Club SEBU

Question... Let's say I was a teacher in an elementary school.  Naturally as a teacher, I had some students.  Within this group of students, let's imagine that there were some children that I was not too fond of.  We'll say that it wasn't necessarily anything that they did, but something that I felt their parents did.  With that, let's say that I required them to do more homework and classwork to assure that they were up to par with the rest of the class.  Knowing the entire scenario, would my practice be morally sound? How about this one. Now I am promoted by my employer.  Before the promotion, there's a group of employees that I felt were unfit for the positions they held.  We will say that I had assumptions on their lives outside of work and felt that they had family members, or friends who didn't make wise decisions.  The employees that I was now managing were beyond qualified and quite upstanding, but through my own insecurities, I decided that we

I have a deep and brazened hostility toward snow. In my post snow day era, there are no foreseeable benefits to this unruly element of nature.  I don't build snow people or igloos; snowboard or ski; and most importantly, I hate to shovel. I am certain that there is no worse feeling than falling asleep to a clear driveway, only to wake up to a white sheet of chilled precipitation, blanketed over all the vehicles and lawns. I say this all because in the last couple of days, I have watched snow flurries mingle with the skies at the most inopportune times; which is essentially any time in my humble opinion.  Knowing Upstate New York the way that I do, snowfall is always a possibility.  In the past, there have been times, even into the spring season where I have miserably watched as snow piled upon the Earth.  I do not appreciate the lack of respect that nature displays in these moments. The idea that any morning can be disrupted by the daunting task of shoveling is quite unsett

And Karate was my imaginary friend. Rather than an imaginary friend, he was more like a character that I created. That being said, I always knew that Karate wasn't in fact real at all. Considering my love of movies, then and now, creating different characters was always an enjoyable, and a slightly nerdy art form for me. There's nothing wrong with being a nerd. Throughout the days at preschool, while students were going over their shapes, colors, and numbers, I was daydreaming about Karate's adventures and how I was going to captivate my audience. My audience was my siblings. So each night, I would return home from a stressful day of preschool ready to share the goods.  Right after Mama SEBU sent us to bed, and right before anyone could drift off into REM sleep, I would find my three older siblings, as I intended on trapping them into yet another one of my long-winded stories.  I had to be creative, because they all knew that once I started talking, the only defen

Good evening friends, I spent a portion of this morning surfing the web and came across some interesting videos on my twitter feed that had me thinking. To paraphrase the great Christopher Wallace, "if you don't know", now we know. I say these because there is nothing more excruciating to watch then someone trying to convince others of something they know nothing about. The only convincing being done for us listeners, is that you are unaware of whatever it is you are rambling about.  It is never wrong to not know.  We are all humans, and none of us know everything. But to try to paint a picture as if everyone in the room is not competent enough to recognize your clear lack of thorough understanding, can become quite comical when the pressure rises. Now, I will be the first to say that I don't know everything, but I do know some.  With that, I make sure to only lead or participate in the conversations that I have some background knowledge on, and leave the ex

Looking for some classroom participation. Raise your hands if you know the type of commercial I am about to describe. A young lady or gentleman will be in the bathroom, with some vibrant lighting and overwhelming smiles.  The narrator then asks if we have ever looked into the mirror and saw an acne ridden reflections stare back at us.  After applying the oil free substance to their face, the actors cup their hands, get a substantial amount of cool, refreshing water and rinse the soap with one swift throw. Good.  A lot of participation.  Thank you. I feel it is safe to say that a lot of viewers immediately think about how much dirt and grime might be in their pores, subsequently panic and then find the nearest store to make the purchase.  We have all been there.  Don't fret it though; it usually isn't as bad as the corporate suits want you to believe.  You look fine. I am not a doctor, but there's no way that ALL of these soaps are completely necessary/healthy. I can

In 1997, I remember how much my dad loved this song.  At the time, I had no idea why, but naturally, I am starting to understand the exactly why this was played several time within the hours.  Enjoy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdQbb3FXSEI Until next time, Long Live The People

I had thought that I was done discussing basketball stories from the past, but I stand corrected.  This could be a recurring theme. Brace yourself. As I pondered more deeply about the last post (see There is Always Chapstik in my Sock ), I came across another story that shared similar sentiments of basketball, lack of responsibility, and making a decision to change.  Without further a due, sit back, relax, and indulge. Now the time period was roughly middle school again.  If you haven't noticed by now, that was a time where I was making several mistakes.  I was averaging at least 7 mistakes a day.  I am not proud of this.  Mistakes varied from poor fashion choices to talking too much when I shouldn't have. My wardrobe has seen major improvements. We are still working on the word vomit. Anyways, I was young and learning, which is necessary in the progression of all. With that being said, on this episode of "Young Richie Making a Mistake", my brother had ta

This isn't entirely true.  I'd hate to start off with such as disappointing contradiction, but lend me an ear as I work to right my wrongs. When I was a young warthog, (Pumba, Line 13, Hakuna Matata. 1994), around my middle school years, I used to play a lot basketball at a park right by my house.  I would simply grab my belongings, and begin the treacherous 5 minute walk of solitude to the courts.  It was important that I had all the essentials, because these sessions were paramount in my efforts to reach my basketball goal.  One singular goal that is, which simply was to shave down the consistent 21 point losses that I endured  at the hands of my brother in our 1 on 1 battles. Considering games were to 21, and I was beginning to lose sleep after years of humiliating defeat, this was the only thing that mattered at the time, but I digress. As for the essentials, I always made sure my mind was right, first and foremost.  I couldn't afford to be wasting valuable time. 

Hello, It's me. Now I've been wondering about this next issue for quite some time, but have failed to properly verbalize it.  Once and for all, here is my attempt. So my parents have a dog....his name is Simba.  Simba and I haven't always seen eye to eye.  Some times he can be a little ridiculous in his requests, demanding in his approach, and invasive in others' space.  Early on, these characteristics became problematic, as I had no intentions of trying to understand why he would do what he did.  This created a rift in the relationship. My resistance towards Simba, and all animals for that matter was based off the fact that I could never communicate with them and they could never communicate with me.  How could I trust that?  Being the conversationalist that I some times call myself, lack of discussion can be uncomfortable for me, especially if in close quarters with other inhabitants.  For example, if I chose to engage in a simple conversation with Simba  (

Hello friends, It brings me great joy and pleasure to announce to you the Club SEBU Podcast for your listening needs.  With stories, gems, insight, and a smooth baritone voice...brace yourself, it's coming soon. https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/club-sebu-podcast/id1191485560?mt=2 Until next time, Long Live The People