| I'm beginning to realize what's so special about the holidays. Yeah sure, there's Jesus this and Santa that, but there's more to it than that. Christmas is "the most wonderful time of the year" in which we all empty out our bank accounts as a kind of generosity towards the people we care about in the form of gifts and even those not so much in the form of Christmas cards. And it's hard... The holiday season takes a toll on us, but we all do it anyway. When it's all said and done, we may feel a bit lighter in the pockets, but our hearts feel heavy.
Then comes the new year. An artificially new beginning for all of us... Anything we didn't like about ourselves, we can leave behind in the previous year in the form of a resolution. Lord knows we all have times when we wish we could start things anew. The New Year provides the idea of that possibility whether it's a reality or not.
That's why this is my favorite time of year. Happy New Year everybody! |
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| I can never really remember the details of my dreams, but I usually remember a key moment. Last night I dreamed that December 21, 2012 came about. I was at some kind of party where everyone was sort of just enjoying themselves and waiting to see if this thing was actually going down. When the supposed "time of impact" came, nothing seemed to happen. Then all of a sudden, fire erupted from the sky. The only thing the anticipating group watching at the doorway could do was applaud. Makes me wonder what could possibly be going on in the minds of my imaginary party people during such an amazing crisis. Perhaps awe and absolute terror mix together to create applause...
My second dream took place at the home where I grew up. The only thing I remember is walking down the long drive way from the backyard and seeing my father "dancing" or doing some movement that looked similar to dancing. As he swayed to the side, I noticed another figure sort of dancing as well. I initially thought it was my brother. It turned out to be my long incarcerated cousin with a monkey on his back. It was the first time I saw him outside of prison in nearly ten years. He and I are the same age and grew up next door to each other, so we were very close for awhile until our families moved to the suburbs. He should be getting out soon.
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| For those of you out of the loop (dunno how you could be, it's all over
everywhere), the gist is that Tiger cheated on his wife, she chased em
with a golf club, he tried to run away by car but he crashed. Everybody who thinks they're funny is basically going, "That nigga, Tiger..." I am SOOO bleepin' sick of hearing that! EVERY ignorant mo fo along the rainbow is automatically attributing Tiger Woods' mistake with the fact that he is semi-black. Now of course one could say that there is a difference between being an N-word and being black. 90% of the people who use the N-word in a so-called "positive" sense seem to use it synonymously with black, African American, or whatever we have come to demand from other races without being insulted (I don't really know anymore). With that said, why does having black in you mean you're going to bleep up? It would be one thing if this were a racial prejudice pushed on us by "The Man" (though it could have started there), but I hear more black folks perpetuating this stereotype trying to be cool and funny than anyone else. "A real nigga woulda whooped that bitches ass!" And then we wonder why other races view us in such a way. If we walk around acting like ignorance and stupidity is what characterizes, then we will be viewed as such. I dunno about you, but I'm not stupid and ignorant simply because I'm black. I take pride in being black and I refuse to endorse the negative stereotypes, even if they will get me some laughs. The messed up thing is that there are people who want to elevate the idea of being black (like MLK), but our own ignorant bunch seem to want to dispel that. When are we going to learn?
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