Perdidos
The sky was clear and the sun came in a flash, just as it had left the day before. The first order of business was food shopping. The order before that was to find the super market; Easier said than done. There is only one main road on the island but we missed the supermarket on several passes. "Un consultir por favor" was the order of the day as we asked for directions to the mythical market.
It was just as hectic as I imagined it would be with people from 3 different households. Four thousand limpera and a full shopping cart later we were back to the house. This particular trip required big guns so I ran back for the golf cart. I knew how to go forward but not reverse. I required help to figure out how to change gears. Once I got moving it felt just like my prius.
The security guard informed us that a fisherman would be coming in about an hour. That was 11am. Everyone failed to consider CPT. It was after 1 when we headed out to find some local produce and fish. We were roped in by the "only one road" mantra, it took us 3 hours to find the way.
We were richly rewarded once we arrived. At night we dined like kings: roasted red snapper, brazillian rice, fried plantains.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Honduras: Day 2
Exodus
The 2nd day kinda folds back to the 1st as I woke at shady Hotel Ceiba
Feeling quite cold; a sensation I had hoped I left under a foot of
snow in Brooklyn. Dunkin donuts was the first stop on the gringo
agenda. This was the low point of the day. It was like animals in the
zoo as locals passed by looking at us through the glass.
Before leaving the mainland it was time to head to a nearby
supermarket for some essentials. The most amazing part was the fresh
produce at super low prices. Honduran currency is about 18 or 20 to 1
US dollar, a 30 lempira pineapple is a godsend. Grocery shopping was done
with just enough time to hurriedly check-out and hop into a cab.
The cab took a circuitous route to the Ferry that was supposed to only
be 3 blocks or so away from the Hotel. The proximity of the docks to
the hotel was highly exaggerated. There was plenty of time to
purchase tickets and go through security. Two curious events occurred
with security. I was the only one during my time there who was
frisked. The booze was confiscated to deter any breakouts of boat
parties.
The ferry ride to roatan may soon be cooped by a theme park to replace
the death drop or superman: the ride. As the boat pulled from dock a
crew member handed out barf bags. I thought this was just a souvenir
of sorts till the boat really got moving, the reckless speed and
undulating waves made for one heck of a ride.
The downside to the ride was the marauding Texas grandmas who sat a
row away. The beef jerky-like tanned, tramp stamped, shit-talking duo
almost accomplished what the exhausting ride could not. Their
conversation ranged from make-up advice to the last biopsy. I was
really over with them when they went zoo exhibit on a tiny kid.
Perhaps it would be their reaction to any kid, which still doesn't
make it right.
Near the port of Roatan were two shipwrecks. I haven’t investigated
into the oddities as yes. The working theory is that they are there to
promote the growth of coral.
The ride to the house was windy and fairly treacherous at the un-policed
80k speeds around blind turns. This was only topped by the near
vertical drop down the dirt road to the garage which was still .5
miles from the house down an un-driveable boardwalk and dirt road.
Lunch was at a resort with multi-race babies at the preferred topic of
conversation. After lunch I kayaked and used the flinstone paddle-boat
machine for about 3 hours. The sun dropped closer to the horizon and
flashed green before it disappeared for good.
--
http://humandynamo.blogspot.com/
The 2nd day kinda folds back to the 1st as I woke at shady Hotel Ceiba
Feeling quite cold; a sensation I had hoped I left under a foot of
snow in Brooklyn. Dunkin donuts was the first stop on the gringo
agenda. This was the low point of the day. It was like animals in the
zoo as locals passed by looking at us through the glass.
Before leaving the mainland it was time to head to a nearby
supermarket for some essentials. The most amazing part was the fresh
produce at super low prices. Honduran currency is about 18 or 20 to 1
US dollar, a 30 lempira pineapple is a godsend. Grocery shopping was done
with just enough time to hurriedly check-out and hop into a cab.
The cab took a circuitous route to the Ferry that was supposed to only
be 3 blocks or so away from the Hotel. The proximity of the docks to
the hotel was highly exaggerated. There was plenty of time to
purchase tickets and go through security. Two curious events occurred
with security. I was the only one during my time there who was
frisked. The booze was confiscated to deter any breakouts of boat
parties.
The ferry ride to roatan may soon be cooped by a theme park to replace
the death drop or superman: the ride. As the boat pulled from dock a
crew member handed out barf bags. I thought this was just a souvenir
of sorts till the boat really got moving, the reckless speed and
undulating waves made for one heck of a ride.
The downside to the ride was the marauding Texas grandmas who sat a
row away. The beef jerky-like tanned, tramp stamped, shit-talking duo
almost accomplished what the exhausting ride could not. Their
conversation ranged from make-up advice to the last biopsy. I was
really over with them when they went zoo exhibit on a tiny kid.
Perhaps it would be their reaction to any kid, which still doesn't
make it right.
Near the port of Roatan were two shipwrecks. I haven’t investigated
into the oddities as yes. The working theory is that they are there to
promote the growth of coral.
The ride to the house was windy and fairly treacherous at the un-policed
80k speeds around blind turns. This was only topped by the near
vertical drop down the dirt road to the garage which was still .5
miles from the house down an un-driveable boardwalk and dirt road.
Lunch was at a resort with multi-race babies at the preferred topic of
conversation. After lunch I kayaked and used the flinstone paddle-boat
machine for about 3 hours. The sun dropped closer to the horizon and
flashed green before it disappeared for good.
--
http://humandynamo.blogspot.com/
Monday, February 15, 2010
Dispatch From Honduras: Day 1
This feels just like it used to when I worked in jersey and lived in
BK. The crack of dawn in another cold month as if the rest were just
dress rehearsals. The 4am alarm is like old hat and the calls from the
warm covers are barely distinguishable muffle by my luggage. This time
is different because Ia am off to a beautiful land and people; a long
way from the stripmalls and boredom of Parsippany.
Everything goes as planned and I find myself at lee's a half hour
early.Our merry band was soon off to Newark Airport where we dined on
the finest overpriced chain food. The second act came in the form of a
continental breakfast of egg and cheese and fruit. I was in and out of
consciousness for the entire flight.
A cab picked us up at the airport and we began our trek. We stopped off at a local joint, there was no menu, they just brought out food:
1. A spicy soup with jicama
2. some rice and beans
3. fried chicken
4. Thin strips of steak
5. Bread fruit
The ride from San Pedro was one big game of chicken on one lane roads
carrying two-way traffic. It was like the morning or afternoon drive
through any busy metropolis with road work, insane pedestrians and
crazier drivers.
Ceida a port city north of San Pedro was the destination for the
night. Hotel Ceidà , a 5 story hotel, which made motel 6 look like a
resort living was where I laid my head down for the night. The TV came
fully loaded with cable. I got to see Nate the Great win his 3rd
straight dunk contest.
Content with the only honor bestowed on a Knick these days I drifted
off to bed. A few hours later a foreign feeling came over me, there
was a chill in the air. I woke to the great delight of still having
most of my organs, to the reality of a 50 deg night, I wept a little
as I was forced to cover-up with a blanket.
--
http://humandynamo.blogspot.com/
BK. The crack of dawn in another cold month as if the rest were just
dress rehearsals. The 4am alarm is like old hat and the calls from the
warm covers are barely distinguishable muffle by my luggage. This time
is different because Ia am off to a beautiful land and people; a long
way from the stripmalls and boredom of Parsippany.
Everything goes as planned and I find myself at lee's a half hour
early.Our merry band was soon off to Newark Airport where we dined on
the finest overpriced chain food. The second act came in the form of a
continental breakfast of egg and cheese and fruit. I was in and out of
consciousness for the entire flight.
A cab picked us up at the airport and we began our trek. We stopped off at a local joint, there was no menu, they just brought out food:
1. A spicy soup with jicama
2. some rice and beans
3. fried chicken
4. Thin strips of steak
5. Bread fruit
The ride from San Pedro was one big game of chicken on one lane roads
carrying two-way traffic. It was like the morning or afternoon drive
through any busy metropolis with road work, insane pedestrians and
crazier drivers.
Ceida a port city north of San Pedro was the destination for the
night. Hotel Ceidà , a 5 story hotel, which made motel 6 look like a
resort living was where I laid my head down for the night. The TV came
fully loaded with cable. I got to see Nate the Great win his 3rd
straight dunk contest.
Content with the only honor bestowed on a Knick these days I drifted
off to bed. A few hours later a foreign feeling came over me, there
was a chill in the air. I woke to the great delight of still having
most of my organs, to the reality of a 50 deg night, I wept a little
as I was forced to cover-up with a blanket.
--
http://humandynamo.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Broken
It's tough out there for everyone right now. I am sure everyone has heard the sad stories of people losing job or being stuck in crappy ones. Whether it is low pay, bad commute or just a crappy day, we have all been there.
Keysie was venting to me today and inspired this poem.
Aching from years of neglect
A dick, a bitch, a tool, a fool, My boss
Dead-ended due this economy
fucked up from the philosophy
See this is my cross to bear
while fat cats have no care
living large,bailed out on my dollar
take the path of college, be a scholar
now I am stuck in the middle
paying the way for those who diddle
back ache from each bump i travel
riding the pine with the rabble
Broken but not beaten
the battle is lost
the war is not over
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Holiday Flowetry
The holidays tend to be tough for lots of people and it proved to be difficult for me as well. It is a time to be with family and friends and we all know that the people we care about most are the ones who screw with our heads the most. I don't have basketball during the winter to get my frustrations out so I turn to my poetry. There is a lot more stuff to come, but, this is what is ready right now.
Strange Times
We living in strange times
Black president in white house
While black residents cant buy one
still in hoods and red lined
Checkbooks balanced with red lines
Wars in the name of Freedom
Battles in the name of peace
Brave souls "stoplossed"
Hundred thousand of their lives lost
To revenge 3 thousand of our own
No longer reserved
Now your chance to serve
Your city Your country the world
Peace prize handed to a man at war
At war with the world his party
and common sense
Things aint be so common since
That fateful day that scarred us all
Bravado is no more the norm
Wound still fresh and sore
We will never heal in the strange times
Scars are peeled exposing the raw
Time to treat that wound
Bring the nightmare to an end
Choices...
Everyday we on the run
From the hustla on the corner
To the corner office
Playing the game of life
Got a choice to leave the hood
On the slab of the coroner
Or a Primetime baller
Chance is on the first
Unless you can "Just do it"
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
First outing alone
I don't usually roll anywhere unless I am with someone. I in fact did this somewhat reluctantly. It just feels weird to be completely solo; I’ve heard that people like to go where everybody knows your name. The one exception to all of this is when I take long walks through the city. Here I am at the tea lounge with a cup of chai - in a seat for one - waiting for the show to begin.
A two man band with a beatbox artist and a guitar player, sounds like a decent idea. What if this bad also guest starred a belly dancer; A 5'7 beauty that moved to the beatbox as if it were her heartbeat. I believe this is the closest approximation to heaven that I will ever see.
I was pleasantly surprised when her "twin" came on stage for a solo performance. I actually wasn't sure this was a different person, as she went by the same name, till I saw the hummingbird tattoo that adorned her back and right side. To close out the set the set of "twins" came out to do a performance in stereo. Yeah.
The guys with the instruments were also talented. I hear that they will be at BAM this Saturday. I hope they bring the twins.
I went to the pisser during intermission and drew the one with the broken lock. Pissing with the door open, my dreams have come true. I hear the door open and shut midstream. When I walk out I am pleasantly surprised that it was a chick I'd noticed earlier.
As I passed my I let her know about the lock. She went in to verify my information then walked out and stood outside looking perplexed. Noticing a damsel in distress I doubled back and offered my security services. She accepted my offer to guard the door for her, unfortunately, I was not able to turn this masterpiece of chivalry into bedding her. I am still disappointed to this day. She had 2 friends who were just as good looking, my loss.
After the music and dancing I didn't want to head home so I chased the chai with a glass of Proseco. I didn't find any answers at the bottom of the glass and there wasn't another act coming so I headed home.
Noble
The right and the just
Cause and title of the righteous
The Kings and the Ghandis
Peace makers and freedom fighters
War presidents and escalating troops
Half lies and half truth
Secret wars and collateral damage
A democracy failing
Its people and its ideal
Old men cast young lives
The dedicated the valiant
The last option to topple tyrants
Still nothing Nobel in war
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Gap
There has recently been a lot of lamenting about the economy and for good reason. The list of obvious ills is well known, but what the heck:
- Unemployment is up
- Savings rates are in the negatives
- Foreclosures at record rates
- US deficits are sky-high
These are only symptoms of larger problems in our society and government; problems that we can all see and sense and agree on. I have to borrow an idea from my favorite MSNBC host Rachel Maddow. She has previously noted that there are certain issues that are so inflammatory that both ends of the political spectrum take sharp turns and run into each other.
I mention this because the tea parties have a lot of things right. Where we depart company is the focal point of their righteous anger is the government where I would say it’s the corporations. Our government has been corrupted by capitalism.
Our economy at this point and for the years I've been around has been designed so we serve it. We have been sold a bill of goods that equates company and Wall Street profits to economic success. This is the continuation of trickle-down theory which refuses to die even after being proven wrong. Trickle-down is the cousin of disaster capitalism for which the cannibalism phase is a natural outgrowth.
This has become all too real to me recently over the last 6 months as people close to me have lost their jobs. This has ranged from recent college grads to my mom who has been working forever. These people have or will be without health insurance as long as they are without jobs. It is getting easier and easier to fall through the gaps in our society as the social safety nets have been completely shredded. I believe it is time for us to reassess our social contracts and constructs, to refocus our energies on supporting and advancing individuals over corporations. To continue to have these gaps is irresponsible, embarrassing and just plain stupid. It’s time to fill in the gaps.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I and Love and You
I've re-entered the dating scene after what has been a long hiatus; actually I am not even sure that I can consider what I used to do as dating. So far I have met and gone out with two women. The first one was one and done; the story of the second is still being written.
The first thing I've realized in this newfound dating life is that my lifestyle is not conducive to meeting eligible women:
- I have weird hours
- I'm about 60 in my head
- I'm quite timid on first contact
The weird hours are an obvious detriment. I end up being a complete bore as I wake at 5am and am unable to effectively communicate after 9:12pm. I'm home at 4:30 most days at which point I never feel like dragging myself to a happy hour and such. Half the time I feel like strangling someone who cut me off or people who park like assholes on my block.
I'm obviously still a spry 28 year old but which 28 year old uses "spry" to refer to themselves. I'm pretty steady and reliable and I tend to carry myself that way. My first choice of a car was a sensible hybrid, I only considered spinners after I saw my cousin's fisher price first Escalade. I like a good drink in moderation - I'm getting bored describing how boring I am.
I've always joked that I would take Martha Stewart over Alicia Keys, but, I am beginning to think I may like older women; someone more my speed. I would come home after a long day and I would call Martha over for a glass of red wine. We'd have some small talk about politics, food and the undue corporate influence in our society and both of us would be tuckered out at 9 or so.
The last and certainly not the least of my problems is that I am shy on first contact. I also can't understand rejection or being rejected. I am sure that I am better than 98% of the bozos out their yet I have experienced rejection. What is worse is the type of rejection I've been party to.
I feel like I have been dealt the weirdo card a couple times. Kinda like the pimple you find on your nose and ignore with the hope it just realizes it isn’t welcomed. It would have been easier on me if I got a call that went something like this: "I realize that you're a great guy and you would be wonderful for me, but I'm whack. I don't want you to waste anymore of your valuable time on a lost cause like me. Goodbye." It doesn't have to be word for word but you get the idea.
I've been given lots of advice along the way. The best has been to regain my confidence. To do that I must come to the realization that I am the most interesting man in the world. I started off that quest by finding interesting things about myself, everything, and then breaking some of my tendencies. I started with a trip to a semi local bar and am trying to actively engage people I meet at the green market. I am sure that this is like anything else, it takes work. Eventually I will reach the point where I find someone I can say those words to "I and Love and You."
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Txting iz cool
My G1 introduced me to texting and I have been hooked ever since. I am now a crazy texting monkey. I've been a victim of mistaken identity quite a lot lately and gotten crazy texts as a results, enjoy.
I am not sure who this is, but, this person decided to share the following words of wisdom.
Random Text: Batman Must sound incredibly gay in Fance. Think how he must sound with a french accent, Je suis Batman! (I am Batman!)
Yet another random texting jewel.
Random Texter: Hello =)
(It's rare for someone to start a text to me with a smiley face)
Me: Hi. Sorry, I don't recognize the number...
(I tend not to remember things.)
Random Texter: Lol cuz u don't have it..lol it's anthony
- Re: Hi. Sorry, I don't recognize the number...
(What is up with all the lols? Also, the only Anthony I know, I hate. Give me my damn basketball back!)
Me: Anthony? I am at a loss here
(Really, I want my damn basketball back!)
Random Texter: Lol from brooklyn ur boo on the low ur 5th grade boyfriend
- Re: Anthony? I am at a loss here
(My boo you say? There is the damn "lol" again. Boyfriend, boyfriend? Having a boyfriend at some point in my life would likely be something I would remember)
Me: Yeah. You have the wrong number
Random Texter: Oppz sry lol
- Re: Yeah. You have the wrong number
(Really dude. "Oppz sry lol" I know I can't spell or construct full sentences, but that is ridiculous. "lol," really, "lol?")
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Rhode Island Adventurer
Spent some time with Larry, my Brother, his wife and my niece this weekend. We all took a last minute trip to Rhode Island to frolic on seaweed filled beaches and trying not to fall off cliffs. I would love to write all about the adventures but I am too lazy right now.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Waxing Poetic
Visited Baltimore this past weekend. I visited the Great Black in Wax Museum while I was there and was inspired to write this poem. I didn't know what to expect when I went to the Museum but figured it was some soft-shoe around history that focused on "accomplishments." All I knew before going there was that they had Obama in wax so I prepared myself for the worst. It's still very rough, but, it's probably best kept this way.
Ripped from lives, land and loved ones
Betrayed by own, handed to the man
Shackled minds and bodies
Tortured, raped and dismembered
Remembered languages, religions and customs
Left on distant shores
For the land of the FREE, LIBERTY, JUSTICE
Broken minds, spirits and backs
From sun up to sun down and again
Land of opportunity only cause others lack
Wealth of nations owed to every crack of 9 tails
Picket fences, backyards and 2.5 kids
Built on hundreds of years of hopes and tears
Jim Crowed and left back
Force fed and then crack
Hits the streets with Strawberries, 9s
Now cops on the beat
With firearms aimed and night sticks
Swinging free
Like the strange fruit hanging, limbs loose
Create our own middle passage
Packed in Ghettoes and slums
Gunned down by fellow brothers
For whips, ice and pride
Past lost in the hustle
Ripped from Lands, Lovers
Betrayed by fellow brothers
Land of the FREE, LIBERTY, JUSTICE
Built at the tip of 9 tails
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Where do your Health Care Premiums go?
CEO compensation compiled by the AMA in an article about the hard times hitting health care CEOs.
http://www.ama-assn.org/amednews/2009/images/gbisc0601a.pdf
http://www.ama-assn.org/amednews/2009/images/gbisc0601a.pdf
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The Health Care Debate Part 1
America needs Universal, Single-payer, and “Socialized" health system. That was likely the most anticlimactic statement; I'm a big lefty and everyone knows that. Before I go on I must note that no plan being currently considered meets these criteria. There are many reasons to switch to the system I want; at the same time I realize some have concerns.
I will not every pay any attention to the unrealistic/outrageous questions that some ask.
The Other side:
1. How much is this expansion going to cost us?
The short answer is less. The long answer is that we don't know. The fact is that we already have the highest healthcare costs and the poorest outcomes in the "developed" world. Countries with Universal systems use their bargaining power to rein in costs. For instance the very same drugs cost less in Canada; savings range from 20 -45%.
2. What about long waits? I've heard they ration in Canada and those other socialist Lands.
Health insurance already rations. We judge people's worth to society based on their pocketbook. Fat cats get the best treatment. Health insurance workers decide whether people should have based on their bottom line, they even have metrics that are judged by Wall Street money in/payments for procedures.
3. Those damned illegals will use it!
"Illegals" already use the emergency rooms and that comes directly from you and I. The point is to formally account for these costs. Its best to treat people before a minor thing escalates into something more dangerous. Treating all with respect and the best care is the compassionate thing to do.
4. The government can't run anything!
We come together as a society because the whole is greater than the sum of our parts. The government is not a mythical giant living on Capitol Hill, we are the government. Our family members serve in the armed services, post offices and fire houses. All of these are government agencies that play vital roles in our everyday lives and do so admirably.
5. I'm happy with my Doctor can I still see her/him?
Hopefully. Many doctors over the years have shifted between and off the various Health Insurance plan. This is a free country, just as you want a choice of plans; Doctors want the freedom to move between networks.
Health care is a right, without it, life is not possible, liberty and happiness cannot be pursued. Right now we are carelessly discussing and calculating the worth of those without health insurance. People are standing up and shouting that fellow Americans are not good enough. I believe our obligation to protect Americans should go beyond military might; the health of everyone on our soil is just as significant.
I will not every pay any attention to the unrealistic/outrageous questions that some ask.
The Other side:
1. How much is this expansion going to cost us?
The short answer is less. The long answer is that we don't know. The fact is that we already have the highest healthcare costs and the poorest outcomes in the "developed" world. Countries with Universal systems use their bargaining power to rein in costs. For instance the very same drugs cost less in Canada; savings range from 20 -45%.
2. What about long waits? I've heard they ration in Canada and those other socialist Lands.
Health insurance already rations. We judge people's worth to society based on their pocketbook. Fat cats get the best treatment. Health insurance workers decide whether people should have based on their bottom line, they even have metrics that are judged by Wall Street money in/payments for procedures.
3. Those damned illegals will use it!
"Illegals" already use the emergency rooms and that comes directly from you and I. The point is to formally account for these costs. Its best to treat people before a minor thing escalates into something more dangerous. Treating all with respect and the best care is the compassionate thing to do.
4. The government can't run anything!
We come together as a society because the whole is greater than the sum of our parts. The government is not a mythical giant living on Capitol Hill, we are the government. Our family members serve in the armed services, post offices and fire houses. All of these are government agencies that play vital roles in our everyday lives and do so admirably.
5. I'm happy with my Doctor can I still see her/him?
Hopefully. Many doctors over the years have shifted between and off the various Health Insurance plan. This is a free country, just as you want a choice of plans; Doctors want the freedom to move between networks.
Health care is a right, without it, life is not possible, liberty and happiness cannot be pursued. Right now we are carelessly discussing and calculating the worth of those without health insurance. People are standing up and shouting that fellow Americans are not good enough. I believe our obligation to protect Americans should go beyond military might; the health of everyone on our soil is just as significant.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Donnie Darco
A Respose to Knicks Punk'd You...
I believe the trade was an honest mistake made by Donnie Walsh. He isn't trying to form the future of the Knicks, a run and gun team, fact is reaching into their past. What he wants to do is recreate the old 90s teams. He admired the toughness and the blue collar type attitude of the Oakman. In awe of the bruising style of AnthonyMason. and the inability of Charles Smith to make just 1 basket.
It seems that Walsh got to watching old tapes of the Knickerbockers sharpening their elbows on the likes of the Pacers and Bulls. See, he meant to get Miletich and not Milicic.
Miletich, who came up with the fighting system, seemed like exactly what the the team needed to fill the middle. He would be the intimidating force the Knicks would build a defensive force around. It was an honest mistake that neither Darko nor Walsh should be blamed for.
I believe the trade was an honest mistake made by Donnie Walsh. He isn't trying to form the future of the Knicks, a run and gun team, fact is reaching into their past. What he wants to do is recreate the old 90s teams. He admired the toughness and the blue collar type attitude of the Oakman. In awe of the bruising style of AnthonyMason. and the inability of Charles Smith to make just 1 basket.
It seems that Walsh got to watching old tapes of the Knickerbockers sharpening their elbows on the likes of the Pacers and Bulls. See, he meant to get Miletich and not Milicic.
Miletich, who came up with the fighting system, seemed like exactly what the the team needed to fill the middle. He would be the intimidating force the Knicks would build a defensive force around. It was an honest mistake that neither Darko nor Walsh should be blamed for.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Mugging (Dont Get Caught up)
Jeans pressed to impress
Tie on so I can be fly
Ensemble tight to make the right
impression
The hair is lined just sharp can be
Perhaps this time will be different
I get noticed as soon as I walk in
"Ooo someone is Fancy"
"I knew it was a special day"
They part so we are close
Small talk prevails
Drinks and Dance come next
Get close not sure what to expect
despite best efforts still nil
its chill but no love returned
now night over, feeling bummed
shunned and stunned and done
Beat down and robbed of my dignity
Pity but today was no different
and neither will the next
There is always hope
A recipe for getting caught up
Tie on so I can be fly
Ensemble tight to make the right
impression
The hair is lined just sharp can be
Perhaps this time will be different
I get noticed as soon as I walk in
"Ooo someone is Fancy"
"I knew it was a special day"
They part so we are close
Small talk prevails
Drinks and Dance come next
Get close not sure what to expect
despite best efforts still nil
its chill but no love returned
now night over, feeling bummed
shunned and stunned and done
Beat down and robbed of my dignity
Pity but today was no different
and neither will the next
There is always hope
A recipe for getting caught up
Monday, June 22, 2009
Pirate!
I clearly do not have enough going on in my life, between packing for my move, hunting for a used car, working 10+ hour days, and becoming Senior Software energy through attrition. Newly inspired by USA network's replay of the pirate movies I set forth on a mission of great importance: find new pirate references on the Internet. Early on in my search I found a pirate name generator. The site requires that you answer a few questions, to gauge you pirate personality. It churns these through some complex algorithms, and then supplies you with a name.
I am proud to introduce you to : Black Marty Rackham. This got my wheels a turning, in fact I became very disappointed in myself. Somehow I had overlooked the fact that I was never graced with a pirate name, I had also failed to give one to my peoples.
Time to rectify...
LBO : Lord IronLeg la Bouff
Y-O : Captain Redbeard the Feared
AK : Alvilda Gunpowder the Konquerer
X : Barbarossa der Tantzer
DJ : Sir Diabolito Skillz
RK: Mad Abednego the Fierce
Jron: Sir Ronald of Morgan
Arrr! tis a fearsome crew.
I am proud to introduce you to : Black Marty Rackham. This got my wheels a turning, in fact I became very disappointed in myself. Somehow I had overlooked the fact that I was never graced with a pirate name, I had also failed to give one to my peoples.
Time to rectify...
LBO : Lord IronLeg la Bouff
Y-O : Captain Redbeard the Feared
AK : Alvilda Gunpowder the Konquerer
X : Barbarossa der Tantzer
DJ : Sir Diabolito Skillz
RK: Mad Abednego the Fierce
Jron: Sir Ronald of Morgan
Arrr! tis a fearsome crew.
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