Wednesday, September 22, 2010

First off, I'd ask that you take some time to read this article that I wrote. Its a little different than the articles I usually write, but I hope you feel it just the same.

Secondly, I'd like to write out my dream, while its still fresh in my mind. I had a dream that I was in the lobby of the Orlando, Florida Marriott (a hotel I have not visited since 1991) waiting for the elevator with Carlton (my son). When the elevator door opened, there were two individuals in it who were also headed up. Rainn Wilson (Dwight from The Office) and this woman at my job who absolutely cannot stand.

The first thing Carlton said (or whispered) to me was, "Daddy, that's the guy from the Office", and I said yes it is, but its not polite to point. Then, Rainn Wilson asked my Carlton how long he had been watching The Office, and who his favorite character was, and of course Carlton said it was Dwight Schrute--which made Rainn smile. At that point, the woman from MY office, put her entire hand on Carlton's head and said, "You're such a good kid", and immediately, I took her hand off of Carlton's head, and said, "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't touch my son's head."

She looked at me and said that she was simply trying to pay my son a compliment, and I asked her to do so without touching. Carlton jumped in and said, "Daddy, its ok" but I told him to shut up and get out of the elevator. Dream over.

Now, Rainn Wilson was mentioned on a television show I watched last night, I saw the woman at my job coming out of the elevator yesterday during lunch, and I texted my son last night. I have no clue where that Orlando part came from, but I still find it amazing that my brain chose to take those three things out of my day, and put them into an early morning dream. I also don't know where that elevator attitude came from though, I never overreact to things like that in real life (of course that's a lie) But I really don't like people touching my head without my permission, and the same goes for my son. That's just disrespectful, and women should know and understand that..they barely let men look at their hair let alone touch it.

And finally, while I was running this morning, the Pharcyde's Passing Me By came on my ipod, and I was once again amazed by the entire song, but especially the last verse. I know I've talked about it on this blog before, but its worth repeating, that verse is amazing. Its complex, there is singing involved, and it tells a story.

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender

- Fatlip from The Pharcyde


Sab D said...

I used a line from that joint to justify fumbling an opportunity with a young lady freshman year :

"She was a flake like CORN, and I was born, not to understand. By letting her pass, I proved to be a better man"

What better way to justify choking!

But Fatlip's verse is an all-time Hip Hop Quotable!

rashad said...

One day we'll write a book called, "Lessons from our Freshman Year of College". That's a bestseller waiting to happen

Sab D said...

Brother .... you on to something

Chapter 1 - The world stops for "MARTIN"