I have a lot of interests ranging from music composition to painting, softball to podcasting. It’s impossible to focus on them simultaneously while managing a family and career. Some of my interests take a backseat for months before I’m able to re-engage (e.g., I haven’t painted anything new in over a year). I’ve learned to prioritize my interests according to my levels of passion towards them. Right now, my passion-o-meter…
The last installment. Happy Monday… Why do men lie so much? There’s a theory that, if we practice (the art of lying) long enough, we’ll be just as good as women *lol* Just kidding…(hint hint). Seriously, I do not feel lying is gender-specific. I do believe that – when you think of lying – the male species is more associated with the act. This is not because we’re good at…
And another one: Why do men fight and make noises when fighting? When ANYONE fights, the noises make it more dramatic (e.g., what’s a good cat fight without a few screams?). In the case of men, the grunts and growls seem to muster up additional strength when you connect fist to jaw. I don’t condone violence in the offensive sense, but I am a firm believer in defending yourself. The…
A few weeks ago, I went on Twitter and asked the female Twitteratti to fill the following blank: Why do men _______________ ? I recieved a plethora of responses; most of them coming from a very inquisitive young lady, Shannon Renee. Not only did she send of barrage of inquiries via Twitter, she dedicated a blog post on her site. I am going to address her questions from my perspective,…
I received a card in the mail from my parents mother this week. I saw the words “anniversary” through the envelope. My blood started to boil as my hands shook. I nestled the card between the pages of a magazine and shoved it in my knapsack. What would normally be a celebratory well wish, I took as an insult. The card was a reminder of the low opinion, high pride…
13 september 2008 – 3:16am “That’s the wheel barrell!” she blurted. The loud bamming noise shook through our home like a bass drum during a college football halftime show. The vibrations seemed to slamdance with the howls of 90mph winds and tortured trees. I placed the wheel barrell outside – in the back corner of the house – but now it banged as if it was attempting to come through the…
I was going to spend the weekend in the luxurious confines of the Marriott Houston Hobby Airport – the same hotel I stayed in regularly when visiting my wife as her “long distance beau.” My anticipation had built up all week as I daydreamed about plush pillows, down comforters and made-to-order omelets for breakfast. Instead of packing my bags to celebrate our wedding anniversary, I spent most of the day…
Was it a coincidence that – after not receiving the nod for Best Podcast @ the BWAs on last Thursday – there was no new Friday Favecast the following day? Could it have been a symbolic silence of a sore loser? Was the disappointment so overwhelming that I couldn’t find the gumption to pick up my USB microphone, push record on Sound Studio and say, “In this edition of the…
I never thought I’d get married. Since I was a kid, I was told I’d be a “good husband.” I came from a two-parent household where dad paid the bills, did home repairs and improvements while my mother kept the house clean and made sure I was neat. I went to church every Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday (and sometimes Thursday) -gotta love that Baptist upbringing! My parents taught manners, respect, hard…
It’s no secret that the Friday Favecast did not win the Black Weblog Award for Best Podcast this year. I was initially disappointed that my podcast was overlooked, but I did make it to the finals…which is cool. But let’s be real.
I planned to take it easy this weekend. Somehow I managed to develop a month-long series for my podcast, resurrect hopes of a 15-year high school reunion and contribute my audio editing skills to the fastest growing music blog on the internet. Through the encouragement of my online friends and old classmates, I was able to add to the collective dreams of many and not just my own. That’s important…