Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Breaking News!
Athens, Georgia - AP wire reports confirm that The Raleigh Bachelor is in the southern college town of Athens, Georgia to celebrate Memorial Weekend. An Associated Press photographer phoned in to the bureau last night to validate this report, after spotting The Raleigh Bachelor at the downtown Athens bar 8E's with a beautiful woman on his arm. When asked for a comment, The Raleigh Bachelor simply said "As you can see, I've got my mojo back!"
Stay tuned to The Raleigh Bachelor's blog for up to date reports on this breaking news story as it continues to unfold...
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Fork in the Road
We all, at various times in our lives, come to a metaphorical crossroads. Some of these are largely insignificant - what to eat for dinner, for example - while others are potential life-altering decisions that will no doubt bear consequences and outcomes that linger for days, weeks, months, and even years into the future. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm writing this, and you deserve an explanation, no matter how brief or incomplete. I, myself, have arrived at a crossroads. It is to me, as large and significant as can possibly be (without being a matter of life and death of course). Major life-altering decision(s) will be made in the very near future. I'm in the midst of a time that most would associate with the emotions of nervousness, tension, anxiety and fear, among other feelings. Yet here I stand on the precipice, looking out at the world in front of me, the weight of the world on my shoulders, in the face of great uncertainty, and I am unafraid. A tremendous leap of faith will be required soon. That excites me.
More soon, as necessary...
More soon, as necessary...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Lollipop Remix!!!
Check out the link for Ye's remix of Lollipop. He straight killed it! I'm having some trouble with getting the link to post correctly, so just cut and paste into your browswer for now.
http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/?em3106=193783_-1__0_~0_-1_5_2008_0_0&em3161=&em3281
Monday, May 12, 2008
On Being Someone's Mistake...
We've all at various times had instances and occurrences in our lives that were incredibly painful. You probably instantaneously thought of one of your own as soon as you finished reading that first sentence. Whether you've been used by someone solely for their personal gain with a completely disregard for your feelings, had someone be unfaithful to you, or you've been lied to and, once you discovered the truth, its magnitude was so great that you couldn't feel its pain until you first recovered from its shock, you've been there. But I wonder, how many of you have been someone's mistake? I for one, have. It is an excruciatingly painful thing, especially when it occurs twice in oh, say, six months.
Being someone's mistake is more than just a simple insult or having unkind words directed at you. Being someone's mistake means that they view everything about their experience with you as having negative connotations. It is as if they are casting you aside for being less than adequate for their desires. All of this obviously has a negative impact on one's self-esteem, at least for some time. If this ever happens to you, what you must realize is the following:
You weren't someone's mistake, they were yours. And making mistakes - stumbling, falling, and experiencing the accompanying pain - is how we learn and improve going forward. If you learned just one thing, no matter how seemingly small and insignificant, then the whole experience was worth it.
Being someone's mistake is more than just a simple insult or having unkind words directed at you. Being someone's mistake means that they view everything about their experience with you as having negative connotations. It is as if they are casting you aside for being less than adequate for their desires. All of this obviously has a negative impact on one's self-esteem, at least for some time. If this ever happens to you, what you must realize is the following:
You weren't someone's mistake, they were yours. And making mistakes - stumbling, falling, and experiencing the accompanying pain - is how we learn and improve going forward. If you learned just one thing, no matter how seemingly small and insignificant, then the whole experience was worth it.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
On Rainy Days...
It's Sunday morning and, as per my usual routine, I've been sitting here consuming a Starbucks venti white chocolate mocha, reading the newspaper, doing the crossword puzzle, and enjoying the simple peace and quiet that accompanies lazy Sunday mornings.
It's also Mother's Day, so don't forget to call your mother, if you're fortunate enough to have one.
The familiar warmth of fragmented sunlight peeking through the wooden slats of the window blinds is noticeably absent this morning. Rain drops pelt the glass at a moderate rate, adding some sort of irregular melody to my methodical completion of the New York Times crossword, one painstaking clue at a time.
Things have been hectic as of late, and to a greater extend, unpredictable. Myriad choices and obstacles have been placed in my path in the past few weeks, as if part of some greater test I must pass. Some have been the kind one can simply step over with a stride slightly greater in size than the average gait, while others have been the kind that require one to stop and consider the possibilities, the various outcomes and consequences, both positive and negative. And once one does reach a decision, it becomes necessary to run and jump as quickly as possible for fear of leaving one's self too large a window of time to change one's mind, when in reality one's first instinctive decision is almost always the best choice.
The events of the past few weeks played over and over in my mind this morning in between the careful consideration I gave to each puzzle clue. I don't feel it appropriate to share the details of any of them with you here, at least not at this juncture - maybe at a later date. As I sat at the kitchen table listening to the rain, it hit me. I used to despise rainy days, mostly for their hindrance of my partaking in outdoor activities. But now I love them, at least in moderation, and here's why. I've come to believe that rainy days are the big man upstairs' way of reminding us who's in control. Sure, he gives us the ability to make our own choices and think freely for ourselves, but then he throws in a rainy day here and there to say what I interpret to be something along the lines of "Slow down."
Life is short; this much is known. But we all seem to get so caught up in deadlines and tasks and the like, that we have the tendency to lose focus on enjoying life. Rainy days offer the chance to recharge and rethink one's approach. So on days when the sun doesn't shine, grey is a familiar color, and raindrops collide with every surface, don't allow yourself to be annoyed or dismayed. Slow down. Life can wait.
It's also Mother's Day, so don't forget to call your mother, if you're fortunate enough to have one.
The familiar warmth of fragmented sunlight peeking through the wooden slats of the window blinds is noticeably absent this morning. Rain drops pelt the glass at a moderate rate, adding some sort of irregular melody to my methodical completion of the New York Times crossword, one painstaking clue at a time.
Things have been hectic as of late, and to a greater extend, unpredictable. Myriad choices and obstacles have been placed in my path in the past few weeks, as if part of some greater test I must pass. Some have been the kind one can simply step over with a stride slightly greater in size than the average gait, while others have been the kind that require one to stop and consider the possibilities, the various outcomes and consequences, both positive and negative. And once one does reach a decision, it becomes necessary to run and jump as quickly as possible for fear of leaving one's self too large a window of time to change one's mind, when in reality one's first instinctive decision is almost always the best choice.
The events of the past few weeks played over and over in my mind this morning in between the careful consideration I gave to each puzzle clue. I don't feel it appropriate to share the details of any of them with you here, at least not at this juncture - maybe at a later date. As I sat at the kitchen table listening to the rain, it hit me. I used to despise rainy days, mostly for their hindrance of my partaking in outdoor activities. But now I love them, at least in moderation, and here's why. I've come to believe that rainy days are the big man upstairs' way of reminding us who's in control. Sure, he gives us the ability to make our own choices and think freely for ourselves, but then he throws in a rainy day here and there to say what I interpret to be something along the lines of "Slow down."
Life is short; this much is known. But we all seem to get so caught up in deadlines and tasks and the like, that we have the tendency to lose focus on enjoying life. Rainy days offer the chance to recharge and rethink one's approach. So on days when the sun doesn't shine, grey is a familiar color, and raindrops collide with every surface, don't allow yourself to be annoyed or dismayed. Slow down. Life can wait.
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