In a surreal moment, she started shrieking at 4:49 pm...The exact time of her birth! I guess she was just trying to re-enact the moment. I love my little pumpkin...Alexis Nicole is my Goddaughter, and here's some pics of the little lady before the party! More to come... Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat...

Went to check out my boy Nolan and his band "Dirty Water" at this lounge called the Orange Bear. They did a righteous 1 and a half hour set. Here's some pics. Notice the lovely stage decoration around the borders...Half naked Pornstars! I laughed my ass off. Til' next time... Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat...

Wow... What a gorgeous day in NYC! Too bad it's supposed to rain the next couple of days. Woke up, and had a great breakfast with "my Darling." Then I ventured into the city and ran some errands, paid some bills, and had a hilarious convo with a crackhead (Not as rare as this may seem in NYC). He gave me a 2 minute discourse on how Dave Chappelle stole his image for the character Tyrone Biggums, thus bankrupting him. He then did an original 5 minute bit about the virtues of bj's as opposed to begging for crack money. I laughed so hard I had tears rolling down my eyes. I gave him a $10 and told him that Chappelle will end up suing HIS ass if he kept it up. After checking to see if I was fleeced during the performance, I headed to the train. I was struck with how nice my current mood was, something I hadn't had in a while. I love it when Nature's etheral beauty envelopes you like an intimate caress... Even though I'm probably not having as much fun as the girl in the second pic, seeing this billboard defined the moment I was having. 'Til next time. Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat...

While walkin to GCT, I got to thinking.... <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <>

I think I am going crazy, but the other voices think I'm full of sh*t...

Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat...

Really... Are you people out there really going to subject us to another 4 years of THIS? Are you really going to re-elect the one man who makes former VP Dan Quayle look almost smart? This is why I hate politics... Makes me wonder why I bother voting. For any and all who thought our votes counted, they don't. Florida taught us that if you really want to win something bad enough, money and influence are the only obstacles to what used to be one of the most respected and powerful positions in the world. Now it's a global joke... Let's be honest, Dubya's birthright and bloodline saved him from a middle management position in corporate America. And that's exactly how I see my current president: a man I barely trust enough to complete minor obscure tasks- yet one I would never trust the whole corporation to... And what exactly are my options? The fact that Kerry is my only viable option makes me nauseous. A) I can't respect a man who freakishly reminds me of Herman Munster. B) Back to point A- is he alive? Where is his personality? Say what you want about Clinton, but he made me feel his sincerity at least... Like the Good Book says, "the path of the righteous man is beset on all side by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men" Why is this decision so difficult? Why is it that when I have to choose a president, I have to justify it to myself as the lesser of two evils? Am I the only one who thinks this wrong??? Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat...

My obvious favorite from Season 1 is "The Mad Real World" sketch. Other favs are "Trading Spouses" and "The Playa Hater's Ball." If you were ever a fan of the great sketch comedy shows like "In Living Color," "SNL," "Kids In The Hall," "Mr. Show," "Upright Citizens Brigade," or "Mad TV," then Chappelle Show is for you... Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat...

***I've come into some insight about my life. In regards to the "Father/Son" paradigm, I've always had a distorted concept of self. Growing up, I knew that my Father had gone away when I was but two months old. It wasn't until I was 14 that I was formerly introduced to whom I could only concieve of as the man who injected his semen to create me. According to sources in the know: my father was "Evil incarnate. A twisted demon who used psychological tricks and the power of suggestion to manipulate all around him." So I always thought of him as Evil. It was that literal, that simple... All my life I lived in paralyzing fear that I would one day become like my father. I didn't really bear any ill will towards him, but I was constantly bombarded with the concept of his persona. I didn't see him a day in my life until 14, and very sparingly since then. Yet slowly but surely, I had picked up every single one of his traits. I look like a mirror image of him. In the few times that we've hung out, I've noticed how he does everything I do-From facial expressions to posture and even speaking tone. God truly does have a magnificent sense of humor, and Genetics is a motherf***er... But now I'm a little bit older, and a whole lot wiser. I realize now that I was wrong to fear blossoming into my Father, because I was never destined to turn out exactly like him. My life will be the apology for his life, and yet will still be him in essence. All the nuances and quirks, the distance and aloofness, but with a human touch. My life will be the secret expression of my Father's desires, and it will be his apology for them, and it will be my justification for doing it again in spite of the apology. Wodehouse once wrote that "It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them..." After all, why should I apologize? I'm just being me...

WHEW!!!! Thank you for indulging me... I just really needed to get that off my chest. 'Til next time... Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat.

Been messin' with my camera all weekend. The Sidekick is the answer to all my prayers... Here are some photos of me on my early morning commute into Grand Central Station (NYC). I was born and raised in Washington Heights in Manhattan, and I actually moved out to the suburbs just recently. Why leave the city? The cost of living (Own a Co-Op Apt.), and my beautiful lady who you'll see on a later blog... 'Til next time... Omnes Vulnerant, Posthuma Necat...