Green Note

Such a sweet melody you produce,
how can I help but give chase?
There you are floating along like the wind,
circling around,
passing from one person to the next.
You're a restless little creature.
Please, allow me to play with you,
hold you firmly in my fingers,
rub you against my face,
gather all of your cousins and dive into you,
place you securely in my pocket.
Come hither.
What's your name anyway?
George?
Why, you're just a little fellow.
I can teach you how to become a Benjamin.
Just follow me to this casino down the street.
Allow us to make sweet sounds in the hotel room
and drag it down to the main lobby.
To the slots, we go to train.
The big tables are not for you.
Now disassemble yourself into a clinky sound
and fall down the hole.
Don't you fail me as I pull the lever.
If you do then you'll never be a Benjamin, George.
What's this?
Cherry, Lemon, Jackpot?
Oh, green note, you've played me for a fool.
The sheet music you originated from
must have been a cruel song.
An enviable rhythm that I'll dance to no more.

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Video Chatting

I just realized something.
We living in the future.
In the Jetsons cartoon,
they had homes and offices with big ass screens that were video phones.
Well... here we are, 2009.
And we all here chattin it up on our laptops.
Granted, people have owned video cameras for their computers for some time now,
but I just got my laptop with video,
so it's official now. No ego. Haha.

But yeah....
even though I've only video chatted with my two best friends from high school,
I really do like it.
I'm hardly back in Jersey,just as they are hardly back in Jersey.
And when we are in Jersey,
we usually not there at the same time.
So, in between all those holiday visits,
it's a nice way to see their faces and hear their voices again.
Sure, we have regular phones,
but as Hov, Drake, and many others are beginning to say:
We Off That!

Video chatting is just retarted.
haha. It definitely takes joking up to a new level.
Cause you can be right there,
a person will look away,
you can be gone.
They wonder where you went
only for you to pop back up 3 minutes after
they been talking to themselves.
Haha.

But I think my favorite video chatting experience was when I started chattin around my college friends.
As some of you remember from an earlier note,
the minorities here at Loyola's campus have a lounge where we all chill at.
So, one day my friend from high school hits me up on Skype.
It was just text, but then he video called me,
so I figured, "Why not?"

....
I should have known better.
This nigga started to clown the people around me as soon as my end of the video popped up.
I couldn't help but start dying.
Talking about flat booties
and bad hair and koofis
and various other things.
I think he started talkin spanish to one girl
and they were not on the same page.
I ain't know who to feel ashamed/embarrassed for,
so I felt sorry for myself.
I should have no better.
My friends from different circles never tend to mix in well.
But that's a story for another note.
Haha.

Nevertheless, I am a fan of video chatting.
But the day when all calling is like that...
and you can't call in sick because they can see your ass faking...
That's when I'll start to hate video chatting.
Haha. But chill then... I'm good.

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The Bad I Love

You ever do some shit you know you ain't have no business doin?
How bout stay around a boy/girl friend or just a friend that was no good for you?

Personally,
I think we've all been in this situation at least once.
But why do we put ourselves in such spots?

For some reason,
girls always tend to go for the bad boy.
They never go for their best male friend,
who's been there waiting patiently on the sideline
for the girl to realize how they love them so.
Instead, the girls lust after the kid who used to bully them in grade school
or who rides the bike, or the one always getting in trouble for silly shit.
They want the excitement.
And they're young, so they figure they need it.

So that's it.
The excitement.
But why are exciting things so frequently associated with bad things?
Why can't a night of board games be more exciting than goin out on a Thursday night?
Why can't a friend that always listens to your problems be more exciting than the friend who orders you around all the time?
Why can't a nice steady office job seem as exciting as trying to make it as an actor?
Because in a sense they just aren't.
They're safe, which usually means you know what's going to happen.
With the latter in those match-ups,
as Kevin Garnett said, and I often quote in situations,
"ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!!!!"

But as we grow older,
we learn to appriacate the stablity
from all the times we went chasing excitement and got injured.
It's just a shame we have to what so long for such a good lesson.

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It's Who You Know

Honestly,
no matter what you're trying to do with your life,
this is almost pretty much a fact.
Be it business, writing, art, technical fields, etc.

When you know the right people,
doors tend to open up for you.
It can start from school.
You and a few other people share common interest,
or maybe you have friends in completely other fields.
You graduate and go your seperate ways.
A few years down the line,
you might still be struggline to land that job at a Fortune 500.
Meanwhile, an old friend calls you up for some drinks.
They tell you how well their doing at this one company.
You get the idea to sublty ask if they can put a good word in for you.
Next thing you know,
you're working entry level at a compnay that can take you places.

You know,
you'd think you could get around on your own merit and credentals.
But sometimes the wackest people get the best jobs
cause they have the best connects.
Meanwhile, you got mad skills and still living in yo momma basement.
Not to say all people with success are the wack ones,
cause some of them are fucking geniuses.
They are the ones that can make it on their own
...and their the ones that help you out in times of need.

But you know...
there is a way to get by on your own merit and get the right hookups.
It's called interning. Haha.
I'm tryna get my internship in line for next semester.
It sucks though, cause my carless/license-less ass can't get to any off campus internships,
so I gotta manage with the ones here at Loyola.
But, I plan to make the best of it,
learn what I can, see if the people in charge can get my name out there to anyone else and see what happens.
Gonna be putting on my best nigga shuffle and manners,
brown nosing like a mug to seem the best and reliable
so they think highly of me.
Because remember,
it's who you know.

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Warmer and Warmer

I’ve never been one for unnecessary caffeine,
but for some reason Dearest has put the wedding gift to use, for once.
She sets the warm liquid on the stand beside the bed.
I awaken to its aroma.
I marvel at the ring left behind as I raise the mug to my mouth.
It couldn’t have been sitting there longer than two minutes.
I examine the surface of the stand closer and find two additional rings,
laid out as if I found a secret stamp at Disneyland.
Two more and we got the Olympics!
I chuckle aloud, yet manage not to scold myself.
Scold. Why does that word ring so loud in my head?
Why is my head ringing at all? A scent now accompanies the stiffness of the coffee,
one I’ve been attempting to ignore for weeks, one of unfamiliar musk and grass.
I allow the mug to rest on the stand as I leave my bed.
Rushing to leave the presence of this ill feeling,
I forgo the shower and put on the suit I wore yesterday,
I walk out of the bedroom, into the hall,
past the kitchen to hear the Doll call after me as I attempt to avoid her.
I’ll leave the Dame to her household duties.
If we can’t be clean, then at least the house should be.
As I open the door to depart, there’s the young gardener,
shirt barely buttoned,
muscles protruding,
shears in hand.
All of a sudden this summer day feels cold.


Just another through back poem for you all to enjoy.
Copyrighted to the fullest!
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Reality TV

Upon their conception,
reality shows seemed like a good idea.
Why not give people a chance to tell their story?
Why not see how people live on the day to day?
But somewhere along the way,
things took a turn.

The earliest reality show I can think of is MTV's Real World.
7 teens and 20-somethings live in a house in a popular city
coming together from all parts of the country
to show what happens when people stop being polite
and starting getting... "real".
It's been a ride of drama and foolishness ever since.

The next big hit would have to be CBS's Survivor.
It was here that reality took a stretch.
Putting people on an island like they're stranded...
but then giving them challenges for "immunity"
so they can stay stranded. Haha.
Here people's ugly side comes out,
because now money is involved.
They lied, they cheated...
they formed alliances... oooo.
Which they would only break in the long run.

It wasn't long before dating reality shows came along.
The Bachellor was on of the stand outs, easily.
But it was no where near as entertaining as the shows that followed,
especially on VH1.
Flava Flav started it all.
It was ridiculous how many good lookin ghetto girls he had fightin over him.
It only made it better that he nicknamed them all such slutty names.
Then, after being rejected twice by him,
Tiffany Pollard aka New York got her own show.
Soon Bret Michaels got his own show.
And soon more and more spinsoff came along,
like Real Chance of Love, Daisy of Love,
New York Goes To Hollywood,
and my favorite For the Love of Money.
It's kinda like Real World vs Road World,
where drama, dating, and money collide.
Aw, it's a fuckfeast of amusing shit.

Now, it's okay that these minor celebrites have their own shows.
They have nothing better to do than try to rebulit their image.
But recent Diddy and Ray J have been on their reality show grind.
You can tell that they struggling,
Ray J more so than Diddy.
Diddy does likes to punk people around on TV.
Rather it be Making Da Band, Making His Band, or I Wanna Work for Diddy.
This is beginning to be a problem.
Correction: this has long been a problem.

As the days goes by,
more and more TV is scheduled with "reality" shows.
But shocking conclusion though:
These shows aren't reality anymore!
They are fabrication of what some people wish to be real.
They should no longer be called reality.
They should be called what they are.
People Acting Idiotic for the Camera shows
or PAIC shows for short. [pronounced pee-ah-ik]

Now..
Yes, I do watch these shows.
I'm not saying their bad, persay.
But they are a mockery of the human experience.
And that's why I watch them. Haha.

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Black Face, White Face

So... this Halloween
I dressed as a white guy, right.
More specifically,
I was Dave Chappelle as Chuck Taylor,
a white newscaster he played on his show.
I had my fake microphone,
my blue blazer,
my chuck taylors on my feet,
my blonde wig,
and of course white facepaint all over my face and neck.

Let me tell you about my experience.
Of course,
my friends, white guys, all liked my costume.
I kinda got the idea from them.
They're all pretty cool.
Then a few white girls came over.
I'm pretty sure I creeped them out,
they didn't look me in the face or even in my general direction the whole time we were in the room.
Then we went out.

When we arrived on the scene,
I received more looks.
People would often see me and immediately look away.
I got a few people who asked me who I was supposed to be.
Because I didn't feel like explaining it all,
I simply said I was a white newscaster.
The person would nod and walk away.
I didn't get any props for more costume.
Well, except from one guy who screamed,
"Hey, you're a white guy!"

I did see one guy in black face,
but it was actually brown.
He was rasta.

When I returned back on campus
and saw a few other friends,
they gave me props for my costume.

I don't know.
I feel like I may have offended the white folks while I was out.
Obviously, I don't care.
It was actually done to see how they would act.
I did put on a stereotypical white voice,
speakin all proper and what not,
commenting on lude acts as a disgrace,
making a few mildly racist comments.
I also danced awkwardly and requested for cous cous to eat.

I was simply performing a sort of modern day ragtag.
If I had seen someone out in legit blackface this Halloween,
I might have wanted to fight,
but I would have gone up to him and interviewed him with my mike.
I really wish I had.

To me though,
one race dressing as another race is just like
a guy dressing as a woman for Halloween.
Is it not?

Obviously, I wanna hear what you have to say on the matter.
Black, white, brown, yellow, red, whatever.
What do you think about someone being something they clearly aren't?
Let me know.

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