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I'm Busy . . .

I apologized for the lack of posts, but this is the busiest time for me as a journalist. This is the time where I have to write "Year-End" music recaps for the Village Voice's Pazz & Jop poll, for my full-time gig and for my own blog, as well. Plus, I have to get started on my Christmas shopping and get my finances in order for the new year. In 2007, I'm going to have to make major moves career-wise, relationship-wise and real estate-wise.

Career-wise I have to figure out what I want to do -- stay put where I'm at, or pursue an editorial gig at a magazine, or find work at the Post Office. (LOL! The journalism game is not the most secure job field in the world. Shit! It's hard out here for a writer.)

Relationship-wise I'm like Usher -- "I Need a Girl."

Real Estate-wise I need to get the fuck out of Camden, N.J. I'm too big for this ghetto; it's time for me to move to another ghetto. Brook'Nam here I come. (That's Brooklyn, NYC for you slow readers out there.)

So write-ups are coming! They are going to be brief and to the point. I don't have time to type long treatises on hip-pop culture. Plus, you guys can simply hit the links in my "Hip-Hop Blogs" list and/or "Writers" lists to read some insightful commentary from the 'Net's top bloggers.

So hold on for a second while I line these posts up.