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Dear Edgitator…

Dear Edgitator

This is my congratulations to you. I mean, I’d hug you, shake your hand, or even yell out “you rock” if I passed you on the street, but unfortunately, all you get is a virtual “you rock…” until tomorrow at least. Let’s go for the tri-fector tomorrow — awkward hug, hand shake, and I’ll even shout your awesomness to random folks just to watch you squirm.

<3, 

Me

Losing You…

There are times when someone’s already said everything you’ve been meaning to say. This is one of those times. Listen to Ashley Arrison’s “Losing You.” Watch it…think about it….then read the lyrics if there’s still any confusion.

“Losing You” by Ashley Arrison

I tried right for so long

But you, you had to have me for your own

I can’t lie, I let you in

But you threw me back again

It’s in your eyes

It’s on your lips

I’m losing you, I’m losing you

It’s in the way we don’t exist

I’m losing you

You said “everything would go our way if we just communitcate”

But don’t lie, you never tried

Is she the reason why?

It’s in your eyes 

It’s on your lips

I’m losing you, losing you

It’s in the way we don’t exist

All my fears are coming true

It’s in the way you say my name

I’m losing you, I’m losing you

Was it all a stupid game?

I’m losing you

You let me slip away

Was I your great escape?

I guess I never really had you in the first place

It’s in your eyes

It’s on your lips

I’m losing you, I’m losing you

It’s in the way we don’t exist

I’m losing you

It’s in the way you touch my skin

I’ll never know how you pulled me in

It’s in the way you say my name

I’m losing you.

 

Mother Nature, You Win Again

Looks like my good friend, Mother Nature will have the last laugh once again. It’s been a pleasant 50-60 degrees here in NYC the last few days as we gear up for the first day of spring, which is today at 745a.

Well, I’m happy to report that it is snowing like mad as I type this from the train platform. Amazing!

Mother Nature, you win again

Skate or Die…

Um, I can’t even tell you how many quarters I used to pump in this game while vacationing as a kid with my folks in Virgina Beach. The total is probably around a year of college tuition, which is sad in itself. Needless to say, when I saw Skate or Die can be played online now, I pissed myself. Amazing. Skate on kiddies. You’re welcome.

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5 Words for Friday…

The five words that are tossed around relentlessly in my profession that I’ve grown to hate, yet am forced to integrate (just missed the cut) into my vocab on a daily basis. Really, there’s nothing revolting about these words/phrases rather it all comes down to the context in which they are used.

1. Leverage – this is hoity-toity marketing speak for “use”. Why can’t we just say use anymore?

2. Assets – can we be more vague? What are our assets? Most days this consists of news, video, and/or images. I know – annoying right?

3. Loop – Most commonly used as a verb: “I’ll loop you in,” which loosely translates to “I don’t feel like doing this work, so I’ll be sure to pass it off to you in front of others so you can’t decline.”

4. Case Study – Everything is considered a case study – but rarely is any thing a TRUE case study. However, I’ve affectionately come to refer to the dreaded case study as – CS.

5. Thanks so much – Most commonly used as a reply to the “I’ll loop you in” comment. It’s drenched in sarcasm and dripping with disdain, but still seems civil in tone, unless your recipient is wise to you.

It’s All Fun and Games…

I know I had some fun with the whole Rihanna/Chris Brown saga on my last post, but really that isn’t representative of how I really feel about the incident – truly it’s been weighing heavy on my heart. I was headed up to Boston for a work trip really early the other day and I had this sensation that I needed to write about it.

While waiting for my train to depart, I started penning a post at The Round Table entitled ” ‘Rehab:’ Foreshadowing of Rihanna’s Abuse?” At first, I wasn’t sure where it came from. I mean, I have been listening to a ton of Rihanna as of late – but couldn’t figure out why until after I had an exchange with my friend and fellow writer, AP, who put what I was feeling into perspective.

I started thinking about those robotic tendencies, a certain coldness I once bashed her for, and all of a sudden it clicked and made sense (or at least in my mind) that maybe this is much deeper than just an isolated event.. Again, all the facts aren’t out there yet, so I don’t want to speculate too much, but still I’m intrigued.

This morning I was on my favorite gossip site, ONTD, when I saw this vlog from IllDoctrine.com called “Beyond Chris and Rihanna,” where he sits down with VIBE writer, Elizabeth Mendez Berry, for persepctive on the situation. Mendez-Berry penned the piece called “Love Hurts – ‘Rap’s Black Eye’” which asks the question: How much is hip hop’s culture to blame for violence on women? She explored personal accounts of wives of hip hop stars, most notably the story of Liza Rios, the wife of the late Big Punisher.

Mendez-Berry was careful in choosing her words regarding Chris and Rihanna, like we all are, but still she brings to light a pretty alarming statistic “the number one cause of death for women ages 15-45 is intimate partner homicide by men.” She admits to not be so concerned with the Chris/Rihanna story vs. the story of millions of women nationwide who don’t receive the attention they should. It’s a pretty eye-opening look at the situation – you can check it out below.

Inappropriate Joke of the Day…

Wow. So, by now I’m sure you’ve all read/heard about Chris Brown aka CBreezy smackin up Rihanna. Though I do not condone domestic violence or violence of any kind, I have to share the most inappropriate joke of the day. The award goes to my Dad who, every now and again comes up with a gem. Like this one…

:::cue Doublemint Gum Commercial:::

Me: “Ha, that’s gotta be pulled now that he’s a wifebeater.”

Dad “What do you mean?”

Me: “Rumor has it he beat up Rihanna”

Dad: “I hope not with her umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh.”

Me: “brilliant.”

Dad: smiles