Black Tie Lounge

Everybody is interested in what is going on with me. At least I'd like to think so. Last weekend my good friend and old room mate got married. It was a very beautiful wedding. I got to go snowboarding for the first time at his bachelor party. I'm loosing my point here. I'll come back to that. Probably not. So, it is official. Well it has been official for the past two months. I just chose not to talk about it. I'm partnering with a college friend to help launch a clothing line. The process has been a growing experience. Two months in and things are turning up a notch as we work toward some grassroots fundraising. This month has got to be the month that I've had so much going on. The crazy thing is that I'm not even working full-time in my field yet. I pretty much gave up on anything agency related. Not because I couldn't do it, but because . . . well actually no doors were opening, even if the door opened it wouldn't pay enough, and even if it did I'

I gave a shout out to the Very Smart Brothas earlier today and happened to find another blog that I can't agree with more in Stuff Black People Hate . Unfortunately the site is no longer host new posts. So, to honor it's witty humor and honest social commentary, I will now invite you to check out a post that had me dying laughing. It's about the names black people give their children. This is a topic of conversation that will never get old amongst brothers and sisters. Just when I think my people have moved forward, I meet another kid at my youth center with a name will alert every future employer what race he or she is, or a name that will only work well if he or she becomes an entertainer of sorts. Sad but true. Check out the article and let me know what you think.

Pride is definitely a mutha. Here are some interesting words about living at home and being grown from the Very Smart Brothas . Tell me what you think. I'm Out