So, what’s shaking in the AlphaTheGreat world these days, you ask?

Well, well, my lovelies… not too much has transpired since my last entry. We are still at war. I still dig Cali weather. Coffee and I have a scandalous love affair. Muse is in hiding (word on the street is she got an extreme makeover – home addition).

She’s moving. What I’m looking for: studio or 1-bed apartment, with a pool and balcony. Neighborhood is flexible (although I’m partial to beach settings). Small space is fine for this NJ native (um, did I mention that I’ve lived in LA for a year and a half, and the only furniture I have purchased is my computer desk). Let’s just say, my existence is rather bare. Nothing compared to my NY spread. Regression into simpler times (tangible items are SO overrated).

She’s grooving. Maybe you’ve seen her on Soul Train (should be airing soon), or perhaps in a movie with Forrest Whittaker (not sure of the name), but ATG should be gracing your television screens (small extra parts, dancing diva, studio show audience)… look for the golden fro.

She’s cruising. So I’m enrolling in a course at UCLA for a certificate in the combined Print & Broadcast Journalism program. Methinks I would like to learn a bit more about reporting and unbiased writing. Takes anywhere from 1-5 years to complete, so it looks like Grad School is on hold (not ready to take on thousands more in school loan debt, I dig eating out and perusing LA too much at this juncture).

She’s choosing. Work. Life. Work. Passion. Dream. Realization… what’s your story? what's your dream? So I’m working from home these days. Dig it. I’m a Sr. Corporate Trainer, training a company of 500+ employees on computer applications. I roll out of bed (Pee Wee Herman style) and teach via an online tool and phone line (in my pajamas, mind you). She’s in love with being in love with loving to love with her work situation. Home Office, we salute you.

She’s Who’s-In. 26, the year of the Alpha… I’m digging this aging like fine wine thing. Although my adoration of the East Coast shall never cease, the West keeps this invisible girl with the tan skin smiling.

More to come about love, life and the pursuit of happiness. I’ve got bunches to say about the currentaffairs du jour, but alas, my sweets, we must wait another time for me to impart my small batch of erudition to this American Idle microcosm....

Nuptials
Bereavement
Life…

Begins

She wished it away
(with a devilish grin)

The world is a cycle
And my heads got the spins.

Getthisgirlsometurbulentspace

Cause the runner of race
Just got me in

Firs movers always
Make room for more cake.

Cause vanilla fields are sinking
And chocolate thunder got baked

Tie me a “NOT”
Her tubes are all twisted
This tornadoes eye
Have already been misted
(get this girl some weather veins)

Her life’s-blood pumps through
Despite all the rain
If the sun shines upon her
Her hair gets too tame

The storm passed last night
While she examined a book
The author persisted
While stories were mistook

All was a farce
As she laid on her side
And rode out the storm
called lifedeathandwhy.


Nuptials
Bereavement
Life…Begins

But as this runner gets ready
Someone else stole the win.

some devil is
stuck
inside of me
why can't I set it free

(Dave whispered in her ear)

and I beleived you baby...

We are in love with me.
Me.
Playdoh’s epithet
I am the coy mistress
And the walrus.

pass that saffron yellow, please.

broken

like dreams ought to be...