I have to go to Detroit again on Friday. Of course the only way I know into downtown closed yesterday. I'm so excited about this journey I could pee my pants.

This article is a hoot.

No proposal is complete, no financing finalized and no land identified, but there is plenty of emotion over a Detroit City Council plan to create a black business district known as African Town.

Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick's administration is distancing itself from the plan; council members want to separate the rhetoric behind the plan from what they say is a need for the city to help black entrepreneurs, and Detroiters share mixed -- albeit heated -- feelings. Even the federal government is weighing in.

The outcry stems from a controversial report commissioned by council members to look at ways to improve the economic state of poor blacks through increased business ownership. But the report also rails against immigrants for taking opportunities away from blacks, says integration has failed and warns officials about nonblacks moving into the city.

Well I think their hearts are in the right place for a city dying from a slowly metastasizing cancer and obviously it's spread to the brain. I'm not sure what more can be said. Although this guy summed it up nicely:

"I think it's one of the dumbest ideas I've ever heard about and frankly insulting," said Oakland County Executive L. Brooks Patterson. "How would residents of Detroit feel if I would propose having a Honky Town in Oakland? I would be run out of office, and rightfully so."

Can we have an Amen.

I got this phrase from Candoor who stopped by to post on the Relationship entry. It's too good of phrase to resist commenting on. I'm not sure I'd classify myself as that but I do read alot online. My bookmarks are ungodly. I know I spend at least an hour every morning and evening reading the news and other various sites, much more on weekends. I've noticed recently if I don't have my laptop with me when I'm traveling I feel like I'm going in withdrawals. Then I have this overwhelming need to have to turn on CNN. Then with any mention of Bush or Kerry I've tuned it out in a heartbeat.

One of the best things that I just love is the Google alerts. I can have certain topics delivered right to my email, so I don't have to hunt and search as much.

One thing that really is beginning to bug me about my online reading habits is my fascination with reading about gadgets. Digital cameras, computers, cellphones, PDA's....my list goes on and on as do the bookmarks. Now I'm even reading message boards. Why oh why?

Obviously I can deduce a few things from this: I have way too much free time, I don't have a life, and I have poor memory retention. As much as I read I should be a hell of a lot smarter. And richer.

I had a conversation with my friend this morning about relationships in general. I really hate the relationship conversation. I'm not sure there is another topic that so provokes or even mandates searching of ones own behavior, values, past actions then THE relationship topic.

If there is a person alive that hasn't had some form of relationship come to an end either amicably or with fireworks, I'd like to meet that person and play 20 questions. Least I'd be asking hard questions of them instead of myself. So much easier, you know?

What I have a tendency to do in a relationship is at some point...I quit concentrating on the enjoying part and start examining it. That's the number one thing I hate about myself in a relationship. So in the examination period for me, a mental list of positive and negative starts forming. Have you ever noticed how one negative thing has more clout then 10 positive things? Then that leads me to self-examine if I'm a negative person. Well of course I'm a negative person stupid...I came up with the one negative thing that I'm dwelling on, right?

Of course since I'm so negative, I must be fucked up and shouldn't be in a relationship, right? I hate how my mind processes. I need a new processor.

Do yourself a favor, if someone brings up the relationship conversation: Runaway. Runaway.

It seems I've been contemplating forever getting a new job. Damn if I don't want to do something different. I think I've found the perfect job for me:

Sex toy tester.

Doesn't that sound like the perfect job?

I bought the DVD "The Passion of The Christ" two weekends ago and had planned on watching it this weekend. Today was "the" day. I'm not one of these long winded movie critics, in fact I can sum it up in one word:

Wow.

Of course this word was not screamed out, but in a very low...almost whisper with tears in my eyes and my heart still has this weird ache.

I would recommend to anyone, to all, to take two hours out of your busy schedules and watch this movie.

Enough said.

I just realized somehow and at some point I inadvertently blocked anyone trying to comment using a hotmail account. Oops. Sorry about that.

I've decided part of this weekend will be spent going through past blog entries and "closing" the comments on previous entries. Naively enough I thought I might, a big might, get through them all. After 30 minutes of "click" "click" "scroll" and "clicking" ...uhh, don't think "all" is gonna happen. It's not like I'm winning Pogo tokens here for doing this. When I do mindless things I must have a reward...it's just in my nature. Sure, I could go to the store and buy some chocolate. But somehow "click" "click" "scroll" "click" "chew" just doesn't sound like it would do it for me. Besides my jeans would not appreciate it in a couple of days. Then I would have to go shopping AGAIN. While I was shopping Bob would drop by.

Sigh

Will it ever end? I've decided to only leave the current month of comments open, so with my current blogging speed and style, obviously I'll only have a handful of entries to go back and close. Sounds like a plan.

But part of me has to wonder what I will do with a day without email from Bob? Is there life after Bob? Will Bob just forsake me for another? Will Bob turn to a male blogger?? Does Bob switch hit? Is Bob really a pseudonym for a dyke? Is Bob a bot with AI? Bob, Bob, Bob - who are you?

I just love Saturdays when I can just allow my mind time to roam wherever it pleases. Well I guess I should go to the store and buy some chocolate food now.

I looked at this site last night and lo and behold there was nothing on the page. It seems the only time I spend on this blog for the last 30 days is eliminating the spam comments. Yes Bob, you continue to annoy me but at least someone is spending more time on my blog then me. I have to change that.

Summer is almost over and part of me is thankful. I've spent too much time traveling this summer - I never thought I would say that. I'm ready for things to settle down and work myself into a fairly comfortable routine again. My house, my job, my spiritual well being feels like it's still trapped back in June somewhere and it's time to play catch up for all. I hate the feeling of always being behind, having to hurry and feeling things are left undone or rushed. Makes me feel undone and just tired.

My sisters wedding was last weekend, so I spent 4 days in Iowa. It seemed like a rushed 4 days of constantly having to do something or be somewhere. Living out of someone elses home, hotel, rental car and suitcases. It was good seeing the family again, it had been too long since I've seen my Mom and brother and that part has a calming effect, strangely a sense of accomplishing something that needed to be done.

I think the unsettling part of all of it was the feeling of "coming home" and "being at home" was not present this time. I felt like a stranger in a strange land. Like I always feel here in Detroit. I'm not liking this feeling.

Anyway after a few days of introspection I've come to the conclusion I've been ignoring my introverted personality and it's time to feed and soothe that angry beast, chill down and find my inner peace again. Strange how things can start "feeling out of control" when you quit paying attention.

Due to the continued harassment by Bob - who could be considered a stalker at this point, comments will be kept off. Are you happy now Bob?