Listening to Gil Scott-Heron's "And We Almost Lost Detroit":

If it wasn't for napster (the first one) I would have never found this dude.

1. I'm in denial. Although it seems I don't have a life I can "sacrifice" much more time. (@!#@!)

2. The other night I had a dream I was being attacked. I hate this kind of dream because I usually feel so defenseless... Like I'm running or I'm punching and not doing any damage, and I don't wake up until the dream is done with me (it seems). But this time I thought (or dreamed), "I'm gon' kick this motherfucka." Sure enough I I kicked my leg up so hard-brought the knee up high and extended-I woke myself up. When I woke up the next morning I felt so good-like I was waking up on the third day of a seven day vacation.

3. Last weekend I took my son to a comic book store and purchased a model and a couple comic books. It turned out to be a good investment. He finished the comic books in less than 24 hours and enjoyed putting the model together- he’s well on his way to being a shameless nerd with no game whatsoever (I hope):

Glasses- check
Braces- check
Comic Books-check
Models-check-
Star Wars-soon

I enjoyed putting the model together too. It took us about four hours, which wasn’t bad. After completing it I decided that I’d make this trip to the comic book store a monthly deal. This can be our thing…
Like when he grows into his teens and finds a reason to hate me, I wonder if this can be our thing?
When we talk about sex (like really really soon) this will be our thing.
Like when fill in the blank, this will be our thing.

i'm feeling both of these videos right now. the common denominator is kanye west, celebrating one minute (video) and grieving his mother's death the next.