Music

Nobody

Let me preface this by saying I’m not really a fan of Rick Ross. Or French Montana. However, I am a fan of Sean Combs, for no other reason than he told us that he won’t stop, and he hasn’t. I first heard this song last week on my way home from the gym. I was not particularly enthralled by the song itself– I tend to dislike remakes– but I did enjoy Diddy’s monologue, which is interspersed throughout the song. Ross won’t divulge to whom this rant of sorts was addressed, which just adds to my amusement.  Despite Diddy’s liberal use of the N-word, I think he’s got a pretty interesting message (I’m also ignoring the fact that he was likely referring to himself as God…).

[Don’t watch the video if you are offended by profanity.]

 

My favorite part:

You don’t wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don’t wanna go into the [expletive] dark
Where it’s lonely
You can’t handle the [expletive] the pain

 

 

 

 

Also, I was chatting with a co-worker today and we realized that Biggie was killed seventeen–SEVENTEEN– years ago. Time really flies.

 

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Career, Personal

The Leap

From an interview with Elle Luna featured on The Great Discontent .

I think that once you quit the job that’s paying the bills, the entire universe comes out to meet you. But it’s only after you quit your job that those people arrive, and that’s the secret that nobody knows. When you’ve made the leap and you’re far from shore, nothing is guaranteed, but we do it together and that’s what makes it worth it.

Read the rest here. There’s a very interesting bit about her applying to nine law schools and getting rejected by all of them. Then she applied to two art schools. When she was accepted to both, she took that as a sign. (Kinda reminds me of my seven failed bar attempts.)

On the beach in Montezuma, I met a guy from Kentucky. I don’t even know how work came up. He was ex-military, had his house in Lexington on the market, and was just hanging out in Costa Rica until it sold. He said that he  and his friend were moving to Los Angeles to work as screenwriters. I told him what I do. And he said, “You should quit your job.” My friend said, “I keep telling her. She won’t listen.”

If only it were that simple. But I can’t shake the idea that I am not the kind of person for whom a safety net will magically appear. That I will leap and land head-first on the concrete below.

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