makes sense.

so where was New Orleans’ windshield repair?

Read

this article (from 2001!) that predicted the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina

thanx Ray

be angry.

Also, why is it when you go to Dunkin Donuts and order a “CHAI”.
The person behind the counter will ask :
“Vanilla Chai???”.

It doesn’tt come in any other flavor. Why do they ask?
:crazy:

So reflecting on the past week.
Today is tuesday, and I am writing this via my wireless high speed ricochet modem while drinking Iced Chai and Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches
served on multigrain bread, and this cafe I happened along not to far from BEI HQ.
Last tuesday I got invited to a party at the infamous SPA in Manhattan, which was kind of tired, ran into some old co-workers at Union Square and then I proceeded to see what adventure I could get into in Gotham City.

With no crime to fight, I took a stroll up broadway, and like most times while strolling down Broadway something was going on…
There was a club and a line quarter of the way down the block..See a flock of well dressed “nubians”, I asked what the even was, it turned out it was the record release party for the new artist Blu Cantrell, for more info in her click here
It was invite only and those that really wanted to get in had to pay…my mission…to get in without paying and without being on the guestlist…I walked up to the person at the door mentined my name and was issued a comp ticket right away. It might have something to do with I was wearing the standard issue black suit with black matching tie and shirt (part of the World Wide Wear Fashion line, (stay linked to this site for details)
Anywho I was in, soon after up in the VIP section with record execs and the like, puffing on my Dominican cigar and enjoying a baileys on the rocks…
Soon this guy comes over and sits down, then I see the girl obviously trying to avoid this other guy, comes by and sits right next to me in the midst of my cigar smoke.

It seemed like the guy was threatening her, she told me her story..she was a psychologist by trade..interesting..I always have meet young black females who were planning on going to school or in school for Psychology, but this was the first psychologist I actually met.

It turns out, she has a relationship with the guy that was “stalking” her and the guy who sat next to me. The latter mentioned he was chillin, enjoying the smell of my cigar, and didnt want any beef, the other guy was seriously trippin, and even given me an evil look because the girl was sitting next to me. Long story short, I told her the psychologically she was being emotionally and psychologically manipulated by this guy, and that as a psychologist she had the weapons the combat him, but for some reason she chose not to out of love…

So the night goes on…5 good hiphop songs and 4 bad hiphop songs later I was ready to bounce…not a bad overall expeiience..I vaguely remember the Blu Cantrell perfomance since the psychologist was spinning her tale of love redemtion and crazy men in the record industry…
Just weird looking back at the contrast from this tuesday to last tuesday..

Orginally posted by jonn nubian @ 5:47 PM 6/25/2001

Odds and Evens????
So I was thinking about relationships and I have observed that terms of endearment or emotion that are have an even number of letters tend to be easier to express..
..for example…Like, Love, Lust…4 letters, easily or readily to express. Respect…7 letters, Aretha had to sing about it..nuff said. Trust..5 letters another odd number…Who do you trust?? Happiness, 9 letters, comes and goes..an elusive commodity,, just like Fun, 3 letters, doesnt always last….perhaps in a complex world, the power of the words in some twisted mathematic equation, its the reason why things just dont add up in our society. Or maybe its late, I havent slept in a while….hmmm….Sleep..5 letters..and we can never get enough of it…just like….
…Peace..

Originally postd posted by jonn nubian @ 1:54 AM 7/23/2001

This is crazy…
Just two years ago, the majority of Internet users were frequenting about 110 different sites. Now, a new study has shown that 60 percent of all users visit only 14 major Internet sites.
50% of all business goes to only four sites on the Internet: AOL Time Warner, Microsoft, Yahoo and Napster. The consolidation was caused by a combination of buyouts, mergers, and sites going out of business.
“We all know companies have gone out of business, and… there’s been an incredible amount of acquisitions that have gone down,” said a Jupiter analyst. “What was surprising is just how striking the difference was in such a short period of time.”
next year…content will be king. I just want a crown, and perhaps a little town called “Otisburg”
(sorry mr. Luthor)
posted by jonn nubian 10:22 AM 6/5/2001

What is Syntax Era? The times we are living in. Some examples” The dot com fallout” High gas prices, you get what I’m saying?
I encounter all kinds of stuff on a regular basis, my career path (more on that later) seems to amplify it more.

Today before noon today I learned:
15 seconds of an open flame will kill the AIDS virus.
It cost $40,000 to lock someone up for drug use.
It cost only $3,000 for drug treatment.
I used to hate Mondays at work and now I like them. (at least today)
More later…
Orginally posted by jonn nubian 4:16 PM 5/21/2001

(Sent to me anoynonmously via email)

CHORUS:
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

See the paper lying on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the door step
Through the screen and across the floor

Repeat chorus

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
When I come home from a hard days work
And you’re waiting there, not a care in the world

See the smile a-waiting in the kitchen
Food cooking and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through

According to the php code on the right side of my site pulling the weather from some server somewhere and what I can see out the window:

It’s overcast
Temperture: 61?F
Feels like: A little COLDER than 61?F
Humidity: 100%
Wind: NNE at 5 mph
Visibility: 3 miles
Condition
light rain & misty

I’m smoking a week old Don Juan cigar (Hand-made in Nicaragua) that I forgot was in my bag.
I’m looking out the window and these hiphop lyrics come to mind:

the street light reflects off the piss on the ground
which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
which reflects off the fact that i am broke
now what the fuck is new?
-The Coup “FAT CATS, BIGGA FISH”

Back to work…