Monday, January 24, 2011
Just a Bit of Randomness (Maybe)
Just one of those commercials that makes you feel really good.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Sunday, January 23, 2011
My Muse Bought a Train Ticket Out of this Dump...I Wish She'd Come Back
(I'd like to begin with a shout out to Ms. Sass over at words with sass, for inspiring this one.)
I keep waking up to the same old things, scratching my head, and wondering what I'm doing wrong. There's all of this greatness right there within my reach, but for the life of me, I can't get more than just a few fingertip scrapings. I keep waiting for that spark or that flash, that'll get everything rolling again. That moment where everything will only make sense, and then suddenly I'll be one of those people smiling, like in all of the great Coca-Cola ads.
I keep waking up to the same old things, scratching my head, and wondering what I'm doing wrong. There's all of this greatness right there within my reach, but for the life of me, I can't get more than just a few fingertip scrapings. I keep waiting for that spark or that flash, that'll get everything rolling again. That moment where everything will only make sense, and then suddenly I'll be one of those people smiling, like in all of the great Coca-Cola ads.
If only it were that simple.
There seems to be something missing. The fire, that burns within and makes me strive for daily greatest, could use a few extra coals. My personal life is static electricity, currently experiencing a major outage. My writing...ugh!!...don't get me started. My 'muse' bought a train ticket out of this dump. As of right now, it feels like a one way trip.
And yet, I still find it hard to panic. The optimist in me still sees all of the potential. I know that with a few alterations, a quick tuck here and a couple of snips there, then it'll be back to that fabulous life I've always envisioned myself leading. But as my mother and sisters can tell you, I make a terrible seamster.
So I patiently wait for that 'it' to come back, the driving force that will carry my life from the dull to the unique. Perhaps it is already with me. Maybe I just need to focus on noticing.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Rare Groove, Jan. 23, 2011
Nicki Minaj --- Save Me
A lot of people give Nicki Minaj a hard time. Sometimes I'm one of them. But I must say that Pink Friday surprised me. And this track is one reason why. It shows a must more dynamic side of the eccentric performer. It's well written, and has this mellow hip-hop/techno/pop vibe. Something you can actually listen to without shaking your head negatively. It's song like this that make me thing there's more to Ms. Minaj than meets the eye.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Seek and You Shall Find
So my computer has been through a lot. But with the help of my brother-in-law, it's running like never before. Which makes me ponder...sometimes thinks may look dire. It might look like a situation has no hope. But there are moments when, when you seek something better, it finds a way to appear. I laughed a bit about my computer crashing late last night, even though I was disappointed. I looked for the bright side. Eventually, it found it's way to me. Here's to always trying to stay positive.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Looking for the Bright Side
(This post is being made from somebody else's computer.....)
I only mentioned where I am writing this, because it's relevant to the post. About 3 hours ago, my computer crashed. It wasn't one of those normal, power-flickers-off-and-then-jumps-back-on, subtle kind of crashes either. It was a "holy shit, is it supposed to make that noise? and why won't it come back on?" type crash. I surprised myself with how calm I remained. I decided I'd calmly check out the inside of the computer and make sure nothing was wrong. Big mistake. Immediately I noticed what was wrong. Let's just say that video cards aren't supposed to go in like THAT!!! So then I was worried that I'd managed to fry my sole soure of sanity and connection to the outside world. (Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but only slightly) The point is, after 2 hours of frustrated hunting with a flashlight, unplugging and replugging and unscrewing and rescrewing, I finally gave up. But surprisingly, I still wasn't upset. I released a gentle sigh, and thought about all of the good that has come from my computer. I remembered all of the hours writing, watching movies, listening to great music, surfing the web, and just generally getting away. After that, I couldn't feel bad. Besides, now I have a reasonable excuse to get a new one!!
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
I only mentioned where I am writing this, because it's relevant to the post. About 3 hours ago, my computer crashed. It wasn't one of those normal, power-flickers-off-and-then-jumps-back-on, subtle kind of crashes either. It was a "holy shit, is it supposed to make that noise? and why won't it come back on?" type crash. I surprised myself with how calm I remained. I decided I'd calmly check out the inside of the computer and make sure nothing was wrong. Big mistake. Immediately I noticed what was wrong. Let's just say that video cards aren't supposed to go in like THAT!!! So then I was worried that I'd managed to fry my sole soure of sanity and connection to the outside world. (Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but only slightly) The point is, after 2 hours of frustrated hunting with a flashlight, unplugging and replugging and unscrewing and rescrewing, I finally gave up. But surprisingly, I still wasn't upset. I released a gentle sigh, and thought about all of the good that has come from my computer. I remembered all of the hours writing, watching movies, listening to great music, surfing the web, and just generally getting away. After that, I couldn't feel bad. Besides, now I have a reasonable excuse to get a new one!!
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
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