I'm riding home on the train tonight after hanging out with Mike Lake. In pops this Snoop Dog looking man with his cornrows and a very *glazed look* in his eyes ~ walkman blaring and just groovin' along. He manages to find a seat beside a distinguished older black woman in a nice tweed suit on her cell phone. The man proceeds to GROOVE along really hard as we proceed to the next station. The woman beside him exclaims, "Will you sit still?" "Huh?" the guy replies. The woman then exclaims again, "Will you sit still please? You're making me crazy!!!" The guy answers quite nicely, "I-ight. I'm just jamming to my tunes here. I just turned 40 -- wanna stay young and all." The woman, just as nice, retorts, "I'm 55 ... and YOU'RE MAKING ME CRAZY!" She then proceeds with her phone call on her cell phone. I just try to keep myself under control. It wasn't easy.

dc cr*ckerspeak.

in this world of partybois et. al. you come across a certain and very distinct vernacular. SKETCH doesn't necessarily mean a 'rough drawing' of any sort. a QUARTER isn't necessarily a US 25-cent coin. And CRACKIN' certainly doesn't refer to 'the breaking down into smaller molecules'. well, hmm, other things could be breaking down, but we won't go into that right now ...

the word(s) for today: GOING THRU IT

i had to think about this for a bit. what is 'IT'? going through some *changes* maybe? going through a wide range of *emotions* perhaps? whatever it is -- you're going through *SOMETHING*!!! call me lucky, but i have come across more people GOING THRU IT than i ever expected or needed to this past week - myself included. we all know what causes these *things* so i will not elaborate. just keep in mind -- when you come across anyone GOING THRU IT -- don't take it literally. give them space. let them vent. give them a blank stare, apply zero emotion to it and play along! it's all good. they're really not crazy or over the edge ... just yet. THAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT WEEK! ;-)

Random thought:

cr*ckin all night = sketchy behavior

duh!

It's saturday afternoon and I'm at the 'rent's house. Wow -- I haven't seen them since like Thanksgiving. I haven't even stopped by to say hello after their month-long trip to the Philippines ~ they came back last month. Erm -- they only live in Bowie (no more than 35 minutes from my house in DC)!!! I'm bad -- I dunno -- they just stress me out. Of course it's all of my own doing. They're just happy to see me, really. I could, though, make the effort to see and speak to them more often. Bad son! BAD SON!

this was such a rough week. did my typical weekend shenanigans. went to work on monday and then flew down to fort lauderdale / miami to attend the last event of the *winter party* and hear dj rob harris spin a set in a dj showcase. immediately flew back that am to go to work only to find out that the worst storm of the year shut down the entire northeast and JFK -- our hub. we got diversions galore at washington-dulles and i was stuck at work well until after 10pm. i was NOT feeling cute one bit! it's friday and i'm trying to work my way out of *working* until 5:30pm. It's almost 3:00pm now. we won't go into the fact that i went out the night before and didnt' get home until after 3:30am! it would be so nice to actually just be able to sleep as long as i would like to one of these days. i have no one to blame but myself -- i know -- i just feel like whining.

Again – I’ve been lagging on this whole BLOG thinggy. It’s been a few months after the big SF-fallout incident. I survived - that's all that really matters. Changes are probably the big theme of the moment. It’s the beginning of March now and we are on the verge of spring. Good times, right? Well – maybe…