connected to the election process and hopeful that something other than self serving initiatives can take place from within it. It's was Barack calls the audacity of hope! I wanna attend a rally or some shit, get more into it all! I want to take part in this political revolution.

I find myself severly motivated by this man and his ideas...




So last night was the birthday party of one of the guys in the click that I sometimes go out with. I'd pretty much been phsyched to attend since i received the invite being that I think the guy is interesting and all but like so many other plans I had for the weekend, shit just fell through. I think this goes back to me not wanting to move forward in regards to my crush...shit I just like having one. In the end I just didn't feel like being bothered but in the spirit of keeping crushes alive, I'm posting up the new video for Honey.

Erykah Badu - Honey
The video has as much of an old school feel as the song itself and I love it! Check it out.



Man, I can't wait to get my tax return money!!

Life is Full of Interuptions and Complications

Mental Tug-O-War...Bodies dancing closely yet not together. I felt like he placed himself there beside me...strategically. Or maybe sub-consiously for it was as if he appeared magically. Normally a reserved specimen, even in the club, he became animated for the slightest moment raising his arms in the club's haze filled air..."I got the baddest chick in the game wearing my chain!" I danced along side him feigning dis-interest. Why do I feel like a school girl around this man? Is he my crush...a moments fixation...a fleeting fantasy? At moments I clearly felt his gaze fall on my face and body. Seemingly outlining every inch he took in. Never as I watched him though. Not once did he allow me the chance to look deep into his eyes. For that is where I can see everything, that's where I would be able to tell, to see. Even as our glances passed over each other I could tell he made a consious effort to not give in to me regarding this. And this did nothing but heighten the feeling of wanting to know.

I almost prefer to leave it at this. I fear i'll not like him at all if I even attempt to get to know him. Not knowing keeps the dream alive so to speak, for life is full of interuptions and complications and whose to say this isn't exactly what that is.

There were other people there too, obviously. I saw those Making the Band boys. Oh and Danity Kane too who I must say looked somewhat busted. Especially that D Woods chick who seemed to be coupled up with Q, which is funny since I figured him to be gay since the first time I saw him. And Will that man is fine but even he was with some drunk dumpy looking girl. Go figure. The NY Giants were in the building as it was their celebration for making it to the Supebowl but since I don't follow football like that I couldn't tell you the Quaterback from the towel boy I won't even try to name names.

I love when nights go all perfect and shit.