Mini blog. It’s been an eventful year. I moves out with the woman Iove and rook on life alone. I was laid off, been home, found a new job with great challenges and wonderful potential rewards. I started blogging. I got advice on how to be better. I tried a new type of hat! This is the year of the plunge and I dared to jump. Wherever this year takes me, I have no regrets.
My advice. Take note of the small things and sometimes, dare,to try, dare to fail. Good luck. I’m out.
Hey guys I stroll the Youtubes and Internets pretty often and I decided to put up some fun facts/videos I find that I want to share with you guys. Here’s my two for the day and the topic is the animal kingdom.
1 – Okapi -The African Unicorn…
Okay get this, The lower body of a Zebra. The upper body of a Deer BUT is actually a species of Giraffe… God exists and is a troll with a quirky sense of humor. Imagine his face when he was at the drawing board working on this… Maybe he just had spare parts left on the desktop, may be it was bet between him and Gabriel 
I doan know 😛
2. Mocha Dick 
was a notorious male sperm whale Mocha that lived in the Pacific Ocean in the early 19th century, usually encountered in the waters near the island off southern Chile. American explorer and author Jeremiah N. Reynolds published his account, “Mocha Dick: Or The White Whale of the Pacific: A Leaf from a Manuscript Journal” in 1839 in The Knickerbocker. Mocha Dick was an albino, and was the inspiration for Herman Melville’s 1851 novel Moby Dick.
That’s the boring part. Get this! This aquatic badass survived encounters with at least one hundred whalers. Took on three whaling ships, AT ONCE and survived .
Final point, In an almost cliche twist Mocha met his end in 1838. He appeared to come to the aid of a distraught cow whose calf had just been slain by whalers. His body was seventy feet long and yielded one hundred barrels of oil. Make no mistake, Mocha made his hunters earn every barrel.\ and I’m sure he took some of his predators to the deep.
These were just two fun facts I came across. I don’t know when I’ll do some more of this again but be sure if something catches my fancy. I’ll be sure to drop these fun facts. If it does anything, you’ll have interesting conversation topics at your next lime. May be I’ll get you laid. Who knows?
Whats, whats in a name? Ah! Quotes the Bard Shakespeare or in this case my good friend Kerron Hamblin. I got asked the question “Why the name Microvangelist?” I could have answered this in one line but then this wouldn’t be a blog and I wouldn’t be The Microvangelist now would I? Plus this would be REALLY boring to read.
So just what is in or is allegedly a name? Before I get all artsy with the title and question first lets make sure I answer it at its core. “Why the name Microvangelist?” The name was chosen by my best friend Dondré of Dondré Trotman Photography. I know imaginative name right? 😛 Jokes aside I can’t say enough how talented an artist he is! Go check out his work!
To say that he gave me the name isn’t enough. How de we get there? Well I had picked up a little stomach bug the night before I’m saying mild in clinical terms cause let me tell you. I DO NOT do well with any level, form or fashion of stomach ailment. Now one day while recovering, I uncurled from the grave, stubbornly went out on an errand and in my sick daze lost my phone, of course my wallet had to be raped and the item replaced and so the Nokia Lumia 920 came into my life. I couldn’t stop preaching about the joys of the under appreciated Windows Mobile Platform. Dondre dubbed me the Windows Evangelist as a joke over the whole thing. That was that until I started to blog a few months back and I needed a name and I was stumped on a choice. Don pulled this one out of his hat! The Microvangelist was born! To me it reflects my love of technology and the fact that I have something to say. To him well I guess we’ll ask him and see what he says in the comments. I guess I can delve into more on that on a blog of its own.
Now that the mystery’s out of the way. What REALLY IS in a name? I guess I found out sitting down with my girlfriend’s coworkers last week. Its seems a name defines your personality right from the start! With much hilarity I discovered that all Samanthas are sluts, Keishas are gold diggers and Troys tend to be gay, this of course must be true because I tend to feel happy on a regular basis 😛 … O_O That is what they mean, right?
Well the whole thing got me thinking. The whole idea of names holding sway over personality is as old as the hills. One Puritan preacher made this point explicitly to his congregation when he told them, “A good name is a thread tyed about the finger, to make us mindful of the errand we came into the world to do for our Master” (qtd. in Feldman). So our name hold in it our true purpose eh? Interesting. Where does that leave alto of us? You tell me.
I could <Snicker> List another example coincidental or not of a name holding <smirk> “sway” over the destinies of man. Enter William F. Murphy, M.D., a psychiatrist in Boston. “Murphy told of a man who was troubled by guilt that grew out of his adolescent habit of masturbation. <Seriously WTH? O_o> As a boy, he wore an athletic supporter to bed to try to prevent erections. This technique failed, but it had the effect of causing his erect penis to bend downward. The unfortunate coincidence? The man’s last name was Bent, which, coupled with his nickname “Dinkey,” reminded him constantly of the early sexual activity he had struggled so hard to avoid. In the military the man’s anxiety caused mild psychosexual impotence, which helped reinforce his guilt feelings when he got older (Murphy).” I guess this illustrates the whole example the ole preacher was gaffing about… Rather grimly.
In the old world new parents blessed names upon their children in hopes that they would grow up in the shadow of their namesake. Imagine today being called Obedience or Steadfast on High. Come to think of it, a chick called Obedience popping up on my facebook…… 
<Daydreams, wait what?>. Ok were off track and your probably weirded out by now. Um moving on.
We’ve got social conceptions, we’ve got coincidental linkages and socio-religious beliefs. At the end of the day who’s to say whether the man makes the name or the reverse? I’d like to hear your views & stories on the names you’ve met in your coming and goings. Do they fit your preconceptions? Do you even have them? Look forward to talking to you in the comments below.
An insightful view on the internet’s favorite pretend horse. My sides still hurt from laughter!
Recently, someone asked where I stood “on the unicorn question.”
I don’t like unicorns.
Now, you’d be correct if you pointed out that I’ve never met a unicorn. There may be a unicorn out there who could change my mind. The first unicorn I meet might make me think otherwise about the rest of them. He might, but I doubt it.
It’s not my way to condemn an entire group, as I’m doing with unicorns.
There are exceptions. I think we can all agree that all flu viruses and all mimes are worthy of our condemnation. That is because we know that it is inconceivable to think that we might meet an individual mime or a single virus who would make us feel bad about disliking their entire species.
Until I meet that one unicorn who changes my mind, I am sticking with my…
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Ok. I’m not even sure I should be blogging about this. Your just gonna google it & add to the views, if I will refrain from mentioning artists and titles you just won’t get it. I just got a notification on my facebook “But what is with all the pornography posing as music videos that I keep seeing? Three in a week—-whats happening?!!” I like the idiot I am, followed suit and sought out these videos and one stuck with me and I had a thought; In steps this blog.
The usage of sex in videos… I completely agree with it. “OH MY GOD, ANOTHER MISOGYNIST PIG UPON OUR INTERWEBS!!!…” Hold on. I agree that the use of sex can enhance a video, you need to broaden your mind and listen a minute. A sultry singer sprawled upon a grand piano, dress slit to her hip and cleavage “a spill” is as much the use of sex as is a burlesque dancer in her lingerie doing the “can-can”, as is the urban video girl all the way down to the exotic dancer expertly working the pole. The success of the performance is all about: 1. timing, 2. context, 3. star appeal and 4. strategic restraint in display. When done right we ALL love to see it! We are sexual creatures, the female and male form will always be used in art for their sexual appeal. “Sex sells” is the saying and it’s true as the day is blue, but onto the meat of the matter.
When does sex stop being art? When does it come to the line of the edgy, march to the door of shock, kick it down and stroll boldly into the briar of shock for the sake of views. Just how effective is this to the artist and the model(s)? Be yee careful of this line, for once you venture over it, there can be no return… Artists need to be careful using shock value in hopes of harnessing its break-out power. It has been used to good effect before but most times it just creates a work that is not taken seriously and can even work counter to the break-out hopes of the artist AND those involved/featured. One could say that sex for shock is a tool best used by the proven. It worked for Ray J, Snooki, Kim Kardashian, hell even Pamela Anderson!…Well kinda, with the exception of Kim do you even remember any of the these?
This is an example of sex in media gone wrong…. Wrong! wrong! wrong! This one is simply porn! O_O
I admire video girls and urban pin-up models. I admire self confidence in a good body. I know I sound like the typical cave man but these girls know what they have. They know who likes it, how they want it presented and how to make it pay… They make a good buck! Now cry all you want about equality and the feminist spirit but they know what they’re doing and they damn well make sure they’re paid for ever ounce of skin shown. Now on that utterance… Make a SMART F*CKING DECISION! If you’re gonna show me your c@&T at least make sure you get cut a thick, thick cheque…
I think the problem with a lot of aspiring talent is that the urge to break out overides all sense of reason when it comes to analysing offers. All that glitters <Looks above (Shudder) Is not gold> Make a smart decision girls AND guys. If it ain’t gonna leave you remembered at least let it leave you rich!
I can’t say all this with out at least illustrating my point of what constitutes sex done right. Remember Tip drill by Nelly? I’m a child of the 90’s okay! You “younguns” can sit and learn.
Now I’m showing all this to say point #1 – Timing and point #3 Star Appeal. Tip drill was a good gig produced in the early 90’s. This was one of rap music’s early experiments with sex for shock value. Here’s the uncut version. http://slack-time.com/music-video-2717-nelly-tip-drill It has good production value (For what it was and the time it was shot) It had a notable name “Nelly”, good view potential and an international audience. A chica choosing THIS gig had the fact that at this time something like this was NOVEL! People took notice in a fresh way, net work this right and there could be anything from a magazine spread to another video gig afterwards. Nowadays we have been desensitized at the flood of over-sexualized media, this just means that any poor production with p*ssy slapped on as an after thought just appears dry & tasteless, the piece is just shown up for shock and the point of focus buried beneath this fact. It is discussed, laughed at and forgotten.
Now with that said how many of these video girls do you remember or at the very least recognize? Where are they now? Remember Buffie the Body, Jessica Rabbit, Lola Luv or CoCo? Your wife’s not looking, you know you do if you don’t google them, They are ALL successful.
All these girls got their break in rap videos, some pretty hott to view but they choose their work carefully and by God they made sure they got paid and it paid off.
Point #2 – Context. Facebook was recently abuzz October last year with Rhianna’s videoPour it out.
Once again we at least have the sex here being used in context to the art. Even if you hate it, it’s about strippers and the display fits the art and there’s restraint (Point #4), yes I said restraint. The outfits tease, I have to imagine peeling off the remaining threads. A little left to the imagination is NOT a bad thing. To tie this up nicely, this is why my first example is called art and as I go down the line the definition moves with me towards the explicit.
In a sea of sex, pushing the envelope with out context or concern for art can only hurt an artist’s aspirations. It can take a good video girl/model and typecast her as low quality, willing to take any offered window for hope of upward thermals, only to fall to a short-lived career of mediocrity and infamy. The artist is seen as a joke, is talked about not for his talent but for his gall. This sort of thing is like a fire cracker to gasoline for the media machine. It burns high and burns out just as fast. Finally to all you local aspiring video vixens out there, remember this island is small and you only get ONE shot to break out and its a hard road ESPECIALLY here. Ri-ri’s opened that door, make that move smart and from my humble seat… eighty seven views thus far and lamp for lighting just isn’t that… I’m gonna go watch some pornos now as at least those will be honest with me about what they are and their intentions.
You can’t hate the players, you can only hate the game! I’m still The Microvangelist and I most certainly and humbly your Wonderman.
The early bird seizes the worm! Anyone, ANYONE who’s said that has never managed a blog, worked a nine to five or shot six rounds of Patron and then chased it with a cold glass from the one eyed man, (That’s rum for you non locals) and deep sense of regret for all of you, relating to & reminiscing on exactly what I just described!
On to the topic of mornings! Superlative 1 talked about how he likes to cleanse in one of his more recent blogs, since I humbly use soap, l’ll leave you to check out his blog for just how he tackles the grime. You just might learn something 😆
My mornings aren’t habitual but they do have some common day to day elements. Since I’m a late riser forgive me if MY morning look alot like 11:30AM Atlantic Time! 😜
Home….
My mornings usually start off with this to greet me, my own little patch of sky, I use it to gather strength and reflect. I like to say that it’s the billboard that I post my little mental post-it notes on. I have a few regrets there, alot of sins (Some admittedly fun, BUT I’M STILL SORRY :P) I have all my hopes & I like think, they get through the right desk. I know that I’ll move on someday, but come on! We all have that spot you I sleep in it, you were sick in it, you cried in it, laughed in it and played in it and you know what? It will always be there for all of us, no matter what sky we move on to.
All hail Lord Prince! King among the gamers.
All your base are belong to him!
Anyhow, by now I’ve used up a good thirty minutes & this little guy is usually watching me impatiently from my window sill, as you can see once he gets in, he a little gamer. Like pet like owner! 😛 Now Superlative and I share a love for tea. I learnt mine from my best friends dad. You want to win my heart? He has his peppermint tea… I have to have my chamomile.
Weather it be an early morning leading into a long holiday, a night home after work. I have to have my panacea. There is no substitute. I can’t talk about it or my mornings for that fact without touching on my pain. I have Fibromyalgia, I’ve battled with it my entire life, the pain is a real thing & it’s here to stay. They say it’s the little things that count and you know what? They’re right. It’s these little things that help me pull myself through to nightfall when the agony is too much, I have my friends, my family and I have my mornings and they are special. Savor everyone of them. We have fewer and fewer ahead of us every sunrise, don’t waste them…
I’ll post again soon. Its doesn’t matter weather your sun sits in the East or West, I will still be your Wonderman. Stay safe everyone.
Sorry for the late post. I meant to do this on New Year’s Day and just got swamped with a mess of things to do the night before. I was wiped out on New Year’s morning and then as for the rest of the week, well I couldn’t settle on a topic, BUT thanks for the joys of my friends and copious amounts of liquor at an old year’s pool lime, <Seriously you guys should see yourselves drunk! You make me wanna take back up drinking> I have hit upon a thought!
The smartphone! Thanks to Corey <Narkissos> Springer and Justin <Ras Jusy> Cummins for this point. Jusy sits at the table and philosophizes “when you hold a party and people sit down, your party has been downgraded to a lime” and that’s just sour <Snicker>…
Has the smartphone changed the party for the better or are we now totally lost inside ourselves? … <Come on, who here watches The League? … No one gets that? …. O_o>
Your welcome. I am but of course here to teach & enrich.
Seriously, we can’t say the party today is an animal of the same stripe… What’s the same? Picking out an outfit, sourcing a date/ gathering the posse. We still fork out tons of ca$h for tickets/supplies & gassing up the ride and we still get lost on the way there and need directions….. What has changed? The outfit will end up in countless selfies <You gotta get them instagram likes right?>, Facebook is now ablaze that you turned up with <Insert name here> … You forked out tons on your tricked out showpiece of a phone so no V.I.P. baby, you found your way on Waze <Nav app> and then you turn up to the party and…. Everyone… everyone’s on their mobile device…
Let’s be honest though, is this such a change? Maybe the phones aren’t the problem, maybe the fault lies in us or maybe we’re just not that amicable. How hard is it to approach the common stranger even in a setting where that’s what’s expected? Can you blame us? The familiar’s just safer I guess, remember that meme in black and white of everyone reading newspapers on the train? 
We’ve been distracting ourselves for a long, long, long time. I guess social media and the smartphone make it easier. It combines the two concepts; distraction and ease of familiarity… but is that all…
Narcissism – We all want to be acknowledged; social media makes it too easy, mobile tech makes it too accessible and we all love the empty drug, just post, like and be liked. Our society has placed such emphasis on the digital thumbs up, money is made by it and social status is gauged by it but the major point is that its safe…We are anonymous, were in our own bubbles, were inside ourselves. Maybe its the fact that there’s no room for rejection or its the easiest path down the the river of interaction, all the pluses <it may seem> with little negatives.
Now here’s the funny thing. We have all seen the above, but it’s not the accepted norm, lol no. I checked out two studies <See the links below> that show that diving into your phone in social situations is frowned upon, but the twist is… It’s not only frowned on by the older folks <No Grandma… That’s an actual mouse, they bite, put it down> but also OUR generation.
http://www.phonearena.com/news/New-study-covers-the-dos-and-donts-of-smartphone-etiquette_id49622
http://www.good.is/posts/keep-it-in-your-pants-smartphone-etiquette-at-every-age
So! Its frowned on by our generation, practiced by our generation <It may be by a small percentage, who knows?> the young eat it up and we all contribute to it. I once observed a group of kids, no older than eight, maybe ten, and all were on high-end cellphones… In a fast-food play park… Maybe smartphones have changed up the play date as well but that’s another blog! Nothing stays the same so maybe the party has just evolved but if you ever strolled along instagram lane, you may wonder if we’re all walking backwards >_<
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So in closing, on this shrinking globe what has the party sacrificed? Personal interaction? Intimate conversation? Networking with new people? Has the same tech that has brought us closer also pushed us apart? Excuse me while I check my Skype, accept some friends on my Facebook and take some selfies on the Instagram. Don’t … forget to hit me up on Twitter. SWAG, YOLO
I’m your Microvangelist – Just your everyday Wonderman. Only living once one day at a time.
Big shout out to Vee and The Yeti for the help on this one!
<Good job Wonderman. You’ve got their attention, now be witty, non preachy and brief>
Tiz the season… but tiz the season for what? For giving? Come on half of you give because of varied predisposed social obligations, <WAIT DON’T CLICK OFF THE BLOG FOR DUCK DYNASTY!> I swear I have a point! Now don’t feel bad about this, were all human and our high level social structure separates us from our fellow animals. We know right from wrong, choice and all that Adam and Eve goodness.
Right from wrong… I think we need an aside here. < I know he’s veering again> bear with me. <NO REALLY, Duck Dynasty can’t be that interesting…>I was a white knight type of a kid. I did everything that was right, spent too much time avoiding what was wrong. I idolized the White hats and scorned the Black…. Then I turned twenty five. I began to see alot of grey. This isn’t to say I had never seen bad in people, but my perceptions made me see generally bad people, who sometimes did good. I believed it to be at their core, but truth in fact they are just people. Ok, ok, look at this, we revere antiques because they have character, we excuse infants for they know no better and we love old people for their great experience but we never we do the same for those of us that fall in-between. We forget cause its easier and to hate our peers it just allows us to not look at ourselves in the proverbial mirror. Tiz the season… for understanding?
The only glue we have are for our broken selves are our convictions, its our way of figuring things out and pressing on. Those convictions turn us into bigots and they also make us saints, it all depends on the events, the person and their unique interactions.
The most jarring experience I ever had was to meet someone I idolized. I spent alot of time around them, I was subject to their worst. This, crushed me, but as time went on I also saw their drive, their kindness their want for forgiveness and I came to know some of their dreams and I saw them make fresh mistakes. I found myself confused, how could someone with such good also be so utterly awful then in their own imperfect way remorseful I saw the most important thing I needed see about them… their weakness. I realized they were lost, in a fashion even more so than I ever was. We were the same no better no worse.
This Christmas I was made to feel very appreciated by those around me, from old friends to new additions to my family but amidst the <MANY> awesome presents and the ham and the cake and my thoughts drifted to the people around me. Friends gained and friends lost. Enemies created and turned ally. This 25th I have lived long enough to see the best of us die heroes and last long enough to become the villains.
This season I have known hate, hesitation, apathy & deceit. I have known, ambition as well as procrastination. I have come to try to accept and to forgive… myself.
I am broken and I have only my glue, If can accept my broken vessel well then all others, they’ll just look like cherished antiques. So Tiz the season to be human!
1. I love presents! WHY? CAUSE I LOVE GETTING STUFF ABSTRACT AND SOLID!!! and I also enjoy being REMEMBERED! because it fuels our own narcissistic feelings of self worth and there is nothing wrong with that, because that.
2. I love giving! WHY? Cause socially I am obliged to do so and through socialization, I am obliged to show respect to the people who have been there for me and when I do they feel happy why? because see statement # 1
3. I am a bastard, and so are all the rest of you but that’s OK! ^_^. I love all of you. I genuinely do.We have all done wrong and we all have our glue. Who am I to not accept you when I am no better. Casting first stones and all.
4. I will wake up tomorrow and do the complete opposite of all my thoughts here because I am weak and prone to shame preferring to indulge my vanity rather than face my self. When I do, I will remember this blog and I will forgive myself and once again get back onto the proverbial horse.
5. I will forgive myself, day in and day out and I will admit I need and love all of you especially the ones I don’t want.
6. I will be humble. The fact I am awesome allows me to saw so!
Merry Christmas everyone. Thanks for the awesome presents everyone and I remember, accept, love and forgive all of you but can you do that for yourselves? If you can this holiday may just be the sweeter for you and yours.
Wait … I think this still came off preachy and pretentious…… I better save the blog….. “I love tits and this Christmas a woman’s place is in the Kitchen………..” I may have gone too far……………….. O_O
GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😛
I like things! There, I said it! Fine things, unique things, rare things, anything? My room is my fantasy villa, filled with the trinkets of King Solomon’s mine, the coveted treasures of Smaug, The relics of isildur! Sigh, Fantasy, good eh? <Looks around…. Fantasy should be reality (-_-) When Fish ride bicycles….
I’m getting off track….
Things, we all love them some of us more than others, No one can deny the ecstasy of a find at a deal. The feels, you know them, cause we’ve all been there. I’m a big believer in the Chinese Zodiac, funny to hear from a man of science. I’m a Wood Rat and proud of it and Rats always have nice things… They never however have any money… snicker
What is it about my trinkets… I won’t outlast most of them, I tell myself I’m leaving a legacy something to pass on, My room and future home will be a tiny time capsule, to step in is to step into me. I feel safe in its walls… Escapism, we all fall into our vices for escape. I love mine… Shes that fickle mistress that steals from me, slaps me and then comes back home and I invite her in… Oh sweet oblivion.
My recent discovery of hole in the wall pawnshops is not helping, <I’m looking at you Rose, my sweet little drug dealer, I went once. The first hit was free… Send help, no send money!>
The life is a hard one. My wallet will one day put a hit out on me, Non collectors scoff and I trudge on juggling my double edged sword. I’ve come a long way from my youthful shopcounters. Every purchase is thought about coordinated. Money means so much more now and I covet it <Looks at above blog… Well that’s contradictory> In the end, it my escape, my passion…I have to extend myself onto the canvas. The bitter pill I swallow. Physician heal thyself. Every item tells a story, life’s a story and whats a story without illustrations my margins are my shelves
I see it as the pursuit of a gentleman, a gentleman’s gentleman, a modern day resonance man…
The strong, the mighty, the forces of evil can never destroy… The powers of the Wonderman & though the most formidable journey lies ahead, only one will prevail. Wonder, Wonder, Wonderman!
Whats my title? <Looks up> The Microvangelist huh? Well I guess church is out!
With Regards
Your Wonderman
