Wack Wednesday Two pet Peeves

This will by no means be a staple, but I want to point out two things that bother me.  I think they're wack  and I just gotta get it off my chest.

1. People who constantly complain about the weather.  I live in a city that experiences all four seasons in dramatic fashion, with summer temperatures reaching a blistering 98-101 degrees (during a heatwave) and with blizzards that drop a beautiful 10 inches of snow.  NYC requires a closet ready for both extremes and everything in between.  BUT, for those who hate the cold, complaining about it doesn't help and when these same people complain about how hot it is in the summer time my patience wears very thin.  If you don't like the cold stay out of the North.  If you hate the heat stay out the south. If you hate both...kick rocks and tape ya mouth...

2. People who use curses and swearing when making religious affirmations.  I'm not one to judge folks. It's not my judge, but there's something that bothers me about something like this "God has granted me the ability to succeed at all I do.  He also blessed me with thick skin against my haters. So I'm on top of the (insert expletive here) because I am the (insert again) man.  Holla at ya boy!"

What are some wack things that bother you?!

Rumblings of a nomadic future

I started this blog as a way to express my frustrations and share the stories of all the moving that I've done. I'm not settled, yet, but i may be close to finding something/where that I can call home for more than 1year.

Residents of other states (and other parts of NY) can't quite imagine how tough it is to become functionally independent as a young adult in NYC. I've been out of college for four years now so I'm not quite a recent college grad yet I'm still finding that the realities of my generation and generations past differ vastly.

Gone are the days of living in the hood in Brooklyn and getting a " regular job" while being able to afford renting your own apartment. By own I mean just you, yourself and your belongings. Not only has rent skyrocketed and the job marketed plummeted (correlation?), but reverse white flight has all the suburban white folks, these new white young professionals abandoning the possibility of a white picket fence and a German shepherd for the iron horse, exposed brick and a yorkie in buildings mixed with other young professionals and Brown neighbors who've been there for decades. It's true, google it. If it's on the internet you know it's real. :-)

As a youngster my family was blessed enough to only have one major move. The other two were in the same building to allow the management company to "renovate" and make repairs to our apartment. We lived cramped. 5 people in what was functionally a 1-2br depending on who you asked. The rent. $200! I painfully digress.

When we finally left the best borough in all of the world and moved to Long Island it was an intense intro to something I didn't think I'd have to get used to. It's like your first taste of that frugal meal that you will eventually be forced to frequent because of tough times. Canned corned beef and white rice, ramen noodles, you get my drift. This meal was moving.

I chose to get my higher education in Philadelphia. The city of brotherly love, whose sibling rivalries have caused most "brothers" to show their love in Crimson stained Cain and Abel type ways. I digress. It is here where the Urban nomadic journey began. In Philadelphia. Among row homes and stray cats, crack houses and section 8 gates. Among college students and ex-convicts. I had no idea in 02 that I was about to backpack through the valleys and shadows of violence. Follow my journey and see why I've felt the urge to share my story.

It starts in the heart of North Philly. 1922 N. Broad Street. J&H. A hi rise dormitory for college freshmen. A sight reminiscent of the hi-rise projects of NYC. Something said by Daniel Beatty in his new play, Through the Night, projects look like dorms but the difference is what goes on inside...(paraphrased of course)


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Today's word for the day...J-O-B!

Yes, it's a line from Friday.  Craig was fired from his job, on his day off, and his father was imploring him to go searching for new employment.  I know that movie by heart.  90's classic!

Today isn't Thankful Thursday, a day celebrated by the TicaTattler, but I thought I'd take a moment to give thanks to God for my job.  "

Thank You LORD.  I'm employed, words cannot express my gratitude.  Amen"


There are reports of the economy improving, jobs being added, money being made.  The dollar got stronger as fears of European economic troubles weakened the Euro.  Despite these reports the scope of the job market for NY's finest (The Teachers of NYC) is truly grim.  Hiring freezes, layoffs and budget cuts have those of us who have jobs worried about our security, and those who are trying to get into the DOE looking like the kids on Smooth Criminal, on the outside looking in, wanting and hoping to someday, be a a part.  I pray things get better.  Because after all even after we relent to the fact that adults who are teachers have bills, and families to raise, and apartments to keep, the real victims are our students.  Students who are asked to participate in classes that are too big and get along with teachers who are overworked and underpaid.


I read somewhere that if you want to take the pulse of a nation look at the way they treat their kids and the elderly...America's pulse is feeling very, very weak these days...