you know you're in vermont... #1

when, on May 31, the local evening news is doing a feature on how to protect your knees and get ready for ski season.

also, i just want to inform my faithful readers (that means you D.) that i will soon be launching a new blog to record my brief experience working for The Man. the gloves are coming off... be afraid... be very afraid. muahahahahahahahahaha...

spooky horoscope

my google homepage horoscope for today...

A conflict between your long-term plans and current work obligations may arouse cross words, followed by a sensible solution. Even if you know there is disagreement, don't shy away from a difficult conversation just to please others. Instead, engage the issues directly and search for common ground.

that's crazy 'cause right now i'm really worried that i might just get on that plane to VA and not come back. well i'd come back for my car and some other essential items, but i don't think i've ever been more ready or excited to make my next move - and i've never been known for my patience. 10 more weeks... so what's the sensible solution?

the sun shines on vermont

so the sun finally came out, and stayed out all day long. i took some pictures of the sun setting over the lake, but pictures never seem to do a scene justice. i sat at the waterfront for a while and reminisced a bit... figured i'd share the soundtrack. off to my happy place...

my personal journey

move back to hampton. get to work on lincoln street. celebrate the holidays (for the first time... truly celebrate). finish school. work for bank, locally. pay bills. invest. accumulate capital. open grocery store. open bar. open diner. open bike shop. open barber shop. work. procreate. love. learn to play the guitar. learn to fly. learn to surf. learn to sail. travel. write a book. if i get a chance to do all this... celebrate.

John Paul Jones Arena

WWE Raw, Cirque Du Soleil, Ringling Bros., Diversity CareerDay, Dave Matthews Band... in Charlottesville, VA?!
wooooow...

how come...

how come...

when i'm in hampton, i wonder why i'm still in hampton?
when i'm not it hampton, i want to go home?

when i'm out with folks, i'd rather be home chillin'?
when i'm home chillin', i'd rather not be home chillin' by myself?

when i'm sober, i wish i weren't?
when i'm not sober, i feel like i'm out of control?

when i was broke, i wanted a job?
when i have a job, i'd rather go my own way?

when i'm single, i'd rather not be?
when i'm not single, i'd rather be?

no matter how long i contemplate the questions, the answers are still elusive?

i guess it was a good day

today, at about 3:00pm, i saw blue skies for the first time in 6 days. i was about to find myself a strait jacket and a wall to beat my head on, so i'm glad the sun decided to reappear and save me from myself. after work (snooooooze), i finally got a chance to see the burlington waterfront in the sunshine. not bad. everything looks better when the sun is shining. on my little excursion, i found some cool neighborhoods. burlington looks a lot like charlottesville... think belmont in 434, or ghent in 757... and apparently, i'm just not living in the right spot. i'm in the village of essex junction... think crozet in 434, or hilton village in 757.

the sun came out, and i found my happy place. on a side note, i must discuss the tragedies occurring on primetime TV these days. (yes, i'm watching tv with bunny ears.) 3 season finales (Grey's Anatomy, O.C., er)... 7 deaths, or near-deaths... wtf? that's not entertaining, that's depressing.

did i mention it's raining again? and it's supposed to rain until tuesday? clearly it's time to look for weekend flights to LA... still, it was a good day.

mojo, where are you?

i have lost the mojo. sad but true. with the help of some guided discussion in a friendly therapy session, i've concluded that i lost my mojo when i moved out of the box. ahhh... the box. i hate to break it to the fine folks in essex junction but ain't no mojo in VT. duh! likewise, ain't no mojo in 757. i always wanted to be one of those idealistic people who gets to do what they love in life. well i love my mojo, and i want it back. so that's my new mission in life... operation mojo reclaimation. Too bad we can't start this operation for another year, but no worries. It's like i told my partner-in-riches... i need time to plan. muahahahahahahahahahahaha...

i'm wilin. memorial day in the 757. it's on...

errr... I'm in Vermont

No doubt this is by far the craziest, bravest, boldest, most random and strange thing i've ever done. I definitely couldn't turn down the opportunity, but damn if I ain't in Vermont right now. I'm still wrapping my brain around this. The natives were staring at me last night in the grocery store last night, and today in BB&B. Ya'll realize the little kids 'round these parts have only seen black people on ESPN? argh.

stolen quote

"being deeply loved by someone gives you stregnth; deeply loving someone gives you courage." - lao tzu

if i've learned nothing else this past year, i've learned that lesson to be true.
i jacked this quote from D's travel blog. Leave it to her to provide just the right words. She is the coolest. She is currently living the vagabond life while simultaneously carving her niche in the corporate world. bitch is bad.

hyped

I am soooooooooo hyped to get on the road and get to VT!
it's fierce right now.

recommendation

i meant to put this on blast a minute ago, but Pink's new album, I'm Not Dead is good for driving around with the windows down and you feel like singing to yourself. I posted the lyrics to "I got money now" on my other blog (which features lyrics to songs in the current rotation; 'cause i'm cerebral and i listen to the words).

love, peace, and buddha to all my peoples.

chillin' hard

the beast was back this semester, but now i'm taking a rest. straight chillin'. i have this wonderdul routine going... wake up. pee. realize that i don't have to be anywhere. smile. go back to bed. wake up. contemplate meaning of life. sleep. wake up. contemplate the punks in my life. sleep. wake up. contemplate the ridiculously exciting things in my life. sleep. wake up. ponder logistics and plans of execution of afrementioned ridiculously exciting things. sleep. wake up with hunger pains. wish for female live-in chef. watch young & the restless, and b&b. get up. starving.

speaking of Y&R... after 'bout 10 years, is Neil finally gonna find out Lily ain't his kid? wasn't i in the 7th grade when that storyline started?

anyway, so all this contemplation is good for the mind. sort of a cleansing process. a chance to clear the cobwebs. buddha help too. that's all i got to say about that. back to chillin'.

let go and let buddha

Laughing Buddha

Knucklehead

it ended rather abruptly via text message.
"yo... you gone?"

i thought i was just being patient with him. waiting for the right moment to be honest with him. waiting for the courage to confess all those feelings that i never share. but the right moment never came. so what do i do with the truth of the matter?...

everything i know about relationships I learned from love jones: "let it go... and just walk away."

clarity on relationships (mildly foggy)

B-school has been good for me. all of a sudden i can think on things with an odd clarity. like all the things that used to trouble me seem amazingly simple now. this is especially true with relationships. First, I gotta give props to Te. She's my #1 homegirl. She cracks me up. I would've lost my fool crazy mind by now if she weren't in this program. she could probably say the same. she's gonna let me be in her wedding. she's a good friend. we look out for each other.
Then there's Knucklehead, yeah, Kucklehead's back ya'll. Knucklehead's getting married. woooooooow. ummm...that's all i have to say about that. good luck to ya bro.
Ah... then there's the Missus. If I could see her and talk to her and tell her all the things i've figured out, I'd feel better. That's the honest truth and that's all there is to it. Just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Patiently.
I can also think of a few associates I need to call up. Work on slowly converting some of these associates to friends. I'll be in touch.

thanks

i am grateful for my friends. they be looking out for me. they are many, and i am lucky to have them.

to live and die in LA

don't get me wrong... i was born in VA. my family has been in VA since slavery. i know VA. i bleed VA blood. But right now, i'm in cali and tonight i was wilin' out in club 740 in downtown LA. i spent the whole damn day reminiscing about my time in LA. i watch the OC like it was actually a decent TV show 'cause on thursday nights i get to see cali on tv. there's a reason why folks decide to take part in the urban sprawl that is LA. i know i'ma catch a lot of shit from VA folks (mainly my little brother) 'cause VA/757 folks don't understand why i love cali so much, to be honest, neither do I. maybe it's the palm trees, the pacific, the blue skies, the perfect weather, the laid back lifestyle, the distance from all my east coast peoples with all their drama and all their expectations... somehow i found my way out here when i was 19 years old. right now, i wonder why i ever bothered to go back to VA. don't get me wrong, i love my family and i'm proud of the fact that the Winstons and the Rileys have been holding Hampton, VA down since slavery. i will always bleed Virginia blood, and tomorrow I gotta get back on a plance back to ORF, back to 757, back to W&M, but i love me some in & out burgers... i love the sight of the sun setting over the pacific enough to tattoo it on my back, and at the end of the day... i'm going going back back to cali cali cali.

one shining moment

i haven't really been watching the games the way I used to, but i still look forward to 'one shining moment.' i wonder if someone else will sing it this year now that luther is dead (or was he did he die before last year's OSM? i dunno.) i still think teddy pendergrass's version was best. it's always better when duke wins the tourney. the year hampton beat iowa state and tarvis williams picked up coach merfield also made me shed a tear. i doubt i'll cry this year... but i'll be watching.

wanted by the NYC transit police

i jumped a turnstile and got yelled at. that's gangsta.

i also got interview for a documentary. all official and what not, by a real live graduate student of broadcast journalism.

i am the coolest.