I initially started writing this blog sharing different situations in my life that included a Michael Jackson song. After my first draft I realize how unoriginal it was as well as kinda boring. So I decided to take a different spin on things.
Like most the world, I've spent the last two days listening to Jackson classics and watching some of the most amazing videos every made.
I have always liked these songs but now with MJs death I find myself really dissecting the songs lyrically and musically. Many of them are simply perfection. They are inspired.
Listening to these songs has made me hungry to hear great music so I've proceeded to listen to classics by Stevie Wonder, Earth Wind and Fire and even a modern day God-sent Jill Scott.
I find myself asking, what happened to good music and why are we constantly bombarded by such garbage on a daily basis. R&B use to be an amazing art form, now it's complete and utter trash.
How can people call themselves artist and put out such noise. And why is there an audience for madness?
Michael Jackson's music will live on long after his passing. And so will the songs of Motown, Earth Wind and Fire, Jill Scott and a few other amazing performers. Yet the masses and the radio airwaves will continue to bombard us with Blame in on the Alcohol and Soulja Boy.
Twenty, thirty, forty years from now we will not be celebrating Bootylicious but Dancing Machine, ABC and Man in the Mirror will live on.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Shut up and ___________!
I am a phone person. I love talking on the phone. Always have. I remember when I was in elementary school how we were the first people of my friends to get call waiting and 3 way calling. I remember being on the phone for hours and hours with my friends talking about absolutely nothing.
I still enjoy talking on the phone playing catch up with friends, gossiping and laughing about my dating life.
What I don't understand is why people feel the need to have long extended conversations out in public. Today at the gym, the girl next to me on the elliptical machine got a phone call and proceeded to have this ridiculously long and loud conversation. I was standing next to her and had my iPod paying but I still managed to hear about how much weight she has gained and how her friend didn't notice it at her birthday party because she was wearing a big dress. TMI, I don't care about this girl. Why must I be subjected to her personal conversations? I always thought that if you are really getting a good workout, you should be able to talk but you really don't want to. To this lady I say, "shut up and workout"
But it's just not while working out. It's in the locker room, at the grocery store, in line at Starbucks, walking around CVS, eating at a restaurant, at the movies. EVERYWHERE!! Are these conversations so important that people can't wait until they are in private? Why must the rest of the world suffer through your dumb conversations? And why must you talk extra loud? Shut up all ready! Hang up the damn phone you loser!
I still enjoy talking on the phone playing catch up with friends, gossiping and laughing about my dating life.
What I don't understand is why people feel the need to have long extended conversations out in public. Today at the gym, the girl next to me on the elliptical machine got a phone call and proceeded to have this ridiculously long and loud conversation. I was standing next to her and had my iPod paying but I still managed to hear about how much weight she has gained and how her friend didn't notice it at her birthday party because she was wearing a big dress. TMI, I don't care about this girl. Why must I be subjected to her personal conversations? I always thought that if you are really getting a good workout, you should be able to talk but you really don't want to. To this lady I say, "shut up and workout"
But it's just not while working out. It's in the locker room, at the grocery store, in line at Starbucks, walking around CVS, eating at a restaurant, at the movies. EVERYWHERE!! Are these conversations so important that people can't wait until they are in private? Why must the rest of the world suffer through your dumb conversations? And why must you talk extra loud? Shut up all ready! Hang up the damn phone you loser!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Suck Fest 2009
So by now everyone knows I fractured two toes. I have been forced to tell what happened pretty much every day since it happened. First it was the friends and family I called immediately after it happened and then its the trickling of co-workers as they notice me hobbling around campus.
I love how most people just assume that I was doing something fun and athletic like hiking or running. I hate breaking the news to them that I was simply walking to fast and bumped into the door.
What most people don't completely grasp is how horribly devastating this is for me. Just three weeks ago I got a kick in the butt from my scale and was back strong working out and eating well. I was running and doing yoga 2 days a week, lifting weight and really watching my food. I made a trip to the farmers market and bought a bunch of fresh fruits and vegetables and couldn't wait to eat them. I was so excited one night I planned to have squash, asparagus and spinach for dinner. I am quite positive that I lost a good 3 lbs in that kick start period.
So Sunday morning in the ER I lay in the hospital bed waiting for the doctor to tell me my x-ray results. Trying to be positive I told myself, "its only dislocated, I'll be better in a few days and back to my routine." Then when the doctor came in and broke the news to me, my demeanor completely changed. I began plotting what my next fattening meal would be. Why should I even try losing weight, I can't workout for a month. My plan was to go to McDonald's once I left the hospital and get a sausage biscuit and hash browns. Cooler heads prevailed and I instead did my regular Sunday morning Trader Joe's run and came home and had a sensible breakfast.
I was proud of me. I inspired myself. I was the shit! I could do this, broken toe or not!! I'm fucking hot and 40 damnnit!!
So I emailed my trainer to find out what I could do. I figured I could ride the bike, do upper body weights and eat super super healthy. I had this whole thing figured out. I began to fantasize about how hot I was gonna be in the next weeks. How I would get a gold star at my Weight Watchers meeting when I shared how I was determined to stay on track regardless of my current disability. I was unstoppable!
Monday I was a super star. Stayed within my daily points. Only ate really healthy food. Tuesday was the same but Tuesday I was excited. I didn't have class so now I could go to the gym. I went to the gym ready to go, visualizing the hot molten me that would emerge. I sat on the stationary bike and my heart dropped.
It literally dropped. I couldn't get my heart rate up to save my life. When I regularly work out, my heart rate is anywhere between 145 and 150. Anything below that I know I need to kick it up. I took that stupid bike to level 15. My legs were burning. I was going about 95 to 100 RPE and my heart rate would not get above 120. I was so hurt. Where was my endorphin rush? My joy diminished. I officially hated that gym.
Here we are on Friday and I haven't been back. Instead I drank and ate like a damn fool while watching the Laker game last night. I really have to get this together because I have 4 to 6 weeks of this and I can't afford to have my scale curse me out again.
I love how most people just assume that I was doing something fun and athletic like hiking or running. I hate breaking the news to them that I was simply walking to fast and bumped into the door.
What most people don't completely grasp is how horribly devastating this is for me. Just three weeks ago I got a kick in the butt from my scale and was back strong working out and eating well. I was running and doing yoga 2 days a week, lifting weight and really watching my food. I made a trip to the farmers market and bought a bunch of fresh fruits and vegetables and couldn't wait to eat them. I was so excited one night I planned to have squash, asparagus and spinach for dinner. I am quite positive that I lost a good 3 lbs in that kick start period.
So Sunday morning in the ER I lay in the hospital bed waiting for the doctor to tell me my x-ray results. Trying to be positive I told myself, "its only dislocated, I'll be better in a few days and back to my routine." Then when the doctor came in and broke the news to me, my demeanor completely changed. I began plotting what my next fattening meal would be. Why should I even try losing weight, I can't workout for a month. My plan was to go to McDonald's once I left the hospital and get a sausage biscuit and hash browns. Cooler heads prevailed and I instead did my regular Sunday morning Trader Joe's run and came home and had a sensible breakfast.
I was proud of me. I inspired myself. I was the shit! I could do this, broken toe or not!! I'm fucking hot and 40 damnnit!!
So I emailed my trainer to find out what I could do. I figured I could ride the bike, do upper body weights and eat super super healthy. I had this whole thing figured out. I began to fantasize about how hot I was gonna be in the next weeks. How I would get a gold star at my Weight Watchers meeting when I shared how I was determined to stay on track regardless of my current disability. I was unstoppable!
Monday I was a super star. Stayed within my daily points. Only ate really healthy food. Tuesday was the same but Tuesday I was excited. I didn't have class so now I could go to the gym. I went to the gym ready to go, visualizing the hot molten me that would emerge. I sat on the stationary bike and my heart dropped.
It literally dropped. I couldn't get my heart rate up to save my life. When I regularly work out, my heart rate is anywhere between 145 and 150. Anything below that I know I need to kick it up. I took that stupid bike to level 15. My legs were burning. I was going about 95 to 100 RPE and my heart rate would not get above 120. I was so hurt. Where was my endorphin rush? My joy diminished. I officially hated that gym.
Here we are on Friday and I haven't been back. Instead I drank and ate like a damn fool while watching the Laker game last night. I really have to get this together because I have 4 to 6 weeks of this and I can't afford to have my scale curse me out again.
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