20May / 2013

What Is Going On???

Ok, so, you woke up this morning, and what’s the first thing you did? Reached over and looked at your cell phone…probably checked Twitter and Facebook to see what everyone else is doing with their lives, right? Maybe got a little envious, because it seems like everyone else is doing great things without you. And then you showered (hopefully), got dressed, ate breakfast, and went to that job that you’re always complaining about. You know, not really contributing, just spewing useless negativity. And then you went home, went to bed, and it started all over again the next day.

I’m not throwing stones or judging, because it can get like that for all of us at some point. We stop trying to live our own lives, and instead settle for vicarious living via social media and crappy reality shows. When’s the last time you had a Joe Schmo moment about your life, and just asked, “What is going on???” No, like, honestly. What are you really doing with your life?

I’ve been reading a lot of books on leadership lately, so obviously, I’m kind of an expert (I mean, I didn’t get it from the internet, right?). The most valuable takeaway I’ve ascertained from all of these books is whether or not I’ve discovered what my mark on the world is/will be. We are so much more connected than we think we are, kind of like The Butterfly Effect. Your words, your actions, your beliefs, they all have an impact on those around you, whether you realize it or not. The things you’re complaining about – like public policy, the demise of television, bullying, whatever – are you actually doing something about these things? Are you actively trying to be a positive force? In other words, are you a burden or a blessing?

I don’t know about you all, but I’m a little sick of being just an observer. I’ve determined that one of my gifts is helping others, and I’ve been trying to live out that life of service ever since. I encourage you, no, I challenge you to be more than just a burden. In Steve Farber’s book, The Radical Edge, he quotes Ronald Perricone of SKATE!, stating, “Act as though every action has a direct impact on the world…you should perform every deed as if it will either improve the world or damage it”. I’d kind of rather you pick the former and work on improving it. Think about the kind of world you’d want to live in; what can you do right now to make that happen? What blessings do you have to offer the world? Wars aren’t won in a day…start small and figure out your purpose.

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10Feb / 2013

The Need to be Kneaded

A couple of weeks ago, I treated myself to a wonderful 90 minute aromatherapy massage at Massage Envy, and let me tell you, it was worth every dollar (it’s also a LOT better than bothering your significant other and getting a five minute half-hearted attempt at one). I’m a member, and I pay a flat rate for a one hour massage each month. If you don’t use them, they start to accumulate, which is usually the case with me, and then they can be combined (I currently have four and a half massages saved up right now). I’m such an advocate for them now, because I work out a lot, and my muscles get very sore from time to time. I’m glad that I’ve convinced myself to go regularly, because my first experience was not so pleasant.

I can vividly remember that first time. I’d always been very nervous, because I didn’t want some strange person touching me, and I felt I wouldn’t be able to relax and get the full benefit. But a couple of years ago, when I first started purchasing Groupons, there was this deal going on for a one hour massage for $35 at some day spa. Since I’d seen other places advertise their rates starting at $60 for a one hour massage, this seemed like a no brainer. I called the place, and scheduled my appointment. The receptionist sounded bored, didn’t give me further information about who I’d be seeing, and pretty much hung up on me. That should have been a red flag, but you know, I had already paid for this Groupon, and I’d be damned if I was going to waste my money.

So anyway, the day finally comes, and I got to the place a little early. I checked in, and waited nervously on the couch. A few moments later, a big guy, who looked like a cross between my dad and Gerald Levert (R.I.P.) comes out. I thought maybe he had just gotten a massage, so I look over his shoulder, expecting to see a female therapist behind him, ready to call me in. Um, no. Gerald introduces himself (with a name that wasn’t Gerald) and tells me that he’ll be my therapist. Now, I know some people don’t mind a male therapist, but that made me super uncomfortable. But again, since I had already spent the money, I took a deep breath and decided to get it over with.

Let me tell you, that was by far the most uncomfortable experience I have ever had. I don’t think I relaxed for a minute, and I’m sure my body was even worse off than it was when I first got there. Had I been comfortable, I’m positive he would have done a great job, but it just felt, I don’t know, creepy to me. With that being said, before you take the plunge and get a massage, there are a few things you should know.

1) Make sure you’re specific when requesting a therapist. The receptionists aren’t mind readers, they don’t know what you’re comfortable with. This will be harder at smaller day spas, which have limited staff members, but if you call a place like Massage Envy, they should have at least one person that will fit your needs.

2) Take a flipping shower. Some therapists have told me that clients come in, and they reek. Have some respect for yourself and the therapist. I wouldn’t say this if it didn’t have to be said.

3) Don’t be afraid to speak up to your therapist. If the pressure is too light, tell them. If it’s too hard, don’t just wince and bear it. They are providing a service to you, and they don’t mind adjusting the session so you get the most out of it.

4) Relax. It’s not going to be fun OR help you if your body is tense. It kind of defeats the purpose, and then you’re just throwing money away. If you need aromatherapy to help you feel more calm, ask for it.

5) Tip your therapist. If you’re paying $60 for a session, your therapist will probably be getting only a small portion of that. If they’ve done an outstanding job, make sure you follow-up with gratuity that indicates that. 15-20% of a regular-priced session is sufficient.

6) And finally, drink LOTS of water. Before and after. A lot of toxins are being released, and this causes you to be thirsty. I do not know the scientific reasoning behind this, but I’m sure you can Google it. All I know is, you’ll be parched if you’re not properly hydrated.

I’m a huge proponent of massage, and would get one weekly if I could. It helps to clear my mind, and I seem to come up with the best ideas when I’m laying there, forced to do nothing but relax. How often do allow ourselves the luxury of just doing nothing? I’d love to hear your first-time massage stories!

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31Dec / 2012

The Obligatory New Year’s Post

Well, this is it folks. 2012 has come to a close, and thankfully, we’re all still here. For those of you who claimed 2012 as your year and have no clear progress to back that up, well, sucks for you. Please don’t claim 2013 until you get to the end of it, ‘k? Right now, most of you have made a list of goals for the year that you’ll either be too lazy to commit to, or you’ll start them for about a week and bow out with no results. Either you’ll be too vague when you make the goals, or too lofty with them. Your best bet if you want to feel somewhat accomplished by year-end? BE SPECIFIC.

But I’m going to make it easy for you. Maybe you don’t know what you want to do; you just want to do something. To help you out, I’ve compiled this short list of five things you can do this year, that you can look back on and feel proud that they’ve been checked off your list.

1) Give back.

This is an easy one. There are so many different ways you can do this, whether it’s by actually getting involved in your community, or writing a check. Not sure where to start? Check out Do Something, a site completely devoted to helping you figure out what to do. If writing a check is more your speed, the United Way is another site that makes it simple for you to click a button and have a tax write-off for the year.

2) Learn something.

Something, anything. Remember back in the day, when you used to actually keep information in your brain, and not your smartphone? You can still relive a little bit of the past by learning something completely new, by picking up a book, or delving a little deeper into a topic you’ve had some interest in. Imagine how envious your friends will be when you offer up information you didn’t have to consult Google for.

3) Get physical.

Every year, you all swear that you’ll be more fit, get that beach body by March, and go to the gym in droves for two weeks. And then it gets too cold. And then you don’t want to get up early or be out too late. And then you get sick and decide to never exercise again. Excuses, excuses, excuses. You have no problem setting aside time for happy hour or Love and Hip-Hop, but exercise? Who has time for that? This year, why don’t you actually set aside 20 minutes at a minimum, 3x a week, to get more fit? Sure, it’s not much, but it’s a start. And everyone knows that the only way to do something is to start it. One of my favorite sites for workouts is BodyRock. It’s got a ton of HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) workouts that take about 20 minutes. So no excuses!

4) Get connected.

No, really connected. I love social media as much as the next person (obviously, since I’m a blogger), but it’s no substitute for real-life human contact. Instead of relying on Facebook and Twitter to find out how your friends and family are doing, why don’t you just (gasp!) pick up the phone? Most of us have become so averse to talking on the phone, but it’s one way to feel like you still know someone. Social media isn’t real connecting, especially since most people only post the good stuff. For a week, disable your social media apps, or ignore them. Spend that time visiting friends, or phoning them. It’ll be weird at first, and if it doesn’t work, at least you tried!

Pick up the damn phone.

5) Do something new.

There’s a great video I watched the other day, where the narrator poses the question, “What would you do if money were no object?”. It kind of made me stop and evaluate the things that I do all day, and whether or not they were fulfilling. Most of us talk about the things we would do if we were rich, but most of those things don’t require millions. Some just require time, and ingenuity. You want to travel? Start saving! You want to be an artist? Take a class at a community college. As cliché as this is, life really is too short to be doing things you hate. Find a way to start something you’ve always wanted to do. It’s not too hard to use Google to find things like free or inexpensive courses, or using Living Social and Groupon for those getaway deals. You’ve got an entire year to make it happen.

Making changes in your life is really not as hard as we make it seem. And if this post didn’t make you want to get your arse up and do something, maybe this great piece by David Wong will inspire you. Maybe you don’t need a jolt, maybe you have this life thing all figured out. If that’s you, please share you words of wisdom, or just let me know what specific things you’re resolving to do for the coming year. A friend of mine re-posted a good idea on Instagram: Start the year with an empty jar and fill it with notes about good things that happen, so you can read them at the end of the year. I say, fill it with those things you’ve accomplished, so you’ll feel compelled to outdo them in the next year. As always, thanks for reading, and have a happy and safe New Year!

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22Nov / 2012

Thanksgiving

For the first time in years, I’m actually excited about the Thanksgiving holiday. It’s been at least a decade since my family has gotten together; aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma. For many people, that can seem like a hassle, but for me, it’s a blessing. The idea makes me nostalgic, reminding me of a much simpler time, when family was more close-knit. As a kid, we would get new outfits, head over to my aunt’s or my grandma’s, gorging in a way we didn’t get to do the majority of the year, getting in trouble for stealing the meringue off of the top of the banana pudding (you know who you are).

In recent years, Thanksgiving has been sort of anti-climatic, whether spending it with the in-laws (who I love), friends, or just my immediate family. At one point, the idea of Thanksgiving even disgusted me, because of what it represented (you know, the beginning of the end of the demise of my native ancestors?? Yeah.). I had a hard time getting myself excited to celebrate a day that marks the genocide of other cultures…but, I digress. And then of course, there was just the subdued apathy that settles in after a while of not really going anywhere or doing anything. When my aunt let me know that she’d be hosting this year (and I’d be making the banana pudding), I was ecstatic. It has been so long since we were all in the same place for something that didn’t involve death or hospitalization, and I miss that.

We so often take the beauty of family, with its faults and sometimes irreparable fractures, for granted. We assume that the option to reconnect with someone you haven’t seen in years will always be there, but that’s not always the case. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to appreciate the wonderful, unique people I’m blessed to call my relatives. We’re all different, we all live differently, but in the end, we all love each other. Even if Thanksgiving isn’t the most P.C. day of the year, I’m going to take it for what it is and use it to my advantage. It’ll give me the opportunity to catch up on the milestones and changes I’ve missed out on. And it’s a chance, if only for the day, for my family to feel a little like I imagined it to be in my youth. And in my selfish way, that’s enough for me.

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28Sep / 2012

The Great Revival

So it’s as if someone heard my desperate cries. I complained, I pouted, and thought our city might be hopeless. In my post, “The In-Betweens”, I discussed how there was nothing, nothing to do for us 80s babies in Hartford. In response, a friend of mine created a site, Hartford Soultree, where she listed all the great things that are happening around the city. You’d think this would be enough, but no, I needed MORE. In reality, what I really needed was to look for the great events, instead of waiting for them to come to me. This isn’t a large city, where things to do are right outside of your door. If you really want to see the best the city has to offer, it isn’t always going to be right on Main St. It’s going to be in those tucked away spots…that’s where the fun is going to happen.

My former classmates have made my search slightly easier, by posting events on Facebook. Last year, I went to a great event in Philly, by the Raw Artists organization, and I kept thinking, man, they should have something like this in Hartford. Well, they do. Next Thursday, October 4th, The Russian Lady will be holding a Raw event, featuring the fabulous ladies of Hartford Prints! You can support the event by buying tickets here.

If you’re looking for fun and cultural events this weekend, you can find it all throughout downtown. iQuilt, a local organization, will be hosting Envisionfest Hartford, a one-day festival reminiscent of the downtown festivals of my youth, like Kid-Riffic. More information on this great event can be found here. And when you’re all cultured out, head on down to the Duck Pin Alley on Farmington Ave for an after party.

Andddd, if that isn’t enough, a wonderful organization I’ve discovered, Civic Mind Studio, has brainstormed and came up with an awesome project. Every Sunday, beginning on October 7th (through November 18th) there will be an open air market on Pratt St, which has remained an important part of Hartford’s history, reminding of us the bustling city Hartford used to be. If you like the idea of projects like that, check out the organization’s website…it seems they’re open to your ideas.

: Hartford Hodge Podge

I admit, I had almost lost all hope in the place I grew up in, the place I had once fiercely defended against naysayers. Instead of trying to fix the problem, I, like many others, decided it would be easier to ignore it and move on to greener pastures. I am proud of my fellow Hartford men and women who are involved in these projects, who decided that our city was worth saving. I hope the rest of you natives give it another chance too, and help me support what can be the start of a great revival.

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02Aug / 2012

Sugar Water Was Our Thing

One of my favorite hip-hop songs came on the radio the other day, and man, did it make me feel like a kid again. It was Ghostface Killah’s, “All That I Got is You”, and even now, those lyrics never fail to get me choked up. It brings me back to a place that most people didn’t experience, a place most people don’t even believe I experienced. I often joke about coming from “the ‘hood”, but back then, the poverty I experienced was no joking matter. That Ghostface song (google the lyrics), and the quasi-recession we’re experiencing now, reminds me of my life during the recession of the early 1990s.

Some people, especially those in the suburbs, may not remember that recession. I can’t pretend to have all of the facts of the economic climate during that time, but I can give you the facts from the viewpoint of a kid experiencing it. IT WAS ROUGH. I remember my parents, my friends’ parents, THEIR friends’ parents, all getting laid off in record numbers. There was no work to be found; by 1993, the poverty level was at 15%, mostly concentrated in urban areas. With five kids, and a sixth one on the way, my family had a hard time. There was no such thing as new clothes and sneakers, no discretionary income (our discretionary income came from me and my older brother getting up early in the morning to beat the bums in their search for bottles to return at the grocery store so we could have penny candy money). We were lucky my parents were savvy enough to somehow turn $20 worth of groceries into a two weeks worth of meals, and that my mother wasn’t too proud to go to a food pantry to feed her children (and often times, the other kids in the neighborhood).

And the things we used to eat! That government tub of peanut butter that would always tear your white bread up when you tried to spread it on a sandwich, that yummy over-processed government cheese, powdered milk, fried bologna, sugar water…I could go on and on and on. I remember having rice and eggs for dinner on countless occasions. If we were lucky, we could get some nice cube steak or liver (I think of that now like, blechh!). In the summer, every public park had a free lunch program, and later on, a free breakfast program. Point is, we never went hungry.

Everyone I knew got food stamps (whether you were on welfare or not), yet everyone was embarrassed to be seen using any at the bodega. I can remember walking around the corner store for twenty minutes, waiting for every person to leave the store, just so I could pay for my things. Back then, there was no EBT or whatever it’s called now. These were actual paper “coupons”, so you couldn’t even pretend they were anything else. Neighborhood drug addicts would even sell their food stamps for cash, so they could buy drugs. That was the craziest hustle ever. I’m sure you could get a 50% return in food stamps if you found the right seller.

I sometimes feel like I’m so far removed from what goes on in poorer neighborhoods, because I’m not there anymore. When I tell people where I’m from, they think I’m making it up, that nothing good can come out of the inner city. Even though we all feel like we’re in something similar to a recession, to the people left in neighborhoods like the ones I grew up in, it’s been a recession for quite a while. There are young kids out there right now that are going through what I did, and I hope they can take those experiences and persevere. When I ran the idea of this post by a friend of mine, she asked if I was willing to disclose so much information about my life. At this point, I don’t see anything that I should be ashamed about, or regret. I feel like I need to remind myself of that life, so I can appreciate what I have now even more. As Charles Dickens wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”, because it really was. It definitely sucked, big time, but we still managed to find joy in our lives. So now, when I hear that Ghostface song, it isn’t tears of pain…it’s an overwhelming feeling of appreciation, of knowing that I found my strength in the struggle.

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28May / 2012

Summer, Summer, Summertime…Oooh, Summertime

Ah, Memorial Day. The unofficial start of summer…and the official start of flossing season. It is now that time when people bring out their leased and over-paid for “summer” vehicles (usually from the garage of their parents’ home), go on a wild summer clothing shopping spree, and begin to brag about all of the places they’ll be traveling to for the next three months. Never mind that they’ll probably have to miss a couple of bills, disconnect a few services, and stock up on Ramen noodles. I mean, c’mon…it’s summer (YOLO, right???)!!!

This is the season where it becomes extremely evident that my generation, the Millennials (usually ages 20-30), have got it twisted. All of the hard work we’ve put in throughout the other nine months of the year gets blown with just three months of partying and bullshit. Most of us haven’t gotten out of the summer vacation mindset, and damn it, June, July and August are just synonyms for no work, all play. Unfortunately though, once the “new year” (September) begins, we’re stuck trying to fill the holes we put ourselves in during the previous months. Now, as I stated, I am part of the Millennial generation, so I’m not trying to make you all go to summer school. I do however, think there are some things you can do to make sure you don’t spend the rest of your months in detention (see what I did there?).

1. You don’t need to go on several different overseas vacations this summer.

Really, you don’t. If you were smart during the other nine months, you would have saved for one really good trip. If you didn’t, well, you better make Miami via bus or car your big trip of the summer. Otherwise, you’ll be sitting in the dark in your apartment eating a can of baked beans. Or worse, you’ll have to stay with your parents. *shudders*

2. Explore some “stay-cation” possibilities.

Not everyone lives in the boring state I’m trapped in, and even here there are some interesting places. Visit your state’s tourist website, and find something new. Even a day trip to a neighboring state could make for a great experience (thank you, Northeast, for giving me so many options). It doesn’t always have to be a wild time for you to have a great experience. But if you are looking to have a wild time, don’t forget about…

3. The infamous house party.

For the most part, you all still think you’re in college anyway (How many times have you gone to dinner at a friend’s and ended the night in flip cup and Kings? Don’t pretend it’s just me). Be creative. Or don’t. All you need is a liquor store, some good music, and a pool…turn that mutha into an all-inclusive resort for the night.

4. Look for last-minute vacation deals on sites like Groupon and Expedia.

Even if you’re dead-set on taking a couple of trips this year, you don’t have to break the bank to do it. Be a grown-up and put some money aside, so when those deals pop up, you can grab them quickly. You don’t need that new pair of Jay’s or Jimmy Choo’s right now, right? And sure, the deals are pretty last-minute, but so what? Spontaneity makes up 87% of the fun (such a random percentage…I made it up).

5. Do what you did last year, and prepare yourself to be broke.

I know, not really a good option, right? But for some of you, having pictures on Instagram illustrating the wonderful time you had in Belize is far more important than living comfortably September through May. If this is you, forget anything I said prior to this last point. Hopefully those memories will keep you warm in January.

Point is, there’s nothing wrong with summertime flossing, but do it the right way. Stop pretending you’re all baby ballers, and live within your means. In a few years, with better financial management and careful planning, you’ll be able to spend a couple of weeks in Italy. And you’ll have a much better time, knowing that you can actually pay for it.

01May / 2012

I Ain’t One of the Cosbys, I Ain’t Go to Hillman

Thursday, April 30th, 1992. A sad, sad day…well, at least for me. From the moment I began watching television, Thursday nights at 8pm were reserved for one thing, and one thing only: a new episode of The Cosby Show. The show, I believe, played an integral part in raising me: it showed me that there could be such a thing as an affluent, educated, well-adjusted Black family; that I could dream beyond the pavement of the inner city I was raised in. I became accustomed to the characters in the show, thinking of them as the people I wanted to get to know, the sort of people I wanted to be. So on that day, the day the last episode aired, I felt like I had lost more than a favorite show: I had lost a family.

The Cosby Show was ground-breaking for so many reasons. For the most part, its premise wasn’t something that was prominent on prime time television at the time (or now, for that matter). It was about a professional Black couple, that honestly could have been any race, raising five “normal” children. The family dealt with everyday issues through humor, but they also tackled more serious topics, like theft (remember Rudy stealing money for that stupid light up sweater??), learning disabilities, and teen pregnancy. Let me tell you, their problems seemed sooo much easier than the crap I was dealing with. They provided us with a glimpse into what some consider the “bougie” side of American Black culture – jazz music, HBCUs, etc. (Not to mention that wonderful 80s and 90s fashion…trust me, I will rock a Cosby Coogi sweater today with no issue). There wasn’t a day that would go by that I didn’t wish I was one of the Huxtable children – it didn’t matter that they were fictitious – it just mattered that they could be real.

Where I grew up, living in a city where the parents were lawyers and doctors was a rare occurrence – the more likely scenario was that they were unemployed, on drugs, or working menial jobs. In a place that lacked hope, the show provided me with an abundance of it. It was the first time (at a very young age) that I expressed the desire to attend college, something my older siblings nor my parents had completed. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen positive Black role models (since my elementary school had a large number of Black professionals working there), but it perpetuated the idea that they didn’t exist just in my school…they could have been anywhere.

As I mourn the 20th anniversary of the show’s closure, I rejoice in the fact that it lives on in syndication and YouTube clips. So I leave you with this clip of the last episode, and a question: Which episode was your favorite?

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11Apr / 2012

Racism Still Alive, They Just Be Concealing It

Ok, it’s been a while since I posted, and it’s due in part to me being consumed with my thoughts on racism, and not knowing how I could express these thoughts without coming on too strong (maybe I’ve been reading too many books on race relations, I don’t know). This isn’t about being an angry Black woman or anything like that, more so about the wool that’s been efficiently pulled over many of our eyes. I haven’t figured out how to tone it down, but I’m going to share my thoughts with you anyway. I think my bigger problem is that I just have too much to say, but here goes…

As of the last few years, especially these last couple of months, it seems that we’ve been bombarded by the media with racist, or seemingly racist acts here, a hate crime there, from Trayvon Martin to Oscar Grant. There are, of course, many racist acts and comments that don’t even get the media attention that the two cited above have, like the murder of James Anderson by a 19-yr-old male, or the comments of former GOP candidate Rick Santorum. The fact that this stuff isn’t well-reported on isn’t what annoys me though. It’s the fact that when it is, well, everyone seems extremely surprised. Because you know, racism doesn’t exist anymore.

As a Black woman, I am constantly confronted with comments and actions that can be deemed racist. It seems silly, that people would be overtly racist in my presence, since they know my racial make-up, right? But no. My fair skin tends to make people forget who they’re talking to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told, “Well, you’re not Black Black“, or have been “in on” jokes full of racist stereotypes (“It’s because you like fried chicken, huh, huh” as they nudge me). I’ve even had people use the N-word around me, and THOUGHT IT WAS OK! And when you check people, whoo, watch out. You’re now labeled a reverse racist and a race baiter.

Most people don’t like to hear about this, because they believe that Black people are beating a dead horse, that we need to “get over it”. While I believe that some less motivated people use our past as a crutch, there’s no denying that racism is still prevalent. Just because you don’t hear about it on the news daily, doesn’t mean it’s not happening in your own backyard. When you’re not Black (or any other racial group that’s constantly persecuted), it’s easy to convince yourself that society has gotten better, and that we’re all one big happy family. Remember, although slavery was eradicated in 1865, it was still an institution for approximately 300 years. And Black people didn’t receive equal rights until the 1965 Voting Rights Act…years after my parents were born. There are still people alive who played a HUGE part in perpetuating the race crimes, who took part in the 500 year campaign to view the people of the African diaspora as less than human …you think they changed their mindset in 1965? Yeah, right.

Point is, stop thinking that the events that happen now are rare in nature, because they’re not. If you don’t like to see it, then educate yourselves, do what you can to make sure that it actually ceases to exist. I would have liked to make this post longer, but I think you’ve read enough. I’ll also be discussing this topic on April 27th, on BWE Network. Because I don’t pretend to know everything about everything, I definitely appreciate your comments and thoughts. Oh, and don’t forget to follow me on Twitter!

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09Apr / 2012

Stay Tuned

Hey everyone, thank you for continuing to follow my blog! Real life has put a slight damper on my blogging schedule, but I should be back on board this week. In the meantime, you can check out my Tumblr, or, a couple of other great blog sites, The Culture LP and Let’s Press Rewind. Thanks again, and we’ll chat soon!

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