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[NEW BOOK ALERT] Friendly Backstabbing 2

In celebration of International Friendship Day, Baltimore author Crystal Coghlan releases the second installment of her “Friendly Backstabbing” series “The Hospital”. A short but good read. Enjoy. Crystalcoghlan.com

Friendly Backstabbing 2 The Hospital

Just Maybe

Somewhere along the way, someone convinced you that you werent enough

Maybe you forgot who you are
Maybe you dont know the power you possess or who you are created to be

Maybe you gave someone permission to put you on the back burner
Maybe you think you deserve leftovers…

You Dont

And the moment you embrace yourself, in all that you are…
Thats the day the world will open up for you

The Concert Bring Back!

Alas, the year is off to an OK start with some concert line ups on the horizon. I remember my yester years and the ghosts of cancelled concerts past. R.I.P. to my Tame Impala tickets, and that rained out Third Eye Blind show at Merriweather. Who could forget the Foo Fighters concerts that are sold out before you can click the link. I cant imagine life without dodging resale tickets, long bathroom lines, overpriced beer and swaying to the soundtracks of my adolescence. Unfortunately, the last few years have taken a toll on my live music experiences. When I did get out, I was double masked and prayerful. This year, my confidence is up and I will be doing the same. First on the list for me is The 3 Chambers Tour with Raekwon, Gza and Ghostface at Baltimore Soundstage! Wu Tang Forever! What’s first on your concert bring back lineup?

Make sure you are staying safe when you’re out and use your intuition at some of these venues. I’ll be posting other live music news as the year continues. Happy Concert Hunting!

[Thoughts] Is Everything Dead…Again?

Greetings from the apocalypse…again. If you are reading this, the hyperbolic umbrella corporation hasnt wiped us all from civilization just yet. Covid is still hanging around and has done damage in more ways than imaginable. Unfortunately, we lost some loved ones, of whom are irreplaceable. We’ve lost some Mom and Pop local businesses during the pandemic. We’ve lost our empathy towards others. This is a safe space, for you and I, reader. Lets talk about the death of it all. The death of empathy. The death of privacy. The death of optimism. The death of our hopes and dreams as we know it. Or…not?

In 2022, there are those that see the glass half empty. There are those that see a glass half full. There are those that dont even see a fucking glass at this point. I salute you, all of you. Let us consider…this one last hurrah, that all is not lost. What if hope is on the other side of the horizon, the one we forgot to look for? What if healthy, maskless, mouth breathers live on in our imagination? What if we have the courage to see them into existence? Are we brave enough to dream of a simple smokers cough in walmart, yet again; no more pearl clutching the inevitable?!

Let us rise up and take heart. We are stronger than we think. Let this serve as a declaration of life and the ability to overcome anything. Hang in there baby!

[Article] Habit vs. Addiction| Alvernia Online

Ah, February…that wonderful month where you get to reevalute your new years resolutions and breaking bad habits. I was having a discussion with my sister earlier today about addictions. She referred to certain behaviors as habits and not addictions. It made me wonder if I had confused the two over time, or hadn’t given habits much credit. Of course, this discussion sparked a rabbit hole journey I’m now knee deep into. Check out this article from Alvernia, and let me know your thoughts and opinions on habits vs addictions.

https://online.alvernia.edu/articles/habit-vs-addiction/

Hello, Please

Welcome back, reader friends.
How’s it been? I see you’ve gotten a bit older. A smidge taller. We could re cap the last year or just pick up in an entirely new arena.Would you like that?

Who blogs anymore anyway? Times are a changing, I see.
Well shit, what are you into these days?
I’m all over the place myself. Lets say we meet up again soon and really catch up. Stay Safe in these covid streets.Tah Tah for now.
-Jewel

Grow

As you grow and you’re pruned, the world crashes down around you defaulting to ash.

The dust of the ones you loved and thought loved you too, all scattered into miniscule fragments.

The after glow of day knowing you are destined to live the life of a phoenix. Whats always yours has always been, and will forever be.

Leave me to my thoughts, the ones you are mad when I express…the ones you cant control. The life you think you possess and the one I behold.

Those who watch the storms come…dare I beg you, pray them away?

And whats wrong with chasing waterfalls? The rivers and lakes I know are drying up like fadded memories and things I love to forget. Hate to remember you and the summers we fell in aubile laughter created in love.

I’m pretty sure Ive exhausted myself.

Make Cynicism Great Again

I bring you greetings from the hyperbolic death bed of a conspiracy theorist; here is my eulogy.

I saw a tweet from Yoko Ono, wishing Paul McCartney a Happy Birthday. As tradition would have it, I quoted the tweet and added a “Paul is Dead” for good measure. As I scrolled the comments to see who had done the same, I was disappointed. No one had mentioned Paul’s very non existent death, a theory as old as the Beatles themselves. What a fucking world”, I thought to myself…”or am I just old?”
The state of the current free world (pun intended) is in upheaval. Anarchy of sorts is upon us and many are excited or scared to death of: the pandemic, the importance of Black lives, killer hornets, the return of sports, a president and his twitter account as my list could continue on and on. What I am NOT seeing is a bunch of the conspiracy theorist in record numbers. Where are the people who believe this is all a government cover up to bring on the new world order? Where are the breakdowns about the book of Revelation and mark of the beast? Where are the urban legends about the loc ness monster in the chlamydia infested artic ocean? In my Lestat voice “come out come out, wherever you are.” Lets make modern philosophy and cynicism great again.