Steve Jobs, Apple co-founder, dead at 56

Steve Jobs, Apple co-founder, dead at 56

RIP Mr. Jobs, thank you for the innovation that was your well thought out technology. You existed when they tried to oust you from the company you helped create and then you came back and showed them what they missed those 10 years. As a student of IT I appreciate the work behind Apple. For your dedication, for your drive, for your genius...I salute you! #TECHIESUNITE

The other side of my reality

In my alternate

universe, there is only me, my hopes and dreams,

and my big

fat ego. That

doesn't mean I don't love the people in my life, or the roles I play in theirs, but sometimes I miss the feeling of just being me. Free from anxiety, stress, disappointment, set-backs and set-ups. Follow me, if you will, to the other side. I would be a hairstylist extraordinaire to anybody who needed a super fabulous do to captivate the masses. I'd be a geeked out PC tech (halfway there) and build disgustingly insane computers that have the power to nuke out small unwanted nouns (insert people, place, or things here) just by touching the Fu I mean F1 key. (Yeah, I said it) I'd have 2 super awesome cars, one would be a 1972 Chevrolet Nova, with white wall tires tucked so firmly under the fender that the top would ever so gently kiss the metal with every corner I turn (not a hard kiss, more like a sweet, innocent, kinnygarten kiss) I'd also drive an all black Audi A8 (like the kind Jason Statham drives in the Transporter movies..whew...don't get me started) This would be my "stuntin" car...it would have huge, OBNOXIOUS 22 inch chrome rims (deep dish, lip poking out like it's pouting) with Yokahama racing tires...and yes, she would be a badmuthashutyomouth. I'd probably ride a DucMon (my terminology for Ducati Monster) if I could figure out how to handle all that horsepower and lean into the turns with my knee dragging the ground like the professionals do. To the naked eye, I'm sure this post seems all about material things and what I'd like to have blah, blah, blah. However, you have to scratch the surface to find the real meaning of this carefully thought out wish list. Each souped up piece of machinery along with the quest for world hair domination (even the super noun destroying computer) is about the ability to make freedom tangible. I miss my freedom, and when you're struggling with daily demands from family, friends and work, you tend to loose all if not most of it one fulfilled request at a time. While you are busy doing your best to mental curtsy for half of your handlers life is happening to you instead of you happening to it. I challenge you (yes you) to make your other side/alternate universe your present day reality. Build the super computer, take the hair world by storm, roll the throttle on that 2 wheeled temptress and LIVE!! If you alternate universe doesn't consist of any of these things, then get out of my world and go build your own. Always remember to think outside the 0ctagon. Blessings fam!

**For all of those who are not car or moto enthusiast, it's cool, I've been told repeatedly I'm not either. In any event, the pics above can provide visual reference and unadulterated ogling, just for you. Oh yeah, got all my bases covered. #Deuces (°_⊙)

Big mouthed so and so

I have occasionally been told that I talk too much and I can be moderately opinionated. Well make no mistake about it, I do have a lot to say and the way I view things is important....at least to me it is. In hind sight I have realized there are plenty of times where the listening was much more vital than the talking, this realization is a tool in getting over oneself...or so I've heard ;) Yesterday standing in my kitchen I was shown my flaws as if the Most High had stretched them out on my very own counters for me to see. He showed me examples of when I had been difficult, stubborn, and prideful. All of these examples in a matter of seconds while I stood at my kitchen counter eating cherries out of the pasta drainer (short story there...I washed them off in the drainer and hadn't quite made my way back to the fridge to put them up..story over) and He showed it to me plain as day the side of me that makes me difficult to live, love, and interact with. Unfortunately I wasn't all to happy with the instances of knuckle headedness that I was seeing, and made a conscious decision to try and be less stubborn, difficult and prideful because it would make me a better person by being a better servant to Him. I planned to start asap but had a momentary relapse because I was a wee likkle bit affronted...did He show EVERYBODY else there faults in such a grandiose way or just me? Surely I'm not the ONLY one guilty of being an occasional pain in the back side! Why single me out of all the millions of people...oh wait, yeah. My house, my kitchen, my life (light bulb moment) riiiiiiight..it's about me. Okay, sorry big guy, that was me being difficult. Now on to this solution type thingamajiggy...ideas? Oh wait, it's on kingdom timing, not my timing right? You order my steps then I follow...maybe more of these self reflection moments are needed, I hadn't noticed my impatient side before either. I just keep wishing He'd hurry up and fix me.