AFROBLOG

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the infinite abyss, revisited

The following comes off as a pathetic cry for help, which wasn't the intention. Don't worry, I'm not suicidal. I'll start a new different Afro-blog in March. Stay tuned.
I know it's been a long time since I wrote anything here, which must be especially disappointing since I promised to write more if a certain threshold of positive comments was met, and it was.

I will make no excuses, but let me just catalog some facts about myself:

1. I'm in Africa
2. I'm about to turn 30
3. I've lost a lot of money recently
4. I'm not a very talented or even very coherent writer
5. I'm essentially undatable

What I'm saying is I'm caught in a vicious tornado of self-doubt and self-loathing, and right now the notion that I'm capable of producing some kind of high-quality creative work seems as realistic to me as the notion that I'll be drafted into the NBA.




So I'm shutting down this blog for good. Everyone wave bye-bye to BOG; I hope you all enjoyed its run.

fire sale

A list of things that cost more than a single share of Citigroup. The list is not meant to be comprehensive.

• A happy meal
• A pint of beer
• Replacement buttons for a Hugo Boss shirt
• Renting a pair of ice skates
• A used copy of Metroid for the NES
• A 5-minute Skype call to a cell phone in Tanzania
• A pack of cigarettes
  
• A general admission youth ticket to a Brooklyn Cyclones game
• A share of Hudson City Bankcorp
  
• The ATM fee at the LES Citibank location
  

drunk post

i cant stop watching it

Here. I know this is 10,000 years old in internet time. Think of it as archaeology.

QUESTIONS:

• Is that the black Scarlett Johansson?
• Why is Lukas Haas one of the groomsmen?
• You realize T-Pain is leading the choir, right?
• What's the deal with Fonzworth Bentley? (imagine I just said that in a Seinfeld voice)
  
• Why are those two girls fighting?
  
• Who is the guy at the end who refers to a "pimping dynasty" (think he's playing the organ at the beginning too)?
  

they year of living dangerously, part III

the year of living dangerously, part II

Addendum: I was strangely affected by the footage of Jesse Jackson crying. I don't even like Jesse Jackson.

the year of living dangerously, part I

my life in pictures

Here.

Also, the house I grew up in is for sale. It's selling for the same price my parents sold it for six years ago.

rip

The private life of one man shall be a more illustrious monarchy,—more formidable to its enemy, more sweet and serene in its influence to its friend, than any kingdom in history. For a man, rightly viewed, comprehendeth the particular natures of all men.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson