Boston, Mass (The Blizzard)

So after Christmas we got this bug to head up to Boston. It's only a two and a half hour drive from where we are. Makes sense to any sensible person with a brain that has never been to Boston before. We learned Christmas night that there would be a blizzard headed our way, but being the men that we are we pushed on and said, "Fuck it!". When is the weather forecast ever right? When has anyone ever listened to their local weather man and thought that he/she might be giving pertinent information. Exactly, they never are for the most part.

The trip started off pretty well. We overslept by a couple of hours, but made short time of getting ready and headed out the door within 20 minutes of waking. The drive seemed to be unfolding quickly. We could see the snow flurries coming down, but it didn't look anything like a blizzard. Just the same flurries that I've seen 3 or 4 times in the last month. We decided to ride up the coast so that we could say that we had been through Rhode Island. We also passed some place where Mystic Pizza was filmed. I think that's a non-blackual fact. Have no clue about any of it.

As we approach Boston we start to see that there is one defining thing about this's historical. We had already decided that we were going to walk "The Freedom Trail" on our own. They have it mapped out pretty well with a red line that runs through the city. Too bad we didn't come completely prepared for a 3 mile trek through flurries. Lucky for us the local H&M was able to supply all the accessories needed for a very affordable price. After acquiring what we need the tour was on. From one corner to the next we walked and walked. Never noticing that the snow was picking up more and more as we walked. By the time we finished the tour the snow was pouring from the sky and we looked liked walking sheets of snow. Somehow through all this we were able to procure a cab to get us back to the car, but that in itself was an adventure. Due to the weather there weren't many available and all the ones we waved down already had passengers in them. Thanks to my undeniable chocolate skin I was able to flag down a cabbie that was willing to help us get to our car. It was a slow in steady cab ride. Kind of expensive for the most part.

Pan forward about a hour or so and we are in the mist of a blizzard like no other I have ever seen. Pan forward 7 hours later we finally make it back to our town. Pan 30 minutes later we are able to find a street worth turning on. Thanks to following plow trucks. Pan forward to sitting in the house warm in my PJs and under a blanket I realize that weather forecast are there for a reason. Pan 7 years back when I was in this same place in the middle of a blizzard I would have never thought I would be in one again. Pan a week from now and I'll be back to grey skys and rain in Portland where I belong.
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The Day After

The day after Christmas I was able to reflect on a lot of things in life. Mostly just that the older I get the simpler I've become or maybe that Christmas just stresses me out. This year I decided that I wasn't going to celebrate Christmas or do as least possible for the holiday. I didn't do too many gifts. I didn't send out cards. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.

I did however wake up late, eat Thai food for breakfast/lunch, procrastinate, take a very long shower and have a intimate dinner with some people that I will probably be good friends for a long time. This has definitely been one of those years where I've done without a lot and I've coped better than expected.

Here's to 2011 hopefully staying simple.

How was your Christmas?
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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from NYC. I hope that all your wishes come true and that life it good to you!

"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful."  Norman Vincent Peale
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The Late Show with David Letterman Experience

Last weekend while we were wondering through the streets of NYC we happened to stumble upon the Ed Sullivan Theatre. For those of you who don't know what that means let me life that rock from on top of you. EST is where David Letterman is filmed. We just happened to come by as they were taking applicants for tickets to the show. We were in know way shape or form think that we would get them, but long story short we did, we went and we saw Dave and the rest of the crew.

Can I get a "hell yes"! We were able to score tickets to The Late Show with David Letterman and I attended the taping on Monday.

Let me fill you in on some of the process. Here's a round about story:

We applied for tickets at the front door of the Ed Sullivan Theatre on a whelm. They hold something like a lottery to get the tickets. There are three dates to pick from. I think we picked all three. Just wanted to make our chances of getting tickets that much better. They tape shows in the afternoon and evenings. I can honestly say from the moment we applied I was hoping for a call from someone from the show. It can come anytime, even the day of the taping. Our call came the day before the show. They ask you to confirm a date, and then they ask you a trivia question about the show. I guess Dave wants to make sure his audience is packed with "real" fans.

The day of the taping, we took the train in because it would be the best way to get there and not get stuck in traffic. After picking up the tickets, we got a chance to go to Crumbs, a nearby bakery and have a couple of treats while waiting for the taping to begin. Why not get a little sugar in the blood.

It took what seemed like forever, but the taping finally began! We got "very cheerful" instructions from a CBS staff member to get "pumped", to laugh hard, and to clap often... and to turn off our cell phones, of course! After the pep talk, we finally entered the studio. The theater looks a lot bigger on TV than it actually is. When inside, even the people in the last row or upstairs must have felt pretty close to the stage. We were in the fourth or fifth row on the floor! I could have touched Dave I was so close.

The house comic came on stage and explained a little what was going to happen, repeated the rules, and of course did a few jokes just to get the crowd going. Then the CBS Orchestra came out looking like rock stars from the 80s! Paul Shaffer eventually came on stage after the band performed a couple of songs. David Letterman finally appears on stage, everyone went crazy! He looked very loosened up, not wearing a jacket. Hell, who am I kidding...he looked like he had been hit by a train. TV is very good to Dave. For a second I thought it was an impostor. He did his usual banter and then went right into the show. The show was really worth all the trouble. They were filming the Christmas special to air on Thursday of this week. Amanda Peet was the guest. I have to say that she looks exactly the same as she does in the movies. Very funny and witty as well. A couple of the holiday usuals came on after her. Another comedian to knock the meatball off the Christmas tree and a singer.

All and all we had a lot of fun.
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Turn That Frown Upside Down

We all have crappy days. You know the kind I mean? Problem with clients (David), cranky co-workers (Mo), personal life stresses that send you in a downward spiral(and for some reason it always seems to be raining).
Since I'm having one of those slow to start days I thought I would just throw a few things out there to help you get going:

“TREAT” yourself. - Need I say more. Who doesn't like to?
Help Someone else out! - Always takes the focus off you and you get to help someone else int the process.
Find something else to do.
Tell yourself, “Well, at least I…” 
Exercise- This always helps me out. A nice long run always clears my mind and gets me back to a central place. If you can't run...walk.
Write it down. - Log your crappy day down. Maybe it will help you the next time.
Be grateful. Things could always be worse. There are others that might possibly be having a worse day than you.

Find your loving.
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Everything Taste Better Than Skinny Feels

That's just my opinion. This week I was out and about hanging with some friends when one of them spewed, "Nothing taste as good as skinny feels." He, yes I said he, probably needs to get out more often. I could go down the list of things that taste as good ...well.

I'm still not sure why he thought quoting Kate Moss was the thing to do while he scarfed down slices of pizza, buffalo wings and Miller Lite.

Well I have to be honest that part of me was in agreement with him, but the fat kid inside me that works his butt off to stay in shape was kicking his ass up and down the street. The skinny ones always disappointment when it comes to feeling sensitive to other weight or health problems. Just because your body doesn't show it on the outside...the inside could possible be in horrible shape.

I'm not sure where I was going with this post, but I'm going to eat now!
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New York, New York

I finally got to tour NYC and take in all that it has to offer. I'm not sure if I got to all the places that I wanted to, but my feet definitely screamed for agony at the end of a 12 hour day of walking and pushing my way through crowds of people.

The picture below contains a couple of key places in New York City. I'll see if I can name a few of the key places that I visited and tell you a little about them.

Grand Central Terminal: Looked exactly like they show in all the movies. Kind of made me feel like something magical was supposed to happen while I was. I will say there was a Gossip Girl moment when a girl delivered a letter marked TOP SECRET. Kind of cute and high school, but it was very entertaining.

Bryant Park: I think it used to be the place where fashion week was held. Now it's a place full of small shops that sell everything from coffee to jewelry. Very cheap buys and a nice way to find and eat some things that you wouldn't normally come in contact with.

Bad Boy Records: Do I need to say more. I was just hoping to get a glimpse of Diddy.

Ed Sullivan Theatre: Home to the Late Show with David Letterman. Just stumbled upon it by mistake. Lucky for me I actually won tickets to see the show on Monday.

Central Park: What a glorious piece of work. It was everything it was supposed to be and more. I wish it was Summer time so I could do some more exploring. It had carousels, food, running, soccer, carriages pulled by huge horse, art and tons of excellent people watching.

There are several others landmarks from New York in the pictures as you can see. I don't think I will ever be able to completely see everything I want to see in one visit to NYC, but I got an inspiring sight of what it has to offer.
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iPhone app: Electric Miles

Was suprised to find out that I am feature on my favorite website iPhone app. Always nice to see your mug posted somewhere. Enjoy your Friday folks.
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Imagination Optional

Yesterday's Note: I tried to run and failed miserably. I'm officially done for the year. Elliptical here I come. I will just have to work on my diet a little more.

This morning I woke to sounds of snow trucks and car alarms outside my window. I guess these are the sounds Winter on the East Coast.
I'm back in Starbucks this morning listening to recently downloaded music from iTunes. The sounds of Christmas music are in the air and the early morning crowd looks of disgust from being up this morning. As the different crowds pour in and out I have to wonder who they are and where they are off to. I guess this just might be me, but I've always been intrigued by people and imagining where they might be going in life. I wonder where the lady in the white denim jeans, rainbow belt and floral headband is headed to after reading USA Today. Or where the guy in the God awful track suit and greasy hair is headed. Maybe to snuff someone off. This is NYC. I can make a really good assumption where the well groomed guy wearing too much cologne and in dressed in a suit is headed. What's that you say? To work. I was thinking he was going to see his mistress. As much cologne he has on there is no way he's headed into the office. The cologne would cause everyone to have headaches within a few minutes of contact with him. It's just my imagination. Don't sue me just yet.

On another note I had some really intense dreams last night. I'm not sure what they mean, but I hope a few of them come true because they were quite interesting. Let's just say they involved cookies and camping. Two things that rarely go together, but trust me they did in my dream. Get your mind out of the gutter people. Think hearty thoughts. It's the holidays for Pete's sake.

The photo to your right was taken yesterday in the middle of the park after a really good burger and fries. I think I thought I was invincible because I am dressed like that and the snow is starting to come down. Lucky for me I was only outside for brief periods of time.

I can honestly say that I'm enjoying the East Coast way of living.
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Morning Glory

My good friends over at Wikipedia describe running as a means of terrestrial locomotion allowing a human or an animal to move rapidly on foot. It is simply defined in athletics terms as a gait in which at regular points during the running cycle both feet are off the ground. Sadly I have to say that I've been struggling with my running. It appears that everyone around me is able to do what used to come so natural to me. I've had an up and down year with my running. It started off with a bang, but somewhere in between I started getting shin splints and it's been all downhill. Almost 30 years without ever getting them and they've come on like no one's business. It's getting to the point that I struggle to even walk. Part of me wants to take the rest of the year off and start over at the beginning of the year and the other part of me knows that I have goals that need to be achieved.

Others have other outlets to help the with stress and creativity, both of mine or relieved during running. I'm able to do so much in that 30 to 45 minutes of pounding it out on the pavement. I can single handily create "world peace" when I'm in a pair of NIKE shoes running for no apparent reason, but to feel free. So with that said you can see where my head is at this moment. I have can't sleep, I can't formulate thoughts correctly and I damn sure can't burn enough calories doing anything else.

I'm sitting in Starbucks this morning mourning. I'm not sure what my decision will be for another hour when I'm supposed to take to the streets. What I do know is that I'm in NYC and the food is abundant and I want to be the recipient of all that I can have. The key all these enjoyments are running! Sometimes a man just needs more options in life.

NYC (Connecticut) Weekend

My first weekend on the East Coast is officially over. It's filled with a lot of mixed feelings for the most part. There have been some highs and some lows. The flights to get here were pretty seamless. My pickup in NYC was on time and smiling. My first dinner here was McDonald's...does it get any better than that. My first trip to NYC was full of choas, pushing, random people and being lost. And then came the food poison to make things just a tad bit more interesting. I can honestly say that it didn't happen to me, but it took my tour guide down for a day in a half. Don't think that it's worth mentioning the place where we ate because I actually turned out fine. All in and all I'm happy with the outcomes so far. NYC here's looking at you kid. I hope you have lots more in store for me.
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I'm Back

It's been along time since I decided to post anything on here. I guess I haven't been too inspired to put much on here. I'll be in a new place for a couple of weeks and I figure that I'll have plenty of time to blog during my downtime and I have alot of it. Blogging and working out are my two new best friends. So feel free to comeback and check out the new content update daily.


I finally got around to watching what I had recorded on my DVR. Seems like every show that I recorded had a trailer for the new ABC television show about a superhero family aptly titled, No Ordinary Family. I have to say that I think that I’m in love with a show that I haven’t even seen yet. Can’t tell you why just yet, but I want you to take my word for it. I think I have a thing for superheroes in general – growing up my childhood hero was Speedy Gonzalez. I know you’re thinking that it’s just a mouse that runs fast and you would be correct.

Give me a second of your time to explain. Speedy appealed to me even more than any other superhero usually does, only because what he did was realistic to me. It was a simple concept to grasp that a mouse could run fast. At the time I was the fastest kid in the neighborhood and I've never really been a cat person. I can remember my mom always screaming at me to “Stop all that damn running”. So in my mind it makes perfect sense. Pretty easy superpower to create and roll with.

I leave you with two things. One bwing the catch phrase from the show..."Andale! ¡Andale! Arriba! ¡Arriba! Yii-hah!". The second i ask you...Who's your superhero or superpower?
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Fly @ a Funeral... own funeral that is. If I've told you once I've told you twice about the crazy things that run through my head when I'm on the treadmill. I never cease to amaze myself with the things that I come up with. Today I found myself thinking about being a fly on the wall at my own funeral and what people would be saying about me when I'm dead and gone. It has to have passes your mind. Stop looking at me crazy people. I know you've thought about it before. I'm not the only who goes into these random thoughts of total chaos or bliss. Just depends on which way you want take it.

In my mind I want people to be falling all over the church or graveyard crying their little eyes out. At least that's what I'm telling myself, but I don't really back that thought up fully. On a serious note I think they will say one of two thing about me.

The first thing people would say is "a$$hole". In big bold letters it will fly from their mouths. I think a good number of people that have passed my path have felt the wrath of Ace at some point. Whether it was because they deserved it or caught me on a bad day. The ones that didn't dig a little bit deeper will hold fast to their judgements and probably burn stakes at my funeral. They will say good riddance to my cold body laying there. I just hope if these people show up I at least have on a nice suit and they hooked up my makeup so I almost look as good as I did alive.

The second thing people will say is that I was a breathe of fresh air in their lives. They will say that they've never laughed as hard as when they were around me. They will say speak of me in a tone that brings a smile to people's faces even while in the grieving stages. They will toast me with shots of Patron and snack on Skittles.

I have to say I hope for the second to be true. By the time I am laying their in that coffin I hope I will have crossed paths with all the people that I set on fire when I was trying so merciless to find myself. I hope that at some point I can show them that I was still growing into the man that I was supposed to be. That's what I hope and hope is the start of a new beginning. So just think about what you think people will be saying about you. Are you happy with that thought?

Running Scared

I forgot to tell you guys about a month ago I ran my first half marathon. I'm still not sure why I wanted to run a half-marathon, but it sounded like a very good idea. My initial reaction to myself was “no thanks”, but at my age I'm needed things to challenge me these days. It was definitely a challenge. I decided to get up off the couch the next night and go running. I found a great running tool through Nike that helped me map out a course of attack for my first half marathon.

I didn’t have time to stretch at all. I never really stretch to be honest. I ran right out of the port-a-potty and crossed the starting line about 5 minutes after the first person took off. I was in a bit of a panic, but after the second mile or so, I relaxed. I was, however, still a bit worried about the lack of stretching. By mile 6 I felt like I had a pretty good movement going, and the running music I was rocking out to was really helping a lot. It matched my stride pretty well. By mile 9 I was moving to my own beat. By 11 I was a little more confident because I knew that I was nearing the finish of the race. As I crossed the line I was still in disbelief, but I was excited to finally be done with the race.

I wish that I could tell you that I had a blast doing it and that it was invigorating, but it wasn't. It was very difficult to accomplish. Before running I had thoughts of completing a full marathon, but after completing a half of a full one I have put my hopes of doing that on hold for now. A 2 year hold for the most part! If I'm lucky I will try for one next year after I get a couple more half marathons under my belt. Maybe even shed some of my bulk from my body frame to become a little more agile. For now I am content with my accomplishments and will keep you posted on the progress of my running. High school legs here I come or not.
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Farmer's Chatter

Goats, sheep ,and chickens belong on the farm, not in the middle of........ my office. It often feels like I have been dropped in the middle of a farm, somewhere Texas or Kentucky. Why those two places I have no clue, but they were the first two that popped into my head. I'm either grazing with the goats, being herded with the sheep or in a chicken coop with the rest of the girls waiting on my eggs to hatch.

I think that I have the single most visited office in the building. No matter when or what time of the day you can always find an interesting conversation taking place in my office. Whether it's about what was on television last night, the hot topic on the local news or about the person in the office that's getting on everyone's nerves. It seems to be a revolving door in here (my office). Since I am never one to do too much work and anyone that knows me will consent to this. I enjoy the ever escalating rotation of people and chatter that makes the day go by so quickly. I think it also helps me get a since of people, sometimes even  a little more than you ever imagined. 

Today is no different than the other. We recently got a new person in our three man office and she hasn't disappointed with any of her story telling. I learned today that she has had 5 substantial moves with in the last five years, has two Siberian cats that she adopted from a shelter that are the size of medium dogs, likes to eat hot sauce by the tablespoon and enjoys country living. Who knew? Not me! Did I actually want to know? No, but does it help me to get a better understanding about who I'm dealing with...yes. Could it also be a tell-tell sign of other things to come...yes.

Or the guy in the office that lets everyone know when he's about to "drop the kids off".

Or the people who can't seem to restrain themselves from telling you all about the adventures of all their kids. They can't seem to stop telling me all the funny things that "Jimmy" says or does.

Now I ask you, "Do I continue to hear my office life behind the "chicken wire" or do I try being a goat or a sheep sometimes?". In don't know, but what I do know is that I will not be "lamenting the chicken coop" anytime soon.
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Well, we are coming to the end of spring semester. Can I get a "thank God" from someone? In a week or so I will be back at it because summer semester starts in like a week. In only a few short weeks, we will be in the mist of Summer. It’s hard to believe that Summer is right around the corner. It feels like Fall is still upon us here in the Pacific Northwest. Rain! Rain! Rain! I looking for that break in the clouds, harps playing and some lady belting out a song in Latin at the top of her lungs that I can't can't quite understand...but know it sounds beautiful.

Did I mention that the last day of Spring semester was yesterday. That means it is officially summertime. Although, to me, Summer starts every year at the beginning of June. Just like Fall starts at the beginning of September, Winter starts the beginning of December and spring starts about that same time in March. Just like Keyshia Cole said, that’s the way it is. You know it, I know it and the American people know it.
It has been a great year so far! Now some vacation, family, and "offline" time is really needed and deserved. If I haven't told you yet, I've got big plans this Summer. I don't quite have them set in stone, but I have a firm idea about how it's supposed to go down.

I'll leave you with some lyrics from Kenny Chesney's Summertime:
"Summertime is finally here
That old ball park man is back in gear
Out on 49, man I can see the lights
School's out and the night's roll in
Man, just like a long lost friend
You ain't seen in a while
You can't help but smile

And it's two bare feet on the dashboard
Young love in an old Ford
Cheap shades and a tattoo and a Yoohoo bottle on the floorboard
Perfect song on the radio, sing along cause it's one we know
It's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine
It's summertime, sweet summertime"
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Night @ Mohawk Tavern

Another fun night out with the friends. It started off at Applebee's and ended up at the Mohawk Tavern listening to a live band jam out. There was beer, a barrage of mixed drinks, jello shots and the most appetizing fries sitting on a table within grabbing distance.
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Cleaning Things Up

"One of the secrets of a long and fruitful life is to forgive everybody everything every night before you go to bed." - Bernard Baruch
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Snowboarding Accomplished

I spent the entire day snowboarding yesterday. I didn't think that I was going to have such a good time with a group of strangers from school, but I did. Aside from the rain that sent me into the lodge a few hours early everything was awesome. The $5 hot chocolate made up for that.

After spending 6 hours on the mountain yesterday I realized that I need to get myself some new equipment or some well used equipment. There was a moment on the mountain where I almost cried like a baby. I bought a really pair of flashy gloves that looked great, but didn't do anything to keep my hands warm. I took a hard fall and got covered in snow and drenched my gloves. By the the time I made it the bottom of the mountian my hads were freezing. Felt like they were about to fall off. I ran into the lodge like a mad man and started my best attempt to rub my hands together for warmth. My professor for the class looks at me and says without missing a beat, "You should go run some hot water over your hands." I thought to myself that has to be wrong, but she has been snowboarding all her life; I've only been doing this for a few years. So I do what I'm told.

There I am in the men's restroom accessing the area for the first available sink. All the way at the end near the vanilla scented straw and oil thing (Not really sure what the proper name is for it and what the hell it was doing in the men's bathroom of a ski lodge.), but I progress on. The restroom had the "fancy faucets" that operate from the motion of your hand. I thought long and hard before I stuck my hands under the faucet. I've seen what hot water does to a car window in the Winter time and that should have caused a red flag, but it's the professor who snowboards all the time. She couldn't possibly be wrong. Wrong! She was and there I was flapping my hands and running around the bathroom trying not scream. It felt like someone was sticking pins and needles in my hands over and over and over again. I'm never listening to the professor again. Lesson learned and mastered. Later there would be a girl suffering from the same dilemna. I took great pride in watching someone else suffer as I did.

I'll be trolling around town trying to find some stuff that I can work with that will last for a few years or at least get me through the rest of the snow season. Fingers crossed for no borken bones or injuires.

A Little Humor

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Memories from New Year's Eve

A few moments from New Year's Eve. Drinks and good eats all around.
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Friiday Funny: Tough Guy Deadlifts Over 300 lbs, Passes Out and FACE PLANTS!


I'm Ready 4 my Close-Up

Sometimes I find myself sitting around thinking of some of the most random and mundane ideas. Yesterday while knocking out a few miles on the treadmill I had the strangest idea about being in my own music video. To be honest with you I have this thought every time I’m on the treadmill. Each time it’s the same video, but I add a few more effects here and there.

I know this sounds very crazy, but I ask you to just sit back in ponder the idea. I'm sure I'm not the only one that has thought of this. Even if you can't really sing I know the thought has popped up at least. You were sitting there watching MTV, VH1, or BET circa 1990 and a video caught your eye that made you go...hmm. If you're like me you thought I could have done so much better than that; hence my idea of being in a music video was born.

I'm not talking about the object of someone's affection in a video or a video "ho". I'm talking a bonafide video staring you, with your own ideas, and if you can actually sing too that's all the better. I've already booked Usher to sing my song. Timbaland or Lil' Jon will be in charge of producing the song and of course it will feature a verse by Jay-Z. I set my sights big I know, but if I'm going to do it I want it to be done right.

I want you to picture any Michael Jackson video. Bump that! I want you to picture Michael Jackson's, "Remember the Time" video. The entire concept about a peasant in Egypt remembering and taunting the King of Egypt about when you used to have relations with his Queen. I want to you also consider Janet Jackson's "All 4 You". 4 minutes of non-stop dancing. Try picturing Usher's "Yeah!” The strobe lights, the dance scenes, the instructional dance moves and Lil’ Jon screaming “Yeah” throughout the entire music video. Have I got you in the mood yet? Hell why you're at it picture Beyonce's "Single Ladies" video for that matter. All the videos that I mention say, "I got it right the first time!” I could have named a few, but these are all the ones that featured prominent dance scenes and what video would be complete without one.

These are only my opinions of what a music video should look like. I could be way off, but I strongly doubt it. Call me arrogant. Better yet text me I never answer the phone. Good video makes you want to lose your mind. You think Kanye jumped on stage and embarrassed himself and Taylor Swift for no reason. The video of women running around in leotards against a white screen talking about what a man should do for them really spoke to the man. Who are we to take that happiness away from him? Sure he could have used a little constraint. Maybe even some tact for that matter, but that's what a good music video should do to a person. At least that's what my video will do for masses or at least that’s what is happening in my head. Until I get the funds for it that’s where it will stay for now.

One of these days you’re going to hear, “And the MTV Video Award for Video of the Year goes to Ace!” Wait for it.
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Speech Impaired

Another holiday season is defunct, and I’ve just about recovered or at least that’s what I’m going to tell myself. It was the first time in years that I’d finished the holiday season and feel stress free. I set out to make things simple and that’s what I did. I’ve become lame when it comes to the holidays and I’m okay with that. I know it’s probably lame to draw a parallel to a carefree Christmas without having any kids or real hang-ups, but that’s just how life is sometimes.

In the middle of all this time, I’ve managed to get a lot of nothing accomplished. I saw a slew of movies that I habitually enjoyed (Avatar is the only one that I can actually say that I loved), introduced myself to a new bedroom setting and, and endured a somewhat sad stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. I have no complaints though.

The last of my holiday enjoyment came over the weekend when I attended a party with a couple of close friends of mine. The party is something that they attend annually. It’s filled with a variety of traditions that you would only recognized if you were from the South; mostly having to do with the food being prepared and eaten. In the South we have a traditional spread of things to be eaten on New Year’s Day. There are two traditional dishes (black-eyed peas and collard greens) and one dish open to debate. The black-eyed peas represent good luck for the New Year and the collard greens represent the coming year’s financial gains. The open dish presents itself in the form of care, love, or compassion for others. I swear these silly customs or only things that someone from the South could only think of and actually get people to carry out on a year in year out basis.

The party was nothing short of awesome, but there was and always is a downside to everything. I know you’re asking what could possibly go wrong and I’m telling you it just wouldn’t be life without a little snack of mess. The infamous “Southern accent” reared its ugly head. I think I had you worried there for a minute. For about 10 years now I’ve been trying to disguise mine, but every so often when I’ve had one too many cocktails or around someone who speaks similar to vernacular it comes out. Frankly I don’t like it. I’ve always despised having a southern accent because to the negative stereotype others have of it, but for some reason this weekend I wanted so badly for it to shine and be on display for all to hear. Listening to the guest from Alabama and Georgia struck a chord of mine I guess. Listen folks I’m not rushing back to dragging words out and slurring sentences together again, but from time to time it would be nice to hear from others and maybe myself too.

So in my best accent (normal speech) I say to you… “How ya’ll doing!”

Next post: New semester of school.

Purple Jesus

The title speaks for itself, but if not here is the definition: The ultimate party juice! Fill a bathtub (preferably a clean one) with grape kool-aid, quartered citrus fruit, Everclear (or another high proof grain alcohol) and ice. Let it sit for a few hours then party on! The best part is eating the fruit towards the end of the party! Enjoy! courtesy of Urban Dictionary.

Although I may have had writer's block for the past month, the important thing I do to stay focused on my own writing is to get my thoughts organized and out there for people to read.

I'm sitting here in a new year with a new urge to blog and share my thoughts and stories with the people again. The year has had its ups and downs for me, but I've learned and notched a few new holes in my wisdom belt.

I must say that I will be taking the many stories from last year and hope to hear many others this year. No matter where you are in life a good story really goes a long. Takes you on an adventure for a brief moment. Whether it's a sad story about death of a family member or a refreshing story about drinking a purple concoction on the beach with some college friends letting your inhibitions go; it just doesn't get any better than that.

I'll get back to writing about some of my life stories as I see them develop in my life. Other stories will come to mind far after the fact. As I gain experience, I may change my methods and become more precise, but this year I'm going to stick to it.

365 days of pure entertainment.

Next post: Where did my southern accent go.
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