Tag: Michigan

Debate Week [ Michigan ] : Abdul El-Sayed versus Mike Rogers

2026 October 08

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a dream I had about riding my bike at night

I’d just left home; the house I grew up in; to ride my bike; an actual bicycle; which I hadn’t done in a long time. I don’t know what made me want to do it that night, but it was late like between 10 PM and midnight; a dangerous time in the city of Detroit.

Violent crime wasn’t my main concern though. I was more worried about the fact that, for some reason, I had trouble using the brakes. I mean they worked fine as far as I knew, but there took a tremendous physical or mental effort for me to actually use them.

I was headed north toward East McNichols, better known as Six Mile, at a high rate of speed. There was basically no traffic except for a car or truck here and there, but I feared one would blindside me, so I turned right instead of crossing the road in order to slow down.

There was a huge pile of what looked like white sand on an inactive construction site. I rode my speeding bike up it until it gradually came to a stop. Then I looked both ways and crossed Six Mile to what I thought was Joseph Campau, but it looked weird.

The sign said “NO OUTLET”, which didn’t make sense. That’s when I remembered I’d actually ridden away from Joseph Campau in order to reach the sand pile. So I used another one; a less steep one across the road from the first one; in order to slow down again.

Then I rode back to Joseph Campau and turned right on it. Now I was headed back north as if I was going to that (Merchant/Merchants) grocery store I used to walk to on Seven Mile or Pershing High School; areas I normally wouldn’t be visiting this late at night.

I was contemplating whether or not to go back home. I wanted to ride my bike despite it being a crime-ridden neighborhood; a thug or few I could probably fight off or evade; but it seemed my inability to use the brakes properly was going to end up killing me.

2026 July 03

audio review : D-12 Forever [ Volume 1 ] ( album ) … D-12

audio review : D-12 Forever [ Volume 1 ] ( album ) ... D-12

The 12 is supposed to represent the original six rappers and their split personalities, but the name still works. “D-one-two!” the chant goes as if to count the members left. This should be presented as a “Kuniv and Swift” album because that’s what it is. The only thing sadder than posthumous verses from Bugz and Proof is that Eminem, Kon Artis and Bizarre couldn’t be bothered.

Their best album is the first one and there are embers of Devil’s Night scattered about, including a new Public Service Announcement and a witty story entitled Kill The Engineer. Collabs with the likes of B-Real, Method Man and Tech N9ne are also decent. The aforementioned posthumous ones; Proof died 20 years ago and he’s featured more than twice; are tacky in comparison.

my rating : 3 of 5

2026

a dream I had about part of my old house collapsing

I was where it seems most of my dreams have been taking place recently; the house I grew up in. I didn’t live there anymore; it was quite dilapidated; rather on a return visit to grab the last of my stuff before abandoning it for good. Most of that stuff was in my main room; the front upstairs bedroom I never kept a bed in. It was my hangout room where I’d listen to music and make music with my friends.

According to the news, there was a tornado coming; I remember seeing huge dark clouds out the window; and I was concerned the house wouldn’t withstand the hit. I don’t know why I didn’t leave. It didn’t seem too late to outdrive the storm; there were plenty of cars on the street turned six-lane highway; but it seemed I was stuck, perhaps having to rely on a ride because I didn’t have a car.

I sort of wanted to stay anyway to grab my stuff before the tornado could or at least be around to salvage it from the streets. The problem was that, in this dream, that whole aforementioned room, where most of my stuff was, stuck out like a balcony and was dangerously close to collapsing. I remember thinking, as it rocked and creaked, that I’d probably survive the fall, but I didn’t want to get hurt.

It was a matter of going in, grabbing stuff and going back into the center living room before it could fall, which I did until it fell. “Oh shit”, I uttered as the floor gave in. It happened just as I was about to step on it, giving me just enough time to step back, but the room didn’t totally collapse like I thought it would. It sort of toppled over with the floor still connected but hanging down at about a 90-degree angle.

It was a close call indeed; I could’ve been seriously injured; but relief was fleeting. I was now concerned because my stuff; an assortment of mostly small items I wanted to move to my new place; now lay scattered across the front porch and yard amidst a mess of glass, wood, brick, cement and other building materials. Driving by, as people still were, you’d think the tornado had already been through.

2026 May 09