I love the name. The hard part about having the name "Cyrus" is not accepting the idea of having a son or daughter with a typical name but I swear on "errything," the name "Frank" will be at least the middle name of my first child.
There are too many greats who have donned such an honorable title.
Frank Sinatra. My all-time favorite musician.
Frank White. My all-time favorite on-screen good/bad/good guy. Love you Christopher Walken!
Frank White. My all-time favorite hip-hop artist. Also known, of course, by Notorious B.I.G.
Frank Rizzo. If you have no idea who Frank Rizzo is, then please exit my thoughts right now. (laugh)
Honestly though, something about the name Frank really does it to me. I figure if my father can name me "Cyrus" over Cyrus from "The Warriors," then my future first born can have Frank somewhere in their name. I am still not sold on it being a first name because I am for the names which stick out.
Now do not get it twisted. I am not going to name my son John and have it spelled "Jhonny" or Sean and have it spelled "Chon" but instead I want a name like:
Montario. (Which means I have to not only have unprotected sex with my home girl Shananananaaz but also welcome a child with her.)
Okay, now I really want the name Montario for my first child. Unfortunately though, I could only have it with Shanananananaz. The connection of Ontario and Montreal and me mistakingly saying "Montario" to her? (laugh) Memories.
And the point of this thought?
Frank wins. Always.
Goofy. Goofy. Goofy.
This photo holds a lot of memories in the back of my head and it is one I am not only surprised to have stored away in PhotoBucket(.com), but happy to see.
I have found myself realizing one simple fact. I appreciate and enjoy the moment.
I have had my fair share of relationships, surprisingly considering how limited my 'free' time is, but with the exception of my home girl "G-Money," Goofy has to be one of my most favorite girlfriends.
You know when you get into a relationship and as much as you would hope it will last forever, ultimately it does not and you are left with those fatal words:
"We'll always be friends..."
The interesting thing about me and Goofy is we never made our relationship status turn into: "Boyfriend" and "Girlfriend" but it definitely was. Something about our bond during this particular span sticks to my guts and my mind, always. It was having a relationship with no strings attached and no commitments. The best way to describe it is being married but having the pre-nuptial agreement signed .
We had sleepovers, he had times together, public outings, and just everything you would want in a relationship. (laugh) Skipping the fireworks on the Fourth of July and heading out to a Mexican Restaurant and then heading back home to lay on the couch and watch "Finding Nemo" (her choice) and then "He Got Game" (my choice).
I still remember our first date and me telling her she "had" to come back and spend the night with me. (laugh) The agreement? I "had" to watch "The Notebook" with her. (laugh) Great memories.
Goofy made me realize there is so much to appreciate and enjoy in a relationship. Even to this day there are no issues and while not as much as the past, we can still toss out a few jokes and talk it up. She turned my appreciation for the New York Yankees into a full-blown obsession while I gave her a couple of doggies to lick her face and surround her constantly during our trips together. (laugh)
I do not want to be the so-called "player" and I do not want to find the love of my life by any stretch of the imagination, but I want a girl like Goofy again. Someone I can kick it with and enjoy life. Do the simple things, laugh it up, worry about how the Knicks (or my Nets) are going to pull off a must-make three-point shot with 2.4 seconds left in the game and one timeout left.
I know I am rambling and my words may not even make sense, but I had to let them spill out. As simple as it sounds, just enjoy life, the people you meet, good or bad, and be adventurous. Even if I do not meet another Goofy, I hope you get an opportunity to.
Happiness. No matter the situation, I look back at the fun we had and smile. Life is about experiencing, at least in my opinion, and not looking too deep into what the future holds. Enjoy the temporary stuff, laugh it up and have some fun, motherfunkers!
Words alone cannot express how much of an impact this song, especially he music video, has on me. There are so many memories of my childhood in Rome, New York which come to mind and having visited my old stomping ground last year for Thanksgiving 13 years since I had previously been there and feeling the same love, seeing the same sights and being around people who have always loved me?
Love. Love. Love.
I respect people who find their love in material items and other people, but there is something so nostalgic about certain things which bring me back to a place I cannot even fully describe.
It is funny how life is, some of your worst memories from a certain period of life can help make you appreciate and enjoy your current conditions. Ahhh. Just play the record, close your eyes and go to this special place with me.
If this is not considered pornography, I have no idea what is. Wow. Kate Upton's breasts? Incredible. Her toe game and backside are not impressive but her breasts? To call them beautiful would be disrespectful. Holy.
My life is changed, or rather enhanced, and I have biking to blame, thank, adore.
I posted up some thoughts on the "bike life" a few weeks ago but I cannot stress how much of a positive impact it has had on me these past few months. Actually, I believe I started on September 29 and minus a mini-vacation, I have kept consistent with daily bike rides.
I used to be into jogging, hence, "A Jogging Session With Cyrus," but I have really embraced biking. Now do not get it twisted, you are not going to catch me with the spandex and neon-colored straps on my feet, but in terms of a helmet, gloves, dope smile and enthusiasm all packed onto a bike?
I am breathing deeper, thinking more concisely and the energy to win and see life as a win-win no matter the situation?
Everyone has to, or should, find their own high and if you are looking for a way to bring new energy to your life, I highly suggest investing in a bike (or snatching one from a family member or even a junk yard), fixing it up and going out there. Nothing serious, just a few miles, headphones on deck and life waiting ahead of you.
As much as I love Kanye West, well, you know, respect him and all, I cannot co-sign on his decision to don the Confederate flag on his gear. Sure, I am all about rebelling and flipping meanings but something people have to really take seriously is the overall impact. Granted, I really believe the argument of, "What about the kids" is an extremely weak one but in this case, just think of the widespread meaning.
Can you imagine how many uneducated people could take Kanye's gear and think they can pull it off as well? Again, I know I am coming across as some Christian, Jesus-worshipping and civil rights reppin' protestor, but the point of the matter is there has to be some logic placed into this.
I completely respect Kanye's decision to be different and to chart previously uncharted territories but at some points he goes a bit beyond and, in my opinion, does not think of the greater meaning and consequence. Piz to the zow.
I cannot quite explain it, but I am borderline gayly in love with the rap persona which makes up Action Bronson. (laugh) Bromance to the extreme. There is something so raw, gritty and yet beautiful about the rhymes Bronson throws out day in and day out.
Much like the Notorious B.I.G., there are hardly, if any, rhymes I could say did not live up to the pre-listen hype. I am sucked into his bars, his descriptions, the vivid stories and the obnoxious stories.
Even as I let these thoughts spill out, I am bopping my head to his The Product EP and cannot believe how incredible it is.
Just take a look at his song descriptions. They scream out painful beauty. Make room, he someone fits into my all-time Top 5 favorite hip-hop artists of, er, all-time. (laugh)
You can have your own prejudices or issues with him, but when I can listen to an artist and find no faults or even if there are faults, they are beautiful imperfections, there's no doubt they are moguls to me.
Action Bronson. Awesomeness.
(laugh) Say what you want, but I absolutely love this. Maybe it is because Kat had been away from the blogosphere for so long dealing with the immigration complication but something about this has me rolling and applauding at the same time.
Love. Love. Love. Love it!
Meeting women at the gym, a dream come true, right?
I have been fortunate enough to be down with a few gyms and I must admit my Club Metro down the street is the absolute best I have ever been to. For some reason, even in my middle school and high school days, I always dreamed of meeting my "dream girl" at the gym.
Think about it, she would be someone interested in having their bodies right, ideally have some type of good eating habits and um, be good at sex, by theory, right?
Unfortunately, as I have started to really take the gym extremely seriously (45-minute daily morning work-outs), I have realized the last thing I want to do is put myself in a situation where I would want to flirt. Even more, whether we want to admit it or not, but we all go to the gym because of some personal insecurities.
As much as I would love to say I go to the gym for good exercise, I know it is because I want to have porn star-ready abs, thighs just begging to have a girl go cowgirl crazy and well, you get it. You cannot tell me the same is not true about you, or at least someone you know who goes to they gym.
I see women at my gym and I know either they have kids they are trying to get away from or they're really trying to work away at some part of their body they're ashamed of.
I think the best comparison to what I am trying to get across is flirting with a shorty (or someone you are attracted to) at a therapy waiting room. Even Tony Soprano went through this. The initial thoughts are crazy!
"Wow, she's gorgeous. She's smart. She's great!"
But then, most times after the fact, you really start to piece things together. "Wait, I 'did' meet her at Dr. Murphy's office." Then you find out she has been going for suicide counseling. Or maybe she's bi-polar?
The same, in my opinion, is the case with trying to meet my dream girl at the gym. No matter how cute or attractive someone is, there's something or someone forcing her to the gym to let loose.
This has turned into a sad but honest reality.