Nothing Lasts Forever… Because Change.

Nothing Lasts Forever… Because Change.

If you were expecting a depressing post about endings and enjoying things while they last… You and your pessimism are going to be sorely disappointed. Friday, March 21st is the first official day of Spring! The season of new beginnings, change, growth, rebirth and all he stuff we have a bad habit of expecting on January 1st, in the dead of winter while the populous is reeling from meals they shouldn’t have eaten and purchases they shouldn’t have made. That’s right folks, if I had to pick a favorite season, it would be Spring. Sure, I love Autumn… falling backward Read more »

I don’t want to be a gun.

I don’t want to be a gun.

The reality is most American citizens and immigrants who are black will not face the end of a gun held by a nervous or improperly trained police officer. Most black Americans will never know the fear that engulfs any sane person who is facing a life threatening situation such as Michael Brown did this past summer. I will not debate nor entertain who precipitated the untimely death of a life cut down too soon. I will not concern myself with the lawfulness or lack of it because I am not a lawyer and do not play one on television. What Read more »

Sometimes being right sucks.

Sometimes being right sucks.

Sometimes being right sucks. That isn’t something you’ll hear many people say, but it’s true. Sometimes you look at things and you know how it’s going to play out, so you make a prediction. Sometimes it’s good to be right, other times it sucks. This is one of the times when being right sucks. See, nobody wins over me being right on this issue and it has done nothing but proven just how utterly screwed we all must be. I know what you must be saying “But Revanchist, what were you right about?”. Well, to be simple, everything I talked Read more »

Story Time: Life Lessons & Gratitude

Story Time: Life Lessons & Gratitude

Today, I appreciate the smell of clean linen. I was pretty sick not too long ago, and then I spent the last week or so recuperating, still congested with occasional chills and night seats, unable to really smell or taste anything. Then I woke up on Saturday completely disgusted by the smell of sweat and sickness. I know, you must feel so close to me right now. I mean, I’ve just shared something uncharacteristically intimate and personal with you: literally airing my dirty laundry. You see, that’s one of those things that people do when they get comfortable with you. Read more »

Speak, child. Speak.

Speak, child. Speak.

I met an artist recently who was presenting his work. Bold strikes against the canvas. Strokes of color that fly against vivid backdrops and each color evoking a story. And another. And another. The artist spoke of muses. Inspirations from his vision of the world. How an abstract image is what we see but his eyes saw order in the riot. Amazing. Fabulous. And educational. Then he told me of how he spoke with another creator of art. And he learned two things: When you make it, know when to stop. When you put it out there, be satisfied with Read more »

Weddings, Reunions, Dental vists, and SHAKE UPS!

Weddings, Reunions, Dental vists, and SHAKE UPS!

So you may have noticed someone has been missing a lot lately. You may have even noticed when he goes missing he doesn’t always explain why. Well…yeah no real explanation, sorry for that.   In other news I have been gone meeting old friends, getting massive dental work, and being best man in a wedding. Shout out to Superfans Chris and Ania Moncrief(aka Superman and Lois Lane) who celebrated their love in the classiest of weddings this past weekend.   But that Shakeup word is here again for good reason.    Things are about to get interesting. Not only has Read more »

Miss me yet?

Miss me yet?

I miss the smell of cement as I lay on it after class. I miss the way my feet feel after biking all over the neighborhood. I miss my coke bottle glasses because I didn’t get it choose them but mom did. I miss the anxiety of missing homework. I miss when it’s time to tend my grandparents garden so they can can the okra for next winter. I miss what Saturday morning top 40 countdowns sound like as my hand hovers over the play And record levers. I miss standing in line for the concert tickets on a Sunday Read more »