Back to civilization

I am a home body. I enjoy staying in, playing on the net and watching television. Most people I chill with think that they are home bodies until they really peep me on an everyday basis. All of them said they were home bodies but what they really meant was, 'that being that they don't have the resources to exhaust possibilties away from home, they have adapted to being content with staying home sometimes.' The difference with me is its the exact opposite.

My woman hates this about me. However we meet in the middle and I actually enjoy doing whatever with her. (that was so cute I can't stand it) My frat including my lb never really understood why I'd rather watch movies on HBO, than to go to a party or club.

Several things are needed when you are a definite homebody. One of those things is cable television. Preferably with movie channels. Give me that and high speed internet and I REALLY don't have to leave the house for entertainment.

Well recently, due to inflated expenses in our house coupled with a negative progression of income, our cable and net was shut off for about a month. I almost died. No, really. I was in blockbuster 4 times a week renting movies. They say my name when I walk in like Norm from Cheers. At one time I counted and I had 16 movies checked out at one time. SIXTEEN!!!! I had to pick up internet wheever I could. The library, my fiance's house, sistergirl panda's house, stealing wireless using my roomates laptop. I was a scavenger, but a nigga had emails to check.

I realized one thing during this trumatic period. One can only be comfortable if one can posess that which makes them comfortable. Trust, it's not as easy as it sounds. I need my cable. Even moreso than some people need new clothes or shoes. Or extra money to drink or smoke. More than some need extra money to be able to go out a few times a month. My cable bill, from here on, will be part of my monthly fiscal necessities.

The hiatus from civilization wasn't all bad though. I caught up on some movies I had wanted to check out but never did because I had cable. I also found a few new shows that I now love and won't miss because of thier spectacular first season disc that I rented and watched in one sitting. Those shows are House MD, Lost, and Grey's Anatomy. All excellent shows. Even though I've found that they lose a little zeal when you have to sit through commercials.

Since I've been back to civilization I had a friend of mine tell me that "our friendship hasn't been the same since I got my cable back" Due to me catching up on my show watching and net browsing. To that I say....well I won't say nothing. Wait till my show goes off to get a response from me.

Immagitatcha!!!!!

White Jersey Blues

I really don't know why people hate on Duke so much. I mean, don't get me wrong, if you are a fan of another team (UNC or State or maybe even Wake) then I can see why you would have a little anomosity. However, this blatant Duke hatred has got to stop.

Let me preface all this by saying that I'm not a fair weather Duke fan. I'm there for the ups and downs. I've been to alot of their home games and I just am all around a fan of Duke basketball.

Now I've heard fans of the cross town rival try to say everything explaining the success. From , UNC has better athletes Duke just gets ref help. I've heard them even bash the professional careers of Duke alum in contrast to UNC alum. And of course, they have the ultimate trump card with the skinny bald dude from Wilmington, NC. Well I'd like to say, regarless of all of that, you still have to play the games. And who is it, at the end of the season, that can be found wearing thier white home uniforms because they have been that dominant in and out of conference all year? That's right, DUKE!!!!

Hate if you want but it's a fact, Duke is a CONSISTANTLY dominant team. A Dynasty in the purest form of the word. And that my friends is bigger than any one man or a couple of good athletes. From Coach K to the sweat wipers. It takes a well oiled machine to have a program accomplish what Duke has accomplished over the last two decades. With, I might add, no end in sight.

But, if you have the blues don't fret. We can't wear those home jerseys forever.The blues goes away and dynasties always come to an end. When it does, I'll still be a fan, you all will still be haters and Duke would have represented an era of basketball that will come to define what college basketball will be.

Until then, here's a lil trumpet playing for ya blues....

Immagitatcha!!!!!

Whats in a name?

How could I truely use the handle Poetic Justice and never spit any poerty? Fact is I couldn't so here we go.

This poem is set up by first giving the inspiration of it. Which is none other than Paul Laurence Dunbar. Poets and black folks reading this if you arent familiar with that name ya need to goolge it and read about him and his works.

We wear the mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,
in counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
we wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from toutured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the city is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask.

Great poem by a great man....He aint the only one...

My mask don't smile no more!

My mask dont smile no more
It has stagnated on a stone faced expression
Associated with depression mixed with
years of suppresion translating into the regression
of an entire race.
It now sees the inner soul of which it once disguised
the lies it told are no longer necessary,
by any means.
It seems as if my mask is tired
Tired of having to smile
in the face of fallacies that are as
easy to see through as the visitation window
that seperates families
Our past is as vivid and brutal as almost any in the
history of the world
We weren't the only group of people to have ever been treated this way
but what we are, is the most recent
Decency, kindness and respect
were traded for entire family rapings and hangings by the neck
killings of the strongest men just to keep slave quarters in check
public beatings if labor quotas weren't met
My mask still smiled

Disenfranchised by the capitalist demise of we.
under the disguise of being free
Eighteen hundred and sixty five would see
the birth of the Freedmans' Bureau
Broken Promises
or was it broken promiscuity
because for years their foot was ONLY in our ass
on our neck
most any prepositional phrase would do
but now, seemingly, all of that was through
all they did was free 22 million people that
didn't have a clue of how to live and what to do
Slavery slid from physical to economical
40 acres and a mule mutated into a pipe dream
and Spike Lee's production company
and we were free to be...in debt and owing the very masters
that previously owned us.
My mask still smiled

Things haven't changed much.
As a matter of fact, according to Chinua Achebe and The Roots
"Things Fall Apart"
And whereas before that may have been a bad thing
now I'm inclined to say, it's about time!
We can't keep running in the same circles we have been
We're dizzy
We can't keep gnawing on the bones they throw us
We're not getting full
And we cannot keeping wearing
the mask that grins and lies

Immagitatcha!!