1st and Goal

the circus is back. i got an A in computer science. i joined a local gym (and actually worked out). Luda's got a nice lil jammie w/ Jamie Foxx called "Contagious." I think I'm gonna be Sik. -but not like NeYo.

-delano

Soul Incredible

Everything is actually quite okay. Beyond okay... Closeness. How can I say anything but thank you and offer praise for all that is going well with me. I guess, this is what fourth an inches feels like. In football, fourth down is your team's final possession prior to turning the ball over to the other team on downs. At, "fourth and inches" going for it is a wise move, especially with the game on the line.

Going for it... My applications are in and the players are suited up for success. To my readers out there... who from a recent facebook posting are REALLY there, even if they don't make comments- I must mention to you all the song Soul Incredible by Small Eyez (w/ antonio dye), produced by Nicolay.

For a while I wasn't sure how I'd make use of this very feel-good song. But, tonight after waking up to some strange dreams, it was right there with the perfect 2:30 am vibe to keep me cool and speak to me of how well I'm doing in spite of at times being my own worst friend. I am so, incredible. we must constantly tell ourselves that. and believe it....believe me, keepin this on the humble too is not an easy task. daunting, but vital to your survival, we must constantly speak life to ourselves while maintaining the veneer of humility and child-like meekness. Somehow, it all blends perfect... at least for me, it brings peace. And how wonderful is peace?!

Have you ever tainted love with a lie? lies plant seeds of doubt and nothing good can come from such trees. you must be extraordinarily careful not to plant --seeds.
there are forces outside of you that will do their part to water and cultivate the fruit from such trees... and soon enough, that one lie has become like Kudzu... or those poisonous plants in Jumanji.
And now for an interlude:

From Jumanji (1995)
Peter Shepherd: [in horror] Judy!
Judy Shepherd: What?
Sarah Whittle: What happened?
Peter Shepherd: I thought I could end the game myself. I was only ten spaces away.
Judy Shepherd: [reading the sign on the board] 'A law of Jumanji having been broken, you will slip back even more than your token'.
Sarah Whittle: You tried to cheat?
Peter Shepherd: No, I tried to drop the dice so they'd land on twelve.
Sarah Whittle: Oh, okay, honey. Well that would be cheating.
Judy Shepherd: [in terror] Peter, your hands! Look at your hands!
[Peter sees that he is growing monkey fur on his hands as a punishment for cheating]

There are repercussions for trying to control too many elements of this game we call, life. Taken completely seriously, we have got to be our most Incredible selves and project that energy and focus because you never know who is watching...

so, don't let the title of my last blog fool ya in the words of Robert Nesta Marley on Three little birds, "Don't worry, about a thing, cuz every little thing, gonna be alright!" Signing off for more sleep

-delano :c)

Flawed as H-LL

Imperfection. My weaknesses define me as much as my celebrated sense of humility, meekness, and vibrancy. At this stage I equate learning and personal growth as the freshest thing in the pot. Immen, king kong and got -ish on my progress, and when we fall we learn how to leap and how to appreciate smooth footsteps. With this wisdom comes the great responsibility of mastering my glow and my shadow.

Beings of both yin and yang, light and dark, positive and negative,constructive and destructive energy must attain balance prior to mastering their chi, or life force. I have decided to, "use my powers for good," like the Wondaland Arts Society. On the lo, I'm walking with thriving giants in the PT world. As I learn to perform my job better with each incident, both positive and negative (mostly +), I've learned to maintain my face in the moment of correction.

As an extension, tough situations if viewed through an appropriate lense make you better. However, it isn't easy to embrace the changes you must personally go through in order to emerge stronger. You may get rejected, kicked while you're down, spat upon, jeered, and taunted. The manner one reacts in the heat of these situations and how one is able to evolve after this process marks growth and development. It also, opens you as a seeker of love in all situations. If you can understand the "tough" aspects of love, you may be on the way to repairing a relationship once plagued with confusion.

If you are struggling with overly-anything superiors (bosses, parents, friends, siblings, etc)... it my take time for you to appreciate the grindstone they seem to hold your face to. But, if you can weather the storm of growth, you may be able to impart grace in your leadership roles and make the process less abrasive yet, no less REAL to your students/children.

Flaws, we all have them. master and embrace yours to shine! observe flaw in others and appreciate yourself... and in wisdom try not to make someone else's flaws your own. keep traveling space cadets, time is on your side...it can get worse, but as stated, its about the growing out of struggle that defines your tomorrow...

gloriously,

I'm on that old Kanye-to-tha, "look at the valedictorian,scared of the future, while I hop in the Delorean..."

-nice!

Gettin' Up

Its like everybody knows! Two years, enough time for you to actually feel it, passing... But, the vibe has really reached more avenues than I anticipated. I've got Q-tips album on repeat and Rihanna is killin rehab.


How about everybody asking bout cha? Wanna know if we talk, the last time we walked, shit, last nite was hot... I guess I'm either too lazy or too smart to rap. whatever the case, my friends and family are bringing u up. I'm happy to have something to say. I guess it almost didn't happen. Thats what makes it real. Thoughts linger, how easy it would be to give up, or for our meeting to never have happened.
I feel truly blessed.

There is something about staying on your grind...

On mine, I managed to see you at one of the most unlikely of places. A male friend of mine believes you knew I worked there... I guess I'm okay with that. Really? I'm mean imagine that... But, back in my Honda, I'm trippin twice cuz you might be hurt; seriously. I enjoyed our little time hangin out. "Do you want some water?" lol Your face said everything. That's right. Cough, and I'm offering a bottle. Sneeze and I'm passing the kleenex. Gold. We really should look out for one another. How much of the world really looks out for you? My whole goal is to help make people feel better from a mechanical and chemical perspective. I pursue physical therapy happily.

So, where am I? Applications are out early.
I currently work as a technician for "the nation's foremost provider of outpatient rehabilitation..." The clinic director is a world renown PT of jaw/oral/and neck conditions. I'm one of two who runs the front office. At this stage I'm learning the business of physical therapy. One day I'd like to have my own facility, serving the needs of unreached people. Much like my last job at the Atlanta Human Performance Center, I want to provide service to all people with special consideration for those who've been overlooked by the health care system. We all could use a lil healing, sometime.

And with that - turn on some marvin gaye and let it ride... so far to go, but its not about me. I hope to make The Black Family proud. Presidential coasters to Barack Obama! May you represent and serve us well. Us, now that's what's gettin up!

-delano

Renaissance

www.reverbnation.com/soulstudents

the kids are radiant and optimistic! Check out the Soul Students Crew!

-dnice

red light

turbulent tranquility
emanates from core.
pulsing branches,
leaves of absence
grasping to an echo
for dearly departed
former selves and recollections.
we picket porches on:
linger longer/
laborious laughter...
giggle glances - music makes
worlds convulse round
us.

nominated in shadowy meadows
knighted by silence
captured in most high definition
evidenced through epiphany
unfolding memories of momentary history
thriving for futures uncertainty while
karma cradles our energy

send sips of spring
lost in Sahara.


healed by your kindness
offered edges of water
to kneel by
and bathe patience quenched
in word.
part harmony of eternity
voyaging life springs
and sleepy hollows
pistol whip cracks
obama.

pray we evade
despotism.
feelings grow
soaked by
cavernous thirst
for green light
as i drive home...

?

qtip. the renaissance....

we here
in the midst of atlanta
the atl and the swell of
changes...

we remain abstract.

you know when its nothin but doubt around
we shout from towns
angelic sounds at the top of our lungs

believe not in me
but whats coming

hope is our drug
addicts of revolution
every day chosing
to hang hats upon heads
we're led to struggle
combat for oneLove

combat for oneLove
come back were I'm from
is that what I'm on?
check me out, then I'm gone
your chance has come
what it do when

its music.
i hope to share
beneath the sun's glare
I stare
blinded with ambition
conditions have changed
chopped and screwed

i left you
to find just how strong it was
and I want myself back
but we played for keeps
it was hardly cheap
its real costly, this time

as it gets tougher...
abstractions combat for oneLove.

"just some thoughts from the mind..." _Nas

theDoor

this evening I studied computer science at a local Barnes&Noble bookseller. I couldn't help but notice the fine looking members of my community, perusing literature in various forms and taking advantage of the table space in the cafe. Meetings seemed to be taking place and I couldn't help but over hear the conversation emanating from a threesome at the adjacent table.

This particular meeting was between a "thirtysomething" real estate agent and a young couple. Though I do not know the industry terminology for this introductory meeting, I tuned in when the agent said, "so, you all are interested in buying a house." Naturally, I was excited for the couple and thought about this particular meeting's significance during this time of economic turmoil. The agent asked some personal questions, beginning with their current living situation which was renting. He asked about the couple's rent and their monthly take-home income before taxes. He asked about lease-breaking policies and other particulars concerning what the couple could afford. He moved into credit scoring and State of Georgia Law concerning obtaining two annual free reports from the three major agencies. He moved into a description of his products and the parts of town the couple was interested in living. Whatever mortgage he was selling/ making a loan offer for he pitched as a "best" option stating it didn't matter what score the couple had... he could help them obtain a mortgage at a fixed rate around 6% saying some times an interest rate of 5.5% was possible. He informed the couple of following the market i.e. the FED. interest rate and its potential to drop. He explained some of the costs attached at making an offer and a $500 fee attached to making a serious off that would be credited to the cost of the house. He closed by inviting the couple to a seminar of some sort at the West End CoC. How interesting!

I was pleased to hear my people sharing valuable information amongst each other in a comfortable, though quite public setting. I thought about such meetings taking place over the years, across the ATL and across the country. I thought about other real estate agents I knew hosting such meetings and the process of home-buying... I thought about writing off any expenses of such a meeting and the locale of the subsequent seminar, from this particular meeting...

so, this is how it works

What a world! Not only would the couple be invited to learn about the home-buying process, they would be led in a CoC. I wondered if they would be approached by members. I wondered about the connections between the Church and finances... I thought about how valuable information is shared amongst members of the Church- how communities form and how informed Blacks in Atlanta, proverbially, get down.

interesting...

My exposure to the CoC was a good one. I found the services intellectually/scripturally stimulating and really enjoyed their poetic take on Biblical interpretation. As a young person who grew up attending Church, I was no stranger to the gospel and praise and worship.

Atlanta, resting in the Bible Belt south is still fueled by visions and mechanisms of prosperity through strong ties to Christianity.

I remember a chapter in Our Kind of People titled The Right Church. History and the wave of spiritual energy aligned prosperous folk with certain churches... and now, I was privy to theDoor.

Knowingly or unknowingly, the young couple was a potential client of "Black Society."

the door... I had a bright idea of what was beyond it, having tried the knob myself...


I drove home an hour later after focusing on my computer science. I love myself and my story... I am a fortunate and highly favored individual, no-diggity. And as q-tip's "Getting Up" coursed through my 95 Honda's speakers... I nodded my head in agreement, " we getting up..." fa sho.

-delano

lifting waits

dang. i've been slippin. lifting weights is actually one of the most rewarding experiences i've undertaken! i'm just now getting into it and i love it! at the same time, I feel that this comes at just the right time before I leave for physical therapy school.

being a slim guy, the weights seem to stimulate muscle growth like crazy. i'm not lee haney, but you've gotta start somewhere! on that note, I'm not going for the captain swol. look, but i may have to actually take off my shirt so, here it go.

motivation.

in conjunction with the load bearing, I'm supplementing my diet with protein. muscle is made of protein so, if you're working on your body, then boost your system with the building blocks of muscle---

I've waited a long time for this - my work experience keeps me so happy/busy I almost forgot.
--> you. (yeah right lol)

I confess: it's been good. my march towards career excellence is going so well that i actually think about other things. i know it sounds really weak and how lame is it that i share my weakness on-screen? well, the strong parts of me say: be honest. you have one chance to be you at this moment, so be honest. you've changed me on the inside and outside. returning to a period of life when you wern't there seems odd. at the very least, noticeable. for hours - i get to do me and my passion for physical therapy satisfies my soul. I've prayed for relief. Sometimes I hope it would go away and "stop bothering me," but those thoughts are fleeting. Most of the time I'm in this longing state that I've turned into motivation.
if you celebrate i celebrate.

if you hurt i hurt.
please continue being the supersista that you are. i am not ashamed to be this open, though I don't say it to you. my secrets... i want to reveal them. i want to live them...my visions.

the strange part is that I actually believe you have a clue as to what I'm going through. like you know there is a "we" out there.

i care far too much to quit now, that I'm ahead...slow and steady.

When lifting weights, a key ingredient to overloading your muscles is form. how we work, how smooth we are able to navigate the high seas of trial and tribulation, how we are able to cultivate peace during the most volatile of times, is a true marker of character and strength. my thought of the day - this is beyond me, you, or us.... this is God's business and it seems that we are HIS business. may I be used to better the lives of others in all things I do. May you be radiant and happy.

Have a full life. smile. regardless... its helped me to live better. i am forever grateful.

-delano
oh, and for a lil teaser about my secret desires: Samaritan Physical Therapy coming one day soon.

-delano

p.s. the wait has been lifted.

dawn tea

Plans

Round Midnight

i asked for this. there is no way for me to deny that where I am in life, is the result of my decisions... recollection of each isn't likely, but I'm aware of my ability to color tomorrow, if its granted. Though uncomfortable, I decided to really challenge myself. Plain as day, I deal with complementing or defeating myself. i feel privileged in an extrasensory type of way; it's quite the super picker-upper! In the beginning, my thoughts must have been considered...created...cultivated. And here we are, rising morning dew and tea. The rain ripples high hats while feet splash puddled dreams...

mud

clay mation

animation perception

cerebral cartooning

characters

scripted egos
out takes

debates


comic relief
for upset stomach busting
guts seem extra-ordinary...


quiet
music
by,

Hank Jones

Round Midnight.

bridge

Some guy named Tyler Perry had the streets near my job on lock this weekend. Not that I was going in, but its some occasion when Oprah is in town and shin digging near your place of employment. A very cool happening. Union writers are staging a boycott, I hear... You can't please everybody. On that note, I'm glad I know what pleases me.

I had a great tutoring session this weekend and even attended an acquaintances' 30 year birthday party.

Tomorrow I'm back at the clinic. And I actually can't wait. A few things to master and I'll be breezin while helping folks to heal. I already miss the smell of steaming water from the hydroculator. and the faint scent of Biofreeze...

Soap in Soap out... white jacket and the tie.

This is my first professional job. Being on the way to my career feels great. I love it! I am close...got to stay focused.

"I can smell you on my sheets and it drives me crazy."_SaRa Creative Partners

Tech nically speaking

I loVE my New JOb!

"gastrocnemius, soleus, flexion, hydroculator, dorsiflexion, cervical hot pack, ultrasound, etc."

a clinic with "more black PTs than anywhere else in the state..."


-delano :c)

amazing? !

I never cease to be amazed by all of this. as i inhale, all the grit, smog, and exhaust, life seems to be just toxic enough to remind me that I'm alive. you know, pain is an indicator of a functioning nervous system. its there to teach you not to touch the hot stove again... it works kinda like fear and the fight or flight nature of the human animal. when i wait to exhale I get this weird head rush like i have a choice as to what happens next. naturally, i'd like to digest some clean oxygen but, it's getting too late for that. at least in the city. I was in south dakota once, presenting at black hills state university... and man, what a revelation! the united states is a vast mutha! and the crystal evening made my chest tingle from its simple purity. i was amazed to still be in america. a little (or a lot) of nitrogen is a good thing.

nowadayz, i get the feeling that my thoughts are connected to a loud speaker and those who choose to listen are hearing me. i guess my ego has to show up sometime... maybe it's not "just me..." but forreal, tonight i had a troubling sensation while at work. the thought which lasted for about 30 minutes was that i might not get to express all i want to before i die. or before you die. it saddened me. as an artist, a creative entity, a communicator - expression is as reflexive and vital as breathing. this in why i keep a blog. in case my flesh returns to dust, i feel like i've at least left some bread crumbs as to what i believe, what i feel, and what i dream about and live. this is my lil joust with writing an autobiography. the humble parts of me keep me patient to achieve more before i commit to telling all of my story. but, the feeling part of me just can't be silent until it all catches up with the book. so, as notes to myself... the atlanta renaissance is my own eclectic representation of my most turbulent twenties.... from about 25 on out. this is nothing new. i started keeping a journal in high school and my first one went with me on my first mission trip to jamaica, the isle of my father's birth.

today, i use it as practice to you know, "see if i still got it..." 3stax said something like that on "the art of storytellin pt. 4" i feel where he's coming from. you gotta have scruples about this life you're living because people are watching. children seem to find a way to get into- literally- what they see you doing, so i gotta do my part. i'm hardly a self-serving body, despite my aspirations to do great things personally. to give props where they are due I just finished reading a fantastic interview with one of my favorite musical artists Cee-Lo. http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/features/id.1124/title.cee-lo-green-what-a-long-strange-trip-its-been
I don't know how long the link will last, but for the time being it exists and it was a moving look into the state of mind of one of our Nation's greatest creative souls. forgive me if it rings bells, but like i said it's like my mind is on blast and i can't stop eating TNT. so, there you have it in a shell, the good stuff... me as i am! i'm proud of how this one feels, its flowing like a freestyle.

before i retire for the evening... thanks to all my folks for checking in with me... your thoughts are received too. amazing stuff, this life. the law of attraction is just the tip of the planet. continue to focus your thoughts on what is right, true, and pleasing to the Creator. "i could go on and on and on, but who cares?"





-delano

fat hollers

greetings...

it looks good, don'tcha know? when your planning comes to a head and you get something out of life. the fruition of finally. welcome back. giving a supafat holla to the Chief Party Rocka!

i hope we aren't reachin ya too late...good things take time to mature ya dig?
well, tomorrow is one of many big days. any day realy, but yeah, tomorrow - i can digit!

been a minute and maybe again

your friend,

delano :c)

His Promise

What will the next four years look like? Feel like? What are your hopes? What is your vision for your life? How do you change those around you first to impact this world at large? How are you remembered?

This is a time for landmark opportunity. So much of what young progressives envision is a world that is at your fingertips. Moreso than double-clicking the planet, we are at pivotal periods in our life where what we fuel with energy, sacrifice, and dedication flourishes. This is when you will decide what you are willing to do to earn your keep, to make the grade, and to manifest your personal philosophies. In short, your golden years start here. As much as you are able to champion your cause you are able to define yourself on the spot, with every decision to your community and to yourself.

We stand on the brink of tomorrow and reach for the coming horizon. The Promise of America is in our hands. I challenge you to make yourself a promise. And keep it.
Hold up, did you get that? Make yourSELF a promise. And Keep it! This is the way we inspire a nation. Look around you. Who among your peers inspires you most? Most likely the person or persons who live adamatly dedicated lives with a sense of personal responsably and purpose - those who have decided that their cause is worth fighting for. They exhibit fearlessness by carving the future from ideas and hard-work. It is no secret. Progress colors resident feathers. Take flight! The wing of hope depends on contributions from all! Under the right conditions the collective result is lift.

"Our work will not be easy." It shouldn't. The marker of a changing nation is one where we can support ourselves and those around us. "All are needed to build this nation strong..." We awake to day, gifts of life as we please. How else can we hope to secure liberty? I am told: Go forth doing great things. Let us quaff collective seas. Please Shine.



America is the sum of its parts and words on paper. And as we commonly know and through the judicial process, the interpretation of laws is a dynamic process that shapes the future case by case. This is a promise we make to our future. To be aware of our personal importance and moral responsability to each other and to those who will come. To usher in the kind of future we want to live in. To be a part of the process of progress. To ultimately lead the eager minds of approaching generations... I believe in you and hope to be a worthy example.

The American promise is to our children, to our parents, to the earth, and beyond...
We can live in a better world. Together the accomplishments of individuals outlines the strength of us all. Let us be motivated. Let us be inspired. Let us be great. Let us be the change we hope to see. Let us be the Americans we hope to be.

better than yesterday, reaching for tomorrow... I promise to do my part in making this world a better place.

---> I don't know about you, but Barack Obama has inspired me.... see you all at the polls!

-delano

perspire


saturate

us one patient orb grappling precipice


else we

fall towards






steam

John Legendary

John was Legendary at the DNC After party on TV1.

He represented our generation very well speaking on the importance of voting and why the youth have often been marginalized by older political analysts. I was very impressed with his astute perspective and the respect he got from Michael Eric Dyson and the other panelists as they continue the movement towards electing Sen. Barack Obama as our next President. He was even asked to close out the speaking engagement with a song... and I really liked it.

I encourage you all to rock the vote or else... Good morning, wake up People! I'm ready to go, are you?

Regards,

-delano
p.s. I forgive you for the less than legendary performance at Hampton University a few years before you debuted "Ordinary People". Even legends have off days, but getting it right in the end is worth the journey. Progress by process.

star crush

:making sure the coast is clear:

Okay, its Mya. Where are ya, lil lady? I miss all the sh-ego and collabos.
For some reason, I find you absolutely yummy. I know i'm getting old for celebrity crushes but, between you and Janelle Monae - pass the Lowrey's!
Have you heard Party Girl off her inaugural album "The Audition?" Something about strong willed women makes me want to help them forget their tough exteriors and melt. Yup, and I'm the guy to do it. (respect) If I must, and I REALLY DETEST the word, this is my "swagger." To be myself always, to treat a sista with respect, and to maybe be her charming beat boxer. My rook is in play and straight up, I'm scopin ya from a distance and have my sights on the crown. It's all on the board... remember young skywalkers... the game is to be played and though you may think many moves in advance, its one at a time that secures victory.

:c)

You both have wonderful things to offer and I can't discount all caramel to bright sistas... hold me down and we're cool.

so, kudos to them two. otherwise, I'm making it happen for me these days... and feelin like my smile may make a few cameo's outside the body.

I've got some great meetings coming up in the PT movement. Let's rock the house and
inspire nations... imagine that.

-delano

CLOsEncountErS oF tHE cYb(h)ER KiND

CLOsEncountErS oF tHE cYb(h)ER KiND (2007)

by, Delano Maxam, Jr.


Atlanta is home to plenty of stars, but on June 5th Janelle Monáe orbited Studio Nine Hundred as a comet. Rare talent abides in a strong ability to adapt and perform under all sorts of pressure and if you're caught up you'll miss the passing of something uniquely wonderful.


After an entire minute of seamless a cappella crooning, the room finally fell silent, allowing her delicate vibrato to sail majestically. If you find that quiet place inside, you'll receive the story and join in an authentic moment in musical history.


From the assortment of Atlanta tastemakers rockin hip arrays of color and funkee accessories emerged, "Q," a female beat box teaming with opening act Slick and Rose for a final freestyle song. That's the shit you'll only get at a live show. Dope. Queue the smoke, queue the drum roll and cosmic arrival of the feature performer for the evening: Janelle Monáe as Cindi Mayweather, cyborg lover of human kind.


Before the second verse of her first single "Violet Stars Happy Hunting," her microphone went limp. In a dance like APB the robotic Cindi sent a distress signal, still convincing the crowd her frantic moves were part of the show. After thirty seconds of gyrations the audience knew something was wrong. Her manager and member of Wondaland Arts Society Wolfmaster Stanklin caught the signal, doubling from the stage to the rear of Sector Nine returning with a replacement. Microphones were switched, sound was restored, and the congregation cheered! But only a few bars into her second coming the venue speakers again fell silent, the sound cut permanently.


Break!


Cindi removed her trademark black and white framed space cadet glasses. The now candid Janelle Monáe called the law for, "just one song," and was granted access. Finally with her stage she dedicated a resilient cover of Charlie Chapman's jazz classic "Smile" to the folks responsible for quieting the music.


And it don't stop!


Above the clamor of some truly ignorant guests floated her lucid voice ushering Billie Holiday's transient resurrection. Clusters of people moved closer to the stage to better hear. As the last few angelic tones echoed throughout the gallery, the congregation roared to applause! There was even a call for an encore. Girls definitely rock too!


It wasn't the expected punk rockabilly she'll debut to the world, but she made 110% fresh squeezed lemonade. Phenomenally, Janelle Monáe shared her soul, departing on her space ship. "Life is not a rehearsal," she says, and that evening she inspired the perceptive to keep reaching for their dreams even when offered lemons.

Playa Fly

Memphis Rapper who once affiliated with Triple S-x mafia, left the group to pursue a legendary solo career in the South... check this out.

Lead me. everybody is looking at me. asking what i'm up to. checking on me. probing my process for keys to their process. tryna exploit my acute lack of virtues as a total weakness. My personal strengths are put on the auction and chopping block for the amusement of the public. it feels like people expect all these things from me (save my self, save the world, save black people, save a sista's heart save my self for marriage, save my lungs, save money, save time, save my family, and save my anger...)and I'm already indebted to them... as a steward of humanity. I have a heart to help, but sometimes it feels like people are terribly demanding of my energy. Its a side effect of seeking knowledge... folks expect you to have something for them. Some sort of short cut or mantra they can follow. We become local leaders of the new school and free world. I'm blogging out loud, pardon the interruption. This is me off the cuff and on the record. Write this down in pencil: "If I help somebody, maybe there's mercy for me."_Gnarls Barkley.

Charity.

If I may do, be it good things that help others. The trials of a servant. I think I should talk to Jesus about that. This is getting tricky. I mean, self-preservation in the midst of service is becoming difficult. My joy comes in knowing that my cause is heard by a contemporary... My joy comes in better understanding my process and hopefully helping others to navigate... but simultaneously?! I'm feeling like being overwhelmed isn't an option. I'm told that this is grinding. I'm told that men should remain calm. I'm told not to complain about damn near anything but gas prices.

Delano is better than this blog or my desires... Delano is kinda impressed with the ending of Fahrenheit 451 "We burn the books, and keep them up here..."

I do not fear death, but the results of inaction. And in the process I fear I'm not being productive enough. The information age makes us all accountable for being better planners... the truth is out there in X files, pdf's and in online applications... May the Force Be With You.

As you grind, as you strive to be the living light, as you rock the house. Save Self. and the life you save may result in atonement.

-delano

Reaching

Scholarship time is a darn-near required component in my preparation for graduate school. That makes me want to start a second blog dedicated to my march towards PT SCHOOL.... maybe I'll just keep this one rolling... For now, I've got my brain and the key-pad extended into a universe of discourse for potential financing opportunities for graduate studies.

I've heard one idea of racists is that Black folk squander millions of dollars in scholarship and grant money by not even applying. Well, its August and I'm just delighted to find so much out there, but how much of it applies to me is weird. I hope to keep an open mind about my options and that time has not run out. I've been busy with completing prerequisite courses and my new job.

I hope I can find something. I plan on speaking with my mentors and contact in the PT world for more details as to best approach the financing of PT programs and long-term career planning.

I wish all this information didn't feel like needles in haystack, but pop-culture instruct me to GET IT, or as Nike says- just do it! now, let's go...

-delano

Thunderkatz

T!KATZ "ANYTHING" by Visual Vinyl from Fray Wall on Vimeo.


need i say more?
o8o went to Hampton
-delano :c)

Stacy Epps

"Greetings earthlings, we come in piece of mind..." Yesterday afternoon I attended a pre-release and going away gathering for Stacy Epps' The Awakening. She is headed overseas to deliver her universal outreaching music of empowerment and progressive vibe. I had the pleasure of adding to the movement as her bio writer. ( www.myspace.com/stacyepps ) She has already worked with some of the underground's illest scientists: Madlib, MF DOOM, OH NO, Wildchild, J Rawls and Scienz of Life. Her live show was a testament to her upbringing and musical journey. After a short set at Atlanta's best music store Moods Music, I was called up by Stacy herself to share some words of vision. I adapted one of my favorite pieces "Atlantis" and furthered the journey in the minds of the listeners..."Atlanta is a place, Atlantis is a state"

What a tremendous honor to be in the house of Atlanta's arts family! We are able to create journeys into space, air, time, sound, and beyond your wildest fantasies. If you travel to Atlanta, you may be surprised at how small it is... how much of a family atmosphere drives its global influence. Atlantis is just below the surface... the waters of history run deep. We are exotic fish in an underground stream of conscious.

I send well wishes to Rhythm Child, the band behind Stacy's performance. RC is comprised of Everett James - drums, Ra - flute, Rehaset - djembe, and DJ AMDEX. Also, check out the flowing vibes of Rita J and STAHHR the Femcee who contribute to the book of rhyme. Also in the place were DJ DUG Boogie (www.djdugboogie.podomatic.com) , Jodine Dorce (www.jodinescorner.com), and FROLAB (www.frolab.com).

What a great day in the A!

peace, prosperity, and tell your story.


-delano

the 48 laws of cowards

OK, here is my take on the 48 Laws of power. As you see, some of these I agree with and many I take issue with. My point is to help you avoid unnecessary pressure and conflict with people. To accomplish in this world you can use your "powers for good," as Janelle Monae says. Only a coward seeks to drain another for personal gain. It is this type of thinking that okays institutionalized slavery, sweat shopping, and imperealism. There are worse things than being powerful, of course. But, to lust for power and to gain by manipulating others comes without grace and admiration. It is my belief that its about how many people you take with you...how many you help along the way that counts. Keep your bridges unburned and use your powers for good.


1. Cowards neglect the True Master's desire for personal Mastery
2. Cowards neglect the element of choice in friends; why even have enemies?
3. Cowards are morally embarassed by their intentions
4. Cowards lack the honor of verbal honesty
5. Cowards forget that reputations fluctuate, there are no absolutes or perfect people
6. Cowards must always be the center of attention
7. Cowards don't work for themselves and expect credit
8. Cowards are incapable of debate, they lack firm ideals
9. Immunity: Cowards fear bad days and sorrowful people
10. Learn that we are all dependent on each other
11. co dependence promotes social balance
12. Honesty is the best policy
13. Help is human
14. Cowards mask leverage as trust
15. :c)
16. Cowards neglect omnipresence
17. Cowards use fear to induce acceptence of occasional charity
18. Cowards leech
19. Cowards define themselves by other's perceptions
20. Cowards avert unity
21. Cowards concel viable gifts
22. The enemy of the coward is never converted
23. Cowards align not in Oness
24. Cowards are real-life actors
25. Cowards lack core values
26. Cowards' work requires extensive clean-up.
27. Cowards require idle worshipers
28. :c)
29. :c)
30. :c) (Let your hard work be celebrared)
31. Cowards way is control
32. Cowards play with people's emotions
33. Cowards court torture
34. Cowards know not that they are Royal
35. Cowards know not of Time
36. Cowards are stricken with sour grapes and act aloof
37. Cowards enjoy creating drama
38. Cowards wear The Mask
39. Cowards use drama as a trap
40. :c) yet, Cowards confuse offerings
41. Cowards seek not of lasting greatness
42. Cowards expect dependent opposition
43. See Law 32
44. The coward excitedly exposes flaws in others
45. Most politicians are cowards and visa versa
46. :c) Cowards shine not for the people
47. :c)
48. Assume ignorance

Law 1 Never Outshine the Master
Law 2 Never put too Much Trust in Friends, Learn how to use Enemies
Law 3 Conceal your Intentions
Law 4 Always Say Less than Necessary
Law 5 So Much Depends on Reputation – Guard it with your Life
Law 6 Court Attention at all Cost
Law 7 Get others to do the Work for you, but Always Take the Credit
Law 8 Make other People come to you – use Bait if Necessary
Law 9 Win through your Actions, Never through Argument
Law 10 Infection: Avoid the Unhappy and Unlucky
Law 11 Learn to Keep People Dependent on You
Law 12 Use Selective Honesty and Generosity to Disarm your Victim
Law 13 When Asking for Help, Appeal to People’s Self-Interest, Never to their Mercy or Gratitude
Law 14 Pose as a Friend, Work as a Spy
Law 15 Crush your Enemy Totally
Law 16 Use Absence to Increase Respect and Honor
Law 17 Keep Others in Suspended Terror: Cultivate an Air of Unpredictability
Law 18 Do Not Build Fortresses to Protect Yourself – Isolation is Dangerous
Law 19 Know Who You’re Dealing with – Do Not Offend the Wrong Person
Law 20 Do Not Commit to Anyone
Law 21 Play a Sucker to Catch a Sucker – Seem Dumber than your Mark
Law 22 Use the Surrender Tactic: Transform Weakness into Power
Law 23 Concentrate Your Forces
Law 24 Play the Perfect Courtier
Law 25 Re-Create Yourself
Law 26 Keep Your Hands Clean
Law 27 Play on People’s Need to Believe to Create a Cultlike Following
Law 28 Enter Action with Boldness
Law 29 Plan All the Way to the End
Law 30 Make your Accomplishments Seem Effortless
Law 31 Control the Options: Get Others to Play with the Cards you Deal
Law 32 Play to People’s Fantasies
Law 33 Discover Each Man’s Thumbscrew
Law 34 Be Royal in your Own Fashion: Act like a King to be treated like one
Law 35 Master the Art of Timing
Law 36 Disdain Things you cannot have: Ignoring them is the best Revenge
Law 37 Create Compelling Spectacles
Law 38 Think as you like but Behave like others
Law 39 Stir up Waters to Catch Fish
Law 40 Despise the Free Lunch
Law 41 Avoid Stepping into a Great Man’s Shoes
Law 42 Strike the Shepherd and the Sheep will Scatter
Law 43 Work on the Hearts and Minds of Others
Law 44 Disarm and Infuriate with the Mirror Effect
Law 45 Preach the Need for Change, but Never Reform too much at Once
Law 46 Never appear too Perfect
Law 47 Do not go Past the Mark you Aimed for; In Victory, Learn when to Stop
Law 48 Assume Formlessness

ponDering

is there greater charity in giving to thy self or to thy fellow man?


i ponder on these things before I sleep tonight...

i re-read and enjoyed my last post: Expressionist Artistry.

i dig it very so much like it a lot for sale...




freedom of speech my
instrument muses
sprouting music
for the readers
famished palates

paint the town
in Crocks and Uggs
comfort food
for splashing feet

and they'll be dancing in the street
lamp posted up on 285
out went the light

high beaming dreams of beamers
high beaming dreams of beamers

pitched singers
tune words
as they flow composed
for war and peace




-delano

Exhibitionist Artistry

To
Pen-stripes and asphalt

Called were the keepers of the Gate
In wait for princess cut beats and a glimpse into
Spirits blooming flowers
melodically defining showers of conscience

hazy clouds roll and echo power lyrics
to the people.

The Right sounds of
Bankhead are
Pleating sunshine
Folding summer over black beads,
as gallery Flashes Krylon Vogue
and Tennessee Whiskey

Ol No. 7
Thunder bright
Curve
Halo
Hello
Wow!
Right now
Lyrics make Good Music to my
Kangol over Pumas
can u hear
hear dance steps
summon
call and response?

Pay us for your blessings with
Flour and water messages
Slowly baking
Breathing vapors thickened
with heat and sweat beads pooling in
inky, sneaker-squeaked atmosphere
I WUZ HERE.


Let the dancers dance
Let the music play…
what you know bout that
Old school jones
Jams playing reRun like,
"Wus hannin shawty?"

When I could ride with remedies in East Point
I cherish the moments like
Human-made adornments on quilts
Still nods to the breakdancer
in front of the photography exhibit.

And the movie rocks frozen frames
cue hand standing ovation
in 3, 2, …

Like how our smiles glance slightly off center
At folks who fear dance
Telling the back story of the trials and
Startling moments when tribulations
Set in…

we couple at an angle

A cute dress, handsome pressed
We observe others engaged
in small talk Because it’s that serious
I squint my ears and sniff words of
sunshine salad dressing
sharing liquid jewels
of Oysters amidst a back drop
Of hip hop booming through the advertisement
for the highest bidding soul on ice

Moons ago we framed conversations
To muse over and inspire our eyes
With wisdom, wonder, and pathways…
When the volume
Was cut down
And the DJ let the kaleidoscope colors of the day
Fade
To
Black,

hip hop remains
forever...

The Students of Soul

Far beyond your rhetorical definition of old school, the Soul Students is a universally magnetic hip hop collective. With some of the freshest definitions from across the planet, Soul Students strive for lyrical excellence. With clarity and a dexterity with words, the Students create the complete hip hop sound with a musical aptitude for straight ahead to cosmic jazz, breezy 70s Soul, and their unique 80s-
90s hip hop roots.

While attending college in Hampton, Virginia the state of mind aligned members with bi-coastal influence:

From San Diego,CA producer/emcee Kameleon calls upon a life of music from Wes Montgomery to Antonio Carlos Jobim to create vivid instrumental production and a hand full of raps for the crew.

From Pasadena, CA emcee Sin blends target sharp narratives with witty Molotov cocktails to create soulfully classic gems. His album Welcome to the Show is now available through Loud Minority Records. By day, he uses his cape to operate a confection franchise in Las Vegas and work in environmental science in Cleveland,OH.

Collaborative producer Dread is a teacher in the greater Los Angeles Public School System and spends time working on a reggae album with both roots and dance-hall influences. Proud influences of his Jamaican heritage and unique humor, Dread's beats are a favorite among soul music lovers.

Emcee/poet Zion is from Cleveland, OH. He tours the Midwest regularly with the abstract Muamin Collective and represents the seminal Soul Students group Phase 1 with Sin and Kameleon. With hand picked scratches from the crew's pool of djs, Phase 1 shines a light to the tribal vibes of the 90s.

From Chicago, IL, brilliantly relative emcee The Cubist spawns startlingly graphic raps with a penchant for moral and musical integrity. He will soon pursue a Masters Degree in economics in Michigan.

The windy city also houses native son and influential producer/dj AL Bumz. Al served as the station manager and host of The Soul Students Radio Show for Hampton's 88.1 WHOV from 1999-2008. His remix collection is a testament to his vast knowledge of music from walls of vinyl to digital loops.

The poetically professional New York City birthed smooth scissored emcee Awon from the notorious Ft Greene projects. His album Beautiful Loser was recently released by Goon Trax Records in Tokyo, Japan.

Producer Indelible also hails from the planet, but now calls Virginia home. Indelible is known for his ruggedly pristine tracks that radiate rap and remix delight.

Producer Ak ships finely chopped beats for the crew from New Jersey. He has produced for Kindred and the Family Soul.

In their Virginia home base, tactical emcee Dicap travels to Hampton from Virginia Beach to spit disarming raps for social and mental freedom. His album Travelin was the first official Soul Students release and is available online through Itunes and cdbaby.com.

Also from the 757 is Tiffy, the epitome of the femmecee and wife of rapper Awon. The couple has two children and are both featured on the golden era tribute "Real Emcee" produced by Indelible.

Emcee Mac the Menace has been apart of the Tidewater Hip Hop community for a decade. His ties to regional radio and emceeing make him a vital performance component to the 2005-2008 performing unit of Awon, Tiffy, Dicap, and Dj Al Bumz.

Funky producer/emcee Whiz is from the culturally accented Charleston, SC and serves as a historical organizer with the World Famous Lessons in Jazz. The Series evolved from a successful radio show that linked hip hop and jazz music into an annual symposium in conjunction with the Hampton Jazz Festival. Visit them at www.lessonsinjazz.com for interviews and articles about the complex relationship between these two forms of syncopated, Afro-diasporic music.

Willfuly alienated poet Delano, paints landscape prose that hearkens personal responsibility, chromatic wordsmithing, and optimistic aspects of love. He prepares for physical therapy school at an east coast institution. Delano is also responsible for written documents such as this one and biographies for many of the individual artists.

Clearly diversity and a renaissance of talent are on the side of the Soul Students. The crew is constantly creating new journeys in the hip hop and jazz pantheon adding live instruments to some of their musical works. They have been featured on show bills with Common, Little Brother, Jean Grae, and EPMD! The crew is sure if you like real hip hop you'll find something to love about Soul Students!

a Shot of James

Geronimooooooooooooo! (On some up up and away ish) The Phase beyond being Phased...

:c)

-delano

Fine Feeling

first time i saw her, i nearly dropped my tray.
we were checking out at Grady Memorial Hospital's cafeteria.

Her white coat covered her tone physique like a fresh blanket of snow. "... and she's a doctor," I thought to myself. Not only was she grown, a professional healer in the southeast's top public medical facility, but she was rise-from-the-grave sexy. The catch phrase luring many 20-30 something young adults to the club scene couldn't be more accurate. But, with her it wasn't a marketing gimmick. Grown and Sexy. Still Fine. Scratch that. Fine. Straight up and down fine as all get-up at 40-50 somethin'. And she made no hesitations about letting her left hand linger on the metal counter top. Long enough for me to notice her noticing me, noticing her... Like I didn't know. Like I was the only man with eyes... No, I was sure as my smile that she'd been seen, courted, and claimed. I pursed my lips and slowly turned my head to the side. Fine. She was operating on me. Fine. I positioned my self within sight of her. If this was as close as I would ever get, then this was it. Without coveting her for more than a few seconds- I enjoyed just looking at her from a short, non-confrontational, and subtle distance.

I ate my lunch with a little grin. She'd flashed her ring. (Which could serve as the skating venue for the winter Olympics) How hot is it that she saw me checking her out and threw up the the picket fence?!

A week later, I saw her again. This time she sat near where I was. Funny what things silences say. She caught my attention again, like hearing your favorite song coming from the car next to you... - I looked fast, without thinking..and there was the face, the shape, the badge...her permed hair, and the intensity of my attraction. Again, subtle acknowledgement of my excitement in the silent parts of fleeting eye contact.

This continued for a month. There was even a season I ate lunch in the rehab conference room in order to experience a hospital staff lunch... to join in light conversation, to hear what the pros talk about over Tupperware and tea. She'd even crossed my mind in off weeks from the cafeteria...

Then on the first spectacularly hot day I saw her in a couture sun dress... Vibrantly colorful, detailed patterns within the fabric, yellow, red, ... she was brilliant as the weather. And I beamed as well! On this day, our silence seemed to say, "hey, there you are! You know I actually thought about you when I didn't see you?" I was kinda blown away again. Young, me, in my bright red volunteer scrub top... ogling over this gorgeous doc, who was completely married...out of my league and still fine as what?! It was my lucky day. I'd definitely be having lunch in the public cafeteria. she sat near where I was sitting. Now, I've felt nurses and other hospital staff of all colors and ages staring at me. but, with her it was an opening of the clouds when during her meal, she looked me square in the face and gave me what I wanted. To see her walnut complected womanly beauty. To feel her eyes. To have a glimpse into her mind. to know we were aligned, for just a second. To make her feel sexy...still... -whoa. THE FULL FRONTAL FEMALE ASSAULT! that was the flyest two seconds I've had at Grady. And forreal, it was dope how we'd crossed paths before and on a day she felt great, she shared some of her joy with me.

Weeks passed and I spent time focused on my physics II class. Without much time for volunteering, I returned to Grady yesterday, realizing it had been a while since I'd eaten in the cafeteria. No sign of Dr. Fine, but it was cool.

Later that night (last night, 7-09-08) I was invited to Django to celebrate a fellow Cancer's b-day. I was lookin hip and had my golfers cap pulled down kinda low. The crowd was not my usual swing, folks my parents age there gettin a lil sloppy to their favorite oldies. I was there to hear the band- which was of my peers- and to celebrate... Before the band got started I bopped in place to familiar old school jams...When the DJ played The Blackbyrds "Rock Creek Park" I took my first stroll through Django's and who do I see at the bar, but Dr. Fine. I was sure of it as I passed her, but was floored by the circumstance. I got a few feet by her, and looked over my shoulder. Our eyes met, she too lookin over her left shoulder. I kept it forward moving. I smiled to myself. No drinks tonight. I was already lifted.

And when she soon brushed against my sleeve, nothin needed to be said. I looked good in my solid peach button down with navy slacks. As did she in black pants and a white top. The favor of the pursuit of happiness...This stuff really does happen and after all I've endured since December 2006, it's worth believing in. Circumstances, moments, glances, eye-contact, the un-said, the revelation of prior thoughts in the present, the gift of life and sight beyond sight... God has smiled upon me. He sends me beautiful visions of mother nature...after the storm there is sunshine ...

-delano
p.s. "this is dedicated to all those trying to stay afloat"

test 3

wow. highest grade again... whoa. (3/3) I'm starting to scare myself in a GREAT WAY! Today was my last official day of physics II! I can only believe the reality of my top-student progress! :c) I am so happy! I am so proud of myself! I can learn ANYTHING and do anything with prayer and practice ! Wow! This is great... somebody tell Tony the Tiger he can retire! Feelin GrrrrrrrrEAAAAT!

-Mr. Delano :c)
p.s. 92 was my winning score!! YUP YUP!!

Hype Williams Video Archive

It was 1999. Hype Williams redefined the modern hip hop music video with cinematic prestige. His projects were often like silver screened adaptations of the prose driven lyrics that governed 90s rap music. HW videos were truely creative interpretations of the songs they represented. Nas' seminal "If I Ruled the World" (Imagine That), R Kelly's "Down Low" part one(featuring Ronald Isley), Missy's "The Rain (Soopa Doopa Fly)," and Kelis' "Caught Out There" are stunning examples of the creative mastery of this prominent video director. His early video career led him to direct cult classic Belly, the Pangea of hip hop visual scoring.

For my first review and showcase of a classic video, I select 1999 liquid soul jam "What's It Gonna Be" by, Busta Rhymes featuring Janet Jackson.


Produced by Darrel 'Delite' Allamby

Williams' use of metallics was stellar. By adding the properties of viscosity, parts of this video remind me of Sentinel creatures in The Matrix , even with robo-biotic "locks" trailing as the creature glides by.

Busta soon transforms into the drum major of a liquid-chrome marching band.

Lastly, I dug the concept of melting into oneness during the video's ending sequence...
This HW gem drips with sexiness and manages taste...soaked ceilings, curling dancers, and an electric chemistry between Busta and Janet made this one hot!

as a personal note to my readers I'd love to dress up with a lady friend of mine
as this pair... I wonder if any 90s headz would notice who we were? This was definitely not Busta's best emceeing, but an enjoyable song no-less!

Actually, it makes me want to undress - somebody - aight Miss Janet! You're bringing me back to 17! :c)

...and it all started from a glass of water... Incredible wetness for your body and soul. In a world full of boxes, music is an escape and its curators are able to flow all over- eachother-and into our minds... overtly subtle sexiness...and a pulsiing beat to move to. YEAH!

Physics II

With one class to go plus the final, I am proud to say that I'm near the top (if not #1) in my Physics II class! I've worked very hard to stay on top of this challenging course in an accelerated summer semester. It's been a time of reading, note taking, homework, and test taking, as expected.

But this time around my motivation to succeed has been exceptional! Realizing that this is a major stepping stone towards PT school, I've worked to show the admissions boards that I'm worthy of admittance to their Doctoral program.

My midsummer night's dream is to secure an A in Physics II and to get an acceptable score on the GRE. With my applications in-hand, I'm close to putting it out there and praying for admittance. This is exactly what I want to do for the working years of my life and I hope to move into my final stages of formal education in the 2009 academic year.

Coupled with volunteering at Grady Memorial hospital, I'm doing what I can to secure my place in the first year class of Physical Therapy Students! What school I'll attend, I do not know... but, I am sure where I am to be, I'll be. Keep me in your prayers as I seek to close out Physics II, take the GRE, and apply to PT school this year! With apps due in December, I'm ahead of schedule and am proud of my planning and focus. This is a beautiful struggle... with rewards beyond belief! I want to work a good job and to help others to heal. May my dreams come true through hard work, dedication, planning, and many Blessings from Above. I give thanks for the nature of this blog as its a joy for a Black Man to be in my position! :c) Way to go you! Way to Go!!! You're making the MOST of these hard economic times! The big payback to my former slacking-self. Peace to older and more serious D. Peace to smart D. Peace to hard-working D. Peace to appreciative D. and Peace to future D.
Give Thanks!

-delano

The House of Dope

Believers with songs of joy on their hearts and swords of justice in their hands...
Atlantis rises to those who seek the Dopest of the Dope. In the form of music and dance, rhythm, rhyme, metephor, and prophecy... the house extends its open canvas to the painters of new worlds. Part graphic arts studio, part kitchen, part domicile, and part church, The House of Dope is a toarch in the West End calling to its womb Artisans of Atlanta's "underground" community. Though Dope where ever one goes, to be admitted into the House of Dope requires an invitation, directions, and a paintbrush...

-reporting from outside yet, always inside, The House of Dope.

-delano

like that

so, I've got Wimbledon pumpin through the cathode ray tube and on the "title screen" prior to a commercial break they played a few classic notes of "Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like That)" by, Digable Planets... how cool is that?

-delano

venting

I'm up with the birds. congrats to me. got stuff to do and imma do it, so there! -i can't believe this... i'm still trippin. this is jacked up. i'm happy to be here, no doubt but, it's jacked up. wtf. i'm 27. why does this matter anymore? not like i want it to stop, but that's besides the point. venting to my self..... i've got a song to sing... and it goes like this.......

-delano

unfad(e)able

"so please don't try to fade me"_Snoop

i awoke from a bad dream... i was driving my deceaced grandfather's car...in the dream he was still living...which had some odd steering problems which caused me to hit several cars in a parking lot as I tried to leave. In the dream I left no notes and tried to "get away" with it... one of the fellas got to me and b4 I awoke I had something around my neck and was facing a 5 on 1 pummeling. sucks!

I thought to my now awake self... you're not as strong as you think...you fear fights...esp. when wrong...and by being jumped by 5 other dudes. then i came and made some internet rounds and decided to blog about my dream... I now feel very strong to try in the face of a cruel and unforgiving world, to see the best in others even when denied. why, :c) that's my secret. --to inquire about my secret, please answer the following question: ... "wanna take a ride?"!

-delano

Grady

In the midst of the financial crisis I've logged almost 100 hours of volunteer time in the Rehab Therapy Division. In preparation for physical therapy school, I've managed to contribute to the functionability of this landmark facility. It's been a pleasure working in public health and I may return after my education. It's a wonderful experience! I've seen wound care in the burn unit and in hydro, helped on the med-surg. floor (7A) and spent significant time in the occupational therapy gym on the 4th. The work i've done has afforded me a position with Integrated Physical Therapy, an aquatics centered company that leases space in the Marcus Jewish Community Center and The Buckhead Athletic Club. I'm excited about all I'll learn and continue my march towards my doctorate in physical therapy.

-de.(lah)-no

bumpy knuckles

dubbed the "fist bump," this moment in american history will be remembered by critics and proponents alike. When Michelle and Barack exchanged dap many unfamiliar spectators combed their rolodexes for Black friends inquiring on the "suspicious gesture..."
Is it something to fear? Do Black people have a "secret code," what does it mean?!! Viable news sources such as Time Magazine ( http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1812102,00.html) and The New York Times (http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/06/11/deconstructing-the-bump/) were there to report their findings to the general public...

During times of economic hardship and global instability, this enigmatic "close fisted hand shake," as one source called it, made major headlines. Imagine being put on assignment to write that story...
The HISTORY of THE FIST BUMP. I laugh my mother land loving ass off! This proves how timid and frightful the outsiders are of a black revolution, the rise of a "black messiah," and the dipping of the oval office in chocolate sauce.
I am aware of fondue but really, we call it "dipping." Anyway, I'm about to dip out of my little snicker filled tirade. Enjoy your day and remember, the high five is out, I've never heard of a fist bump, and give ya boy a pound!
Dap me up and I'll holla atcha lata... :getting the dirt off my shoulder:

-delano

God is Good

All the Time! And All the Time, God is Good!
note to self: you are smart...doubting yourself does no good... follow your natural progression...things are better than fine...

Yesterday I got my first Physics II test back and you know what? I was one of two students who got top scores! I am excited by what I'm able to accomplish with hard work and dedication to my future. I am so happy! I've discovered another social networking site and am connecting, like a mug to friends from high school and college. I love that! I love my friends...near and far. I look back and am happy to have always been a friendly guy, especially to underdogs and the ostracized...

I feel really good about myself for always being true to others by being true to myself. I love me! My friend Sharice is pregnant! Wow! For a long time "we" were worried that she would be unable to get pregnant, but her fiance and her have happy news! It's great... the time must be right and yet another one of my friends is moving into the next stages of life.

I have so far to go. I feel more than prepared. I feel elated that I'm growing by the day and am optimistic. :c) "You go boy!"

I'm glad I haven't done people wrong and that makes me very happy. I do make mistakes and I'm glad to be aware of them. I love my blog for its simplicity and complexity. This is me. From me, by me, to me...

Delano, you are a specialty. A delight. A treat. A gifted soul who is abundantly blessed! You are a light in the world and kind to those you meet. You are a helping hand and a friend, You seek the best in people and you look to share love. You are creative and passionate. Your love is strong and it runs deep. You have nothing to fear!!!

What I want, I receive... sometimes, God, you are TOO MUCH FOR ME!!! And I thank you! In loving liberty,

Delano

Gnarls Barkley (track by track analysis)

Charity Case - Emotional Spectrum Analysis
Who's Gonna Save My Soul asks the question
Going On is this album's thesis...
Run is the kaleidoscope club anthem, that seeks to lightly zap us forward
Would Be Killer - ...inverse pessimism = optimism (dark tinted optimism.. angst driven hope)
Open Book - sleeper track of the album ... number 6 is the inside-out expose of soul
Whatever - whatever
Surprise - did you know we could do that? (production gets heavy props)
No Time Soon - how drab days feel with a lover lost in mind... kinda like Would Be Killer, but a lil more sob soaked...
She Knows- A GB response to Jay-Z's "I Know"
Blind Mary- youthful coping mechanism, think devin the dude at a wind-up toy- fair
Neighbor- you always wanted to be just like GB, dont'cha!!!
In actuality, life feels a little bit better... and yours should too... :"you don't have to be grown to grow" One step at a time...Going On.... pain in me...tryna gain...refuse to die in vein...soul...gold... "this is where I've been, and when adversity comes...etc." YOU GET IT.

-brilliantly subtle and microcosmic. inside out, past present and futuristic, in the sense that's not too far away... it's already inside of u! rock on children!

The Odd Couple (Oddly Enough)

Whose Gonna Save Your Soul?

"you've been lied to, its already inside you"
these two set out not to be crazy musical saviors as much as they are trying to be musicians...
what else can you expect from two aware individuals who shine a humble hope with a musically gene-altering project. "GIVE IT AWAY NOW"

The track, my personal favorite, Going On, serves as the project's thesis. In a personal time of unrequited love angst, this is a grown and gritty take on coping. Who needs to speak for you but yourself? And if you need a push, Run! There are lack-luster places, but what weeks come without Mondays or Thursdays at 3:30pm? Let this one be more of a slice of life than a beaming pedestal of freedom... it has its costs and loving Mary is one way to entertain yourself without buying gas or paying club cover charges...

but by all means, if you go, dance, run, free your mind and your ass will follow.

in two words - would be killer is the -inverted pessimistic- track, sure to turn astute listeners inside-out...
we do need ya Lo and Dangermouse is your the go-to guy.

we can dig it, more so than falling to our knees or worse...
a human quest into the unknown needs no guides but intrinsic motivation...that is, how much you want to let go dictates how far you'll ultimately go...

floating feng shui in outer space
-delano

Still Standing

Physics II in the summer is fun. I's not easy, but I REALLY do get a kick out of learning new material! This is a great challenge! I have so much riding on this last pre-requsite before applying to grad school and i'm so glad to be working my plan! :c) I have quite a bit of work to do and i'm giving it all I've got! It feels great. I plan on at least doing all I can and to probe the instructor for as much information as possible!

We are talking about springs and sound for test #1. Wow. I'm not gonna even stress it! But, on the soul-ar level... as more time passes the intensity of our vibrations seems to increase! :c) weird... but this indirect relationship is producing some very powerful waves... again, miss lady: its not in my hands, but if it is in God's plan then I'll be ready to see you, again miss lady. I told myself i'd try and let all of this go and to just be okay with everything... we'll i'm fine but the letting go part is weird. I mean after all this time why should I?

You're still Bad and Tough is how I like my challenges/turn-ons....

Of course an easy A wouldn't hurt but at the end of the day...earning that A is well worth the missed social outings and applied focus...
Work =force * distance
F=ma
KE=1/2mv^2

and then there were waves...

-delano

kicker

tardiness.

wrappeD up

today was a good day.
a study day, a work day.

physics II is real!

but it felt good to work through the reading and homework problems.
I'll be going to bed soon.

I also did some yard work in preparation for this weekend's graduation celebration for my youngest sister. Complete with full lawn refuse bags.

"Working it out" is my mantra...

I'm learning how important staying on task is...
how one can never really lose focus and not suffer.

sweetness is celebrated after hard work and sacrifice...that's what makes it really sweet. I'm glad I'm learning this now while there is still time. Losing respect later is unacceptable.

So, my bit-o-honey came with a conversation and this blog. I called a Hampton graduate who majored in physics to discuss some basic concepts in ideal spring motion. That is the relationship between oscillations and rotational motion at constant velocity... It's not bad. the work requires manipulation of base formulas and an understanding of diagramming through core conceptualization. It's interesting and kinda fun. But the best part is the brain intellectual stimulation that comes from thinking and focusing.

It's definitely not the same as making out, but making out the correct answers has unique benefits as I press on towards my goal. Good evening and Goodnight.

-delano

signing out

my purpose and mission define my present and future.
i grow less attached to things i cannot change
and work towards achieving my ultimate goals...

this is Delano signing out.

over the years i've worked to build my network in the
arts community in Atlanta...

soon, i will align my professional purpose
with the movement and philosophical
tennents of my artistic life.

see the picture on this page?
I'm making my way towards
upholding the ideals of
cultured dance with a professional
education.

I'm defining my career now.
I love it! I mean I REALLY
LOVE PHYSICAL THERAPY!

I'll begin working as an aquatic
physical therapy technitian
next week. I'll be learning
first-hand how this particular
form of PT works and deeply continue
networking prior to applying
to DPT programs.

This is a great time for me.
I'll take this time to sign out...

To my former self,
I sign out... its
been great knowing ya.

branded.

i'm not at my breaking point. but the world is in so much upheaval that I cannot live without expressing my care for you. i know there has been much energy transmitted between us but, I care for you. i want to feel like its ok to call you. i still don't. i want to hear your voice and maybe i'll call...but for now i'll wait till your birthday. i feel honored to live and love your glow. you are still very special to me. the Universe still reminds me of you around every corner. what can i say...i still seek you. i get nervous thinking of how "tough" a relationship would be with you. but i am motivated by this uncertainty. there will be things we will both have to accept about each other in order to make something work. my question is do you want to try and make something work? it does not have to be today...really i put no time restraints on your decision. to honor myself i believe both that i deserve better and that you are actually worth this sacrifice. optimistically i believe you/ i am worth getting better first. i have a way to go and for being on my path I am grateful. I trust that what i started i will have another go at. but, there really is no way of knowing if the point is just to love someone with all you've got or if i will actualize something incredible with you in the flesh. you are more than i asked for..you are exactly what i needed to get by and beyond. i enjoy this time of focusing on my responsibilities, as it prepares me for my future as a PT. You remember me, i know, i feel you luv. what more can i say?

honeywine beekeeper

i stick to what remains
be it said in crystals
geometric projections
pattern thoughts
forming paisley
hand drawn "2 touch"
notice feather strokes raiment
sips of impressionist tea

sharpie ink
blots testing
coordination
dance on canvas
concrete laws
abide with we
presently gifted
copper splashed
rapping paper
pride and peace


look into she
sew the sea

your hum vibrates stunning circles
i know why care for you, yellow
astounds me
i feel worthy and unworthy darkness
hovering

i feel for you Wonderous
seek self in pools of music wandering
if i know i was there
how you came to get a deal
is a good one I see
season's specialty:
superWinter
interwoven cloaks of woman
power people
casting envy paintings on
lifestyle auction blocks

human being her best in all things
a part her make and modeling
setting sun strides spotting
beaches

i know you read daily news
good, better, best
relentless progress
retire sleeplessness
dance on opportunity's shoestrings
footworking greatness flexing insteps
yet with patience flicker
wealth of character reflected smoke
i part with rain drops while winning
parade ribbons and space shuttles

i feel your savvy dripping ripe
it is sexier i know
when we keep effervescent gasps quiet
and wobble silence
i offer eyelids open
whip lashes ordained by
suffering is life
part of this departing
attachment kept me
heartheaded

ferment nectar
between us honey bee
flower pollen release
royally gel
what will be
what we need
but simple breeze...

"Tiny Man, Huge Ego"

So, the devil wears Prada... I've been reviewing this dated yet, lovely movie. i like it. my favorite scene was when Andy snickered about two belts that looked similar during a review. Miranda then explains the fashion chain of command that led to Andy's cerulean sweater. As external as it may be, fashion, "is more than art, its what [we] live in...well, some people."

Interestingly, it's what innovators do even on the ground level that influences the fashion world. Military jackets which are in/going out of style were big in the conscious circles. My first exposure to fashion reflecting life was when i saw a Dior collection about two years ago (don't quote me) of RED, GREEN, and YELLOW stripes integrated with earth tones on bags and belts. Of course I'd seen sects of the "earthy," artistic, and Caribbean/ Afro-centric communities splashed with these colors for years... What a morning that was! I believe I was watching a morning news program one summer before work. Hm. Then it was camouflage. How interesting that a style popularized by Boot Camp Clique and other military minded hip hop groups of the mid-late 90s made its way to the runway. Over the past two summers I've seen pockets of euro-American families draped in BDU-inspired prints. Hm. Then it was hats... big-apple styles of the rasta/locked hair communities that was in. Heck, even in the movie Andrea sports a girl's golfer/apple styled cap.

The arts/hipster community has always been big on color contrasts... Y'all remember the 80s? These days I see pumps of all bright shades, bags of solid brilliance, and top-coats throughout the winter that stand out amongst dark shades in suits and sweaters.

Interesting flow... a give and take indeed.
So, in being myself, which always seems to keep me conservatively classic, I'm learning to appreciate the world we live in the same breath as preparing for a career in patient care.

"So where are these fabulous copies?"
"With the twins, on their way to grandma's Is there anything else I can do"
"m -m, that's all."

-love it.

equasions

I labled my scratch paper with specifiic problem numbers with pink highlighter. For the first time I took a final feeling BETTER after I took it than before. My stomach was in a tiny knot prior to sitting down at 6:05 for my Physics Final. It's been an intriguing semester , learning about Forces, Friction, Attraction, and Energy. This is a rare occasion...I'm done with this hurdle and have one more final to attack tomorrow. There is also this pesky lab final to take Wednesday evening, but no sweat. I claim the success I feel now, satisfied I did what I could do to get the highest score within my ability.

There will be another Physics final... this summer, all things considered Physics II. And when the day for that final arrives I hope I feel better than I do right now, knowing I'm within inches of graduate school applications.

tonight I'll rest and glance at some STATS tomorrow... I'm between an A and a B going into the assesment event. I wish myself luck and also have a show at Apache tomorrow night.

GRAND.

Progress Process

Everything is Everything... I write with many bestowed blessings. Classes are over. I have but finals to go and sitting in the zone for both physics and statistics. "A very beautiful morning," indeed. My march towards professional school is almost at its half-way point. I am excited and am enjoying many aspects of my observation at Grady. Last tuesday I was intrigued by a case of muscle tone with contracture as a result of stroke. It made me want to research and find a cure. At least some way to keep the situation from worsning or to relieve some of the tightness.

I really love my field! I'm going to make an excellent PT! I'm glad I at least have a goal in mind and have started this involved process of applying. I even have friends who are already in the field lookin out for me along the way! I am so thankful! Shout out to C.Harris! Thanks for inviting me to speak at your wedding! I wish you all the best!

Preshate ya. I'm good.

I thought about writing a semi-autobiographical novel called "The Market."

good riddims

i showed out last nite!

i received great complements from patrons of Culturgasm at Luella's Soul Food Restaurant. My performance was called, "Theatrical..." and the dj asked me if I'd ever considered writing a one-man-play... I have another show this sunday! That show's host was electrified by my show last night! I'm happy to impress her and the crowd with my poetic talents. I spoke of peace, collective integrity, and our history.

My new friend Abby is pregnant by a married man. :c( Whoa. How many strikes is that?

-delano

:c)

I'm nearing the end of my semester at Atlanta Metropolitan College! Physics and Statistics are both well under control and I started reviewing for my final in Physics (two -weeks away) today.

I'm proud of myself!

I have a few more graded assignments in each class prior to the finals so ... as confirmed in Physics tonight, we've covered almost all of our major information. I hope to score well on our web-assignment this weekend. Also, there will be an assignment in STATS either tomorrow or Thursday. Get Ready is my motto for the next 48 hrs.

My dood SMART was contacted by rapper Ludacris. How cool! I hope he is able to share his talents with the world.

I would also like to send prayerful peace to my new friend Abby. Her brother is locked up on intent to distribute and its a hard case to talk his way out of...
She is also working hard on a job that isn't her immediate passion. I'm glad she's been recognized for doing excellent work around the office. I hope she's able to progress to her area of desired employment. Psychotherapy. She's a mystic but needs to cleanse her body and mind prior to trusting herself more. It will help her to live a life she can rationally trust in order for her to demonstrate more self-actualized movements in her life. Her intuition is inline with the Universe, so trusting will make things more clear and hopefully provide a greater sense of peace and willingness to "go with the flow."
-delano

brown baggin it

can i tell you of my joys and not my sorrow?

here it is. I was given an opportunity unlike many in the world. a safe ascension into adulthood. true many of my choices kept me aligned with my Divine purpose, but I cannot explain being born of my parents. they sacrificed all, so that I might have a chance out here to make it. to make something of myself. and look at me. here living with them still. though I will apply to a doctoral program very soon, I cannot help but feel it is too little to late. as i typed those words, they sounded a lil silly, given this is the rest of my life I'm speaking of... but for now. at 26, I have far to go - "miles to go before I sleep." Something natural is forcing me out of this situation but at the same time keeping me here until further notice. It will be an interesting ride these next few months. Quickly they approach...the days of winter when wonderland was delivered wrapped in pretty brown paper.


I feel stupid for not having enough Faith growing up. I feel slighted for not having enough guidance, and I feel fortunate for becoming so cautious. I actually do like myself; is that enough? No. I'm not satisfied. I could go for the gusto and rent just to get out... or I can chill and get a house when the time is right... When I was younger I thought about "you." I wondered what you would would be like... And things really got interesting when I actually met you. Like nine years hitting me all at once. In the flesh. I couldn't have been happier. Just as I imagined. More like me than I could fathom...and from around the way. I Am not just liking some random chick. I hope to not be to late to fulfil my duties to you. That is how I feel too... "dutied" to you. Like, I know it in my bones... and my choices either bring me closer or further the gap. (I have no doubt that you are progressing as you always do... may I not be a burden upon your back, nor an irksome trouble in your mind, nor a worry upon your spirit)

I simply miss you and there is no chemical that can replace you and no other who can captivate me like you. I have much to live for and part of that motivation prepares me for a second encounter... well, time is telling.

you already know - so smart - so forward thinking... they amaze me, your speeds. fast as lightning slow as a snail... --you're making me giggle--

WE ARE
the I AM
the HERE and NOW
ALWAYS & FOREVER
LIVING ASCENSION

May the Grace of the Lord be with us all, Amen.

lockets of ink

I was reminded today of why I keep people close. Nothing in particular sparked my reminisce, but with time things change and the recollection of how things were never seems to go away. In my recent days I've been wanting to speak with aunt mildred, but couldn't... I know when I think of her she hears, but it's not the same as going to visit her, help her around her apartment, taking her shopping, cleaning for her, or even visiting her in the hospital... What is done is done. I am very glad to have been an adopted nephew to her and to help her when her blood family was unable or didn't care.

I digress... I love you because your existence is like God smiling on me. You are sunshine in my life like 5:45pm springtime...a reminder of noon, welcoming evening.
I am sure there are others out there who would make me happy. You however, are something different. I love you when I shouldn't. When things go well and when times are hard. Your strength radiates from that month like lasting chastisement. Your tenderness is an abode of mine. I will see and have seen many things. They pale in comparison to Black Woman Rising. I am very much changed by you, by God, by my decisions. I've never been... You are my first and I see why it is hard for some to openly accept emotions. It is not easy, nor is it what I expected. However, I love you and there is nothing that will change that. I am beyond wanting you. You're simply a part of me now, and with that... I keep you in my locket.

I'm not one for necklaces anymore, so think of it as a locket of ink, under my skin, a badge of honor I parade for the people.

And I think some ladies are perceptive enough to notice my art in this city of ink. they look at me like none have ever before. I'm not really prepared for all this attention. Coming out of left field, they say, "Delano for President..." Part of it is that there are few who can claim to have "had" me...for this there are no rumors good or bad floating out there about me. There were times I would have liked to answer a few of their questions, but I'm comfortable with my position. Life seems so short...this is why I blog these things. I deeply hope to share this with you if you haven't found it already... alas, reality. I do not know. And because I don't know I will err on the side of optimism. Be there a day that I see you again, like they were but better. Be there a day I can do simple things with you and complex things too. Be there a day when you tell me the quiet offerings of your heart. I fantasize about life...not smutty orgies and Sodom. I have this tattoo... an emotional scar I allowed to scab over. I applied ointment of cloves and drinks, poor advise, and pain... But all I seem to see is art. You move like a ballerina with the voice of reason and determination. Your style is impecible. Your face is soft. Your smile is as freely given as it is to be earned. You are a challenge in my life, that I might succeed. I will continue... I hope to show you my tattoo.

Imma Do Me

so, i was listening to jay-z gangster ish (The Nigerian Gangster mash-up)and feelin like crap. hard to discount black success, but at what cost? our family is turning into individuals... we all have our own minds and bodies, but collectiveism is a way of life for me. some may feel it a weakness, a co-dependence of sorts... but i didn't build my honda nor do i grow my own food. co-dependence is why there is more than one human being in this experiment of soul... I believe The Creator intended for us to aid each other while confined to this planet. I am working through a fascinating time in my life, where my success seems to echo universal success... rather I'm discovering how important I Am in the Grand Scheme of Things. What can I do but serve certain humanity, within reach?

trains i hear youth calling me forward
"children of the night"
"young dusk dancers"

the world is changing, really it is "changed," and we kinda play catch-up on a daily basis... the decisions that shape tomorrow were made yesterday and the present is all we have. our final frontier and last chance to change what will be. I challege all my space cadets to fear not the monotony...for your focus is fuel. At any given moment you can impact the globe for good. Find "teachable moments" in everyday life, learn something about your-self.. make a smile. cause a smile. give a smile...

life is not "getting to me" as much as my imperfections are and this morning I feel relieved to have this diary of sorts. Keeping a diary is splendid. Safer than safe sex lasting longer than regrets, my blog. I'm blogging about blogging... yes, i'm a writer and am getting better at it by the day. One must constantly think and internally dialogue, in a coherent fashion in order to express complex ideas effeciently and effectively. I am fortunate to have such abilities at a young age. Really, I'm glad my abilities are marketable. NOTE TO SELF--I need to study grammer books and PROOF READ--

It's a wonderful struggle, a beautiful fault of mine... ego. "Imma do me, watch me do me." Ha!

everything.

i want to tell her everything. what a feeling i keep stowed away! i want to tell her everything. so, she'll know who she's dealing with. so she can appreciate me. i want to tell her everything. as i try to understand myself, i want to share the incredible things i find. i want to tell her everything. like the open mic i need when those really strong feelings emerge. i want to tell her everything. but this silence makes words seem superfluous, extra... i want to tell her everything. i seek a best friend. i want to tell her everything and have it be our secret. i want to tell her everything and she listens intently. and what she is told, she remembers. she will touch me lightly with her concern for me. she will be my biggest team player. she will be my first resource and strongest defense... she brings me peace and joy.

i want to tell her everything.

i want her to be pleased with me. i want her to challenge me with her love. i want her to make me better. i want her to laugh with me. i want her to be happy. i want our times apart to be as revealing as our times together. i want our smarts to allow us to begin our exploration of life's grandest joys after we feel like it can't get any better. i want our best to make a difference in the lives of others. i want us to dance well together. i want us to learn together and to one day participate in the grand experiment of parenthood. i want us to be kind to our friends, family, and bond. i want us to crush what we thought love was with wings away from what it isn't. i want us to be ... who God designed us to be.

humanly everything.

frustr8teD

I wonder if sex will change everything. Of course I want it to make our bond stronger, but will it deprive us of that supernatural desire? I am adjusting to being an adult with this final frontier still in the balance. To be or not to be, lovers. I am aware of my body and that nothing is forever, including having a good person in your life. Call this my spring fever, moreso than actually going out there and doin it, yet...

For me I 've lightly been asking the Universe for relief and I've gotten exactly what I've needed: some attention and the mindset that I am NOT being overlooked by special sistas. But, I'm still celibate!

It's nice to see ya out there still hopeful to engage in good conversation. I am loving myself more by the day and being appreciated by others helps. My fear is of the Lord and of not being fully appreciated by a female partner. I have a feeling I won't compromise my way of treating others, but am close to taking advantage of opportunities if presented. I believe those who want to be close to me deserve something, especially if I'm diggin them. I can't help being a giving person. People NEED help. On that tip I've been helping myself. Getting good grades and on the home stretch for my couple of classes prior to applying to grad school. Feels like I desreve a vacation of sorts...and boy do I like affection (a good kiss is my threesome!).

Also, i've been drinking water, by the bottle, by the pack...

On a weird note I got bit by a dog this past weekend in Newport News. I was there on a brief stop in VA before driving up to Maryland where I was to speak at a friend from Hampton's wedding. The dog bit me on my left forearm. We were in the lobby of a brand new apartment building, quite a public place, quite a leashed dog, and no prior warning in the form of a bark or snarl. Ouch! I went to the doctor and was given a tetanus shot. I may have to sue or settle out of court... My Harvard Law graduate cousin should provide some base advise as how to best handle the situation.

**on a great note, my poetic selection for the wedding made the groom shed tears b/c of its artistry :c)

For now I've got plenty of studying to do this weekend and a show tonight...legs already broke folks, see ya!

ReceDing

Accepting greatness in your life does not come with cruise controls. Living to a certain personal ideal means moving while others don't, and remaining still in chaos. As I age, I find more reasons to love myself...for being myself. At times, normalcy seems very attractive. But, of course being anything but yourself will lead to major issues down the road. I take pride in living and loving as I do, which is quite freely. There are indeed times when I'm able to channel my energy and complete "tasks." Though free-spirited, I do enjoy working to satisfy my soul. Being me, involves focusing my passion and when "work" is involved aligning my passion and my progress make for a very hard working me and dedication to a career.
This is why I've chosen physical therapy as a career goal. It allows me to remain in service to humanity and to earn the respect from this world that I deserve. I find my own ways of remaining open to this type of "assisting" energy. It guides me and as such, I've become quite an emotional sponge for others. That added to the fact that I feel greatly under appreciated by some people, self-denial, and falling in the Cancer astrological sign are making my hair thin.

I must decide in my 20s if I will make use of Rogaine or some god-forsaken goo to make my hair grow back... I don't like that idea. whatever happens, happens.

Beautiful life, I thank you for sparing us for this long. I thank you for keeping watch over us and enabling us to try to get better. Thank you for agitating us when we revert. Thank you for allowing us to think, get confused, and still have to make decisions. Thank you for giving us issues, that we might seek You still. Thank you for help from other human when it is needed. Thank you for making us each individuals. Thank you for designing us to grow. Thank you for giving us just what we need, even if it makes us temporarily uncomfortable. Thank you for times of joy, peace, and happiness.

I've reached a point I must be ready for. The meeting of a new friend. What will I make of what I've started. Part of me is ok...what's done is done and will remain. Then part of me doesn't want any new friends...well kinda. And yet still, I accept this person as worthy as any other. So, do I feel weird. Not really, just want to enjoy life as I should. Oh yeah, I actually got jealous of that L.A.N. you showed up with at the party. Kinda funny that he looked lame, but whatever... it worked.