A Reality Check for the Hopeful

Few good things come easily. The job market will turn around. Our troops will come home--eventually. We, the hopeful voters who broke voting records in the last presidential election to demonstrate our need--our call--for change, did not place all of our dreams and wishes on Mr. Obama's shoulders.

We voted for a different viewpoint and a change in focus. We determined that we would give the bright and talented underdog his chance to serve us. Corporations and lobbyists didn't crumble and die after the elections closed; their influence is a staple function of today's American politics.

We change the world when we agree and act upon the same goals. In his acceptance speech, our new President was wise enough to paint a plain and astonishingly frank picture of the legal and political obstacles ahead of us. Think back, move forward.

Don't let America's atrociously lazy news media machine steal away your hope. Your hopes, your dreams, are yours to keep, yours to live and yours to pass on. Protect and share your best wishes for your community and country.

J. Dilla Fans: The Sounds of VTech..."Suite for Ma Dukes: Take Notice"

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The Sounds of VTech / Suite For Ma Dukes: Take Notice   

Good Music Moment

Q-Tip earns my genius award for teaching Norah Jones how to use her inner funk for this great song off THE RENAISSANCE. Enjoy

Cards and Looms

Disclaimer: A thought of a loom came to mind, and a card game thought stepped in right next to it.  Here is the result.

I fold.

My heart is a ball of twine, rough threads jumbled and looped together so tightly that their weight in common looms a minor weapon.

I fold.

The day you opened your heart to me, I felt cold chills race up my spine, the nape of my neck their finish line.  You had me.  At.  Hello.  God help me, that’s so cliché.

I fold.

You won my heart through the first ever moral sleight-of-hand; you were just--you.  Musically, verbally, emotionally, you did card tricks with my happiness, slid me an ace of truth, and sealed the perfect game for my heart.  Trump cards from life’s tricky hands sliced at me, but you slyly winked and deftly passed a smooth little queen of hearts to love me through the cut.

I fold.

Partnering with you was the perfect game.  I can’t be a solo player anymore.

I fold.

The twine inside me unravels itself.  Rough surfaces are loved to smoothness, deeper cores gently freed.  Love of mine, I’m free to love you back.

I fold.

We deal.

Romance in a Starbucks

She is beautiful.
He is smitten.
She likes attention.
Puppy dogs show less infatuation.
She wants more attention.
HE walks by.
She likes the walk.
He sees HIM.
He sees her watching HIM.
Puppy dog eyes look sad.
He shrinks; he disappears.
She wants attention.
HE will do just fine.

Love, like and lust.