...Sunday Mo Jo...

…It’s already 1:25 and I still don’t feel alive…I’ve spent all day drinking coffee and listening to musicians tell me what life has to offer me…let’s take the R-train uptown and see if any of this is true…but first, I gotta finish this cup of Sunday Mo Jo…I have to say, this pot is delicious…which in a sense is a lie…because coffee has never struck oneself as delicious…it’s good…but “delicious” to me usually describes food, or it was the name of the stripper from last night…weathermen are claiming a Nor'easter is on its way…so, at least we can look forward to not experiencing a Nor'easter…had the weathermen not said one was coming, most people believed there was still a chance in April, but now we know there most likely will not because they said there will be…those that run Las Vegas should have weathermen as their target audience…Relief break…you ever exit the Jon and have a feeling of satisfaction like you’ve just accomplished something…work, well done…that was rhetorical because I know you have…how many youths do you think have purchased Rims, but don’t have their license, nevermind a car, yet?...as far as a condiment for your Sunday Mo Jo solution, Cat Power truly is “The Greatest”…tell me a better CD to listen to when hungover, sipping coffee, trying to return back, it’s raining out and your roommate is playing the trumpet, nose style, while sleeping in the other room – so you’ve got to drown his talent out with something more soothing than that crap…snoring like that can’t be healthy…he should get that check out…and I’m going to check out this growing culture of posing as a bum and then finding oneself in “Steve’s Bagels” with a so fresh and so clean haircut…recalling when this here blog originated…I know…let the nostalgia settle in…I first began with writing about my journey to an interview…I think it had something to do with teaching…whatever man…R-train uptown to somewhere in Manhattan, and what appeared to be a bum came on the train and played “Nowhere Man”…I think The Beatles cover this guy’s song…dude looked approx. my age, but didn’t sport deodorant, and had hair down to his shoulders, which I’ve realized I’ll never be able to accomplish…I have a policy that I give bums change if they play a good song…I gave this dude change for playing “Nowhere Man” and apparently added to his shit bagel and hairs cut funds…this makes me feel good, but also develops a slight skepticism in what used to be a full trust in bums…they’re good peoples…however, I’ve noticed lately, that bums are getting lazy…another train experience…a bum walked on the train and just stuck her hand out…no song, no limp for sympathy…no Bible reading…just a-hey, exclaiming, “Give it to me”…um, no…I don’t walk up to them, demanding a song or assuming a catechism lesson…these are privileges…that we all try to avoid…privileges…and so is this cup of Sunday Mo Jo…Mo Fo…and we’ve also learned recently that having a radio show is a privilege too…the fiasco about the Don Imus comments, calling the Rutgers Women’s Bball team “Nappy Headed Hoes” will soon dwindle away like the outrage over the much worse Katrina tragedy…and, it’s over…the true change this has made is that my average yearly vomit occurrence has risen…because we’ve had to listen to old white folk debate the impact of rap lyrics intertwind with this Imus controversy…MSNBC and CBS made bold decisions to protect their PR cheeks…but just when you think America has lost perspective, sitcom “7th Heaven” comes on and that preachin’ father saves the day…and provides me with the realization that Jessica Biel is not the reason I started watching the show, and just purchased the newest “7th Heaven” DVD…it includes extra footage, explaining how preacher man and wife had enough time to create all those babies…I think Imus and the Rutgers’ bball team watched “7th Heaven” when they met to chat over their differences…and there is no show that can convey our similarities like “7th Heaven”…and I type corrected…sorry Cat Power…-“7th Heaven” is the best condiment for this Cup of Sunday Mo Jo…