tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212228492024-03-12T22:04:44.887-04:00Doing the Damn ThangI am many things to many people: Son, brother, confidant, friend, novelist, songwriter, mental health professional, asshole, know-it-all, and smart-ass (among others). Daily, I endeavor to embrace positivity and eliminate bullshit. The journey thus far has been challenging and rewarding. I invite you to share in this experience. All aboard!!!!John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-52226399270500606632013-11-29T23:57:00.002-05:002014-01-19T19:23:56.937-05:00I'm Getting Closer to my DreamsIt's been almost 1 year since I last blogged. During that time period, a lot of changes have taken place in my life. First, I FINALLY became a licensed clinical social worker. Despite taking 6 years to accumulate the needed supervision hours, I am content. Second, I am pursuing my songwriting career full time. That's right; I gave up my 9-to-5. I've ceased recording a cappella songs; I write them to tracks. My sister and I have recorded three songs in a professional studio. I'm relaxed and focused on becoming an established songwriter. Lastly, I have begun the process of locking my hair. <br />
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Thus far, I have been promoting my music using social media. Thankfully, I have come to the attention of R&B singer/songwriter Angie Stone. She really likes my music, and I would be honored to work with her. However, I am casting my net widely and praying that God will connect me with the right people. <br />
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Please take a listen to my songs and feel free to leave feedback. I present to y'all "Marathon," "Eternal Gratitude," "Our Night," "Man-Eater," and "Distance." Enjoy!<br />
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"Eternal Gratitude"<br />
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"Our Night"<br />
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"Marathon"<br />
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"Man Eater"<br />
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"Distance"<br />
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<br />John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-3814004678193481242012-07-06T23:06:00.000-04:002012-07-06T23:06:05.561-04:00Okay, dudes and dudettes. Here are three country/pop songs I wrote. Feel free to leave comments. Nashville will be seeing my ass! <iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" src="http://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F51588284&show_artwork=true"></iframe><iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" src="http://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F51589248&show_artwork=true"></iframe><iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" src="http://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F51589802&show_artwork=true"></iframe>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-49680727412817865082011-11-10T21:07:00.001-05:002011-11-10T21:23:21.498-05:00What's your book about?Would you rather read a synopsis or watch a video? I thought so. Enjoy! <br />
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Here's the synopsis:<br />
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Joseph Peters et al<br />
Literary Fiction<br />
64,000 words<br />
by John W. Brown<br />
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Stacey Jones is an 18-year-old girl who, despite stellar academic achievements, ignores everyone’s expectations and forgoes attending college. Complaining of “scholastic fatigue,” she promises to obtain employment, avoid becoming a teen parent, and resume her studies in exactly 365 days. Believing that real-world experience will have a greater effect than their disapproving words, her parents (Carmen and Phillip) reluctantly respect her wishes.<br />
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In the months following graduation, Stacey primarily spends time with two friends: Nona and Tariq. Three years her senior, Nona dispenses “sisterly” advice and challenges Stacey to set realistic expectations. Tariq, her best friend since junior high school, exhibits empathy and compassion. Like Stacey, he has decided to postpone his academic pursuits. Facing paternal opposition, Tariq must decide whether the benefits of defiance outweigh the risk of being disinherited. Additionally, he desires to reconcile his sexual orientation and begin dating men.<br />
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In addition to managing the lives of her children and husband, Carmen functions as the confidant to her best friend, Roxanne. Further, she monitors the activities of her father, Joseph Peters (“Daddy J”). Somewhat cognizant of her limitations, she ignores convention and takes a one-week vacation – without her family - to Serenity Inn, where she encounters an unorthodox, non-conformist, eccentric woman. Returning home and reflecting on the experiences had while on vacation, Carmen is determined to rein-in her controlling tendencies. However, the receipt of unexpected news precipitates a much-needed emotional breakdown.<br />
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Joseph Peters is an 82-year-old man who is hell-bent on not relinquishing his independence and autonomy. A two-time widower, he maintains an active social life and functions with minimal assistance. His life progresses smoothly until his wives – in spirit form - insist that he vacate his home. Upon overcoming Carmen’s resistance and securing familial support, he begins the process of identifying viable housing options. Touring nursing homes and completing countless applications, Daddy J becomes less optimistic. Asked to decrease his level of involvement, he travels to St. Louis, Missouri and visits his sister, Martha. <br />
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Joseph Peters et al celebrates the life experiences of our elders and validates the struggles of the young. Through character analysis, the novel examines issues and emotions that are relevant to many persons, such as grief, loneliness, frustration, and fear. Further, it examines the strategies that people employ when attempting to ameliorate suffering. Finally, the novel promotes perseverance, hope, and love.<br />
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Enjoy!John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-36067196657463784842011-08-27T20:16:00.000-04:002011-08-27T20:16:31.515-04:00Sorry for the delay...Okay. So I THOUGHT the novel would be ready by August 15. Well, I've experiened a little, um, difficulty; I had to select another print-on-demand company. For those of you who ordered a copy, please bear with me. I would rather deliver the goods late than in an incomplete form. Keep me in prayer, y'all! MUAH! John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-61169047260601408912011-05-28T18:24:00.004-04:002011-09-23T21:53:09.223-04:00It was all a dream....I write because I must. If I don't, I will live miserably. It is a craft that chose me many, many years ago. Understanding that no one may care about my stories, I persist. Today, Saturday, May 28, 2011, I present to you the first chapter of my debut novel, <i>Joseph Peters et al!</i> I am sooo freaking excited! For those of you who have been wanting to peek at the text for years, I appreciate your patience. I'm certain you won't be disappointed. I anticipate publishing the novel by August 15, 2011. Okay. Here's the <a href="https://acrobat.com/#d=-CuFLr-zVVRmql2ej0L53A">link</a>. Finally, here is the synopsis:<br />
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Joseph Peters et al<br />
Literary Fiction<br />
64,000 words<br />
by John W. Brown<br />
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Stacey Jones is an 18-year-old girl who, despite stellar academic achievements, ignores everyone’s expectations and forgoes attending college. Complaining of “scholastic fatigue,” she promises to obtain employment, avoid becoming a teen parent, and resume her studies in exactly 365 days. Believing that real-world experience will have a greater effect than their disapproving words, her parents (Carmen and Phillip) reluctantly respect her wishes.<br />
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In the months following graduation, Stacey primarily spends time with two friends: Nona and Tariq. Three years her senior, Nona dispenses “sisterly” advice and challenges Stacey to set realistic expectations. Tariq, her best friend since junior high school, exhibits empathy and compassion. Like Stacey, he has decided to postpone his academic pursuits. Facing paternal opposition, Tariq must decide whether the benefits of defiance outweigh the risk of being disinherited. Additionally, he desires to reconcile his sexual orientation and begin dating men.<br />
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In addition to managing the lives of her children and husband, Carmen functions as the confidant to her best friend, Roxanne. Further, she monitors the activities of her father, Joseph Peters (“Daddy J”). Somewhat cognizant of her limitations, she ignores convention and takes a one-week vacation – without her family - to Serenity Inn, where she encounters an unorthodox, non-conformist, eccentric woman. Returning home and reflecting on the experiences had while on vacation, Carmen is determined to rein-in her controlling tendencies. However, the receipt of unexpected news precipitates a much-needed emotional breakdown.<br />
<br />
Joseph Peters is an 82-year-old man who is hell-bent on not relinquishing his independence and autonomy. A two-time widower, he maintains an active social life and functions with minimal assistance. His life progresses smoothly until his wives – in spirit form - insist that he vacate his home. Upon overcoming Carmen’s resistance and securing familial support, he begins the process of identifying viable housing options. Touring nursing homes and completing countless applications, Daddy J becomes less optimistic. Asked to decrease his level of involvement, he travels to St. Louis, Missouri and visits his sister, Martha. <br />
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Joseph Peters et al celebrates the life experiences of our elders and validates the struggles of the young. Through character analysis, the novel examines issues and emotions that are relevant to many persons, such as grief, loneliness, frustration, and fear. Further, it examines the strategies that people employ when attempting to ameliorate suffering. Finally, the novel promotes perseverance, hope, and love.<br />
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Enjoy!John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-44841408630711431572011-04-29T20:35:00.000-04:002011-04-29T20:35:03.670-04:00When Bloggers Resurface<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBHQwTbUkQg/TbtZGp1-mVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gn0gjOWlbfc/s1600/IMG_3197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gBHQwTbUkQg/TbtZGp1-mVI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gn0gjOWlbfc/s320/IMG_3197.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I know it's been over a year since I last blogged, but I'm back! New and improved. One year older and wiser. Getting ever-so close to becoming a published author. Enjoying life, meeting new people, and having wonderful experiences. The elapsed time has shown me how much I miss communicating with my fellow bloggers and folks who stumble on to the site. <br />
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What can you expect from the one and only Losojosnuevos? Commentary that is thought-provoking, witty, hilarious, and sometimes off-the-wall. What do I expect from the "blogsphere?" To interact with and be affected by the many people who share their observations, hopes, wishes, fears, and desires. <br />
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Let's get it in!!!John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-62056245345560572742010-02-05T15:54:00.002-05:002010-02-05T16:34:24.274-05:00When Friends ResurfaceHey, everyone! Happy 2010! I know I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back (for now). My body has healed sufficiently, so I will be returning to the gym this month. I'll have to start over, of course, but I'm not afraid of the challenge. I'm still waiting to receive my certificate from the Library of Congress. I haven't written any songs lately and I'm not inclined to resume writing the sequel to the first novel. Work is rewarding most days. My family continues to function as a source of support. Overall, I can't complain.<br /><br />How many of you remember the post I wrote last March? You know, the one about my friend who vanished. Yeah, that one. Anyway, about a month ago, I got a friend request on Facebook from said friend. I kid y'all not! It was quite a shock. Turns out, T has been going through a lot. Consequently, he relocated to the United Kingdom. He's doing well, thank God. I made him vow to never terminate communication with me EVER again. If he can't call, text messages will do.<br /><br />This experience was humbling and raised my level of awareness. See, I used to be close to my biological father's son (I used to refer to him as my brother with ease). After maintaiing consistent contact for nearly a year, I disappeared. I stopped visiting the house and returning phone calls. At that time (2001), I was isolated from my immediate family and extremely vulnerable. His mother was making demands that I believed were unreasonable. No one cared that I was operating in crisis mode; it was all about what I could do for them. When I did call him ( in 2004, after his mother tracked me down and gave me his telephone number), he was pissed. Dude returned my phone call at 12:00 A.M., said he didn't need to hear from me, and hung up. We haven't spoken since. <br /><br />Just as I grieved losing contact with T, "W" must have grieved my absence. I truly regret abandoning him. My actions mirrored my biological father's; years earlier, he left them and created another family. Hopefully, we will have an opportunity to reconcile. I would like that.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-41852645323510769802009-10-08T19:09:00.002-04:002009-10-08T19:20:12.080-04:00Still going.....Ever since injuring my shoulder, I have not stepped foot into the gym. Despite losing 5 pounds of muscle, I'm functioning well physically. I do miss challenging my body and chatting with my gym buddies. I don't know exactly when I'll return. Hopefully before the end of the year. <br /><br />Editing is an exhausting endeavor. Try as I might, I rarely meet my daily quota (30 pages). Unlike reading, editing is an active process. I do not have a life right now. I keep telling myself that the effort will be fruitful. Although this is my third round of editing, I am still making corrections. It's amazing how much the eye can overlook. <br /><br />How have y'all been? Feel free to leave me updates. Again, Facebook is the easiest way to communicate with me. Be blessed, as always.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-57896373177275434682009-08-19T18:50:00.002-04:002009-08-19T18:58:46.231-04:00I'm still hereIt's almost been a month since I last blogged. Since then, I've suffered a minor shoulder injury that has prevented me from doing any upperbody exercises; therefore, I have not been doing ANY exercises. However, the stiff shoulder has been a blessing in disguise. Anyone who reads the blog consistently knows that I have written another novel. Well, I am finishing my second round of editing, which is a SLOW and DELIBERATE process. You literally make eye contact with EVERY WORD. Since intensifying my efforts, I have made tremendous progress; I should be finished by the first week in September. Once the corrections are made, it's off the the good ole Library of Congress.<br /><br />Therefore, it is unlikely that I will be blogging regularly. However, I am on Facebook daily. Add me as a friend if you'd like to maintain consistent contact with me. I truly hope everyone is doing well.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-55594892916813972412009-06-30T18:27:00.002-04:002009-06-30T18:56:36.430-04:00I'm good<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SkqYBmYFpxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D19KQmaYHZY/s1600-h/IMG_2437.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SkqYBmYFpxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/D19KQmaYHZY/s320/IMG_2437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353258260332128018" /></a><br /><br />I need another vacation. If my life remains as it is for another two months, I will likely visit my friend in expensive-ass (so I've been told) California. Oh, how I want to see the Pacific, stroll down the Walk of Fame, visit the Castro in San Francisco, and take pictures while holding chocolate-covered, penis-shaped macaroons. It's going to be fabulous.<br /><br />I am making tremendous progress with my manuscript; it will be a complete Word document by the end of the week. If any of you are writers or plan to write anything longer than 10 pages, please take this little piece of advice: Type as you write. Otherwise, you will end up with over 100 pages (front and back) to transcribe. It was not fun. For those of you who do not generate hard copies of your documents, do what you do. BTW: I'm seriously considering self-publishing. <br /><br />Let's see. I'll be getting my annual physical this week, and I anticipate receiving stellar results. I'm still going to the gym on a regular basis. There's this one dude who I think is a total cutie. He, like a lot of the gusy, ALWAYS wears his I-Pod. Aside from the usual head-nod and occasional "sup," I don't interact with him at all. I have not invested too much emotional energy because I am certain he is heterosexual. He's nice to glance at (from all angles; thank God for mirrors). My little brother tells me that I'll have more luck if I go to L.A. Fitness or hang out at Atlantic Station. I love "the girls," but I hate restricting myself to gay-only areans. <br /><br />Manuscript, work, gym, physical. I think that's about it. I put some new tunes on the site for you guys. Oh, does anyone know whatever happened to this young dude named Aaron who used to have a blog titled "Industrial Love"? A few months ago, he left a message on Twitter that stated he was going to kill himself. Although I tried to reach out to him, he never responded. I hope he's ok.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-85455745517978537382009-06-20T11:19:00.002-04:002009-06-20T11:56:53.520-04:00An Evening of NeoSoulWhere do I start? I got to the Tabernacle about an hour before the concert was scheduled to begin. The venue was definitely smaller than I thought it would be. Standing against a pole, I scoped the place out and observed the people in the room. To say that "family" was in the building would be an understatement; we were well represented. The straight folks were in attendance as well. One couple stood right in front of me and just kissed (repeatedly) for no reason. It was cute.<br /><br />Anthony David did a good job. I had no idea he was from Georgia. Despite not having followed his career, I recognized at least three of the songs he sang, including "Words," "I'm a Good Man," and "Georgia Girl." All of the musicians were on point, including the guitarist, who wore a pair of jeans that had HUGE pieces of material missing; I don't think he was wearing underwear.<br /><br />Ledisi. That woman is no joke. Dressed in a canary yellow, knee-length, layered, spaghetti-strapped dress (I think I covered everything), she took to the stage and put in work. She is extremely energetic, even while wearing a pair of red high heels. Not believing the crowd was into the performance, she took of her shoes, ventured into the audience, and made folks dance. Of all of the folks in the house, those in the balcony were the least enthused; they just sat there and looked at her. Not one to waste time, she gave the stiff folks the "I ain't got time for you" look and kept it moving.<br /><br />The woman has a beautiful voice. Additionally, she does not exert a lot of energy or strain to hit the appropriate notes. Unlike some singers, you won't see veins popping out of her neck and forehead. She also does a lot of improvisation and scatting. It was easy for me to see that she was heavily influenced by old-school R&B, gospel, and jazz. Oh, she also did a little preaching. Did y'all know that the song "I Think of You" is about God? I so didn't. However, the lyrics should have been a dead giveaway: Everywhere that I go, every day and every night. I think of you. You're the air that I breathe, you're the love of my life. I think of you." <br /><br />After two wardrobe changes and a few more songs, it was time to go. I know she's going to be in Dallas next. If you're in the area, GO TO THE SHOW. <br /><br />Speaking of neosoul, I finally discovered who sings this song I hear on the radio periodically. Enjoy.<br /><br />"On the Ocean," by K'Jon<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CiK8Kcz1r0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CiK8Kcz1r0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-2734727630488961772009-06-17T20:28:00.003-04:002009-06-17T20:34:10.477-04:00Ledisi in Concert<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SjmK9nVVcAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-n-qSM0FD94/s1600-h/Ledisi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SjmK9nVVcAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-n-qSM0FD94/s320/Ledisi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348458823614296066" /></a><br /><br />Ledisi will be performing at the Tabernacle (Atlanta, Georgia) on Friday, June 19, 2009 at 8:00 P.M. I personally will be attending. Tickets can be purchased <a href="http://www.livenation.com/serp?searchstring=ledisi">here</a>.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-84804951397929929902009-06-14T20:22:00.002-04:002009-06-14T21:06:22.678-04:00NY Trip: Final Installment<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SjWeP8pWCbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DZkXefA8qLg/s1600-h/IMG_2411.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SjWeP8pWCbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DZkXefA8qLg/s320/IMG_2411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347354129387096498" /></a><br /><br />I never visited the World Trade Center. Ever. Perhaps I, as a native New Yorker, always believed that the towers would always be there. Additionally, I never had the confidence to explore the city. In any event, on May 27th, my sister and I rode the E Train all the way to lower Manhattan. Emerging from the subway, we observed that area where the towers once stood was completely fenced off. After following the crowd to an information center, we were directed to the 9-11 Memorial Museum. <br /><br />For some reason, I was not saddened looking at the artifacts, such as a window from one of the hijacked planes, a steel beam, and the pictures of the missing/lost. The mood was very respectful. The replica of the towers was very nice. Additionally, items -expressing grief/sorrow/solidarity- from all over the world were displayed on the walls. For people who are more sentimental, they have boxes of tissues all over the place. Downstairs, they have an area where people can write messages onto cards. The cards are placed into a box and eventually stored in binders, which are available for review.<br /><br />When we emerged from the museum, the sun was shinging and the temperature had inceased by about 10 degrees. Hopping back on the E Train, we transferred to the F Train, bought overpriced McDonalds, and ate in Washington Square. From there, we caught the 1 Train and rode to Christopher Street. Having never been to the West Village, I instinctively knew to look for the piers. While I was removing my jacket, this older black man looks at me and said "I know where you're going. Don't worry. They're all down there." As we proceeded down Christopher Street, we stopped at an intersection and saw none other than Mr. Bruce Willis. I kid you not. He was in a black Navigator with tinted windows. The windows were rolled down, of course. All I could say was "Oh, shit, that's Bruce Willis." My sister was as dumbfounded as I was. He just laughed and repeated what I said. The light turned green before I could take a picture.<br /><br />Aside from me having to check three lesbians for hitting on my sister ("She still got a fat ass"), nothing really interesting happened at the pier. People were jogging, exercising, dancing, and enjoying the day. From what I hear, the area doesn't really start popping until the night. By then, we were on our way to Battery Park.<br /><br />Determined to catch a close glimpe of Lady Liberty, we rode the 1 Train to its final destination: South Ferry. Hopping on the Staten Island Ferry (which is free), we stood near the open windows and took as many pictures as we could. It was crazy being surrounded by all of that water. After staying in Staten Island for 15 minutes, we returned to Manhattan and rode the trains back to Long Island.<br /><br />I spent the remaining four days hanging out with my dad and visiting a few family members. I even went back to the fast-food restaurant I worked at when I was in high school. Three of the people who worked with me from 1993-1995 were still there. I even kicked it with the dude who took my best female friend to his prom; he's gay. Before I knew it, it was time for me to head back home. Oh, my favorite cousin, the one I stayed with for two days, had the nerve to call me Saturday morning and say she couldn't get me to the airport. Fortunately, my uncle got me there with plenty of time to spare. <br /><br />I don't know when I'll return to NY; probably sooner than I expect. My next planned destination is San Francisco. I hope to go in August. Stay tuned. <br /><br />P.S. I am really feeling this new Raphael Saadiq (sp) song. <br /><br />"Never Give You Up," by Raphael Saadiq ft. Stevie Wonder and C.J. Hilton<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewdCKS1AQ1k&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewdCKS1AQ1k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-24662811812450613332009-06-09T19:48:00.002-04:002009-06-09T20:00:09.746-04:00CloserY'all already know how I feel about gospel music. In 2004 or 2005, I heard this song while I was on my way to work. I don't remember the station, but this song was the last one they played before going off the air each day. On one particular morning, feeling helpless and certain nothing positive would develop from my existence, I meditated on the song's lyrics and started bawling. Right there on I-285. I didn't care who saw me. By the time I got to work, I was good.<br /><br />Try as I might, I was never able to determine the song's origin, until today. This, in my opinion, is one of the most powerful gospel songs ever written. Enjoy!<br /><br />"Closer," by Lamar Campbell ft. Spirit of Praise<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOScUrQpBP8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zOScUrQpBP8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-29895984620096574412009-06-07T18:28:00.004-04:002009-06-07T19:28:35.358-04:00More on my trip to NY<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SixM3pH5amI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YbWdljkh01c/s1600-h/IMG_2397.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SixM3pH5amI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YbWdljkh01c/s320/IMG_2397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344731376597428834" /></a><br /><br />Sunday morning. I take a shower and get dropped off at my grandmother's house. When I walk up the stairs, my dad is standing by the sink washing dishes. The look on his face clearly demonstrates that he did not know I had made the trip. Yes, some black folks know how to keep a secret. Despite not seeing each other in over a decade, our greeting is rather anticlimactic, as my dad is not a touchy-feely guy. No crying or sobbing. Just a quick, powerful hug. After greeting my grandmother, uncle, and aunt, I sat at the kitchen table, ate breakfast, and filled everyone in on what I had been doing during the past seven years.<br /><br />A few hours later, I asked my dad if he wanted to go for a walk, hoping to divulge my sexual orientation as quicky as possible. Under a perfectly blue sky, we walked up and down blocks and talked about a myriad of issues. I never blamed him for his absence or asked if he wished he had made wiser decisions. Simply listening to how intelligently he spoke proved that he had matured immeasurably. Aside from my propensity to use profanity, there were no major disagreements. It was cool to be able to talk to speak to him as an equal. <br /><br />The next day, Memorial Day, assumed the family barbeque would be held at my grandmother's house. Wrong. You see, my grandmother does not enjoy cooking out, although she cooks three meals every day. So, I accompanied my cousin to a family friend's house in Uniondale. Eating more pork and processed foods in one day than I had in the past four months, I reveled in the loud music, hollering children, and cursing. <br /><br />On Tuesday, I decided it was time for me to take my sister into the city. Stopping by Old Navy and a store that sold inexpensive menswear (it was only 52 degrees; he had left our jackets in Georgia), we walked to the bus terminal, bought two fun passes (unlimited bus/train rides for $7.50), and hopped on the N6 bus, headed for Queens. Ten minutes into the ride, a man and woman board the bus and claim to have insufficient funds. Unwilling to leave the bus, the driver threatens to contact the police. Having read about a driver in Brooklyn who was killed under similar circumstances, I remained silent and hoped for a peaceful resolution. In typical New York fashion, people began demanding that the driver permit the non-paying passengers to board. One man requested they get off the bus. As the woman continued to insult the driver, a passenger rushed to the front of the bus and paid the husband's fare. Simultaneously, we took up a collection and paid for the husband. <br /><br />Aside from a little cutie trying to mack to my child, nothing of significance transpired for the remainder of the ride. Getting off at 179th Street and Hillside Avenue, we entered the subway, got on the train, and rode it until we reached 63rd Street and Lexington Avenue. Not seeing any signs directing us to the 6 Train, a man informed us that the train was located three blocks downtown. Leaving the subway, we navigated through the narrow, somewhat crowded streets and arrived at the entry to the 6 Train. <br /><br />Grand Central Station is huge. While first-time tourists took pictures, we were directed to the restoooms by a cautious, female police officer. As I hesitantly approached her, she signaled me not to come too close too soon. Anyway, the lower level of the station smelled like stale air, piss, and food. Yes, folks ate their food and engaged in conversations with abandon. Stepping onto the street, we were directed to 1st Avenue by two friendly workers. Although we could have taken any of the buses, we walked along the streets and took in the sights. Once we got to the United Nations building, I discovered that I had left the spare batteries at my cousin's house. So, we treked back to Staples and bought new ones. Back at the UN, we took pictures, passed through security, and took a look inside.<br /><br />I really enjoyed observing my sister's response, especially when we saw a group of people we wrongly assumed were from China. The woman, dressed in her native clothing, agreed to take a picture with my sister. It was priceless.<br /><br />Despite the cold, windy, and sometimes rainy (light drizzle) conditions, we headed back to GCC. First, however, we stopped by a vending station and bought a container of almonds for $2.00. The prices were so reasonable. You could buy a week's worth of fruits for less than $10.00. Anyway, we caught the 6 (headed uptown), got back on F (headed downtown), and arrived at 42nd Street. Grabbing pizza and Snapple beverages, we ate in Bryant Park, an oasis of tranquility and calmness. Afterwards, I forced my baby to ride on Le Carrousel. After taking picures at the New York Public Library, we headed across the street to an H&M store, where I saw a delicious specimen. It was sheer torture watching him disappear as I rode down the escalator.<br /><br />Thoroughly exhausted, we hopped back on the F Train and headed back to Long Island.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-87077720345806102682009-06-01T19:12:00.004-04:002009-06-01T19:53:17.641-04:00NY Trip_Volume 1<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SiRpyj3DIHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q8MXg_J9QfQ/s1600-h/IMG_2452.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SiRpyj3DIHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Q8MXg_J9QfQ/s320/IMG_2452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342511375308759154" /></a><br /><br />People often say that going home is a difficult proposition for anyone who has been away from the fold for an extended period of time. Filled with a little bit of anxiety, I parked my car at an off-site park-and-ride place and rode the shuttle -with my mom and sister- to Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. Checking-in my baggage with the curbsite skycap ($15/bag!) who initially claimed that I was not listed on the flight, we nagivated through security and parted ways on the train, as they were flying out of a different concourse. I made it to the appropriate departure gate with a little under two hours to spare. <br /><br />Despite the dreary weather, I anticipated what my vacation/family reunion would be like. Ignoring the background noise, I read a little of Marvelyn Brown's book (see homepage). Getting hungry at about 8:15 P.M. (the flight was scheduled to depart at 9:15), I ordered food from a restaurant that sold cheese steaks and chicken fingers. Settling into my seat, I ate and watched the Nuggets-Lakers game. <br /><br />Before I knew it, it was 8:50. Walking back to the gate, I noticed that nearly everyone had already boarded the plane. Fearful of missing the flight, I handed the attendant my ticket and hauled ass to the plane, chastising myself for forgetting that boarding usually begins 30 minutes BEFORE takeoff. Finding a place to store my carry-on, I sat in an aisle seat and watched the safety video. Buckled in and instructed on how to respond in the event of an emergency, I read more of my book and watched an episode of Seinfeld (without sound, since I refused to pay $2 for a headset).<br /><br />Arriving at LaGuardia Airport, I got my bag and was accosted by numerous cabbies who wanted to know if I needed a ride. Walking outside and taking in a breath of that good ole' NY air, I called my favorite cousin (Monique), who was already waiting on me. Throwing my bags in the trunk, we hopped on the Grand Central and headed to Long Island. Looking at the buildings that surround the area, I looked at her and said "I haven't seen projects in such a long time." <br /><br />Before I knew it, we were in Hempstead. Depsite the darkness, I was very aware of my surroundings. Arriving at Monique's apartment, I tossed my bags in my little cousin Eric's room and helped her straighten up. We talked, cleaned, and listened to gospel music until about 2:00 A.M. After ensuring that my uncle had retrieved my sister and mother from JFK, I brushed my teeth, laid across Eric's bunk bed (bottom, of course) and went to sleep.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-14112575209905856132009-05-30T21:29:00.002-04:002009-05-30T21:36:56.534-04:00Back from NY!I had a blast. It was soo good to catch up with family and friends who I have not seen in over seven years. I hit the city so hard (with my baby sister, of course) that I had to sleep in for a day. I definitely have to visit more often; at least every two years. Anyhow, I'll post a blog about that later. For now, I want to post a video that I have fallen in love with. I know some folks don't agree with my decision to post videos depicting gospel artists, but I don't care. As I've said before, the messenger, in many cases, is not as important as the message. Enjoy!<br /><br />"God in Me," by Mary Mary<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/70W_umYLq9k&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/70W_umYLq9k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-20937824929745783992009-05-15T23:17:00.004-04:002009-05-15T23:28:08.315-04:00Annie (Don't Wear no Panties)Erykah Badu is the shit! Her creativity and willingness to abandon convention pemit her to create one-of-a-kind music. However, a lot of her stuff is not played on major radio stations. Aside from <em>Baduizm</em>, none of her other cds have received much attention. As we are inclined to purchase music that receives a lot of airplay, I didn't purchase <em>Mama's Gun</em> until a few years ago. Man, I was blown away. <br /><br />One day, while watching Ms. Badu perform on VH1-Soul, I heard a song that I thought was a joke. As always, the beats and instrumentation were on point, but the lyrics had me in stitches. Nobody believed that she'd actually written a song about a woman (herself) who doesn't wear underwear. So, here it is.<br /><br />"Annie (Don't Wear No Panties)," by Erykah Badu<br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=38201460">Erykah Badu - Annie (Don't Wear No Panties)</a><br/><object width="425px" height="360px" ><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=38201460,t=1,mt=video"/><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=38201460,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-81015916763035149772009-05-09T20:12:00.003-04:002009-05-09T20:43:41.079-04:00What I've been up to...Not much, actually. Aside from working and working out, I have been reading a lot more lately. Right now I'm reading <em>The Naked Truth: Young, Beautiful, and (HIV) Positive</em> by Marvelyn Brown. Additionally, I'm reading a book titled <em>Jocks</em>, which consists of a series of stories about gay high school and college athletes. Speaking of books, I am trying to get mine ready for the copyright office. It's interesting when you revisit something you have stepped away from. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but my writing is damn good. I can't wait to see it on the shelves in bookstores nationwide. If only I could stick to my dictation schedule. <br /><br />I'm also going on vacation later this month. I have not decided whether I want to go to San Francisco or New York. I have not been back to the Big Apple since 2002. I'll probably head on to my hometown and visit my family members, especially my father, who I have not seen since about 1996 (give or take a year). It will be interesting to see how we respond to each other. From conversations we've had, I get the feeling he is expecting me to behave as I did when I was a teenager, which is not going to happen. My biggest concern, however, is how he will respond when I acknowledge my sexual orientation. From what my mom and sisters have told me, he's curious as to why I'm not dating a woman. Actually, a lot of my family members want to know what I've been up to since I've been in the "Dirty South." Although, in my opinion, everyone always thought I'd develop into a homo, I was never "out" to anyone in NY. It will indeed be interesting to see how everything goes down. I'm sure he'll be disappointed.<br /><br />Aside from that, the one and only Losojosnuevos is doing well. I'm still not dealing with Kindheart too much. I think it would be too painful to attempt to be friends after experiencing intimate moments (which I enjoyed). He's called me twice this week, but I haven't returned his call; there's really not much to say. Like James Ingram said "There's just no easy way to break somebody's heart." I'll continue to pray that he will find someone who will honor his positive attributes. <br /><br />I'll try to blog a little more often. Have a wonderful weekend, y'all.<br /><br />"Betch'll Never Find Another," by Chantay Savage<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq470zxsVT0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq470zxsVT0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-27455710858991245182009-05-02T20:00:00.003-04:002009-05-02T20:19:23.975-04:00Better DaysI just finished reading a book about the Rwanda genocide. Titled <em>Left to Tell</em>, the book chronicles the author's life before, during, and after the event that claimed the lives of nearly 1 million Tutsis. More than simply an autobiographical account of the Rwandan Holocaust, Immacule Ilibagiza chronicles her journey to forgiveness, faith, and self-actualization. I asked myself many questions once I finished reading the last page: Could I have endured living (silently) in a cramped bathroom with seven other people for three months? Would I have had the fortitude to bury the remains of my slaughtered loved ones months after their demise? Could I have faced and forgiven their murderers? It is truly an amazing story.<br /><br />Deplorable events can test the will of the most faithful. However, I have come to understand the importance of not becoming consumed by the evil deeds that can befall any of us. More importantly, anyone who wishes to enjoy the experience of living on planet Earth must be resilient and internalize the belief system that there will always be better days ahead.<br /><br />"Better Days," by Dianne Reeves<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlFj9iCnaIE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dlFj9iCnaIE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-81150611142657034342009-04-24T18:29:00.004-04:002009-04-24T19:03:31.922-04:00Who's Got it Worse in the LGBT Community?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SfJE1I3B8hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/u5ImpxpDSXY/s1600-h/LGBT.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdAISkGb2tU/SfJE1I3B8hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/u5ImpxpDSXY/s320/LGBT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328396988834771474" /></a><br /><br />I don't mean to be biased or anything, but I believe my lesbian sisters are likely to experience LESS hostility than gay men, bisexuals, and transgendered people. Whether it's looking at hate crime statistics or just the overall societal perception, lesbians seem to fare better. With the exception of Sakia Gunn, I do not recall hearing or reading about any lesbians (in the United States) being attacked or killed. Pondering the rationale for my observation, I can only surmise that the reason for the increased hostility toward gay men is as follows. Perceived heterosexual men perpetuate the vast majority of hate crimes. As men are conditioned from an early age to not strike women, the cultural expectation overrides their desire to seek retribution against lesbians. Further, men look stupid when they attack females, regardless of sexual orientation. From what I've read, men are more likely to react negatively (or violently) toward lesbians after their sexual advances are rebuffed. <br /><br />Bisexuals are also characterized negatively. Often seen as "straddling the fence," their existence is used to refute the possibility that sexual orientation is a genetic, hard-wired attribute, leading to increased vilification from WITHIN the LGBT community. <br /><br />I cannot end this post without acknowledging my transgender brothers/sisters. They, of all people, experience extreme prejudice and hatred. It seems that not a day goes by without learning about the murder of a transgender woman (especially in Memphis, Tennessee). Also, gender identify is commonly cited as the reason for sexual orientation legislation being stalled or abandoned completely. It's completely unfair and unjustifiable. <br /><br />Now that I've kicked my soapbox aside, it's time for y'all to vent.John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-39116843923086925502009-04-09T19:47:00.002-04:002009-04-09T19:54:49.766-04:00Dr. LoveI'm an old soul, and I love it! Growing up, I recall listening to my aunts and uncles jam to soul, r&B, disco, and the blues. As I've gotten older, I have a newfound respect for how creative artist were back in the day. Whereas society permits present-day artists to be extremely graphic, they had to conceive of ways to talk about taboo subjects. Y'all remember "Me and Mrs. Jones?" I never had a clue that Billy Paul (the singer) was singing about an extramarital affair. Anyway, this song has been on my mind, so I'm putting it out there. Enjoy!<br /><br />"Dr. Love," by First Choice<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbCsAHVPaPQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbCsAHVPaPQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-53693758544453301052009-04-02T18:58:00.002-04:002009-04-02T19:16:21.299-04:00Do you believe in signs?Personally, I do not. Not anymore. I am of the opinion that only my creator knows what is to come. Many people seem to be so consumed with the future. Why is that? Why can't we just be patient and live in the present moment? What's so bad about the unknown. In my humble opinion, the sad part about waiting around for a harbinger of what's to come is that the event of significance may be overlooked. We're supposed to be surprised! That said, I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting a little comfort or assurance. What do I do when I'm faced with uncertainly? After obsessing for a minute, I say a little prayer and keep it moving. Why? Because I choose to believe that if my intentions and motivations are sound, the end result will be favorable (most of the time).John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21222849.post-6852800603992114312009-03-30T21:02:00.002-04:002009-03-30T21:40:19.567-04:00Brother in Massachusetts Attacks Three Sisters, Beheads OneA 23-year-old Haitian-American man in Milton, Massachusetts was shot dead after attacking his three younger sisters on March 28, 2009. After beheading his 5-year-old sister, -in the presence of a police officer- Kerby Revelus chased his wounded 9-year-old sister into a room and attacked her as his 17-year-old sister lay dead on the floor. Reports indicate Mr. Revelus had a tendency to react violently, as police had been called to the house in the past. This horrific event occurred one day after the family celebrated Bianca's fifth birthday.<br /><br />Tragic events like these underscore the importance of minorities taking advantage of mental health services. Too often, we write off or normalize adverse behaviors by making passive remarks: "Oh, that's just the way Uncle So-and-So is," "Cousin Sue is a little touched," or "Only crazy people go to see the psychiatrist." We have to acknowledged that we are as susceptible to mental breakdowns as our Caucasian counterparts. Seeking help to cope with a mental illness or transient emotional distress does not make a person crazy. In my opinion, a crazy person does not work toward ameliorating existing stressors or take advantage of available resources. Be well and keep the Revelus family in your thoughts, meditations, and prayers. <br /><br />Beheading in Milton, Massachusetts<br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.necn.com/avp24.swf?cjr9[u1)ssx_lzow[l6CUs2in&n8PlWJuSA;?Pc~TII^VZ @c12P${'fHOk2!:5(C(H]&Y~W,.p{ 5OZ.@v$89K[qtI.7A-qf4Vs{|7'(o_1>Djaz1?oFNdjMvon]b.OlZHlP,3,Lmc<Xb$j5D#u)Cc0E-=rzKFF'JussJ*7v>49h=@Xh]O,=x0f-< cxp c66Jo50$#2U?O|kmqQR(S(vVHe3'w?)m_clxypi'9v!D&)^EkIN-I6~eZl.d:" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" width="320" height="240"></embed>John the Scribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07669725739026596311noreply@blogger.com2