Is Your Journey Really Necessary

Just had to use that

Just visited Common's website and listened to some samples of his newest CD; must say it is truly something; this must've been what it felt like to hear BeBop ffor this first time.

In Other News:

Why is it that everybody is hollering about Jude Law banging his nanny (for the fact why the hell am I?)


Karl Rove is still at work which proves what everyone says about roaches and nukes.

Must give a shout out to all my Negroes out there in the World especially the Professor Zandria who is going to NorthWaestern for her PHd, Good Luck to ya.

What else is there to say?

Later, Da Negro

Where We Going

As I look amongst the nations I see my people on fire. They have a fever that infects their entire being and which appears no cure except for common sense and a swift kick in the ass.


How ya, how ya doin... Where the fuck are you going. It something I have been wondering as of late. What do we do after the big events; when do we stop living (after high school, college, a successful career?) Where do our dreams go? Do they shrivel up like a raisin in the sun? How do you keep hope in times of darkness? Take the Zen position Don't think, DO.



Peace in da Middle East

Misc 2

Before I begin I ask everyone to pray for the families of those who were killed or wounded today in the London bombing.


On Bush: still cannot stand him I've tried but i just can't do it Lolly

On O'Connor: Make that money girl get out before they give you sometthing

On the Net: check out my boy Marcus Seaberry's A View From the Middle especially his most recent post (http://www.mseaview.blogspot.com).

Also learn about the unknown history of the NASSA and the Negro Spacew Program(http://www.negrospaceprogram.com)


On this post: Take me home mother; I am THRU

The View from the Hood

This is an old letter that was a long time coming. I have been out of school for a few months now and I find myself wanting to go back. Despite the fact you have to do mind-numbing papers the long lines at the bookstore and having to do business with anyone from Financial Aid; I miss the stimulation and energy that comes from that setting. It is a nervous energy with everybody striving not to be where they are but to be somewhere, anywhere else. And it is strange because when you are there you would give anything not to be. And truthfully it is miles different from the place I am now. when I started school I hardly looked at the enviroment I grew up in and to tell the truth I have never really been one of the Boyz in da hood. SO it has been a rude awakening looking at the neighborhood and at some of the people in it and myself. I don'tt want to paint a negative picture and I know that there are many succes stories in the hood, but there is something that festers here something that has created a void where the highest achievment is high school and a middle level service job. There has got to be something going on when you have a whole generation that has grown up to inhabit the small squares of cement that is either at the end of a street and in front of there houses. There has to be some reason there whole slews of people who are alcoholic and drug addicted. It is like anyone form the hood can get caught up in the corner and as I see it it is only thru the grace of god that I'm not one.