Ladies I need your opinion again...

I used to be the guy who worked sooooo hard to keep his abs in tact. Now, I do what I can when I can. I find myself looking down on the kids who spend all thier time in the gym or on the floor of their dorm to maintain muscular prominence. To me...you guys need a life. The way I see it is, If someone is too cut...they dont too much going for themselves. No meetings, no study groups, maybe a few parties but overall...no life. Id rather keep my naturally fit body. I find that girls see the same thing that I see also. With that, Ill just find more corroborations so that I wont feel so bias...so Ladies what would you prefer?... and are thier certain situations that the significance of having a chiseled body or toned body varies?

. . . Talk to me ladies

The Statue of Liberty should flip us off!

The reflection theory simply says that the media doesn't put producers imaginations on the screen or through the channels, it reflects what is already in society to an exacerbated level. In sociology class we were watching this movie called Bowling for Columbine. Usually I would give you a brief synopsis of the movie and its meaning but I'm not going to do that in this case...I want to give you, the reader, a charge to watch the movie yourself.

What I realize is yes the media has power. More in depth, the cool people or instruments in media have more power because people don't buy into what they need. People strive to buy what they want; a social satisfaction of being accepted. In doing so the cool people often times exploit the problems in our society rather than the solution. In the movie it uses the example of Merilyn Manson. They were in the height of their tour and were scheduled to do a few concerts around the Detroit and Littleton areas of Michigan. Being only a few days after the "Columbine", the citizens protested the rock group. They blamed them and music artists like them for being the reason behind the calamities that occur so frequently in America's society.


I differ. If they were to do something of that sort, why don't they outcast all media as a whole then. The news only shows murders, mishaps or political misfires. The radio stations only exploit the shortcomings of the political realm and the musical arena. The TV habitually shows what people are interested in, to sell, rather than to tell them what they need, to help. In the movie he interviewed the producer of cops and asked him to make a movie based on the causes of the crimes rather than exploiting the criminals. The producer simply replied " No...its too hard...It wont sell" Shameful is what Id say. Shameful because he is too cynical to consider the betterment of his society.

I am functional theorist, meaning that I consider everything in society to contribute into the main function of society. WE all contribute to society whether its attentive or not. With that I find it hard to accept the conventional key to success in America. Key= Find out how things work they way they do, then manipulate it to benefit your self.

The media knows that people know right from wrong. They know where to go for more advice on how to better the sociological state that we are in. So instead of fine tuning that advice and offering more...they exploit the problems that's going on. (How do so many people hate Karl Marx...cause he was spitting the truth??) They know that society is nosy. People want to know about the life they don't live. They want to know what they are missing out on rather than fixing what is hurting us as a whole. . . .I'm sicking of building up. fuck it...here's my point.


. . .The statistics show that America has more murders than any other Continent. The total consensus of murders of the world doesn't beat America by too much. ...That's HORRIBLE...Its ironic because most other societies play on violence more than we do.So whats the difference?...It lies in the discrepancy of our motives. America sells what people want rather than what they need. They sell the problem immensely more than the solution whereas foreign societies either have a balance of the two, or sell the latter one more than the first. The statue of liberty should throw up a middle finger...cause America is fucking its citizens over. So may I ask, what are your motives behind your next big move?...and if its cynical, thank you for proving my point.

Reverted perception of the ANKH

I have this witty, quizzacious professor for World History; Topical Approach. While in class not too long ago he ellaborates in depth on the ankh. I listen with a purpose; and although that purpose was just to have some more knowledge, i found myself disrespecting the symbolism. He mentioned that the ankh was the first symbol of life and purification. That the symbol was used more religously than the cross back in ancient times. The cross was often depicted as a symbol of pain, sacrifice and death becuase of the mythical crucification of Jesus of Nazerath. he then went on to break down the ankh. The loop at the top is a representation of a female organ, the middle leg is representative of a male organ and the arms are representing testicles. These all coincide to engender the thought of "life".
It represents the continuation of secular life and the goal of eternal life.

Think that meant anything to me....nope! I was walking around campus immaturely laughing at the smartasses that wore balls, penises, and vagina on their neck! I thought to myself "If I took a picture of me inside someone would they wear it with the same pride" lol....They dont even know who's penis it is! Taking the stand point of Ancient Egypt, it couldnt have been Osiris's (Egyptian God of the underworld)!! Hell his wife couldn't even find it when she was recollecting his body parts after Osiris's brother, Seth dismembered his body and spread it all around Kemet. She used a dildo to impregnate herself for God's Sake!! LMAO

But after I had my fun, I acknowledged my ignorance and found a greater respect for the ankh. The ankh represents purification, life on Earth, eternal life, sunrise and religion. All these sacramental intangibles represented by one symbol. A butt load of Egyptian Pharaohs wore these and even some that went on to be held high as a God, wore them.It got so powerful that Pharaohs not only changed their name to have the god they worship in their names but also to have ankh in it. Ever heard of King Tut...try King TUTankhamen. To go even further, many pharaohs are shown in thier tombs grasping two ankhs symboliaing that they will forever "hold on to life".That's powerful man. . . Im on my way to buy my first ankh, so that i can grab a hold of life.

. . .So while surfing through pis that best fit my entry, I come across "Vampire Ankhs" and "Gothic Ankhs". . . How fuckin twisted is that. I would post a pic of it, but that would be so damn contradicting to my blog entry, nevertheless the quintessent meaning of the Ankh. Go look it up...and tell me the meaning of it and why they decided to disrespectfully use the ankh revamped to their desires. Cause from what i read on multiple internet sources, they all only ellaborate on the meaning of egyptian ankhs....can they give corroborations to that twisted ish?

As my fellow followers and visitors...I dont think Im allowing you guys to really get to know me. I talked a friend recently and this is how it went:

I attempted to intiate the conversation with "Hey buddy".

She replied "Im not your buddy"

"Damn Why"

"Cause I dont feel like I know you"

"Why is that...I talk ALL the fuckin time..I thought."

"Yeah but you only speak logic and help me with advice...you never really talk about yourself and your past"

". . .Damn. You got a point"

. . .This opened my eyes. I never really blab about past causeI dont feeel the need to. I usually feel sefl centered when I do, so I save it. In an attempt to get closer to my followers...I share one of my essays that expoited a very bad experience for me...If you're interested ...enjoy!!!...But know its quite extensive.

“Debunking” is a term used in the sociological arena. It means to question the things taken for granted in society and to become an “outsider within”. Let’s say you were a parent of a toddler. On one particular day you decide to dress him in his favorite accessories; his blue power ranger watch and his iron necklace. You know that the metallurgy of his necklace attracts electricity but you still decide to go do some last minute shopping on a very stormy day. Unexpectedly a bolt of lightning strikes your child and takes the life out of it. Would you now view lightening different as you did before? Sociologists have noted that most times in society, debunking has massive impacts on citizens’ perspectives. This can change one’s outlook on everything from choosing a color to choosing a culture. Unfortunately, most times it takes inconvenient incidents to occur in order for most people to "debunk” society. Sadly, that’s what it took for me.

On an early November night I received an unexpected phone call from an old friend from my math class two years ago. We spoke briefly about her extensively bottled in emotions. She admitted that something compelled her that night to share that she has had a crush on me for quite some time. Although I didn’t waste the opportunity to share with her that the feeling was mutual, I did neglect to share my motives.

Shanira was one of a rare breed of females that possessed goddess-like curves and a tar-like complexion. To me, she was synonymous to a black diamond in comparison to the white diamond.. Her curves were much like those of Meagan Good. Her smile was as illustrious as Alicia Key’s. She spoke with more seduction than the voice of Beyonce’ but possessed a skin complexion like Kelly Rowland. I could watch the sun blow up into a million tiny stars and not of one of those stars would match up to the glow this girl had when she entered my presence. The value of her rareness appealed to me strongly.

Shanira and I dated for months and we became very involved sexually. On one particular night towards the end of November, we shared a very intimate intercourse. Afterwards we decided to cuddle a while to meditate on the value of each other’s affection. Surprisingly, her phone kept vibrating. Noticing that it was the third hour into a fresh morning, I became leery. I removed myself from the position I was in and made it my mission to corroborate my suspicion. It was then I opened her phone while she insisted in the background that "there was nothing in there to see". Sadly she was wrong.

"When I can beat it down again?" was the first message I saw in her inbox. As I investigated further I found that Shanira and this guy, Brion, had been sharing messages and affection between each other for a few weeks. I felt betrayed, used and worthless. I wanted to run to my mother but I didn’t want to watch her attempt to hide her feelings of disgrace. I wanted to get some advice from my homeboys but I didn’t want to listen to the deep sigh followed by the inevitable, “Damn Jeff…” At one point I wanted to laugh it off, but I hate fake smiles. I began to cry but my pride wouldn’t allow me to feel conquered. To counter that I had an urge to call her a deceitful bitch, but I respect women more than that. So instead of choosing an action that I would later regret, I stormed out of the house silently. This female was no longer worthy of my respect or commitment. I couldn’t estimate the amount of integrity this female possessed anymore, but I could measure the amount of respect she had for our relationship. We shared many good times but I refused to talk with her for as long as I could. I didn’t feel the need to speak with anyone who didn’t respect me.

Ironically I found myself conversing with her on a later date. She called me around the time of 7 pm on a Wednesday evening towards the end of December. I was just getting out of track practice, so my mind was motored on the anticipation of enjoying the comfort of my bed. With that, I didn’t have the intransigence to ignore her call. I answered her call and recognized from the tone of her voice that this was not an effort to apologize. This call was to inform me.

She shared with me that she was showing symptoms of a pregnant woman. I politely offered my condolences. Then I suggested her to invest in a pregnancy test. In opposition, she was persistent with implying that the disputably forthcoming baby was mine. My first thought was that she has had many partners and there was no way this child could be mine. I was quickly convinced to think otherwise when I recognized what I was about to do. If I had ignorantly shunned the chance of fatherhood, I would have just been another black male in this society who has neglected his patriarchal responsibilities. So I pledged my time to go with her while she got tested for pregnancy but more importantly, tested for the possibility of my fatherhood.

While sitting in the waiting lounge of Grady Hospital, many emotions converged to produce an awkward feeling that was hard to conceal. First I felt great. I was about to be a father. Then I became scared, because how would I support this child financially. Next I had an urge to shoot for the door, but I couldn’t live the rest of my life feeling like a coward. My last thought brought me back to my first thought when I envisaged me producing this world’s next impactful leader. From an outsider’s perspective, the way I kept fidgeting in my seat you would think I had the Turrets Syndrome.

When the results came back, I was fortunate to find out that she was only sick. I found that ironic because I was sick too. I was sickened by her lying, ailing from her deceiving ways and most of all, debilitated by her manipulation. Shanira changed my perspective of sex. No longer did I view it as a casual expression of temporary emotion, but rather an act of sacramental engagement.

Once you engage in an act of sex with someone you have put yourself in a state of vulnerability. You have just jeopardized your privacy, dignity, and respect for a chance to strengthen and extend a bond with an individual. After the acknowledging of the true consequences of sex, I decided that girls shouldn't be prized for their incentives but rather their intelligence. They shouldn't be appealed to you by the curves of their bodies but maybe the creativity in the conversations you share. From this experience, I’ve found a new respect for women and since then, I’ve remained abstinent.

Sex is important

In contradiction to the above post, sex is important. I use to think that sex wasn't a neccessity to life. True enough it is. Whether your are experienced or not, you either wonder what it feels like or want the pleasure to a certain extent. Erradicating your curiosity and want (for lack of vocab.) takes stress and pressure off of your mind and you will feel liberated. You have other problems to worry about like school, perpetual development and surving in this fucked up world we live in.

Now who you do it with and how frequent you do it is where the problem lies. I feel like everyone should just have one legit, trustworthy partner; a person you can have sex with, release your bottled in expressions, and think nothing of it the next day (or do so if you please). You and this person should take it moderately though....dont become hooked on sex and regret it again and put your self in a sexual confinement becuase you cant control yourself. (Trust me, I know something about that)

I got some stuff on my chest...hair! lol..no really Im mad

Just. . . .rambling. Just sitting here thinking about a bunch of bullshit I think is really fucked, but i hold my peace on.

1. Don't you hate when you pass someone walking on the street they look at you out of their peripheral vision but still neglect to speak? How cowardly!! How much would it hurt to look me in the eyes and say "how are you doing?" When you look away and act like you dnt see me constitutes two thoughts in my head...

1. You're too narcissistic. You think every dude you encounter wants a peice of you. I dont...I promise. Actually I believe if you live through me vicariously then your narcissism strengthen. =P
   
   
   
2. Youre too much of a freaking coward. I was ready to speak to you and you werent. HA HA you lose! You just boosted my confidence ....loser.

2. I am so sick of seeing potentially nice Polo outfits be worn like ecko. The "Ralph Lauren" brand was meant to be worn with class and a sauntering stroll; not sagg and a waddling effort to keep your pants up. Come on guys, please do better.

3. I am getting fed up with the way Obama is STILL getting disrepected directly and indirectly by politicians. I understand thats politics, but what burns me up on the inside is that most of the times its true! Did any body catch what Hugo Chavez said on the first day of the G20 summit? He said there were "two Obamas". One who stands for world peace and one still funding weaponry and new military bases. That makes me happy that Iran got caught up...cuz that would have been the talk of CNN for some while. come on Obama, youre black!! There watching you meticulously!!

4. I hate how in the business world we cant stand of. I understand the concept of it, but when is America going to respect creativity a little more.

5. The song "Successful" by Drake and Trey Songz is playing in the back and I realize how screwed this song is. "I want the money; money and the cars; cars and the clothes...the hoes. I suppose...I just wanna be successful"....What kinda shit is that!!! how dare you use the power of media and your creativity to brainwash our youth. Dammit were too materialistic as we speak! Success is defined by how much an impact you leave on this earth when you leave. Not by how many bank accounts, car notes, articles of clothing, and "baby mamas" you've left. Great freak in job Drake!! I thought you were better than that. ...hell you had me brainwashed for a second too. Really clever way of fuckin up our society... Canadian version of Bush!!

6. I hate how I work so damn hard in my classes that I over work. I have quite a bit at stake here and I know I cannot fail. My high school didn't prepare me well, So I'm just trying to make the best out of what i have. But...i continue to get cs and fs...I hate those two letters!

7. "Fuck you" I how I address alot of things that arent really funny. i should get better at that.

8. Am I the only one that has noticed that standing out...is the new fitting in? I remember the days where everyone looked uniform in a huge white tee was cool. i remember everyone wearing the same color teeth to be cool. I remember everyone wearing too big pants...AND STILL SAGGING TO BE COOL! It started with the dreads. when you had dreads 10 years ago...you stood out. 4 years later if you had dreads, you were perceived to be a hoodlum;which is cool in my neck of da woods. Then came "rockstar". Party like a rockstar. Then mohawks and "Black boy white boy". UGH!! Its like, people should come up with some lingo or style get it trademarked, make it known that it is a trademark(legally) and sue any body that copies them. That way, the person would have to get a confirmation mark to copy you. and you wanna know whats beautiful about that? They have to come to you to get it! =D This paradigm of "Innovate so others can emulate" sucks to me....it makes it hard for people like myself who never follow the crowd. Cuz the crowd is following us and fighting to get to the front...Just eat my dust!!

9.I don't like how I can see right through people most times...It really takes the fun outta life. I can honestly create an imagery of that person and what kind of background they have from just 5 secs of analyzing...its crazy...but can get boring. =(

10. I hate how I reead alot, know all the secrets, but still fall subject to the "latent functions" of creative capitalism. Marketers are very smart...and manipulative. I just wish I woudl be as smart as I am sometimes lol

11. . . i hate how I ran outta bull to speak on... I guess I could never be a talk show host huh....ah welp!! lol ... Ill write more books then =D....ttyl blog world

Josh...this one's for you bro!

Recently one of my good brothers up here at Morehouse College decded to join the Blog World and he has a solid blog already! Unfortunately I couldnt leave my comment on his page due to measurements or what not so I decided to put it here. You guys should check out hit new blog...just click ......HERE!

Here is the link to his post that Im replying to.

Ironically I found myself dong a similiar study this summer but asking the same question. We came to the same conclusion that true success is measured by the impact you leave on this world after you are gone (hence why you were finding MLK and Malcom X in the beggining) and the purpose in life is to bring others to success also. The problem that many have is that they limit their success inattentively. It comes down to a situation where something seems so arduous that it seems highly improbable or even impossible. Recently I found out that yeah "with out no struggle thers no progress" but even further if your not pushed out of your comfort zone then advancement will not be attained. Think about football. If Jerry Rice didnt take the time to do all those extra practices and insane workouts, he would have ever reached his point of preponderance that his stills sustains today.

What many dont recognized is that struggle can be managed and facilitated. All you have to do is step up in other departments (Time management and decision making are big ones) and struggle wont seem that much of a struggle anymore. BUT that struggle should be cherished becuase its that struggle that just made you that much better in your craft. Once you get so good at your craft, you lead others into being better than you. Then thats when your success and purpose in life begin to become revealed to you. I define the two like this:

"Whatever you do, do it so well that no man dead, living, or yet to be born can do it better." ~I dont remember lol


Great Start Bro!!