Malcolm X & Hors D’oeurves

Professor is workin’ it today. He has talked now for 15 straight minutes, and I think I have written down a total of 7 words. He just said he is going to work on our syllabus today. Yes, you are correct, sir, it is 3 weeks into the semester. Nice to see him taking interest in his job.This is my second class of the day. The first was a fascinating study in sleep deprivation and gentle mockery as well. My classmate (one of my absolute favs, though if she is reading this, please inform her that I truly despise her. And she takes up too much desk space.) made mention of the fact that she had taken an opportunity to visit the site of yours truly (yes, this very page!) over the weekend. She felt like she was intruding or something, like she was spying on my life. And she was, in a way. So here is my word, once more. For friends and associates, you may just want to avoid this page all together. Why? Because you are destined to fail to understand the most basic of all things blogadocious – the phrase that pays: “Sometimes a post is just a post.” It doesn’t have to mean anything deeper than the author’s exercise of his or her own mental conditioning, stretching themselves, reaching for a greater understanding of their own abilities. In short, fiction, baby. Dig?

And even knowledge of this is still not enough to avoid the reflex. Natural response to any online vitriol: “Is [he/she] talking about me?” Maybe. Maybe not. But does it help or hinder your life one way or the other? [note to self: practice what you preach]

That said, I was thoroughly flattered that she even read my page. I don’t know who does or doesn’t, or even that anyone does or doesn’t. So if you can stand to be all up in my business, than please, read on, black woman, read on.

And as we say in poker, ante up.– Warner Lawson

There are more things between heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.– Willie Shakespeare

I am so damned lost in this class. I think I am a 3L a year too early, I already am chillin’ all semester and buying beaucoup study aids at the end, to learn the subject for the exam. Not good. Indiscriminate blogging during class isn’t exactly helping things. I am feelin’ a jones to create, baby. I gotta get this monkey off my back. Man with the Golden Arm, baby. My professor is illustrating complex legal issues with Shoe comic strips. Do we look that simple minded? And does my professor really read Shoe on the regular? Does anyone?

By the by, Monya, lookin’ good, darlin’, as always. Love that green shirt on you. Ciao.

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