The Wizard is Dead--much much much love to the Wizard!

My friend, my contemporary, my metaphysical wizard, Asif Rahman, died this week... I am floor`eed. Asif was not my closest closest friend and i have not seen in him years, yet we spoke frequently, via emails and phone...I will miss him, I am at work and feel a swell of sadness pushing tears to the forfront of my eyes so I stop now.. He will be laid to rest tomorrow, I can't belief such a light, such a positive kid, poof, gone...I will pay my respect, I will pay homage to the one and only, Asifilicious, Asif, The Metaphysical Lyrical Wizard....He is on my mnyspace page, check him out...what a guy he was!! PROUD TO HAVE KNOWN HIM!

PEACE AND LOVE ETERNAL FOR YOU ASIF......

roommate gets boot...

well, actually, he didn't get the boot, he had to take himself out of the equation because of some serious reasons and I'm not mad at him, we didn't sign any legally binding papers yet and we just begun to look at places, but i had a feeling ti might come to this, i love billy but i had a strange feeling it might not work out, better sooner than later, then i would have to kill him, but as it is, i'll find a place for myslef, its not impossible and its morte manageable..its all going to wqork out...deb,,, be angry---get back to roots...luv ya sugar,, thanks for lsitening even though i'm bad at keeping my phone call promises...cheers,,, you are strong!!!!

unwavering

the mallet

and a happy new year...

I am all about this new year and even though i received the annoying news from the NYC Board of Ed. that said they will not consider me for an interview into the NYC Fellows Program this year, I'm still happy. I mean, that was where I wanted the year to end up,, interview,, start training and taking course in June and be ready to teach for the next 2-3 years beginning in September 2008, with my MA in Education paid for by the city---that would have been nice. Oh well, maybe next year I'll apply again, at least they didn't keep me waiting and guessing very long, they let me know within two weeks, how very kind of them to let me know sooner than months down the line. Either why, must move on. I am excited to be getting an apartment by feb 1st, will begin my hunt this weekend, roommate in tow. I'm still with the temp agency, they have done me right these last few months, with only a week and a half to two weeks without wqork here and there, besides tjhat, they've kept me employed and its been fun and interesting...this year will be amazing, to hell with the nyc fellows program, it can't break this stride of mine, i mean really, with all the numbskulls in the nyc schoo system, I'M not good enough, pish posh!!!...happy new years to all!

smiling..

mikeythemallet

Rollerskate Dub, life without music, I can't

I wish all my worries were about me and my roller skates, dancing out in the corner,, say me feeling great, oh Jah...and den we beat da man down, say we gone leave him red and blue, murder, murder, no man steal my radio, my music...I want to be that guy, dancing on his roller skates--having fun with the girls, says I'm feeling great!!!1

Out on the corner
With my roller skates
Having fun with the girls
Says I'm feeling great woo
In the dark of the night
Street lamps glowing
On full blast is my radio
Radio



Up comes this guy in his flashy car
In his mouth stuck a big cigar
Needed my help said he lost his way
I never heard a word he said
To find some street, said he wanted instructions
So I turned down the music
To point out directions, guess what?
Guy jumped on me messed up my clothes
Smashed and grabbed my radio
Calling all detectives
A criminal at large smoking
A big fat cigar in a flashy car
And think him some superstar

CHORUS
Life life without music
I can't go go no
Life without music I can't go

I'm gonna get him
The last thing I do
Must get a beating
Till him red and blue

Breathe, breathe in the air...

I had to bite my tongue so severely yesterday I almost bit it off. I mean I know living at home was, is and will continue to be difficult, but lord, so days I want to stick a screwdriver in my ear and be done with it all. Of course, I am grateful for everything my folks have done and I in know they are sacrificing their peace and the serenity they deserve to help me out for the next three months but I'm sorry if I feel the need to bitch about it. I mean, its better here in blog-world than actually re-acting to the issue when it occurs because I wouldn't be here for three more months if I went back to that manner of dealing with things. What am I talking about. Its old family issues and of course I'm the last one to be able to properly deal with it all. We were nearing the end of dinner and I just wanted to talk about something interesting I had seen on PBS; no big deal. But it always is a big deal, the thing I found interesting was a manufactured situation to make everyone believe that these archaeologists had made some important discovery when of course, they are just idiots who know thing except how to fool ignorant people. I mean, I wasn't claiming to believe everything these scientist figured out and even amongst themselves, they are not 100% on the answer, its a highly debated issue with no final truth, but I couldn't even get to that point when I was attacked for being an idiot who believes everything I see.

so, i took a deep breath, swallowed the awful words I so wanted to spew out and I went to my room.. But it not over there, I stew for like 30 minutes about it in my room, getting agitated at this continual cycle of unnecessary aggravation that nobody can do anything about--whew..okay, and thats it. I remember some years ago my brother telling me i think too much about the past and its true I do, I've gotten better but i still do it.. I harp on what i should have done, what i could have done and i don't let the issue die, its my goal become more present oriented, not future and definitely not past, but present--its rough, but this very act is helping me to expel the tendency to dwell in my memory--release, fuck it all..relax, breath, 3 months will be here tomorrow and i can start to live my new, real, for the first time, my own real life...for the moment,, breath!

breathing
the mallet

Box Full of Hollow

I'm a box full of hollow, according to multiple tenuous rock, paper, scissor decision makers played against my current alter-ego(the 2x2x2 cardboard box) and the unnecessary pulling out of several of my God-like eyelashes; I'd either be a box full of hollow or a box full of dense things, those are the options. Okay, what the hell am I talking about? Check out "a part-apart's" blog to see what this all pertains too, D. Lang's project. Now I have to make another choice as to how full of hollow I'm going to be or rather, what kind of hollow am I and at first,I thought I'd have to think about this for quite some time but in the last two days, many ideas have been coming to me from all aspects of my life, so thanks D. Lang, for helping the brain to reboot again! This will be fun, I totally grok this project!

First Job...

Wendy called on Friday and said she had work for me starting Tuesday, temp, just for a week at Getty Images, 75 Varick Str. The pay is pretty decent and its basic data entry, research, spreadsheet, blah blah; she called this morning and said it'll take another day or so for the background paperwork to go through, so I'll start the job on Thursday now instead, fine by me! Monday Night football and some beers sounds in order. But I'm ready to start work, its been 3 weeks now and the Bank Account is dwindling--Monday Night Football doesn't help! I'm anxious to start Thursday, but calm as well--Now worries---my newest credo when it comes to dealing with the world of work, etc..stay calm, this isn't a big deal!!! and away we go...


Lets bounce Red Sox Nation out the door, Lets Go Rockies!