Losing The Glow

First off let me begin this by saying I am tired of being punked by two of my fellow bloggers. I know I don't really update as often as you'd like. But all this ordering me to blog is gonna stop...dammit! Now, back to my regularly scheduled post. I was in the mall this Sunday popping tags, when I came to a startling realization. It happened while I was dining on some fine mall Chinese cuisine. I'm grubbing when I look up and notice this girl. I hesitate to say woman because I wasn't really sure how old she was, and I'm not risking 3-5. But nevertheless, she looked of age. So she sits down with her plate of food a few feet away from me. So we start playing "eye tag". You know where you look at someone and the minute they look at you, you either look down or away. Pretty juvenile yes, but that was all I had going for me. So you would think after a few games of "eye tag" I would man up and go over and talk to the girl right? WRONG! I sat there and ate my food and then left. I give you the summary to say this: I think I've lost my glow. I feel like Sho-Nuff in "The Last Dragon". You know the scene where his hands stop glowing? Or better yet, I feel like Austin Powers when he lost his mojo. I don't know what's wrong with the kid. It's like I've lost my nerve to talk to women. Now don't get it twisted, the kid is still about that salmon, but I'm not fishing with the same confidence I used to have.

Saying Good-Bye To An Old Head

There are few African-American role models out there. Outside of the realm of sports, music and entertainment few Black kids (especially males), look up to anyone. I can attest to this, because when I was a kid I wanted to be just like Jerry Rice. I know he was from Mississippi and played in San Francisco and I was from New Jersey. But it didn't matter because I thought he was cool. Over the years my view of Jerry Rice as someone I looked up to diminished. And then somehow, also over the years, Ed Bradley became someone I looked up to and respected. Maybe it was the way how cool he was whether he was interviewing Muhammad Ali or Timothy McVeigh. Or how he was the one brother rocking the chin scruff and an earring on TV. You think Stuart Scott thought that up on his own?? Ed Bradley did. He impacted Stuart and he impacts me. Seeing him on TV made me want to get in this business...real talk. It's rare seeing someone who looks like you doing something that people who DON'T look like you doing. Granted I'm a producer and not an on-air talent, but if I make that transition you be sure I'm gonna rock a beard and an earring every year on November 9th in memory of Ed.

Everytime I Try To Leave Somthing Keeps Pulling Me Back

So I'm in the crib pondering about life in between games of Madden '07. What am I pondering? What keeps a woman coming back to a guy who constantly puts her on the back burner? Am I speaking from personal experience? Of course, I am. We all do. One certain situation plays over again and again in my head. I met this girl freshman year at college and all through the college years we kept missing each other. I was being loose (or at least trying to be), while she wasn't. As the years went on we never really hooked up, but she kept kicking it with me. Nothing seriously physical developed between us. So flash forward to 2006. She's out here in VA doing the grad school thing, while I'm trying to keep my head and self-esteem above water at the station. We meet up again and start chatting. She asks if I have a girlfriend. I say no. She gives me the obligatory confused look on her face complete with her head cocked to the side. ***SideNote-I'm getting used to that look. Is that a bad thing?*** And she mentions that if I ever do decide to catch that girlfriend disease, she'd like to be a candidate. This throws me off. Because all the time she's known me I've been a psuedo womanizer. So to you all out there I pose the question that I continue to ponder between games of Madden '07...What makes women keep going back to a guy?

Grand Theft Blog

Three Names You Go By: Jarrod, Boogie, Huggy Bear (don't ask)

Three Parts of Your Heritage: Black times 3

Three Things That Scare You: not being successful, dying, being a bad father

Three of Your Everyday Essentials:Madden 07, ESPN, a couch to chill on

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now: Draws, fleece with station logo on it, rubber bands (for the struggle)

Three of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists: Joe Budden, Musiq Soulchild, Jay-Z

Three of Your Favorite Songs: Little Fugue in C Minor (Johann Sebastian Bach), Three Sides To A Story (Joe Budden), Anything by The Notorious B.I.G.

Three Things You Want in a Relationship: Comedy, Passion, Sincerity

Three Physical Things about the Opposite Sex: smile, teeth, booty

Three of Your Favorite Hobbies: reading, writing, music

Three Things You Want Really Badly Right Now: a new job, another tattoo, an Italian cheeseburger from The Chicken Shack

Three People You Would Like to See Do This: Buford, Jameil, any other person who reads my blog

Three Non-Physical Things About the Opposite Sex: sense of humor, personality, bank account (listen gas is still flirting with $2. I might need you to help a brotha out when that gas light comes on)

Three Favorite T.V. Shows: 24, The Office, My Name Is Earl

Three Songs that you have listened to while completing this meme: None. I did this at work.