Sunday, December 20, 2009

Deuces: Down Under, The Year 2010

I'll be on the other side of the world for a few weeks.  I wanted a way to keep you all engaged and stay abreast of you and your thoughts between now and February, so I've listed some magazines below for you to mull over.  I plan to spend most of 2010 writing for a few of them, pitching articles to the rest, and getting feedback here. If you want to reach out to me in the mean time leave a comment or shoot me an e-mail at  See you in the New Year....


Go there.  Get the rice balls.  Seriously.

305 Bedford Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11211

Saturday, December 19, 2009

February 26th, 2010

My uncle left the Navy for New York City around the time I was born. He spent his first summer there with a shipmate who lived in Harlem before settling in with my parents in Brooklyn a few months later.  I've literally been close to the man my whole life.  When I reached my teens he would take me back Uptown every so often.  Especially in the summers, when he would pitch in here and there to help Greg, who would be busy running the popular Entertainers Basketball Classic tournament at Rucker Park.

In some ways, Harlem has represented a personal right of passage, a marker that moved forward with me in age and maturation.  When I went with my uncle I was caught up in the blur of hustle and flash of the personalities that surrounded the EBC and the barbershops, brownstones, and fried fish joints they frequented.  When I got my first job in midtown Manhattan after college, I would be in Harlem for social events organized by local associations like the New York Urban League, of which I was a member. When most of my friends from out of state would come to the city, we'd go out to some hipster spot in lower Manhattan or midtown and would usually end the night crashing somewhere in Harlem - a friend, a relative, someone always had an apartment there. 

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Lessons Learned On The Lecture Circuit

I barely recognized the article I wrote for Hemispheres after it went through the editing process.  This was actually a refreshing change of pace for me.  For some time my pieces were applauded and taken as is without any real constructive criticism.  It tells me Hemispheres has a purposeful editorial staff that puts readers first.  I likes.  Any future contributions would provide the first real writing challenge I've had in some time. Plus, the article still came out interesting in the end. [Read the article at Hemispheres]

Thursday, December 3, 2009


If a meaningful life is the most valuable of currencies, then investing in experiences whose memories will last a lifetime will net a greater return than any accumulation of temporary trappings.  A weekend spent moving stuff for other people only reaffirmed my notion that we all had too much of it.  Lately, I've made an honest effort to rid myself of things I don't need or use and spend more of my excess earnings on those experiences (and quality items) - a concert, a road trip, a night out on the town, a wardrobe with legs.  I imagine if George were still around, he'd agree and then some.