DID I MISS THE REVOLUTION?

Was it televised?

I am simply marveling in the fact that an undecidedly unqualified, not exactly politically desirable candidate has made it to the “championship game,” and that said candidate is Black. Too rich. I am talking about what everyone is talking about: Alvin Greene. The dishonorably discharged unemployed veteran is making headlines for his lackadaisical campaigning in addition to his criminal charges. I guess gone are the days when Blacks have to be twice, or even three times as good as the next (white) man to make it.

I’m not applauding Greene’s criminal record (showing pornography to a 19-year-old college student). Nor am I too pleased with the fact that he did very little campaigning (he missed a couple of scheduled events)—even though he is unemployed (say what?). What I do like is this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that miracles do in fact happen; you see I had given up here recently, sans the Celtics loss to the Lakers and a number of other situations located closer to home than I would like…

Trying not to highlight the brother’s negative issues, but you have to admit, it seems crazy to have this much going against you and still be able to make the cut. It’s almost ridiculous. Still, I am slightly to almost partially inspired. You see if only for a moment in time, Alvin Greene is the reason you never give up—ever. You hang in there and fight the good fight until you are about to pass out. For decades there have been people of color who were clearly better choices for a job, politic office, buy a home—whatever, were turned down, turned out and turned away. Greene proves that sometimes, the underdog does win despite having a really bad case of fleas…

Axe.

Currently Listening To: Huggy Lowdown on the TJMS
Currently Reading: Internet news

BACKWARDS…(AND FORWARD)

Never leave the one you love for the one you like because the one you like may leave you for the one they love... ~Unknown

To quote one of my favorite singers, Anita Baker, “Sometimes we play the fool.” I got played. By WordPress.com. Let me preface this by saying I am not all that HTML, javascript or web savvy, so the “own-ness” is kinda on me. Still, I was drawn in by the flashy templates, sophisticated styles and the fact that friends, and “friends of friends” had WordPress blogs. But alas, almost a month later and I cannot get shit done. In order to change the text you have to download a text package of some sort—and that’s just the beginning of my problems. I went over to WordPress.org which is somehow akin to, but not the same as WordPress.com. And they tell you straight up (in fine print, hidden behind a couple of pages) that if you are not technically inclined, using their website may be difficult (sigh.)

So this is how I wind up BACK at Blogger.com, whom I had sworn off because I felt extremely limited in how I could express myself. I found the templates boring, outdated and severely lacking flexibility, especially with regards to photo and art positioning.

I am sad. I liken this feeling to returning to that old boyfriend I said I would never go back to. You know the one you have outgrown and you assuredly advise, “…it’s not you, it’s me.” While he says nothing as you walk away, the hurt look in his eyes says, “You’ll be back.” And though expressionless, you smugly say to yourself, “Like hell…”

However, in order to “make some things happen,” I gotta do what I gotta do—move back in with the old boyfriend, I mean blog. But I have, as my sister would say, “…an exit strategy in mind.” Feel free to check me, if say, by Labor Day, I have not made the switch and moved on to a bigger and better blog.

Axe

Currently Reading: Spike Lee’s She’s Gotta Have It: Inside Guerrilla Filmmaking by Spike Lee
Currently Listening To: Buddhist Chants