Too Busy For Blogging.....

Sometimes professional people have meetings, conferences and trainings to attend. Other times you just get lazy and don’t feel like typing. That will explain my absence from posting to this blog. For the rest of the week I will either be extremely busy, trying not to fall asleep during a presentation, or watching the NFL draft. I won’t even mention the NBA playoffs. This post will have to cover everything. There are five things I learned the last week and a half.

1. Punk ass cowards always want to hurt people and then kill themselves like that dude at Virginia Tech. If you were that pissed you should have stayed alive and faced the work.
2. I love my sisters but it’s very unprofessional to come to a business meeting with some dude’s teeth marks on your neck.
3. Dirk Nowitzki is the most overrated basketball player in the NBA. He is going to single handedly get my homeboy Avery Johnson fired.
4. Never assume that someone will conduct themselves like you do just because you have the same DNA.
5. The “No Snitching” feature on 60 Minutes was a allot worse and more harmful to the future of black people than anything said by Don Imus.

On April 28 there is a march across the Industrial Canal to the Lower Ninth Ward in order to “Reclaim our Land”. I’m all for protest but the people already have the land. We need the damn money. The funniest thing I have heard in a long time is the Road Home commercials on the radio. Apparently, they found the only black dude in the city of New Orleans to actually receive his check. I won’t even mention the commercials about the school system.

Speaking of the New Orleans school system….In August it will be two years since Katrina. If the state hasn’t broken ground on at least one new school facility in the city, I think it will be ok to take up arms and declare ourselves and independent state. We can hold the Superdome hostage for ransom. How in the held are we 600 teachers short when we fired thousands of teachers without a thought? That tells me that they had no plans on any of these kids coming back.

I think the turning point for the city will come when the white people of the city admit out loud that they are having to suffer because they made the choice to live in the parish associated with all these black people. We can fight for things as one New Orleans after that. As the days go by and the money sits in Washington and Baton Rouge, I think it’s time to start asking the question that if the 17th St. Canal broke on the other side would things be taking this long. Lakeview isn’t that far away from the St. Bernard Project. If things were going slow to frustrate that Seventh Ward community from coming back then you would have to wait to. I think white people inside the city take some of those racism claims too personal. You can’t deny the facts no matter what color you are. The Superdome is damn near brand new inside and it was top priority. I passed Barbara Jordan Elementary School yesterday and they just started taking the damage furniture out this week.

Someone in OPEC or Exxon/Mobil has the direct line to a higher power. How else could you explain that at the exact time the weather gets so hot that you have to run the air conditioner in your car gas goes up about seventy five cents a gallon. No human can guess at this so accurately without help.

I have some good news. If three more houses are torn down in certain spots, I will be able to sit on my car in my driveway and actually look right into Club 7140. I will be able to check out the club scene without getting dressed. It will be just like living across the street from the barroom like I did in high school.

I would like to officially start the movement to boycott the Disney corporation. Every weekend they run hundreds of commercials full of kids and their parents have a blast at one of their theme parks. Everybody looks so happy but they never show the next six months with mom and dad are getting second jobs because it took two hundred dollars just to buy a weeks worth of hamburgers and fries. You try explaining to a three year old that it will take years of saving the nickels and pennies she finds in your car before she can get to Disney World with that method. It’s time to set some traps for Mickey’s ass.

Props to the Jazz and Heritage Festival for giving Ed Bradley a tradition New Orleans Jazz Funeral.

Peace to the Virginia Tech students that are going back to class.

Number 42

Sixty years ago today Jackie Robinson took the field for the Brooklyn Dodgers against the Boston Reds. He was the first African American to play in a major league game. I don't know if enough young people understand what baseball meant to America in 1947. Baseball was more than a game in 1947. In many ways it was the symbol of America. It took a hell of a man to be willing to make the mental sacrifice necessary to break that color line. Try going to work everyday and suffer abuse knowing that for the good of an entire race of people you can't retaliate and let's see how long you last. For the laws and structure of the country at the time and the significance placed on baseball by white America, Jackie Robinson playing that game 60 years ago has to be one of the top three moments in African American history. If you don't know anything about the man or this story, please go find a book and read. The one I read when I was ten was only 30 pages long so you don’t need much time to read about it. It might help put things in perspective the next time your supervisor asks you to stay an hour late and you want to go to his office and keep it real.

In order to balance out my appareant discuss with certain hip hop artist, I present a video of one of my favorite songs ever. Not Yet Free by The Coup. This was one of the first songs I downloaded after Katrina.

Segregating Our Respect

First of all let me say that I am a 32 year old black man who has Five Minutes of Funk by Whodini as his ring tone. I love hip hop. I still follow it like I did in my teens and I have not given up on the dream of making a mix tape one day after I get my flow right. I’m even listening to some right now as I write this. I would never speak on issues with the race and place the blame solely on the culture. That’s backwards to say anyway. Hip hop has always been built on the premise that the music reflects the world around it and not vice versa so how could it be the reason for what the community has become? I said all of that to take the focus off the fact that the following quote just happens to be from a rapper. I'm not picking on him or his music but he said it. It is what it is. The following quote comes from brother Snoop Dogg.

"[Rappers] are not talking about no collegiate basketball girls who have made it to the next level in education and sports. We're talking about ho's that's in the 'hood that ain't doing sh--, that's trying to get a n---a for his money. These are two separate things. First of all, we ain't no old-ass white men that sit up on MSNBC."

The question we need to ask is this……

Who's ready to protest on behalf of the " ho's that's in the 'hood that ain't doing sh--, that's trying to get a n---a for his money." ? Aren’t they not our sisters and worthy of the same outrage we gave that shock jock? How are they separate things? Who has been trained to detect the difference between a black woman and a "ho" by the naked eye? In regular clothes walking down the street, the Rutgers basketball team looks just like " ho's that's in the 'hood that ain't doing sh--, that's trying to get a n---a for his money" and every other black woman of their age group. I know there not and you might know that but does some white dude in Wyoming know that or some kids in Japan if we are promoting that? Is it ok to disrespect all black women that still live in the hood unless they go to college? If we are going to be valid in the statement that the aggression towards Imus was a part of a bigger movement then we have to start boycotting Snoop Dogg, his label and his sponsors tomorrow right? If not, all we did was take the easy victory over a weakened opponent. That’s just a quick adrenaline rush with no real effect on us as a people. I was having a conversation with a person I respect about this and she made a statement that maybe we probably aren’t fighting for the kind of sisters Snoop was talking about because if they were worth fighting for, they'd be fighting for themselves at least a little bit. What if they don’t know how to fight? Slaves were not in a position to fight but they had Frederick Douglass and other free blacks and abolitionists to help explain their plight. Black people in the south were segregated and under the thumb of Jim Crow. They didn't know how to fight but intelligent men and women of color stepped up when they didn’t have to and put their lives on the line for their behalf. Maybe if we fought for " ho's that's in the 'hood that ain't doing sh--, that's trying to get a n---a for his money." , they might not be “ho’s” anymore and people won’t think of disrespecting them or anyone that looks like them in public without any recourse no matter what they look like. If we eliminate all the "ho's" then there is no confusion. If someone reads this and thinks I am wrong please send me the instructions on how to look at two black women of the same age, style of dress and way of speaking and know which one's dignity is worth fighting for and which one isn’t. I’ve been living with black women my whole life and never knew it was ok to disrespect any of them.
Our generation is missing that sense of collective responsibility to one another. We lie to one another in our small circles about how the world sees us because the few of us have our act together. The truth of the matter is that at some point an intelligent black woman went somewhere without her business clothes on and a person in that place with no intimate knowledge of her culture other than the media looked at her and grouped her in with these girls walking around with Snoop on this leash. That's just how America works for us. Just to be fair, I don't go through my entire day without slipping here or there in regards to some of these issues but I also haven't made millions and traveled the world promoting my "culture" to the masses. There should be a double standard for anyone that has became wealthy from promoting the most destructive part of our community. If you don't want to be under the microscope, have Chuck D write your next album or stay home, get a real job and let someone else be the face of young black America.

No Evidence

This message is for Betty Friedan from North Carolina and everyone else who sent me about 50 emails and comments after I wrote about waiting for the evidence to come out in the Duke Lacrosse thing. Well, it turns out there was no evidence. I don't think I actually accused them of being guilty. If I did I am sorry for that. Please understand that when things like this happen and black people hear about it, our history in this country makes us react a certain way. I don't believe two wrongs make a right so since they are innocent I hope they can get everything in order. I would just like to add that this kind of thing goes on everyday in America and the accused are far less capable of defending themselves then these guys. I hope in the long run this case will lead to a review of that.

One Request for Dr. Blakely

I have no problems with how Dr. Blakely depicts our fair city. I actually agree with him for the most part. I only have one request.

Dr. Blakely, New Orleans’s belatedly appointed Hurricane Katrina recovery chief, refers to the city’s racial factions as “a bit like the Shiites and Sunnis,”

I would like to be referred to as something other than the people we are fighting in Iraq. It's bad enough I was a refugee in my own damn country after the storm. Now I am Saddam's cousin. Actually, my neighborhood is being protected by the National Guard so it's kind of accurate.

Before We Go Knocking On Our Neighbor's Door

A few sisters read my blog about Don Imus and thought I was defending him some kind of way. I wasn't doing that at all. I am not saying he should be forgiven for anything he said but I think the two week suspension he got is as far as this is going to go. I’m glad he is meeting with the sisters from Rutgers. They appear to be the only level headed people in this whole thing and they are the real victims. There was a interesting tone on the radio today. White people are getting tired of throwing their people to the wolves for stuff we do and say all the time. I understand how they feel because I am tired of looking like a hypocrite when there is outrage about something like this. I just hope that in all of our disgust and outrage towards his statements, we are prepared to answer the following questions.

1. Did our own behavior towards those words being used by us to describe us affect how
comfortable he was in saying it?

2. Are we outraged because he used the word "ho" or is it because these particular girls just happened not to be “hoes“ as defined by the black community? We all know black people separate certain groups of our community as acceptable for ridicule. What if Imus was talking about a visit to the strip club?

3. How much would be able to change if the same energy put forward against him was put towards some of our own self destructive actions? I am certain that those girls and almost everyone else in our generation has a song or two on the IPOD that is not the most respectful piece of work.

All I am trying to say is that it's hard for me to jump on this bandwagon when Snoop Dogg makes public appearances everyday with a pimp by his side as his “spiritual advisor”. It's just my opinion, but we get really mad at white people for doing and saying things that we have taught them is cool to do and say. We let these modern day minstrel show brothers get rich and famous from selling that image to the masses and then want to attack all the people they sell it to. What will get solved in our community if he gets fired? One of the most popular shows in television featured a sister who got drunk and took a crap on the stairs. People loved this show so much that it's already spawned two spin-offs. R. Kelly took a leak on a young sister like she was a hoe and hasn't apologized to anybody black including the girl. As a matter of fact, one of his bigger albums came after he pissed on her AND FILMED IT! Isn't that worse than Imus? How many young sisters are dancing to an R Kelly song compared to watching Imus in the morning? It's funny how black people can absorb negative and disrespectful things as long as the person disrespecting them looks like they do. Oh well, at least when he gets fired I can used that sense of justice to feel better about myself when the “Make it Rain” video comes on again. The intelligent Nubian queens dancing in those bikinis are fine.

My Racist Radar is Low

Every night at 2AM my television is set to turn to MSNBC for Hardball. That means that in the morning I wake up to the Don Imus Show. Apparently I was still sleeping went they went crazy and called the Rutgers Women's Basketball team "nappy headed hoes". He needs to apologize for that statement. I guess my racism radar needs some tuning because I watch this show every morning and never get offended. Even the running skit about Ray Nagin doesn't really bother me. Does the racist part come on before 6:45 Central time? Maybe I am turning into Armstrong Williams. Somebody must have put something in my drink when I wasn't looking. Forget that, I'm the blackest and the proudest dude I know and if anyone accuses me of being otherwise I will fight to the death. It's just that simple shit doesn't affect me when young brothers are laying in the street everyday. I guess eventually all the protest will get him kicked off the air or have his show so watered down with ass kissing it becomes unbearable to watch. We are headed to day when no one in the public eye will be able to mention anything about race, sexual orientation, age, gender, or anything else. Richard Pryor's career wouldn't have lasted five minutes in this current climate.

Away Sickness

I had the pleasure of traveling to Memphis to visit my parents and watch my sister get married. It had been a long time since I left the metro area and the few days away was much needed. Out of selfishness I had been campaigning to my parents about coming back home. I keep making up these ideas in my own head about how miserable it must to be in Memphis so far away from home. I was worried that they would have trouble adjusting to a new place that they didn’t have any plans on ever moving to before the storm. The only thing close to a major city between New Orleans and Memphis is Jackson, Mississippi. Right after the storm I stayed in Clinton, Mississippi which is a suburb right outside of Jackson. I loved it. My parents live in a clean, quiet neighborhood in a big ass house on the outskirts of Memphis. There are stores, entertainment and resources all within 10 minutes of their house. There’s no national guard, no abandoned buildings everywhere, and they don’t have to ride 30 miles just to buy clothes. As I went through Jackson and Memphis I noticed that there were signs of development all over the place. Just going up I-55 you could tell that major things were taking place. Once I got off of the Twin Span and got into the city limits of New Orleans, all I saw was swamp, an abandoned amusement park, and a bunch of people trying to make it with what they have even though some sons a bitches in Baton Rouge are holding billions of dollars in aid that could get our shit back on track. How can I ask my family to give up that quality of life in Tennessee and go back to the Lower Ninth Ward now? I am not sure I will be able to sell that move in a few years if things here keep going the way they are. Maybe all the stuff I keep reading about that is being planned will actually start being done and I will have a positive report. Me and my family have this thing backwards. Instead of me worrying and trying to sell them on coming home, they should be worrying and trying to sell me on the idea of moving where they are. I can say this with certainty, life is definitely harder on all of us returning refugees than it is on the folks that haven’t come back. We are all just to confused and emotional about our city to admit that and leave again or stay away for good. I don’t know if I will ever leave without nature’s help again but I sure do miss those months of comfort when I was away from this bullshit everyday. I could deal with the all the flooded homes and missing activities. I just can’t deal with the stupid ass leadership and ignorant ass citizens that act like everything is ok. Oh well, at least we got the lakefront before dark(when it‘s not blocked off), the ability to buy liquor 24 hours a day and the choice of two strip clubs if you have some extra money. I guess that has to substitute for good schools, convenience and safety for awhile.

I have gotten so little out of loving a place so much.

I Guess Having Your Dad Around Ain't Always a Good Thing

In the wake of Eddie Robinson's passing. This link proves just how far backwards we have went as a people. Would it be wrong to just lock this guy up and take this little baby now before he grows up to scare the shit out of everybody? I don't this guy is making my list of strong positive brothers.


http://www.wdsu.com/news/11533664/detail.html

The Lost of a Great Man

Let's forget the 408 wins and the 220 players that Coach Robinson sent to the NFL. A few years ago Nolan Richardson was dismissed as the coach of the University of Arkansas Razorbacks. He won a national championship for a big time Division One school. Out of all the players that entered the University of Arkansas from 1990-1994 none of them left with a degree. Eddie Robinson coached at Grambling for 57 years. He had an 80 percent graduation rate. That means that if you sent your child to play for him there was a good chance that he would at least be capable of being a respectable citizen. There are coaches like this all over America that get no press because the schools they coach for don't have TV contracts and play in BCS games. Coach Robinson was their standard bearer.

Rest In Peace Coach Robinson

Away From the Drama

This blogger is taking a break from New Orleans and serious thinking for a few days. This site will be updated on Friday.....

I Knew This Was Going to Happen

It's a beautiful morning in the city of New Orleans. Kathleen Blanco announced she is not running for re-election and I am ecstatic. I'm not happy because she sucks as a governor. Everyone knows that. I'm happy because this whole scenario finally makes my point about why black America needs to break away from the unwavering support of the Democratic Party. When Governor Blanco was in the runoff against Bobby Jindal there wasn't anyone with at least an 8th grade education that thought she was more qualified than he was. He ran circles around her but with the huge New Orleans African American voting block the Democrats always had added with all the white people who couldn't bring themselves to vote for an Indian, she won the damn race. I still remember her on stage the night of her victory speech and seeing all the New Orleans political Negroes up there clapping and smiling. As soon as she got in office, she started treating the city like her stepchild that she really didn't want to be bothered with. Many people blamed it on her relationship with Nagin. The truth of the matter is that someone in her camp made her realize that the negroes in New Orleans would vote for her against any Republican anyway so why should we cater to them. "Let's act like we are going to teach those New Orleans people who's boss so we can look good in Acadian country and to the folks up North." Then Katrina happened and we watched her freeze up and not have the leadership to make the local leaders around her own state open up areas for people to get out of the water. If it wasn't for the good people of Texas, there would have been out there much longer or shot by the Gretna police trying to cross the bridge. She sat back and watched her most solid voting block leave on buses to Texas. It was her fault and ours for voting for her in the first place. The only thing that could have made her announcement better would have been her saying she was being replaced by one of David Duke's friends. That's what happens when you put all your eggs in one political basket and don't pay attention. I just wonder who is the next person we are going to support based on this kind of thinking. Wait, we already did. Isn't that right Congressman Jefferson?

I know the NOLA bloggers are about to jump all on Ray Nagin for the story in the Times Picayune and The Washington Post. If the mayor says something that has meaning to what's going on down here I will be all on his ass. Before I jump on him for this latest foot in the mouth episode I need to ask myself a few things. If Ray Nagin denounces the fact is a black man before the mayor and apologizes for anything he might have said that was influenced by his color, would that make ICF suddenly issue half of the Road Home checks they are still processing? Will it make the BESE board get their act together and find a way to get the school kids of New Orleans a decent education like most of the surrounding parishes? Will muting Ray Nagin for the rest of his term erase 40 years of race and class bias that has led to 80% of the city's problems which were already in motion before I was even born? If we impeached him, would the Corps of Engineers be so elated we got Cat-5 levee protection and new pumps that actually worked? The answer to all those questions is NO. If someone can send me reasons why Ray's big mouth caused my life to change forever I will be the first one at City Hall tomorrow. If you can't then go gut a house or something. We have to much to do to worry about every word this man says.

Did you ever think these newspapers keep printing this stuff to take attention away from the injustice down here?

Some New Orleans Stuff

Everyone has to go read this ad on careerbuilder.com that I read from my homegirl G's Page. It's pretty clear that if you don't have enough money or enough luck to get your child into a private school or a charter school you might as well quit your job and just go sit in the classroom."Certified teachers will teach in charter schools, and teachers who want an alternate route to certification will teach in the state-run Recovery School District." What the hell is an alternate route? You can't be practicing on kids when they need to learn now! There could be anyone in there doing all kinds of shit with the lesson plan.

The Corp of Engineers installed faulty pumps at the 17th St. Canal and they knew they were faulty. There is nothing I can say about this story and the Corps without being investigated by some national security agency. After seeing the way they have handled this whole thing with the levees and pumps, nothing going on in Iraq surprises me. Can we just let the Dutch build our levee and send Bush a bill? Living here was much more easier to stomach when we only got messed over by each other. Between ICF, the Corps, and out of state contractors I am ready for a revolution. It’s a good thing the college kids come down here and restore my faith in mankind.

How come we never see any African American groups coming to help us like the white kids on their spring break? That kills the whole racism angle. If they are some black groups here I never see them.

I’m on the fence about this whole Section 8 housing in New Orleans East. We need housing desperately and the East has allot of space. On the other hand, there are thousands of middle class people spending good money to pay for their homes. We are the only section of the metro area with that kind of home ownership base that has to fight against people putting low income housing right next door. You don’t want to spend 200,000 dollars on a house and have someone next door with that project mentality. New Orleans has a lot of space for ghettos. You never see anyone that lives on Broadway, or Nashville St. concerned about low income housing next to their home. That’s why they overprice everything in that area.

Terry Burton was shot and killed by the National Guard in the 2100 block of Benton St in the Lower Ninth Ward. For fifty plus years Terry and his family lived across the street from mine’s in the same block he was killed in. Anybody from that area of the Lower Ninth ward would know him as the dude that walked around with all the dogs. All he did was smile and wave. He had never left his house since the storm. I would like to officially add his name to the victims of the storm list. You can read about his post Katrina experience by clicking this link. I never thought there would be a tragedy during my lifetime that would be this personal.

I would like to dedicate this blog to Sister Patricia Berryhill and Sister Alice Craft-Kerney for opening and running the Lower Ninth Ward Medical clinic at 5228 St. Claude St. Number one, it takes a lot of good to sacrifice your personal space for the benefit of the community. The clinic is in Ms. Berryhill's home. Number two, when everyone else was grieving, or having reservations about what to do, these sisters came home and made it happen. Nmber three, I grew up in the 5400 block of St. Claude St and we used to play football in the vacant lot right next to her house. I don't think she was living there when the church people used to call the police because we were burning ant piles out of the grass. You sisters need a medal from the president or an NAACP award or something.

Pissing Away 10 G's

My co worker and I were looking at some houses for sale in Carrollton. These houses are going dirt cheap and with a little investment could really make your quality of life better by reselling or renting. She was planning on applying for a loan but the amount of the sale price led to the discussion of all the needless things we have wasted money on. We started thinking about all the shopping and partying we have done and how much money that wasted. Knowing how I used to like hanging out all night and rolling with outlaw women, I decided to come up with an estimate of how much money I have spent on liquor alone. I took 365 days and divided it in half (I refused to admit that I had a drink more days than that). I multiplied that number by X (the average amount daily if that’s how many days I had a drink), then we multiplied that by ten years (a nice even number). After the final number hit the calculator, my friend looked at me and said “Cliff, you have literally pissed away over ten thousand dollars”. Now, if you add that number with all the fast food, all the clothes I don’t have anymore, all the taking care of some of those outlaw women (their earning potential isn’t that great) and throw in a few champagne rooms across the south……I could own two blocks of houses. That makes me want to get a drink just thinking about it. I should have listened when those old people told me to save my damn money. They knew what was going to happen. They probably had already pissed away ten thousand dollars and knew what was going to happen.

Why do all the funs times you had when you were younger end up pissing you off more as you get older?

Living Off My Reputation

I have been getting sloppy lately. When I first accepted the position of coordinator for the system that I work with I was so gung ho about having a title for the first time in years that I put allot into it. I even took over doing the trainings and meetings around the area. It was sort of a way to get away from things going on personally. I did a great job and I have a excellent reputation in my line of work. If I got paid based on my reputation and image I would be at seven figures, but somewhere along the line I stopped being focused. Maybe all the compliments and good will lulled me into a false sense of security and stopped paying attention to detail. Maybe it's my insomnia or my constant post Katrina hangover that gets worse every time I realize everything about my life was better before and things basically suck at the moment and I see no positives. Whatever the reason is doesn’t matter.. I have not been doing my job that well at all the past few months.My favorite part of work is teaching classes. It's a rush to stand in front of people and help then learn what you already know. I took it so seriously that I would prepare the equipment two days in advance and would actually plan out everything I was going to say down to my opening joke. The last few have been horrible. I have not been ready. Yesterday I forgot to log on the computers so everyone sat in front of a blank screen. I even skipped and entire step on one of the procedures. This morning I was reading some documents that users have to sign before I can let them use the system. There was a brother in there that stopped me on the first page and asked a very valid question about a procedure that I should have been able to explain.

I couldn't answer him.

I made up some stuff that sounded like it might be correct but actually he had me at a lost for words. My explanation was so bad that other trainees started adding on to his question and I wanted to jump out of the glass doors and cancel the whole damn thing. There were about three more times today where I really couldn't formulate my answer to user questions. I knew the answers but I wasn't focused enough to get it out. Today was the first class who left one of my trainings that could legitimately ask if I know what the hell I am doing. That drives a egomaniacal dude with a Napoleon complex like me crazy. The brother that started all of the debate earlier probably thought I was pissed at him. When I let everyone out for lunch I shook his hand and thanked him. I thanked him for being sharp enough to pick up on the discrepancy in what I was saying and for being the one that finally made me realize I have to get my act together. Once the class was over, I went back to my desk, opened my notepad and wrote the following words inside of the front cover......THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN! Even with all the stress, I still have to represent my name.

Let There Be Light

If there are any people reading this blog that are planning to visit the city of New Orleans I have a request. See, the ratio of importance our local government puts on things that locals want in relation to things tourist like to do is about ten to one. For example, we don’t have a midnight to 5AM curfew to help with crime in the city because people like to go to the French Quarter and get pissy drunk until 4AM. That’s why I need all the tourist to call their travel agents and the hotels and start demanding that you be able to go fishing or hang out on the lake after dark so the city can turn the lights on. Every evening around sundown the Lakefront police come out and put the damn barricades up and the lake becomes pitch black. I think after all we have had to put up with before, during and after the storm, the least we could get is some lights so the old people can catch some catfish and I can sit on a bench, enjoy a nice cigar and a drink while dodging mosquitoes. That’s one of my favorite parts about living here even if some of the lake was sitting in my living room. So please tourists, let’s start getting those buses out to Lakeshore Dr. If bus tours could get the Lower Ninth Ward cleaned up some then I am sure a few daily trips after hours can get the lights at the lakefront turned on. On behalf of all the late night fisherman and young people with nowhere else to chill, I thank you in advance for your help.

Spy In The Building!!

For almost a year now I have been waiting to hire someone to work with me. I have given at least five resumes to my director with all different levels of education and qualifications. Lately I have been pushing him to advertise for it again because I am tired of working alone and some of the things I want to do will require more than one person. You have to be careful what you wish for.
This morning he tells me he wants me to meet someone he interviewed. That was confusing because I was here all last week and I didn't see any ads or candidates. The person is the other new director's boyfriend that moved from Florida with her. How am I supposed to be honest about how I feel about him if he already knows all of upper management? That explains why she paraded him around last week on a tour of this raggedy office. My director says he likes him, and it's the other one's boyfriend so why even go through the fake process of my interview? Just hire the sumbitch and don't patronize me acting like I have a say so. I don't know the man personally. He might be a good guy. We just have one major issue. HE KNOCKS BOOTS WITH A MEMBER OF UPPER MANAGEMENT!!! Have you ever worked at a job with someone who was sleeping with or closely related to upper management? They are basically untouchable. Plus, do you know how much information you can get from a man after sex? What's to stop him from telling her everything going on in our department? One of the beauties of my job is that no one here besides my director really knows exactly what I do. Now he is bringing his ass in here to let out all the secrets. Plus, we couldn't find anyone from New Orleans trying to come home to give a job to? He's not even that qualified. I am not above planting a nickel bag of weed and a switchblade in his desk if he comes in here tripping.

A Poem I Wanted to Share

I borrowed this from a talented sister named Tanisha. I love this piece and I figured this was a good way to kick the week off.

Our Rainbow*

High-Yellow

As the rising sun

Vibrant

Caramel

Like the melted butter fused with sugar

Full of flavor

Sienna dipped Milk Chocolate

Resembling portions of broken earth

Unique

Blue-black

Like the night sky after sunset

Peaceful

When the storms bring gloom

Our rainbow shines brightly

For we are

Vibrant

Full of Flavor

Unique

Peaceful

and strong enough to tackle any obstacle

© 2007 tlg