How similar are American politics and professional wrestling?

I have always harbored a fascination for American politics, an interest which borders on passion. As a child I was fixated on the accomplishments of the Presidential administrations, by the time that I was 7 years old I was able to name all of the Presidents in their order of succession, the biggest accomplishment duringContinue reading “How similar are American politics and professional wrestling?”

What time is it?

For every period of our life we are governed by a mantra of sorts, that proverbial soundtrack that we inexplicably march to, it is that indescribable feeling that implores us to plunge ahead regardless of the obstacles that may obfuscate our vision. The mantra for this period of my life has been “that a cheeringContinue reading “What time is it?”

The Staring Match

There has been a host of consistent interactions throughout my time on this planet. As of late it would seem that the eternal staring match that has ensued between me and the contemporary form “papyrus” has been something that I have been unable to dispense myself of. Whether it has been in the form ofContinue reading “The Staring Match”

Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to

I stopped what I understood to be a foolish concept of making resolutions at the start of a New Year a long time ago. I exchanged this for a commitment to resolve to build upon what I learned during the confines of each day and carry that into the next. Growth and maturity walks inContinue reading “Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to”

I remember… When Hip-Hop music “had” a message

The late Dick Clark once said “that music is the soundtrack of our lives” and as I reflect on that prescient statement that he uttered I can’t help but to think about my soundtrack and how the music via the medium of Hip-Hop that blared through the speakers of my Sony Walkman in the lateContinue reading “I remember… When Hip-Hop music “had” a message”

My corporal punishment was unconditional love

I grew up in the latter half of the 1970’s and the early 1980’s, where corporal punishment was the rule of thumb. My parents scoffed at the concept of sparing the rod, breaking the rod was probably more in line with their philosophy. In retrospect I am grateful that the rod was not withheld andContinue reading “My corporal punishment was unconditional love”