After frantically complaining and pondering for the last 4 days over how to produce a show on the legality of drones to fight the Taliban and Al Qaeda, not only did I pull off a solid show, but I got props from the host:
“Just wanted to say — great booking. Glad we got on the UN Special Rapporteur (Philip Alston). He was an important voice. Nice job.”
Moments like these are cherished. Slick booking skillz FTW.
And I get to go into work at 1:30 tomorrow. Tonight’s gonna be a good night.
TFLN: (630): I didnt realize til after I got out of her apartment and into the lobby that we lived in the same building.
Right now, I’m spending the weekend in Bealeton, VA with my uncle and cousins. You can pretty much call it BFE, since it’s 90 minutes from my house and I have to pass by dilapidated barns and pastures full of cows to get there.
Anyways, it was time to see some family. Plus, anytime I come out here, it’s like I’m a superstar. My cousins (Ernest, Jr. - 16, James - 7 and Bonnie - 4) go GAGA anytime I make an appearance. Aside from clearing my head, I love the fact that driving out here for peace and quiet always includes:
a.) my cousins getting berated in a different language
b.) LOADS of Ghanaian food - plantaines, fish, chicken
c.) a somewhat brainy (and hopefully lucrative) scheme made up by my uncle to go back to Africa a rich man — at the moment, it’s repackaging/reselling used clothes from DC to send to kids less fortunate in Africa…we’ll see how that turns out
d.) the observation of one country trying to understand another…case in point, through entertainment.
Love it. Here’s to a weekend away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I can wait a week or so for the cherry blossoms.
I hate to be a Negative Nancy on a Friday (albeit it’s gloomy in DC, and I’ve been in an awkward funk the WHOLE week)…but a culmination of ignorant comments and self-centered bozos (moreso on Facebook) have been putting me off. GAH.
For instance, I check my Facebook feed after a work meeting today and see this post from a high school friend. Truth be told, I had a huge crush on her back in the day, but that’s neither here nor there. Anyways, let’s call her Sally:
Sally *****: Hey guys my fan page is up! Be sure to support Sally. I’m getting this one thing at a time!
Making a fan page FOR YOURSELF and then subsequently announcing it to the whole world is in just bad taste. I don’t care if you have 3,000+ “friends.” I don’t care if you’re trying to be the next Oprah. This is not ballin’. Agreed?
Again, 11th grade bitterness is showing through…