The effect of a good woman

OK, so I've decdied to move to Atlanta, GA to be with my lil girl and girlfriend, pursue the goal of marriage, and start raising my family sort of speak. However, I'm going on a whim. The job I thought I was going to have did not come through (Preciate that SCAD), and I'm moving in with a frat brother. I'm leaving because I know its simply time to go, I busted my ass for the 5 years getting my degree, then continued busting my ass to acquire two more certifications, one I paid for out of my own pocket (A+ certification, 2 part test, each part $168). I bought my car, and acquired my own insurance, tags, title, and every other bell and wistle is signed to me. Not mama's insurance, aint no situation if my grades drop, mama taking the car...THIS IS MY SHIT!!!!!! (sorry, had to stroke my ego I worked so hard for). Everything is setup, there is no reason not to go, except the fact that I don't have a job lined up which I'm shook about because there is no continuous flow of income, and we are in a recession, I heard ATL is a lil rough right now. However, I've spoke with amazing women recently. I have a co worker that I pretty much told my life story to, and she seemed so interested, and in so many words she said, "nigga quit tripping, you've been through worst and pulled yourself out." Any female friend I've had has said the same thing. My amazing girlfirend expresses time and time again that she'll be there, by my side, and everything will work out for the better. Maybe because I'm a mama's boy that it feels better hearing that from a womens' voice. The say every woman wants to be lead by a man who knows were he's going, and behind every great man, there is a great woman. I want mine standing next to me so she can see everything I see from the same angle and same perspective as we fly far beyond the stars to a place were the happieness is infinte, and being content is only on Monday morning. I want my lil girl to make palets across our legs, and pillows with our arms so when she wakes one eye sees my smile, the other sees her moms, and three smiles can intertwin into a homogenous mixture of glee for the simple fact that that woman stayed by my side.

The Life of A Technology Support Professional

To Good to be true

- Technology has made everyday life so convenient that the fundamental mind is almost deceased. The spell check has created such a novice manner to write a scholarly paper, one forgets the bare essentials in English language. The spell check creates extreme efficiency in spelling with use of the spell check, programmed synonyms and thesauruses create an illusion of a writer with such a wide vocabulary, and the copy and paste tool allows us to do it in such a timely manner. Nobody will admit it, but Microsoft Word writes 30% - 50% of the common college student’s assignments upon correcting our grammatical mistakes, and pointing out diction malfunctions. One would be shocked an up hauled to compare a persons piece of writing printed from a HP laser jet printer composed in word 2007, and the same exact subject of writing composed using an old fashion wider ruled paper and number two pencil.

High Expectations

- We often get complaints from those that think technology makes the world turn ( and in a sense it does), however, people don’t understand one important fact. Technology is stupid; it only does what you tell it to do, and even then it doesn’t speak English, you have to learn how to talk to it. Advancements in technology have happened so quickly in history, the common person doesn’t take into consideration proper protocol of investigating technology issues, its always expected to be easier then what it seems. We often hear people use the phrase, “well can’t you just….” or “this doesn’t make since, there has got to be a way to just….” No one likes to face that fact that there are certain issues that even using technology some things may be hard to do. Situations are blown out of proportion when having to tell someone, “Sir I’m sorry, I can’t give you privileges to change this calendar, you’ll have to talk to…” or “I’m sorry sir, because the server has to take time update you won’t be able to access your email until tomorrow.” Our dependency on technology has come to a point were we don’t think about what other options we have in completing our daily task. There has always been more then one way to skin a cat. If you’re email did not work what would you do? Most would pick up a phone and call. Before you had an electronic calendar how were appointments made? Usually by sticky notes, and verbally communicating with personnel.

Reading is fundamental

- A lot of clients who call the helpdesk panic automatically upon witnessing unfamiliar content. Even the person that asked my opinion on this article became startled when receiving the automatic reply from the technology support email account. The reply message simply states that your email has been received, and nothing more. Due to the fact that this is so unfamiliar, the interviewee calls back asking details of what issues persist. Obviously there isn’t an issue, just an informative email, but since this is something that has never been encountered, a small amount of panic occurs. That is the most miniscule of examples. Honestly, so many people have fallen victim to technology convenience that people actually don’t take time to read and follow instructions. As much as our society has grown to depend on technology, we are also scared of it, because the moment one looses a file, the whole day is down the drain. So instead of following the instructions that are prompted, they will call the helpdesk, and we remote into their machines and literally read the prompt to them and ask the client to do what the instructions say. This creates the situation of a parent and child. The child needs to use a public restroom, but scared to walk in to the rest room by themselves. So the parent walks in along side, and simply sits and waits for the child to finish. The difference is, were not working with children.

Why?

So, I've come to the realization that I'm graduating in May, wit a degree in Electronics Engineering tech, minor in Computer Science, something that has nothing to do wit poetry. I question my dedication to this for the simple fact that I know its not my career, and between my lil lady, ma major lady, and my career I don't know if anything else is that important right now...but I hear some song that is playing on a homeboy's playlist...It makes me think about this piece I wrote a while back....


Why?
There’s no more motivation,
There’s obviously no more inspiration,
There are no more positive influences,
And in the end all my thoughts are left in ruins.
So Why?
Why do I even write anymore?

Why should I record,
and allow immature brains to be bored.
Like I can afford
To be ignored
Because of ya brains bullshit overload, and no real shit can be stored.
Cause I’m not a DJ turn rapper, or a rapper turn singer,
You ain't gotta lean an rock, I’m satisfied if ya snap ya fingers.
See in today’s industry, these record executives could’t market me,
Cause I’m not gonna be what you want me to be.
Fuck you! I ain't gotta talk about guns, I shoot you these…(middle fingers up)
I’m not about to cut my soul and bleed with adrenaline,
And allow you make millions,
Then blame me for the negative influence on the children.
Which to me is stupid, cause I am a parent, and if a parent had a parent’s mentality
Then you would focus on teaching ya kids the differences in TV and reality,
But nowadays when today’s parents’ see their baby boy high as kite,
They blame one of these rappers that ain't never seen they baby boy in his life.
So when the baby girl learns to "pop lock and drop it" with style,
They start pointing fingers and don’t think about how the television is raising their child.
That’s just too many complications.
It’s a lose-lose situation.

There’s really no more motivation,
Obviously no more inspiration,
There are no more positive influences,
And in the end all my thoughts are left in ruins.
So Why?
Why do I even write anymore?

The Answer
See its one thing to consult with my the brethren,
And I’m no reverend,
But I wrap my fingers around this mic and the whole worlds in my possession.
And my intelligence isn’t better than
Most,
So I don’t boast,
In fact I welcome ya scholarly suggestions,
Even a genius ask his questions,
And my IQ
Isn’t as high as the magnum
Kum Laude graduate, but streets smarts are unattainable in the classroom.
From elementary school to college,
One can acquire more knowledge,
Than can be measured on the Escalade meter that measures mileage.
But my style is to display it,
See its one thing to read and interpret information in different ways, but how well can you say it.
The media says what they want you know, and show what they want you to see,
And probably hate people who put puzzle pieces together like me.
I know I’m not the only one that notice the piles and piles of shit
Degrading Michael Vick,
compared to the little bit
About the Jena Six.
See my soul plummets,
To the bottom of my stomach,
And all dumb whores and government,
Run quick,
I’m allergic to dumb shit.
So I get sick
And I vomit,
Naked truth in various phases,
Statistics say black people catching all the diseases, I hope intelligence is contagious.
Honestly I’m not a racist,
But I’m not an actor,
Acting like I don’t know the factors,
Personally I’d listen to me before I’d listen to the corporate cracker.
Because I know our tactics,
Aren’t compatible with the normal corporate Americas,
But obviously, it’s not enough people telling us.
Or helping us,
I know God isn’t a black racist
But I take this
Visual picture and know that He made this for me.
Then I recognize this God-given talent, and I can see why he gave it to me.
Fuck The Money!!!
Fuck The Fame!!!
Pussy Come a Dime A Dozen!!!
Some Times This Shit Just Needs To Be Heard!!!!
…..That’s why I continue to write…..

Raising the Family

Today is my last day at my job in the mall, its Saturday, and all the wholesome families are in the mall together enjoying family time...This also means that PDA is involved (Public Display of Asskicking)...My daughter is 1 years old now...she's getting to the point were she is curious and getting into stuff...Can't be mad, this expands the imagination and heightens senses...It's also getting to the point were she is learning so much and comprehending what's right and what's wrong...This leads me into the subject of discpline...displineing the child that is...My girlfriend and I have two completely different outlooks on this matter. She said she was never physically disciplined that tough growing up, on the contrary I was...All it took for my girl was pulling hair and time out...I, again, got my ass kicked...and I feel it was very necessary...Hated it at the time, but love it now...I feel like at this moment, I'll let the lady implement her tactics, but I kinda know, it will get to a point were she'll understand me, and we'll see eye to eye

then Again...

Have to admit, when she is that cute...it is pretty hard to "discipline" her...

Epiphany

I've just finished reading the novel, Coming of Age in Mississippi, written by Anne Moody (pictured to the left)...Considering I'm a technology major, it really annoys the hell outta me to know that I have to put in so much work for this History class that is not going to help me with employment in the future...and reading this book was part of my History assignment...now I have to eat those words up...Don't get me wrong, "reading is fundamental", but honestly, if it didn't involve computers or electricity in any manner, than dammit I'm just not interested...usually...I finish the book in about a week, considering 18 credit hours of school, and 33 hours of employment per week...The moment I opened it, I really couldn't close it...The book focuses on racial issues in the deep south during the 50's and 60's...not even being racially radical, but the book was just suspenseful, dramatic, and touching...The whole damn history class has be generally interesting, though I don't wanna admit it, I like the damn class...I've learned so much, and enjoy excelling in it...the book made me wanna admit it to myself. I'm curious to know more about Anne Moody...Its been said she chooses not to take any pictures, conduct any interviews, or get involved with the media in any way...this is one of the only two pics you'll probably find of her, and the clearest. I wonder why she secludes herself so seriously. One can assume a conclusive reason based upon information in her book, but the setting of the book is 50+ years ago, you would think she would let some stuff go...There is information that I'm unaware of affecting the situation, which makes me curious and want to know and learn more...Which is why I like the class and the book, like I'm caught in a nerd trap, and can't get out...lol

This Just In

Yo, I just heard Lil Wayne is going rock and not doing Hip Hop anymore...I got mixed feelings about this...The way the Hip Hop game is right now, I can understand not wanting to be apart of it...even my interest in Hip Hop has slimmed down from what it use to be...but to be one of the best lyrically (whether respected or not, that cannot be denied), in the game right now, and going rock and stopping Hip Hop...I'm really hoping this is a rumor...First you kind of turning ya back on the people that made you who you are anyway...lets face it, if he wasn't popular among the coloreds he probably wouldn't have attracted so much caucasian attention...The last person this issued catered to was Michael Jackson, and we see what happened after that...I think Katt Williams would back me up on this one...I thought the rock star image was a trendy fad like the Snap music era...But I guess after the sex, drugs (syrup), and rock and roll, etc. that's what happens, people become rock starts...anybody been watch celebrity rehab lately, you seen Steven Adler from Guns and Roses, the group that invented sex, drugs, rock and roll...um...yea...what can ya say...you live and you learn...