Muddy Shoes, Profound Words

We put Ryan into the ground yesterday. Something about cemetery mud that sticks in your shoes your clothes and even your hands. Ryan's wife made some profound statements... Statements about lineage and love and continuity. The thing about me, I draw inspiration from all quarters. I was inspired... Profound words from an unlikely source.

Tales of music and such

This weekend I saw a music program about the dangers of hip hop to young people. I was alarmed at the fact that I knew all these things. Far worse than knowing is not caring. It's not that I don't care, but these things have become so ordinary. I mean everyone does backward masking. I know all about coded messages and I know about the devil's chord. My problem is, I am a sound engineer in training and the only people I can learn from are socamen, dubmen, rapsomen everybody except gospelmen. I mean the ups and downs of my story is a tale by itself. It seems that most of the young people got the message, which got me kinda emotional (although nobody knew). People making life changing decisions always get me emotional, I don't know what that is. I'm glad though that I saw the presentation. I still have some music to get rid of. This is like pulling teeth right now. Not that I have pulled any, but people understand the expression. I know me (thank God). One day I will get up and dump all. It's impulsive like that.

Brothers in life and death

The text came to me. Two simple words that hit like a ton. Ryan dead... hmm. Apparently someone walked up to him and pumped nine bullets into him. A few days before I spoke to him and he told me that he was going to change his life. I sincerely hope he did... Mentally that is.. I am both happy and sad that I spoke to him. Happy that my last conversation with him was a positive one, although it was filled with jokes and stuff and I thought to myself how much like his father he was. The same phrases, that sly grin were you knew the mind was speeding. Sad because I thought that he would have live longer, but God knows why. I don't fully understand the way God moves but I know that he always moves for good. I also know that that converstaion was what was needed at that time for this purpose. The words of Maximus Decimus Meridus come to mind.

"What we do in life. Echoes in eternity." Sleep well Ryan King. Our echoes will be heard soon enough.

TSTT Deal (ha ha ha)

They just sent a company wide email about TSTT giving us a deal. Does TSTT really give deals?? I think the policy is make money first, second, third, fourth and fifth and consumer and customer service are forever overtaking one another in last position. It is because of TSTT that I have self control when it comes to my cell phone. Why must I pay $92 a month when I currently pay $34.50 for three months. Ah the joys of prepaid. Concerning free text! My text messages are not that important. Free calls from 10pm to 6am. I don't make or receive calls after 10pm. Free Voice Mail, Caller ID, Call Waiting, Call Forwarding, 3-Way Calling, Call Transfer?? Please... Come on TSTT, you can surely do better. Is this really a deal?? Where will I benefit?? Will I save money? Will the quality of service improve?? Where is it??

TSTT is like a nagging wife that you want to get rid of but you can't because there are no other women, and you need (not love) the sex. Think about that last statement and you will see why I will wait for Digicel.

Luther King??? Dead?? At 27??

This event was really the catalyst for the creation of this blog. Luther, my former friend. I use the word former because since choosing the way of live he chose we lost contact. I have all these feelings. Feelings I have not felt since Rae-Ann Diaz or Kiesha Henry for that matter. Someone I know, died so violently and yet people who profess to believe in God use words like, "you live by the sword you die by it." Who wants to hear that at this point. Certainly not the King family. I spoke to his younger brother who confessed many things to me. Things about family, about brotherhood about Luther being his confidant. He talked about praying and what he thought about God. The thing that really hit home... He asked with tears in his eyes, how would I feel if I were in his position? Would I be thinking about God, Church, Hate or Revenge. A very pertinent question.... A question to which I still do not, even now, have the answer. Sometimes I tend to live in a false sense of reality, but I am living testimony to the fact that there is a devil and that he is trying to kill each and everyone of us. In that context the death of Luther King weighs heavily upon my mind. I remember that first Junior's class. I remember all the interactions we had as young men in church. I remember his personality. I think about the similarities between him and I. The first of three boys and what that entails. I wonder about all the things that passed through his mind as those five lead bullets seared his flesh and poisoned his chest cavity. Did he call on God?? Would I have that opportunity??

My presence

Well, this is me. My presence on the net. Not that I have not had a presence before. I am a kind of behind the scenes guy. This will be hard to believe for those who actually know me. People ask what I do for a living. The long and short is that I ensure that the people I work with have their presence on the net. I make sure they send email, that their credit card transactions are secure. I make sure they can browse the things that they really know they should not browse. All the technical jargon about firewalls and servers and pix and router and rasserver and fiber optic link and leased line and digital subscribers line (dsl) and backbone and microwave line and wireless link. These are all cogs in the great wheel of the information superhighway. I am also a cog. A cog that ensures the wheels are turning for another day. I am someone but yet I am no one. That's me!! That's it. This is my presence. Welcome to it.