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Fa la la la #Fail

I’ve been nursing a lemon pound cake jones by going to Starbucks a bit more often than I’d like.  I know it is not a business that I should patronize with my graduate student funds, but a craving is a craving.  Anyway, I’m standing at the counter listening to the Starbucks employee recite my order [...]

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Forgiving Michael Vick

Last week in my hodgepodge, I mentioned that I needed Michael Vick to score at least 33 points to win my fantasy match-up (because I know you care).  Otherwise, I would look like an idiot for benching Tom Brady, who had already had an impressive day against the Pittsburgh Steelers.  Well, Vick came through for [...]

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The Monday Morning Hodgepodge

Hopped up out the bed, turned my swag on…  And realized that I had a list of things I’ve been meaning to mention here on the blog. Here goes: Now that I’ve conjured Soulja Boy, I must admit that “Speakers Going Hammer” makes me rock out a little bit.  I might love that song. Not [...]

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Roy G. Whiz Redux

One of the greatest phrases I’ve learned in graduate school is “not being bound by the text.”  Essentially, the term serves as a euphemism –and excuse–for not reading the assignment while simultaneously validating whatever jargon-soaked comment(s)  one might offer during class discussion, because the folks who read have had their thinking narrowed by the words [...]

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The Ballot is No Silver Bullet

Dear Diddy, I suppose I am choosing death. In 2008, I voted for the last time.  I will not be voting tomorrow. Two years ago, while many were swept up in the whirlwind of hope and change, I cast what will probably be my last ballot.  I didn’t vote for Obama; I didn’t vote for McCain.  [...]

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Life After Harpo (Run On)

Many years ago, when I was younger, less pessimistic, and even more obnoxious, the local black newspaper decided that I, along with some other black students in the area, was respectable and scholarly enough to feature in its annual round-up of ostensibly intelligent high school seniors.  Someone called a friend and me to the guidance [...]

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WHIP Season–A Rant (or Something)

Autumn is my favorite season, but it has its low points.  Last Monday’s federal holiday, Columbus Day, is the nation-wide bat signal for America to commence with its annual “We Hate Indigenous People” season.  In other words, Columbus Day marks the moment when that United States raises its middle finger to indigenous people, and doesn’t [...]

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Iron(y) Mike

Last week, one of the ways I distracted myself from writing my dissertation was by watching a Funny or Die video of Wayne Brady and Mike Tyson reenacting Bobby Brown’s “Every Little Step.”  It’s no Drunk History, but I suppose the video, the latest incarnation of the “Mike Tyson being funny” genre, is worth a [...]

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Collateral Damage

I don’t know if Eddie Long is gay; I don’t know if these allegations of sexual abuse are true.  I suspect, however, that on some level they are, and that Eddie Long, again  on some level, probably enjoys the (sexual) company of men.  As a rule, I think just about everybody is a little bit [...]

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The Fantasy of Football

A few years ago during a trip to Las Vegas, NV (the only place not named Fort Wayne, Indiana where my father willingly spends the night), I spied Doug Williams in the food court of an outlet mall.  My father, sister, and I were sitting at a table eating crappy fast food when I spotted [...]

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