tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84622122011-04-21T20:33:59.609-04:00<b><i>I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.</b></i> (Joan Didion)Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.comBlogger1751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1122981011481106452005-08-01T23:01:00.000-04:002005-08-02T07:12:49.470-04:00

You will follow me to my new spot. Here is where you will find my archives for the past 10-plus months. I've loved it here at Blogger. But, as with real life, it's time to move on.I want you all to come with me. Just email me at wetbiscuits@yahoo.com for the new address. Hope to see you all in the new neighborhood. And thank you to Blogger, for without it, I would never have had the opportunity

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1122312125945675732005-07-25T12:27:00.000-04:002005-07-28T16:20:47.650-04:00

In line with Kelvin's post for today, I've decided to take out a few moments and let you know some of the things I learned over the weekend, except that the things I learned were mostly blog-related. From friends I know to friends I hope to meet one day soon, it was quite an eventful weekend for yours truly...thus proving without a shadow of a doubt, an old dog (that would be me for those keeping

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1120927814923798432005-07-20T19:36:00.000-04:002005-07-20T20:21:24.236-04:00

Somewhere, in the recesses of lower Manhattan, south of Houston Street, past the Gray's Papaya and not too far from one of the many Gap stores in the area, if you listen closely enough, you can hear it. If you press your ear close enough to the pavement outside of your place of residence, if you turn off all engines and fans and air conditioners and kitchen appliances... you can hear it, I swear.

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1121790187501136282005-07-19T11:47:00.000-04:002005-07-19T14:45:03.526-04:00

Wait... you haven't heard? Shiiiii...you better buy a clue. Quickly. I am a groove, slightly transformed... just a bit of a break from the norm. I'm the livin' that's easy with the good-looking mama. I am what this season is... and this season is...The Summer of Will.That's right. From June to September, everything cool, hip and happening...is going on under my watch. I've given up on trying to

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1121660976812063732005-07-17T12:15:00.000-04:002005-07-18T02:37:06.003-04:00

**Soundtrack: Make It Happen, Emotions, Mariah Carey**Intro--Stanza 1I've got music on my menu on this lazy Sunday. (Wait, should I say that in drunken rhyme form like Boris did in Brown Sugar? LOL) So I'm online reading my most favorite online magazine in the world (big, big shout out to him and her...love their creativity, their vision...and I'm not just saying that because I write for them...

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1121271614304441162005-07-15T08:00:00.000-04:002005-07-15T14:13:26.110-04:00

The Sugar Water FestivalTuesday, July 12, 2005 Jones Beach Ampitheater, Wantagh, NY(left to right) Erykah Badu, Queen Latifah, Jill Scott Just A TasteSweet music. That's what I was expecting with the name of the tour being The Sugar Water Festival. I was expecting music that would satisfy my soul's sweet tooth, music that would give me energy...give me a rush. The lineup demanded as much, with R&

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[Cue the sun...]Scene 1 Act 1:Sun enters...rising over Brooklyn...Scene 2 Act 1:...shines over Long Island...Scene 2 Act 2:...and over Miami...Scene 2 Act 3:...and Tribeca...Scene 3 Act 1:...checks out its reflection...Scene 4 Act 1:...before resting and renewing itself for the next day's shine...[Scene]

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1121106211453542352005-07-11T14:15:00.000-04:002005-07-11T14:38:56.633-04:00

Sigh...it's one of those Mondays. Blogger is trippin' today and wiped out my Baker's Dozen. So I took the easy way out and stole this from my lil sis Chris. lolTo echo Golden, Happy Fuggin' Monday...lawd.i am not: ashamed of anything I've done in my life, but grateful for the lessonsi hurt: when i think of anyone who goes through sufferingi love: my familyi hate: people who cannot and will not

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1120950594413131932005-07-09T19:09:00.000-04:002005-07-12T14:00:00.870-04:00

R & B Defined... At first, when I heard the news on that first day of July, I said I wasn't going to create a post. I mean really...what could I say that no one else would? In my ever-churning brain, I always look for ways to be different, to get my point across in a way that will affect people.I had nothing.Then, as the week went on, I read so many tributes, including here, here, here and here,

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1120780494846814882005-07-07T19:42:00.000-04:002005-07-07T21:49:06.336-04:00

For most of you, this is just the week of the 4th of July, the week when "other" people celebrate their independence. But for me, I can't think of that week, that day, without going back to thoughts that will forever be shackled on my mind. There are two instances from back in the day when I was young, independent of one another, both with extraordinary visuals.They always come to mind on that

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1120667398292448112005-07-06T12:29:00.000-04:002005-07-06T13:59:20.316-04:00

...Somebody's gotta do it... That's me. Looking up at the sunshine on a gorgeous summer day. Looking up at the clouds as they divide and multiply. Looking up at the rain as it all falls down like a crazy-azz Lauryn Hill song. Looking up at my successes and failures with equal attention. Looking up and being thankful for both, looking up for the next lesson I'll be taught, making sure the sky

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1120046424820508332005-06-29T07:38:00.000-04:002005-06-29T13:39:36.096-04:00

The best and the brightest of black entertainment. That's what we were promised. This coming from BET, home of College Hill and a group named Fatty Koo. Sigh. So needless to say, I wasn't ready. Sure I was ready to smirk, yawn and skewer the night's festivities, all from the comfort of my living room--Red Stripe in one hand, remote in the other.However, I truly wasn't prepared for what I was

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1119880805151000592005-06-27T09:48:00.000-04:002005-06-27T11:45:24.803-04:00

For some reason, that song always reminds me of her. My one time love, my 'woulda-coulda-shoulda', my "if." She could be classified as the one that got away; but then I remember that song...and remember that she's really not.Everything that happened... happened for a reason.That Zhane song, "For A Reason," which I have burned on my hard drive here at work, takes me back to the summer of the year

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1119481352079044282005-06-24T15:35:00.000-04:002005-06-24T16:07:58.223-04:00

Thirteen... in the ninth grade. A year younger than everybody else. Barely 5 foot 2. A year shorter, too. First time taking the train alone. It may have been the other side of Queens, but it felt like a world away. First time outside of the circle of friends that followed one another through elementary and middle school. First time out of the comfort zone that was the neighborhood.There were a

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1119543893977037842005-06-23T10:24:00.000-04:002005-06-23T13:39:14.586-04:00

If this were a sitcom, after the first four episodes, it would've been in danger of being cancelled. That's how brutal and unfunny, how random and sporadic it was. The ratings said so. But then, like Seinfeld, it seemed the sitcom found its legs in Episode 5, hitting on all cylinders, pulling in fans and settling in for a long run.And just like Seinfeld--which was funny because it was a "show

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1119372725219806742005-06-21T12:48:00.000-04:002005-06-21T12:52:42.123-04:00

YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM NEW YORK WHEN...YOU'RE 35 YEARS OLD AND DON'T HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE.YOU RIDE IN A SUBWAY CAR WITH NO AIR CONDITIONING JUST BECAUSE THERE ARE SEATS AVAILABLE.YOU TAKE THE TRAIN HOME AND YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE ON THE PLATFORM THE DOORS WILL OPEN THAT WILL LEAVE YOU RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE EXIT STAIRWAY.YOU KNOW WHAT A "REGULAR" COFFEE IS.IT'S NOT MANHATTAN; IT'S THE "CITY."

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1119285264639110422005-06-20T11:51:00.000-04:002005-06-20T17:02:53.333-04:00

Remember the show, The Greatest American Hero? Wait...you don't? Well, here is how TV.com described the show *shaking head already*:A special-ed teacher, an FBI agent, and a UFO? That's right, you've guessed it------- The Greatest American Hero. This show was first aired in 1981, and was both a comedy and a drama. A special "power suit" that only works on him is given to the teacher by the aliens

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1118921715050217302005-06-15T21:34:00.000-04:002005-06-17T07:31:12.046-04:00

"BLOGS FROM THE BEACH"--DAY FOUR, WEDNESDAY 9:28PMOpening Night at the 2005 BEEP Leadership Conference. The Cotillion Ballroom inside the Eden Roc is abuzz. For just as Sammy and Frank and Dean and Lucy and Ricky carried on traditions here at the hotel, here we are...ready to carry on a BEEP tradition that's been in existence for the past 36 years. Ready to "roll out" the welcome mat to all

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1118889872996763032005-06-14T23:41:00.000-04:002005-06-15T22:45:56.186-04:00

"BLOGS FROM THE BEACH"--DAY THREE, TUESDAY 11:41PMHere we go. It's conference time. Everything is prepared, signed, sealed, and delivered to Miami Beach and ready to get started. The actual conference begins on Wednesday, but people have begun to arrive on Tuesday night.And they put me in charge of the students. Oy.And this is no easy task. I'd rather be in charge of changing diapers at a

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1118834853077736852005-06-13T20:58:00.000-04:002005-06-15T07:48:34.143-04:00

"BLOGS FROM THE BEACH"--DAY TWO, MONDAY 8:56PMAquatica. No, she's not my around the way girl. But over the past eighteen months, she's been my haven, my oasis, my retreat...my source of many a Red Stripe and mojito. Yup, that's right, Aquatica is all that and a plate of bread. She's the kind that makes you tear up when it's time for you to leave. She knows, without a doubt, the best way to a

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1118750974350689592005-06-13T08:05:00.000-04:002005-06-14T08:10:32.403-04:00

Heyyyyyy...As I get settled in, I will let the photos speak for me. LOLEnjoy...bitches.The view from my room... The first of many...lol Look for me!

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"BLOGS FROM THE BEACH"--DAY ONE, SUNDAY 3PMAhhh...Miami.It's soooo good to be back. It feels like it's just like I left it last year. Like seriously, nothing has changed. Same hot weather. Same gorgeous hotel. Same thankless job. (And yes, I love it.) Back on Miami Beach for this year's BEEP conference, held at the splendiferous Eden Roc Resort & Spa (seriously, if you're EVER on Miami Beach, you

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1118520622670277442005-06-11T15:47:00.000-04:002005-06-11T17:25:52.286-04:00

A little over a month ago, I took a supposed break a.k.a. "hiatus" from blogging. I was still around, lurking as only I can do (LOL), but wasn't able to give my best due to a conference I've been prepping for. As all of you know, I couldn't stay away and was soon back. My shit still wasn't tight, but it was just too hard to stay away from my one true love--writing.Well, tomorrow, I'm off to Miami

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1118341618153912282005-06-09T14:16:00.000-04:002005-06-09T14:34:30.773-04:00

Ingredients to a Father's Day mealThat was his meal. No matter where we went, the cooler would be full of sardines and Yoo-hoo. For him. I couldn't stand the smell, let alone the taste of those small fish that came lined up for the slaughter in a small can, opened with a key. The whole ritual reminded me on some sort of Death Row for fish.But that meal was, in fact, the key to our relationship.

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1118235440434279522005-06-08T08:24:00.000-04:002005-06-08T11:24:36.036-04:00

It's the reason.The back and forth, the clear cut delineation between winner and loser, the action, the camaraderie, the strategy, the adjustments, the speed, the passion, the precision, the concentration, the rhythm, the sweet science of it all. It's the resason we keep watching. It's why we try our hand at it whenever we get the chance. It's why we emulate and imitate, why we practice, why we

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1117804357639254092005-06-03T09:12:00.000-04:002005-06-03T11:32:02.390-04:00

A Friday Face-to-Face...with Myself After living with myself for 34 years, I've finally figured out that I'm THAT guy...lemme explain.I'm the guy who seemingly has it all together, when in reality, life scares me just as much as the next person... I'm that guy that sometimes has communication issues, due mostly to growing up in a home with a tremendous generation gap and siblings that were grown

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1117671869787313372005-06-01T19:49:00.000-04:002005-06-02T09:44:31.983-04:00

I believe that while love does suck, the lessons you learn while experiencing it are priceless.I believe that humbleness is NOT a word, no matter what my good friend Nikki and her wedding planners say. *smh*I believe that, like the old Naughty by Nature song, DC bloggers are the craziest!!! (have you SEEN those pics?!?!? Oh wait...no...no, you haven't...LOL)I believe that, with all due respect

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1117575100236674072005-05-31T16:47:00.000-04:002005-05-31T18:17:33.136-04:00

*Sigh* EJ has tagged me yet again with a MEME...this one's on music. And I will comply. However, before I go anutha furtha, lemme just say from henceforth and forevermore:***I HEREBY DENOUNCE ALL MEMES AND, GOING FORWARD, WILL RETURN THEM TO THEIR SENDERS EMPHATICALLY AND WITHOUT FEAR OF RETRIBUTION!!! FROM THIS POINT ONWARD, I WILL NEVER RESPOND TO ANOTHER TAG, FORWARD OR QUERY REGARDING MEMES,

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1117126195041381242005-05-26T11:46:00.000-04:002005-05-26T16:19:30.193-04:00

**Soundtrack: We Got Our Own Thang, Heavy D. & the Boyz, Big Tyme**Wow, these High 5ives have been MIA as I've been prepping to go to, ummm, MIA. A lot has been going on over the past few months. Life decisions, family matters, work crap...name it, I've been going through it. Thus, the hiatus. But, as with everyone else, I just couldn't stay away for long. With that said, I'm due a random ass

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1116962854476718402005-05-25T09:25:00.000-04:002005-05-25T09:32:39.520-04:00

Never before has one show had such a history. Thirty-four years. THIRTY-FOUR!!! And over the course of those three-plus decades, we've seen the good (the artists/dancers), the bad (the outfits/hairstyles) and the ugly (the last three hosts/the lip synching). It's been a wild ride, for sure. And throughout it all, the one consistent track that has kept people aboard the train has been the need.

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1116936066197748082005-05-24T07:37:00.000-04:002005-05-24T08:01:06.230-04:00

OK, I got tagged by EJ Da DJ, and am NOT one to shrink from a meme, so below, please find 10 of my favorite things in no particular order:1. Family (it's been a rough year, and now Father's Day is just weeks away...*smh*)2. Writing (duh!)3. Red Stripe (It's BEER!!! LOL)4. Music (as you can probably tell from all the musical posts I've done over the past few months)5. Food (italian is my

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1116503388596250912005-05-19T07:15:00.000-04:002005-05-19T07:50:50.276-04:00

The guest of honor had her songs all picked out. She started off with a nod to A-Town (Alabama...lol) with Usher's "Yeah!", then turned it up a notch with Prince's "Adore" and, after a seemingly endless parade of songs and stylings, wrapped up the evening with what has become her anthem, Salt N Pepa's "Push It."There we all were...co-workers, colleagues, friends...in the same spot as before.

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1116420457351800862005-05-18T08:19:00.000-04:002005-05-18T09:57:58.553-04:00

Sigh.Excuse me as I get misty for a moment. It happens every time I hear the song. You know the one...by the Native Tongues, i.e., De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest and the Jungle Brothers. The one where Monie Love and Queen Latifah make cameos that set the party off. The one that sounds like one of the greatest studio sessions ever.Yup. That's the song. The "Buddy" remix. In my opinion, one of

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1116331577103377802005-05-17T07:24:00.000-04:002005-05-17T13:31:01.583-04:00

...that's all I ask. One more moment to soak it all in, to embrace the smells and the sights. One more opportunity to feel like it used to, when things were stress-free and the most you had to worry about was whether you wanted a bomb pop or an Italian Ice. One more drive through the neighborhood, chatting with people who were like family. All I want is one more.One more great summer. Is that

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1116248337263931152005-05-16T08:57:00.000-04:002005-05-16T08:58:57.273-04:00

I've never been one to believe in the statement that "everything happens for a reason"; that there are no coincidences in life, that everything means something. Blah on that. I mean, you're telling me that COP ROCK happened for a reason?!?!? Ben Affleck becoming a star is more than mere coincidence?!?!?I'm not buying that. At all.So I've lived my entire life not subscribing to the fact that

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1115812447802796572005-05-11T07:37:00.000-04:002005-05-11T08:26:26.940-04:00

Here it is...The Continuation!In My Write Mind: 'Tracking the Hits, Volume 2 is in effect over byEJ da DJ!!! Check it when you get a chance...More '90s Soundtrack Grooves! (FEEL ME ON THIS!!!) OSW--It's All About the Music! Major shouts to My Write Hand for the help... and of course, to EJ for the opportunity...HAPPY WEDNESDAY, E'RYBODY! OH, AND I SEE YOU, ATLANTA! (*me thinks a Red Stripe or

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1098373553333990552005-05-06T08:00:00.000-04:002005-05-06T08:06:24.050-04:00

***From the IMWM ARCHIVES...originally written May 2004***That sweater...it was an oversized contraption bought on sale at Alexander's a month earlier as part of a back-to-school package that included notebooks, glue and some shiny Alexander's Air Wack tennis shoes.The wool that formed the turtle shell around my neck bruised me to the point where it put hickies on my neck like my name was Lil

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1115203549702684732005-05-04T06:36:00.000-04:002005-05-04T06:54:55.233-04:00

I see you, EJ da DJ! I appreciate you, mayne!!! *pounds to my dirty souf partna*This week's OSW...In My Write Mind: 'Tracking the Hits, Volume 1 ...is up and running. Check out these hits from movie soundtracks of the early to mid '90s. Head on over to EJ's spot and bob your head to these joints.***Shouts to My Write Hand for assisting with the compilation!!!It's alllll about the music! Hope you

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1114793153625011012005-04-29T12:38:00.000-04:002005-04-29T14:31:41.006-04:00

I am officially on hiatus.Please check out EJ da DJ's site next Wednesday for the second in a series of three OSW's put together by the IMWM team.Other than that, I will be scarce, relegated to blog-hopping whilst I prepare for my conference in Miami in June. I see you, Wet Willie's!!! LOL Besides, I haven't given you guys any quality content in forever. It's unfair. And that's the last thing I

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1114605106800528092005-04-27T08:26:00.000-04:002005-04-29T12:24:26.130-04:00

Thank you for all of the, ummm, quirky queries...below is my attempt at answering them all.Loaf's on/off girlfriend Siddocious asked:1. What is your favorite non-food aroma?I'd have to say the smell of a freshly-cut lawn. Growing up, that was my main chore: mowing the lawn, and each time I would complete the task, the smell would equate with accomplishment to me, success. To this day, each time

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1114455092937993072005-04-25T14:49:00.000-04:002005-04-25T14:51:32.936-04:00

Heyyyyyy...Happy Monday.If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them of me. I've received some goooood ones so far.*putting this up quickly because I know my write hand is up to something over there...LOL*

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1114428676272480152005-04-25T07:21:00.000-04:002005-04-25T08:55:49.586-04:00

Throughout the annals of history, time and again, there has been documentation of almost everything under the sun, from the swarm of locusts covered in the Old Testament to crickets having babies in Old Town, New Hampshire.Included in that history has been the rise and fall of the Harlem "cat", from the days of the village's Renaissance to today's hip hop (see Cam'ron, Diddy, Mase). It seems that

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1114184734139211812005-04-22T11:05:00.000-04:002005-04-22T13:36:08.863-04:00

It's Friday. And I'm attempting to keep with the musical melange that has been in full force this week...and at the same time accepting the challenge from Sid.Check it out.In life, you gotta have Faith that things will work out for the best. Believe that she doesn't need any one but you. That your love is wonderful. Make it up in your mind that as soon as she gets home, they will do what they

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As you all can probably tell, this week is Music Week at IMWM.Soooooo...in keeping with that theme (I'm a slave to the rhythm, what can I say?), last night was Karaoke Night for some members of the League. We ventured over to Proof (3rd Avenue bet. 19th & 20th Streets in NYC), where the conversation and liquid courage was flowing freely. It was the first time I've gone out with some of these

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My WRITE Side FOR SOME OLD SCHOOL!!!BIG SHOUT to my new friend EJFlavors, who gave me the rare opportunity to program my very own OLD SCHOOL WEDNESDAY (OSW)!!! Talk about blog royalty, this dude is one I checked out since my early days blogging (all of last year...lol), but until I got my new system at work, I couldn't fully enjoy the flavorful mixes he provided on a weekly basis. The cat knows

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it might...

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It's Monday. And fast approaching 80 degrees outside. Enough to make me wanna holler for a) having to work; and b) having a window behind me so I can see how beautiful it is outside and STILL having to work. *sigh*Every time it gets warm out, I start pumping up music like never before. While checking out the Music Choice channel (which, by the way, is the best invention this side of the Foreman

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Ladies and Gentlemen...Meet Xquizzyt1.*Note: I'm not gonna say I was forced to do this, but since her "friends" Rhapsodi and Ms. Thing didn't see fit to do it even though she did glowing posts dedicated to each of them, guess who got drafted for the job? Those of you who said Will...are correct. Add in the fact that she's my blog fiancee and lawd, did I really stand a chance NOT to draw the short

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The dry throat. The deer in the headlights look. The sweaty palms. T.D.S.Those are all signs. All indicators. Those are all me...whenever people ask me to sing. Don't get me wrong. I love to sing. And I know that I'm more off-key than a pubescent Peter Brady. And I'm fine with that. Really, I am. It's when you're talking to someone, having a great conversation even, and then you ask: Have you

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"Falling in love ain't shit...somebody talk to me please about how to stay there."--Savon Garrison, Love JonesI was reading the lyrics to the REO Speedwagon song, "Can't Fight This Feeling." I've always liked that song. But I always thought it was a song about the loss of self-control, about emotions gone bezerk, about right versus wrong.Boy, was I wrong.It's not about that at all. It's about

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I know. I miss him. And every time I see you, I think about him.You were always there. Solitary, yet so accommodating. You never asked for much. I respected your strength, your presence. I still do. The way you still stand bravely in the face of the elements after all these years. Never wavering. I look in your face and see stability. You're like a rock.You were around since before I was born.

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OK, OK. X called me out.And since she was brave enough to tell about her curious crushes (although the only one that was truly curious was Ced), I, too, will come clean with some of mine.So, without further ado, here are some of my questionable crushes from over the years...with explanations, of course. LOL1. Tonya PinkinsNo. She's not exactly beautiful. I mean, she's cute. Not beautiful. I know

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Wow. Thanks to everyone for the comments on Part One. Some thought I forgot certain soundtracks, but rest assured, I didn't. I just didn't want that post to be of Titanic-length. I swear, I took a nap during that movie, woke up, and the boat STILL hadn't sunk. Yeesh.Anyways, here's 5 mo' soundtracks that I've enjoyed over the years--and why. Also, please note that I didn't list any soundtracks

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There will always be songs that you remember, that stand out in your mind and make you hum along even when it's not playing, that cause you to flash back to where you were when you first heard it, or tie some event to the song like that's its personal soundtrack.That's the sole purpose of movie soundtracks--to hopefully capture you in the moment conveyed on screen, to underscore the poignancy of

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Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Kenny*.He was part of the crew from back in the day, the tallest member of the original group of five that used to own the basketball courts at Cambria Park in Queens. Standing at 6 foot 2, he had an awkward gait (due to his size 15 shoe) and suspicious odor that engulfed his pre-teen frame.He was tall, dark and somewhat handsome, with curly hair and a chestnut

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After the past few months, after days where America has endured so much loss, you just need to vent a little. After losing two of this nation's strongest voices, you need to talk to no one in particular, say some things that may have been sticking in your craw; make a few statements that otherwise wouldn't come to the surface.Sometimes...after losing two strong public figures, you just gotta

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He was due to turn two years old the next day. Two. The year deemed "terrible" by experts, the year toddlers develop their personalities independent of their parents. If the experts are correct, then he is "two" much.Personality? In aces. More charm than most adults. He can get his way. This is the same little boy, at one and three quarters years old, who attempted to show me how to dance to the

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Rest in PeaceJohnnie L. Cochran, Jr.1937 - 2005 Please read a wonderful tribute to the acclaimed attorney here.

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Dr. Cornel West, Hue Man Book Store, Harlem, USA March 28, 2005 

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Simply Adorable... 

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New York City weather is the absolute pits. So why do I never want to leave here? Sigh...Sometimes, when I'm reading your blogs, I get so caught up in your lives, I feel like I really know you. (I know, I know...I'm an idiot)...I guess it's the break in the weather, or people doing actual work, or boredom, but does it seem like everybody's leaving the blog world at the same time like some broke

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It's almost that time of year.Almost time for a stretch of the body, almost time to take deeper breaths. It's just about time to readjust our eyesight and start making after work plans. It's nearly time for earlier sunrises and seemingly longer days. It's almost time to shed winter coats and skull caps in exchange for leather jackets and baseball caps.In the coming weeks, it will be time to clean

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OK. By a show of hands, how many saw the under-hyped, seemingly non-relevant broadcast of the 19th Annual Soul Train Awards on Saturday night?Anyone?Anyone?Yeah, didn't think so. In fact, for the past seven years or so, it's been soooo easy to miss this awards show, one produced by us for us. Ever since Biggie got shot, there has been no real promotion of the annual show that celebrates the best

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**Soundtrack: Taxi, Tweet, It's Me Again**Wow...it's been a minute since I've done a normal blog post. LOL So here I sit on a Friday afternoon, watching the time tick-tock by. Tonight, I go see Amel Larrieux at The Blue Note in the Village. Details over here. And I may FINALLY get to sit at home this weekend, watch some college basketball and the still-in-the-wrapper Fat Albert cartoon DVD that

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Still in Commercial BreakNext up on an all new Making the Band 3: Diddy pulls out all the stops and has his choreographer teach all the girls...how to cook breakfast food.Diddy: "You just never know when you're gonna be in Belgium, with over 20,000 people watching your every move...and somebody wants you to cook some waffles. *pause* Yeah, n*ggas, I said waffles. Hell, it's Belgium. I could want

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*rolling cameras*Promo: Coming up...on PUNK'D! Ashton and the crew go to Memphis, Tennessee for their latest Punk'd adventure. Find out what happens when a friendly game of Laser Tag turns into a trip to the Punk-kin patch.*Cue Punk'd theme music*Ashton *into camera 1*: "Hey, peoples. Today...we're doing it country-style, live and direct from good ole Memphis, Tennessee--home of Elvis Presley,

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...so while I'm gone, please go check out THE FLOW MAGAZINE. It's back and better than ever! Shout out to Tionne and Lisa. It looks GREAT!!! And special shout to Elle for putting me on.My contribution for this month is a tribute to the late, great Notorious B.I.G.THE FLOW, baby! THE FLOW!!!Be back on Thursday...Memphis says Hello. LOLPeace.

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PULSEThat's what I remember about that evening--taking my pulse. Making sure I was still alive. I worried about it then, but only because never before had a woman excited me this way. Never before had a woman literally incited me to chorus, making me scream her name in three-part harmony. Never before had streams of tears been part of my experience, me being not upset at what I was experiencing

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WILL SALUTES WOMENPart II--Risin' to the TopDear Tyra:Hey there. It's Will. We met about ten years ago when you did that in-store appearance at the Super K-Mart over by the Garden. Thanks for signing my poster that day. You made a 23-year old verrrrrry happy. Sigh. *reminiscing* Oh. Sorry. What was I saying? Ah yes. The point of this letter.I've come to praise you, Tyra, not bury you.I know, I

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"...the greatest Rapper alive died on March 9th..."*R.I.P. BIG POPPA*Christopher Wallace1973 - 1997

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Shelby County, Memphis, Tennessee. That's where we were the last week in February, part of a week that also saw me in Houston, Texas. That's where we were on a crisp, cold, clear Friday near the end of winter; there on a mission from our president to spread a message of empowerment to a community that would actually settle for some engagement.It seemed like a long ride, but it really wasn't. What

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I believe that my job makes me too tired to have much of a social life.I believe that my time in Harlem is drawing to a end.I believe that blogging is, by far, the best way to vent this side of smashing windshields and slashing tires.I believe that I've probably passed fellow bloggers in the streets of the various states to which I've traveled.I believe that my mother makes the best fried chicken

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Click HERE to see the continuing saga of the bloggers as they keep it "surreal."Only TWO episodes remain. DON'T MISS OUT!!!!

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Jill Scott at Radio City Music Hall Friday, March 4thPosted by Hello

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***As you know, March is Women's History Month. Throughout this month, please look out for open letters that celebrate the female. This is the first of a series.***WILL SALUTES WOMENPart One--The Fact Is...Dear Jill:It's me. Will. We met last year in Los Angeles during the Artist Empowerment Coalition Luncheon at the Beverly Hilton. Do you remember? I hope so. Because what I said to you then, I

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Previously...On The Surreal Life: Bloggers Edition......All seven bloggers are drunk off their asses. They were safe because their driver was behind the wheel. But wouldn't you know it. Brown Shuga couldn't leave well enough alone. She decided to stand up in the sunroof and take her top off, while the limo was driving along. Not only that, but she challenged the other women to do it too. The men

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It's Wednesday. I'm tired from work. So I'm taking a few minutes out for a 100 Things List, which is seemingly some sort of blog initiation. Go figure.Be forewarned that I might jump all over the place...Here we go:1. My name is William. Not Bill or Willie.2. I was born in Harlem Hospital in the summer of '71.3. Yes, I'm 33 years old.4. I like saying the word Yeesh.5. I'm a writer.6. I'm in the

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I used to love Wednesdays.I worked as a payroll clerk for the NYPD Highway District. My officemate was Officer John DiSiena, a kindhearted older man in his late 40s who knew how to tell bad jokes, carried the oldest gun known to mankind and, for a side hustle, detailed cars. He was the best. It was during the fall of 1993, a year before I moved to Los Angeles and soon after graduating, that the

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COMING THIS WEEK...Episode FIVE of The Surreal Life--Bloggers Edition.Catch up on previous episodes. Put the DVD on back-order and get it before the rest of your friends!Get cool posters of Panama Sexxy as Michael Evans and Christen as Penny! Sign up to take a tour of Brutha Code's taco meat! Watch Brown Shuga as she, ummm, errrr, watches others get their freak on! See Will and Kajuana's Surreal

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This was a turning point in my life...It`s a long story. Hell, it was a long weekend. One that left me soaking in memories that still walk with me to this day.To make it short and wet, I was 17 & thought I was "ready to love" like an India.Arie song. It was with a girl that I spoke to on the phone and saw occasionally. I wanted to take a long walk with her as if she was Jill Scott, because of her

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Ladies and Gentlemen, blame this post on Diggs. My funny Valentine asked about bad dates from the past, and would I be any kinda Valentine if I didn't share one of mine? I thought not. So here goes. Something I like to call...BUGGIN' OUT!*cue Psycho music*Met this girl at a club, which is rare since I hardly ever approach women. But she was as fine as she wanna be. I mean gorgeous. We exchanged

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The Lay-tees!!! They may say En Vogue. The way they bowled says En Trouble. LOLPosted by Will

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Singing striking a posePosted by Will

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Another victim of the Canon...LOLPosted by Will

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Too slow...I win! LOLPosted by Will

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My Best Friend Sam...I didn't know they'd run out or I would've sipped you slower...sigh.Posted by Homer Simpson

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Foreground: Xquizzyt1 / Background: GoldenPosted by Will

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Foreground: Singing / Background: YoliePosted by Will

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**Soundtrack: Bring 'Em Out, T.I., Urban Legend**What to say, what to say. It was a very nice weekend. Got a chance to meet and greet some bloggers on Saturday when we met up and went bowling at *ahem* Leisure Time Lanes at the Port Authority Bus Terminal in midtown Manhattan. I went there expecting to see junkies and runaways. Guess I watched Fame a few too many times. LOL But it was nice

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**Soundtrack: Soul Sista, Bilal, 1st Born Second**TGIF!!!NEVER before have I looked forward to a Friday like I have this week. With all that's gone on this week, I'm excited to have a three-day hiatus when I can relax and not think about work. Of course, that all ends on Monday since I have to travel all of next week.I love going to the campuses and interacting with the students and faculty. It's

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For those of you who have been living under a rock (or who actually have lives outside of blogging...LOL), recently seven members of the Blogger community were set up in a cyber-house and placed in situations that only active imaginations could conjure. It's a test of wills (and once Kajuana posts, it may be a test of SAT words, too...LOL) as the bloggers live together and are forced to "keep it

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Satarra Reddish...1981 - 2005 I Love YouPosted by Hello

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I spent most of this past Sunday reveling in the wonderment that was Los Angeles; glowing in the sun and smog-free air and rubbing elbows with higher tax brackets and lifestyles. I spent most of it taking mental pictures of a landscape many dream about, being privileged enough to see the best in the world of music accept awards for excellence.I spent most of the day caught up like an Usher song,

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1108506403107232632005-02-15T17:24:00.000-05:002005-02-15T17:26:43.136-05:00

I am back in the city. Tired as hell. I will post tomorrow after a night's sleep. Damn, I'm getting old. LOLRespect...

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1108257116847000832005-02-12T20:10:00.000-05:002005-02-12T20:11:56.846-05:00

Keep checking back here for updates on my trip to LA for Grammy weekend.

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**Soundtrack--California Love, 2Pac feat. Dr. Dre, Greatest Hits** OK. I'm out. On my way to the left side of the country. Man, I love it out there. So much so that I'm gonna take you all with me. Yup, that's right...for the next four days, you will be with me as I go to Los Angeles for Grammy weekend. I mean, sure it's supposed to rain all four days I'm there. (Didn't they just get past

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1107995915839578232005-02-09T19:23:00.000-05:002005-02-09T19:40:57.740-05:00

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. --Dreams, Langston Hughes It was during an after school session with my English teacher, Mr. Morris, that I first read those words by James Langston Hughes. Always being the shy one, the quiet kid that sat in the middle of the room

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1107808933369460822005-02-08T16:15:00.000-05:002005-02-08T16:14:17.013-05:00

It's a short week for me here at work, so it's been more hectic than usual. Lately, it seems that I've been having more meetings than Jehovah's Witnesses. There's just a lot going on. Between school visits and our upcoming conference, it keeps me here pretty late on the days I'm actually in the office. Over the next few months, I will be travelling to Houston, Memphis, Jackson (TN), Hampton, DC,

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1107538138786570302005-02-04T13:19:00.000-05:002005-02-07T08:16:53.853-05:00

*Soundtrack--Long Gone, Guy, The Future* Shaboo-ya! Sha-Sha-Shaboo-ya/Roll Call Shaboo-ya! Sha-Sha-Shaboo-ya/Roll Call My name is Pops We've reached the top All this Shaboo-ya Has got to stop! That, to me, was the best set of lines uttered during the Spike Lee film chronicling the journey of a caravan of black men to the Million Man March, Get On The Bus. That set of lines being my favorite

Willhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11298195006066679962noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462212.post-1107477091161014662005-02-03T19:22:00.000-05:002005-02-03T19:37:08.496-05:00

It was meant to be a solemn moment of commencement for the newlyweds, both born and raised in Queens. It turned into a bad sitcom. As Musiq's "Love" blared over the dimly lit banquet hall at the JFK Holiday Inn, two of the most awkward people this side of Cosmo Kramer were attempting to dance to their first song as a married couple. If you decide to do them the favor of calling it a dance.

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