Testing Blogging From My Blackberry

In an effort to try and blog more I have setup blogger to receive e-mailed blogs. Hopefully this will work well enough for me to do this more regularly. More often than not it seems I find myself in situations that would be ideal for texting. But as I seem to be the only one of my friends that is actually in to that sort of thing I often wait minutes\hours for a response. If at all that day or period. So, here I am trying something else that will force me to dump my thoughts out there for the world. If not as always I will do what I can.

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Must be something in the air...

Two posts in one month.  Must be a blue moon or something.  Actually this is mostly just a place holder.  Away for me to get the stuff out of my head that I was actually going to blog about but never got around to it.  It's my goal to work through each topic piece by piece until they all get posted.

I Must Be Grown Part II
Back in Decemeber I thought I got jipped by a impromtu visit to the eye doctor.  Because I spent almost $300 for eye glasses.  Again being grown means I just pay for the shit I need rather than wait for things to get worse.  Truth is though I didn't get jipped I probably got over or broke even.

I Must Be Grown Part III
I decided to take the plunge last year and seriously search for a house.  That's right it was my mission to become a home owner.  In California no less.  And it worked.  I must have looked at 30 houses.  My real estate agent and I literally felt like we had adventures during our search.  If only because of the crazy shit in peoples homes that we encountered.

The Fuck Am I Doin'...
I went to high school with the twins on the cover of the January issue of Black Enterprise.  I literally did a double take after I tossed it on the bed in my studio.  "WTF, that looks like Sean and Shane.  Oh shit, It is..."  And yes I did know them while in HS.  We had classes together and graduated the same year.  Which makes us all the same age.  So yeah I was all so like, "WTF am I doin'...?"

I Must Be Grown Part IV
So it took me three times but I finally found a condo.  Three times as in I bid on three places.  Burbank (which had an amazing view), Sherman Oaks (but the seller was dick) and finally my current undisclosed location in the SF Valley.  Almost bid on another place in SO but I found this place.  And then I had to sign docs three times.  Felt like I bought 3 places.  But that's another story.

The Cost of Ownership
Ok, I didn't know how much blinds cost and I spent way to much.  I just didn't know.  I paid a copy to install them and everything.  Who knew?  A life lesson for the future.

People Suck or Postal Problems
There was a weird incident at my local post office.  I witnessed most of it but got out of there as quick as I could.  Not out of fear or anything severe annoyance.  It ended with the lady (the customer) demanding that the police be called she was not leaving until she got an apology from the lady that hung on her on the phone when she called earlier whose name she didn't get.  Right.  Give me my package, I'm out.  If only because I don't want to have to be the one to explain to the police how much of an unreasonable bitch this lady was being.

And then there was guy a week or so later that seemed to be headed in the same direction by demanding a supervisor.  Thankfully all I had to do was check my box.  I didn't witness enough of this to tell if he was being as ridiculuous as the first lady.  But hell I got the impress that that was how it was going down.

Authorized
It's official my poetry book Precious Veyonne Belief is finally available for purchase.  You can find it on Lulu, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and problem some other outlets I am completely unaware of.  I think I found it on Target once believe it or not.  But they are part of the big 'A'.  Now if some of you bastards would actuall buy it.  I'm so disgussed it with all of you right now.

*SIGH* moving on...

FedEx Sucks Ass
They are just terrible.  I did not say when I placed my order that my package could be left at my neighbors.  I DID NOT.  And I know they are wrong because the guy that brought me package number 3 the next day was headed toward the elevator when he thought I wasn't home.  Not my neighbors.  Funny how 3 items on the same order prompted 3 deliverys.  Two out of three being sent to the neighbors.  Lazy bastards just leave me a sticker like UPS so I can pick it up from the delivery center.  Bastards...
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Well, so far that's all I got.  If I can think of anything else I will post it.  Like said I plan telling the stories behind these topics as time go on.  Some of them will be longer than others.  Some shorter than expected.

Oh, before I forget DatFuule got me thinking about the one white chick I ever went on a date with.  Notice I said "date" and not "dated."  One date doesn't count as "dated" to me.  Damn, she was stacked.  I might post about it.  I might not.  It's only interesting as an example of flakiness and the weird dynamics of a supposed friendship.  But anyway.  Until next time...

Oh, and I did a colon cleanse back in June. But I should probably save that for The Thanksgiving Project...

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A Theory of Time

I know, I know it's been a while.  And to add insult to injury (figuratively speaking of course) Datfuule beat me to making a post for 2007.  Yeah 8 months in, an I'm making a New Year's blog.  Happy '07.  But thankfully in talking to Dat and my boy JAB recently I've been able to formulate a more compelling hypothesis for my thoughts on the passage of time.

Initially, since so much has happened since I last blogged, I was going to talk about how the passage of time seems to increase exponentially with age.  But as of this past week I at least have a better understanding as to why.

When you are a kid almost everything is new.  Or at the very least not so common to you.  There is almost always something new to experience so you don't have a frame of reference on the way time passes.  Not to mention the fact you almost always are working toward some eventual goal.  Mostly with your education.  You are trying to graduate from preschool, kindergarten, elementary, high school, etc  (of course you have other goals too but I'm trying to keep it simple).   Combine that with limited experience things seem to drag on forever.  When I was a child I thought 1979 would never end.  Consequently high school seemed to last much longer than college.  But they were both only 4 years long.

By the time you reach adulthood you have a frame of reference.  So a semester or even a year isn't nearly as long as you once perceived it to be.  Not to mention that for the most part you don't have the same goals you are working toward.  Most 9 to 5ers are working toward the weekend not a summer vacation.  Just get through work long enough to make it to the next holiday which, if you are lucky, gives you a 3 to 4 day weekend.  You aren't getting that 2 weeks for Christmas.  Unless you are really lucky.  Plus you are basically doing the same repetitive thing you do day in and day out with only slight variation.  Barely any real new knowledge or anything to disrupt your frame of reference.  You add all that together and the days seem to fade one into the other and next thing you know it's been almost 2 years since you've been to Seattle.  Another 3 since you started a new job and almost 8 since you moved from Atlanta.  All broken up by weekends, holidays, random sick days and the occasional week or so of vacation.

Thus as you get older the passage of time gives the appearance of accelerating the older you get.  Reminds me of the opposite effect (kinda sorta) in this comic book I read called Invincible.  In it the protagonist discovers that he is a half alien with super powers.  Think Superman if his father came with him to Earth to start a family with an Earth woman.  As a by product of his alien heritage he will age slower the older he gets.  As his father put it, "...you will be 500 years old by the time you start looking like you are 30."  As human beings we aren't nearly that lucky.  Sometimes I don't even think we should be.  But considering my theory it might be nice.

I'll be back soon.  And I promise it will be a lot sooner than 8 months.  No matter how fast time might appear to be moving for us...

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