Tomorrow never dies

It is 1337 Monday afternoon… Eastern standard/military time. I awoke on Sunday morning at about 11:30am and have not been to sleep since.
“Why Crys?”, you may ask, “Why, oh why, haven’t you gone to sleep?”

I’ll tell you.

I was due into ATL for work at 0636 Monday morning. In order to get there in time, I’d planned to commute in on a flight on Sunday evening… around 1700 (5pm). This wasn’t the last flight out of Detroit ot ATL. There were two others AFTER said flight between the two airlines I have travel benefits on. Well, due to the weather on the east coast yesterday, ONE flight to JFK was cancelled. As a result, MY flight, which previously had plenty of available seats for stand-by crew members going to work, departed Detroit FULL and without moi! AND the next two flights over sold as a result of this JFK cancellation and other delays.

So, start the clock.
NO…FUCK THE CLOCK.

I ended up flying to Knoxville, TN at 10pm. And renting a car. I then DROVE from Knoxville to ATL. 3 1/2 hour drive. After sitting in the Detroit airport for four hours. I arrived in Atlanta road- weary and stankin’ at about 4am. Washed up in the airport, put on my wrinkled uniform. I THEN discovered that I’d left my work shoes in MICHIGAN!! WTF????

So here I am. 5 am. By this time. I’ve been awake for about nineteen hours with twelves hours of work to look forward to. I Punch into work:

Flight attendant manual? CHECK!
Extra draws? CHECK!
Brown Suga stockings in “coffee”? CHECK!
mid high ‘06 Nike Blazers? CHECK!!

Nah, playa.Not so fly.
Dunks don’t go with polyester/wool blend.
Plus, I KNOW if I get caught, I’m gettin’ a write up. Eventually, I made it to Buffalo with minimal comments from passengers.

Now, its 1:57. I just spent $75 bucks on new shoes…just so I won’t get in trouble…and so people stop lookin’ at me like I’m the uni-bomber. (Picture it:flight attendant in nylons and dunks.)
I’ve already shelled out $115 for the rental car and the gas to fill it up.
That brings the GRAND total to almost $200 just to GET to work
Here’s the kicker. I’ll only make about $120 today once all the flying is done….BEFORE TAXES.
This cool cat daddies and mammas…is THE definition of IRONY.

I’ve been living off twizzlers and nicotine. I haven’t eatten since Honey and I cooked breakfast on Sunday morning. Now, I CAN’T eat. I have no appetite.

I could go on and on…Aunt Flo rode into town yesterday.

My land lady is jerking me around on a pest problem she had previous knowlege of…

I haven’t had a shower.

I’m [--------] <—- THIS close to having a friggin’ break down in the middle of Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson International Airport.
So if you see me on the news tonight…don’t say that I didn’t warn you.

Dos Dados.
Two Fangas.
Peace.

I beleive I may be delirious.

Saturday afternoon…

Peace COOL WORLD

Not much to report. It’s raining in Michigan. I go back to teh daily grind tomorrow after nearly ten days off. Hopefully I will be renewed and rejuvenated and inspired enough to NOT die of boredom at work this week.

I’ve been thouroughly ignoring the news, so i don’t know what’s going on in OBAMA-land, or HIGH-ASS-GAS-PRICE-ville, or IRAQ-WAR town. Forgive me. I don’t know who dropped albums this week or who’s new video has gotten 100,000 hits since going viral. I don’t know what shows are coming up or anything. I needed a break.

I DO know that HANCOCK was a very intersting movie and that you should all go see it. YOU KNOW that WILL SMITH is the KING of summe rblock busters. Go see it and then hit me back. Let me know if YOU saw as much symbolism in the movie as I did. Or if I’m just a paranoid psuedo-nationalist. “Cause by the end of the movie…the message was clear “YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU IMMORTAL NUBIAN GODS, BUT STAY AWAY FROM WHITE WOMEN…THEY WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU….”

Great debate…right? Get at me.

So until then…PEACE!

This world done changed so much since I…

been away at the family reunion. I went to ALL HIP HOP.com and FINALLY saw the dreaded NEW YORKER cover. Here it is! ITS APPALLING!!! Ca you believe this mess? My blood is boiling, however, I will attempt to intelligently address exactly WHY this COVER is so wrong.

First off, its a COVER. This is NOT one of the political cartoons featured in an “opinons” section of a local publication. Its not even one of the satirical illustrations often printed in THE NEW YORKER. This is THE COVER of a NATIONAL magazine.

Secondly, Obama has already established that HE IS NOT MUSLIM. He has affrimed his Christian faith. So what, his Daddy was born in a Muslim nation.  Obama’s reliegion is totally irrelevant…the point is that he’s already addressed the issue. Shame on the New Yorker for creating propoganda, in the name of humor,  that brings the issue back to the forefront when we obviously need to be focused on REAL issues with the election just fifteen or so weeks away.

Third, where do they get off turning Michelle into a caricature of 1960-esque “black power” militantcy. She is an academic, a scholar, a mother, and AMERICAN. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t find anything wrong with militancy…however, I resent this representation of Mrs. Obama as such. AND If I remember correctly, it is the CURRENT administration as well as one Mr. John McCain who seem to be gun crazy (i.e. IRAQ war).

Fourth, the burning of the American Flag…that’s just too much. The New Yorker is arguing that the entire debauchal was meant to be SATIRE…but its only satire if READERS think its satire and they/we don’t.

Fifth, and lastly, call it what you will, but I am AWAKE enough to recognize the attempt at associating OBAMA with OSAMA in the subconcious of the American people. Thus the mantle painting of the U.S.’s illusive (or perhaps imaginary) enemy.

The thing is, THIS image…is exactly what so many older, more-conservative and even down right RACIST Americans are afraid of. On one hand, I do understand how presenting it for dialogue and dissection may remove some of the enigma…some of the taboo. But it IS NOT funny. Not to me. Not yet.

The New Yorker should be ashamed of themselves. For this reason I HAVE NOT included a link to the magazine in this post. What’s completely ironic (or complete intentional is that THIS in the same month that Italian Vogue puts out issue featuring all BLACK models.  I recently found out that appearantly, July and August are slow months in the magazine business. I guess the only way to sell copy is to slap some black faces on ‘em.

Sincerely,
Sick and Disgusted
Peace

Perhaps I’ll come back in a few minutes a post on Erykah Badu and all the rumors surrounding her alleged pregnancy with HER MAN Jay Electronica’s baby. Erykah says she’s PREGNANT WITH INSULTS.
This thing has been all over Media Takeout and All Hip Hop.com. I even saw it on Facebook. On second thought…maybe I WON’T come back to post about it. Maybe you can just click links and read about it for yourself.
Peace

Family Reunion…

Cool WOrld,
I just came home from my very first family reunion! Yes, prior to last weekend…I had never been to one. Technically it wasn’t MY family reunion, but my step-dad is the very inclusive type. He and my mother have been married for four years and he INSISTED that I attened. Proclaiming tha “We’re ALL FAMILY”. Now, some of his folks weren’t as welcoming…but as the weekend wore on, they warmed up to my two sisters and I.

IT was really nice to be around children. My mother’s family doesn’t have any (except for my 10 year old second cousins). The elders in the family weren’t able to travel to St. Louis for the event, but plenty of uncles, aunties, and cousins were there. We saw “THE ARCH”, the purpose of which is completely beyond me.

Any way…I’m back in Detroit for the week. More posts to come soon.

In the meantime…
BE Peace, Cool World.

THIS is “Adam’s” Immortality

I.
First man lived on God’s Greeeen earth
Backwards birth…popped up out the sand a grown man.
And now brain to bench or grill to ground Adam sleeps

II.
He sleeps on the street.
Prepared with coat as
pillow and mattress
and umbrella and
protection from the
elements. This

is Adam’s new life.
He told that he used
to live in a home
for seniors. Before
that the King projects

after HIS OWN place
on Chicago
and Dexter. West Side.
Traced it back to Black.

III.
First: War. Was traded
one leg for one heart.
And now Adam has
two hearts and three limbs
No way for man to

live. Then Prison snatched
all that was left of
him. Adam shared this.
Testimony of
his exodus from
Eden.

Adam is not man
but anonymous,
tobacco-wizened
soul dipped in cognac.

Slipped and through cracks he
leaped. Deep into the
Abyss of living
namesless. Shameless one

with a story to
tell. Listening re-
minded me just how
mortal we are. Right?

Oblivious to
the plight and lives and
deaths and rebirths
of MEN such as Adams.

IV.
Because Adam is
just AMAN without
THE WORD….
These words are for the
IMMORTALITY
of all the others.

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