Going Back

This past weekend my wife and I were in Baltimore for my friend’s wedding reception.  Devin is one of the few people I still communicate with from undergrad.  He was one of my groomsmen for our wedding.  He and his wife did a destination wedding in Jamaica last December.  Though it would have been a great time traveling to the Caribbean, Monica and I weren’t able to go.  The stateside celebration was a great opportunity to come show our love and support for their new union.

Monica and I planned to arrive a little early to take a look at the campus; an impromptu reunion if you will.  Although it was night, we could see drastic changes.  The new student center, Engineering buildings, and off-campus housing made me a tad envious of the current students.  But much of the old charm remained.  Like Soper Library.  I’m guessing it’s abandoned now, or at least being used for a different purpose.  One of the peculiar features of this building was while the elevator buttons allowed you to select floors B-10, the building only had 4 floors.  Soper Library is special because this is where Monica and I had our first “date” 15 years ago (wow; can’t believe I just typed that).  And then there was the Refectory.  Many a meal was had here, as well as heated debates on topics ranging from who had the better diss track?: Nas or Jay-Z, to Operation Iraqi Freedom.  As we drove through campus, all these forgotten memories came rushing back.  I constantly amazed at how the mind just stores these things for what seems like forever, only to recall them at a moments notice.

The reception was pleasant; glad to welcome Devin as his bride into the fellowship of the ring.

One Man’s Trash…

Sometime ago I was disposing of some rubbish in the trash room of my apartment complex. I was taken aback by what I saw:

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No that isn’t a view of my trash room, but that is what I found: a bike. I was taken aback by the fact it was in there, but also that it was in the condition it was in. Besides loose break lines and a little TLC, it looked to be in great shape. I looked around suspiciously, expecting to see a camera crew or that dude from ABC’s What would you do?, but nope nothing.

I quickly disposed of my refuse and walked the bike out of the trash room towards my building. My wife gave me a perplexed look when I entered our apartment. Knowing her thoughts I said, “I obtained this through legal means.” Kay-Kay came running up and said, “Wow a Bike! Can I ride it?” I smiled. “Maybe when you get a little bigger.”

I took the bike to a shop near my job and had them asses the necessary repairs. The shop worker estimated no more than $75 worth of work. I was pumped. I had been thinking of a way to get some more exercise, and wanted to purchase a bike anyway. I just didn’t know what type of bike or how much I should invest, so what better than a free tester.

Thank you Bike Fairy!

Sidewalk Art

The other day as Kay-Kay and I were walking to our building I asked him, “Do you want to draw on the sidewalk?” Without hesitation he exclaimed, “Sure!”

Kay-Kay doesn’t go far without his trusty sock. In it are kept some of his most prized possessions: chalk. It is the cause of incessant arguing and consternation in our household. If Kay-Kay has the chalk, our daughter Kema is fighting for her share, and vice versa. Kay-Kay began taking the “jewels” with him when he left the house to ensure they were safe from his sister’s clutches (he’s nearly 5 while she’s 2 and a half, so for now he’s in control). I just laugh.

Here’s some of our work. I say our because I started out helping, but soon was taking direction from Kay-Kay the art director. The recent rain has since washed it all away, but we were greeted warmly by fellow tenants who passed us by as we worked.

Enjoy. 🙂

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The wheels on the Bus…
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Abstract Piece, Shinning Sun, Smiley Face, Apple, and ice cream cone w/3 scoops
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Bigger cone with many scoops, including sprinkles
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Close up of trusty pouch (finger poking through hole)

You think you’re being held back, but you aren’t.

I think Seal is one of the baddest dudes out there.  It’s not just the fact that he’s a Grammy Award winning international Pop Star.  Seal gets love all over the world because his musical sound is unique and never compromising.  That voice; so distinctive, his music often causes me to consider how I view things.

The other day I was listening to his first album, track number 4, a song called Crazy.  

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Seal (When he was wilder, younger, with more hair).

The bridge of the sound goes like this:

In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy
In a world full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy

I played the song a second time.

I listened to the bridge again:

In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy
In a world full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy

Earlier, I had delete a few apps on my phone, cleared numerous hyperlinks from my internet capable devices, as well as my Netflix queue.  All these things were time sinks.  I was beginning to regret the decision, fearing I would be bored of nothing to do.  But then I realized, this was the pattern of my own self sabotage.  

Why wouldn’t I want more free time?  Isn’t this the excuse I give for not pursuing all these great ideas in my head? 

The safe and easy thing was to continue to allow addictive tendencies to rob me of the one true resource we have, which is time.  The safe and easy thing was to continue to waste countless hours (and I do mean countless) playing video games, watching movies, lurking message boards looking for cheap laughs, and window shopping on eBay.  The safe and easy thing was to continue to make excuses, instead of facing the truth; I didn’t want to fly.

No more.

I want to fly.

 Isn’t that crazy?