Revelations

Revelations(n): The act of revealing or disclosing or Something revealed, especially a dramatic disclosure of something not previously known or realized. Revelations is my outlet for expressing ideas or thought-provoking knowledge i've acquired that I feel is worth sharing as entertainment or enlightenment. Enjoy! Moluv

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Teens Share Their Story

Brave young teens learn from their mistakes and decide to share them with the world and educate others. HIV Infected teens share their story. See link below.
http://desires.com/1.4/Sex/Docs/aids.html

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

The Walking Ad

Today's youth involuntarily took on a new roll and occupation that ironically cost them big bucks, instead of getting paid for their effortless work. Fall high school fashion this year is colorfully loud, obvious, and somewhat annoying. I'm talking about the clothing that turns a teen into a walking advertisement. A typical outfit for the males is the varsity Rocawear jacket, Akedemics shirt, Enyce jeans, and Jordan sneakers. Not to mention the oversize baseball caps with every single basketball team annouced on it and the nike bookbag. For the females you can fine them sporting a rocawear denim jacket, a tight enyce shirt, super tight pepe jeans, and again either jordans or uptowns, or maybe even some new balances. Let's not forget the accesories like the bag, either a fake coach purse or a baby phat bookbag.
WHY can i mention to you every single brand on their body? Because at a single glance these "Hip Hop" brands will bounce off the fabric and capture your eye forcing you to read the labels, patches, engravings, stitchings, etc.
Now if only we could get these teens to walk around with shirts that said "pratice safe sex", "don't use drugs", "stay in school", "vote", "read", "pray", "smile"....you get the point.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

What Do You Read?

http://usinfo.state.gov/usa/blackhis/pwtalk03.htm
Very interesting. A discussion on the "urban" books, by black authors and it's market. How fast they sell and why....check it out.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004


Baby Ej and Mo Posted by Hello

BLOG-DICTED

I'M ADDICTED. I Arrive at work, sit at my desk, eat my bagel and drink my tea, check for messages, and then I BLOG. It began as something to pass the time, then it turned into a NEED. Reading other folks blogs sooths the nosey body in me. It's like listening to a conversation on the bus. You pretend to stare out the window, but you are really focused on paying attention to those two seated behind you who are chatting about someone else's life. Geez, how interesting the "he said, she said" business be? VERY!
So my new term for the day is...BLOG-DICTED- A severe disorder of the fingertips and eyes which develop an urgent need for blogging. Symptoms might be formulating conventional human emotion and thought into a well organized commentary.

Monday, September 13, 2004

A Book Preview

Again, here is another shameless plug for a novel that isn't even complete yet. I've decided to give a sneak peek. Here are bits and pieces of my lastest project and creation, check it out, and definitely let me know what you think.

Chapter one: the decision
"NO HE DIDN'T! No-He-Fucking-Didn't" Alyssa muttered through her clinched teeth. Redialing his number she thought to herself, this is the LAST time he hangs up on me. As his voicemail picked up, she swallowed the lump in her throat and began that speech she practiced so many times before. He obviously shut it off after this last argument. "It's 3:08 am, I don’t have the time or the will to keep up with this anymore Wilson. I'm done. You understand?” a now crying Alyssa stoddard into the voicemail. Holding her breath a few moments longer she decided it would be best to just hang up without saying much more, although her heart felt so much more and her mind raced with thoughts and questions.

Alright, that's all you get, gotta keep somethings a secret and leave in some surprises. By the way i'm currently working on chapter seven. I'll let you know how it's going.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

another poem

victim of love
unfortunate soul,
young heart gone old.
It's cold in here
from where i sit
Alone.
Alone and afraid
because alone is always safe.
Alone in my special little place
Where i don't have to look into your face.
My love and emotions misplaced
somewhere outside my heart-
unreachable-
un-hurt-able
beyond your grasp.
safely placed to aviod hurt.
It holds back,
from the very impulses,
urges that drive it, it denies.
Afraid to love.
funny, buy my love is in fact afriad to love.
it's afraid of itself.
afraid to experience what only purpose it has.
afraid of its capacity,
of its capablity.
afraid to develop.
afraid to experience love.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Oh yeah!

I forgot to mention in the "update" post that i'm attempting to write a fiction book. The motivation and inspiration was brought upon by a friend who recently sent me the website which showcases his first novel. I immediately ordered the book, read it, enjoyed it, and set off to create my own novel. I'm excited with what i've come up with so far and although it's still in it's early stages i'd appreciate it if someone could offer some info on getting published or getting a book deal. Please pass the knowledge on this way. I'm on a mission folks, and if you enjoy visiting my blog, then i promise you'll enjoy and relate to this book. That's my shameless plug for a book that isn't even complete yet.

Five Rules

Remember these five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.
2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.
3. Live simply and appreciate what you already possess.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

It's been a while

Well, i've been prettying busy making moves and even though i've thought about my blog, i havent really come across anything interesting to add. But since it's been a while i'll just entertain you with an update on myself and the world around me.

My best friend just had a baby girl...she's absolutely adorable. I got to see her seconds after she was brought into this wild world. The first thoughts in my mind, besides random, scrabbled spurts of joy and excitement was that she look like snow white. Pure, precious, snow white skin, jet black hair, and red little lips. It's always exciting to be part of the ceremony of life and imagine that i myself was brought into the world the same way. I can only imagine what this new birth will mean to the world and how she will evolve. It's crazy how time stops to deliever a new miracle of life even though the world continues with it's regularly scheduled death, diease, war, economic, law-making, life altering, technologically advancing activities.

On another note, I just got my own place and i'm pretty damn proud of myself. My son and I now have a two bedroom apartment in the same neighborhood i grew up in. Although, i'll have a big empty living room for a while, i'm estatic, and envisioning the decor, the color scheme, the furniture, the curtains, and of course creating a safe comfortable place for my son to grow in.
So this is just another blessing to add to my accomplishments. I have a degree, a job i enjoy, my own place, and a little boy who puts a smile on my face every morning. Thank you God...and thank you to all those positive people around me who support me and stand behind me.

EJ. Seven months have gone by so quickly. And to think, it's just the begining of our journey together. It's impossible for me to express my joys, my fears, my love, my excitement, my anxiety and my worries when it comes to parenthood. It's an emotion so overwhelming and ever changing and growing that a nervous tear-full lump evolves everytime i give thought to it.
A few days ago, he was crawling happily across my living room floor when his body seem to move a little faster than his arms and his face went down into my hardwood floors, gushing blood from a busted bottom lip. "Oh boy" i thought, "here we go". His first busted lip and like fifty thousand more to come and the kid isnt even walking yet. But i have to say we handled it well. Baby boy, i can't be there to stop your every fall but i certainly will be there to pick you. I promise.

As for the world, The National Republican Convention is here in New York, an although it does not affect my commute it definitely has us New Yorkers paranoid. This morning i walk into the subway station and notice two large gallons of what seemed like bleach sitting on a bench and i immediately thought "how suspicious does that look, I hope it belongs to the transit workers and not some chemical bomb". Then at 161 I park myself on a bench to read my Dan Brown novel until the train arrives and realize i'm sitting next to a plastic bag with some green leaves sticking out of it. I ignore it thinking it might be a package of someone who is standing. Then this lady ask me, "is that yours?" I glance over at her and shake my head. She goes, "that could be a bomb" and starts to look inside the bag. Honestly, the current Bush administration is fighting a war against terrorist for peace, right? Well if you really want things so peaceful, why even bother coming to NYC for the National Republican Convention.