<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:36:09.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Class Blues</title><subtitle type='html'>The rants and raves of a middle class kid all grown up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-115033410700375083</id><published>2006-06-14T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:15:07.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blackout</title><summary type='text'>Well, for the 9 of you regular readers who have come to love and enjoy my small section of the blogsphere, I am both saddened and elated to announce my new website, jarrett-carter.com Please follow the link and take part in the new sight and sounds of jarrett-carter.com. Thanks for all of your support.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/115033410700375083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=115033410700375083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/115033410700375083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/115033410700375083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/06/blackout.html' title='The Blackout'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114989427024302301</id><published>2006-06-09T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:06:03.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro/Con Friday</title><summary type='text'>With my youngest brother recently graduating from high school, I got a chance to reflect on a lot of things pertinent to growing up and becoming an adult. If you are fortunate to have brothers and sisters, no matter what your place is in the birth order, you have something to contribute, something to benefit from, and all types of hell to catch from every direction. Check out my pro/con on being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114989427024302301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114989427024302301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114989427024302301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114989427024302301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/06/procon-friday.html' title='Pro/Con Friday'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114912196860473279</id><published>2006-05-31T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:55:29.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After Dusk, Before Dawn</title><summary type='text'>I recently had the pleasure and the privilege of accompanying my fiancee' to a Memorial Day Movie Marathon at Bengie's Drive-In Movie Theater in Middle River, Md. If you've never experienced a movie at a drive-in theater, try to do so and definitely try to expose your little ones if you have em'. Great time for the whole family.For a low admission price, me and my lady were able to lay back and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114912196860473279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114912196860473279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114912196860473279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114912196860473279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-dusk-before-dawn.html' title='After Dusk, Before Dawn'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114867357178911182</id><published>2006-05-26T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:07:35.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro/Con Friday</title><summary type='text'>Morgan State University celebrated its 130th Commencement on last Sunday. It was my very first commencement as an employee of my fair alma mater, and the scene, (and sunshine) were surreal. It was a stark contrast from the 2003 commencement, when Mother Nature was raining on us, and we were raining a hefty chorus of boos on our commencement speaker, Maryland Lt. Governor Michael Steele.At any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114867357178911182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114867357178911182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114867357178911182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114867357178911182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/05/procon-friday.html' title='Pro/Con Friday'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114798446778676115</id><published>2006-05-18T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:15:59.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bron' Identity</title><summary type='text'>We expect assassin, we get front-line soldier.We expect to be critics, we become witnesses.We expect growing pains, we get growth spurts.This is LeBron James; the child with a man's game. The Ohio Player known the world over. His environment didn't produce him, our expectations can't reduce him. His pride comes not from doing what is expected of him, but from achieving those things that we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114798446778676115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114798446778676115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114798446778676115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114798446778676115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/05/bron-identity.html' title='The Bron&apos; Identity'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114711789333223883</id><published>2006-05-08T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:28:07.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bean Ball</title><summary type='text'>I did not see the conclusion of Game 7 between the Los Angeles Lakers and the Phoenix Suns last Saturday night. I turned it off mid-way through the third quarter. It wasn't because I had been fulfilled by seeing the Lakers get drubbed by a run-and-gun offense, or that Kobe got his comeuppance, which is exactly what I wanted to see out of a format that short of March Madness, only an NBA playoff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114711789333223883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114711789333223883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114711789333223883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114711789333223883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/05/bean-ball.html' title='Bean Ball'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114659851407838472</id><published>2006-05-02T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:40:20.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Cookout</title><summary type='text'>For everybody out there in the blogsphere that is familiar with the brother Bomani Jones, don't go telling him I jacked his format. The sports columnist/television personality/PhD. candidate personally gave me his blessing to do my own remix of the popular list, and I'm certainly going to try my best.If you aren't familiar with "Bo's" work, you should definitely check him out here. After you do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114659851407838472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114659851407838472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114659851407838472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114659851407838472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/05/ode-to-cookout.html' title='Ode to the Cookout'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114571187358209048</id><published>2006-04-22T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:12:39.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ESPN-aissance</title><summary type='text'>I had the tremendous opportunity to write a brief column/story about black reporters and sports casters at ESPN. I also was privileged to interview one of the great black sports writers of our generation, who through his actions and ability, is doing a lot to open more doors for minorities in sportswriting and broadcasting. His name is Michael Smith, and he also happens to be one of the coolest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114571187358209048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114571187358209048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114571187358209048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114571187358209048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/04/espn-aissance.html' title='The ESPN-aissance'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114382101037491635</id><published>2006-03-31T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:25:48.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Contradiction</title><summary type='text'>If you are a normal reader of this site, then perhaps this disclaimer will serve its ultimate goal of preparing you for a slightly different entry then what you are accustomed to. The usual objective of the day for these entries is to offer a sense of perspective on culture and society that integrates mainstream thinking and solution-based rationale.However, today is not that day.You see, we all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114382101037491635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114382101037491635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114382101037491635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114382101037491635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-contradiction.html' title='The Great Contradiction'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114296100386103761</id><published>2006-03-21T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:01:06.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds on Beating the House</title><summary type='text'>If there is one thing that I learned during my recent trip to Las Vegas, its that the house always wins. Always.Up hundreds, down to nothing. Vegas makes the odds and breaks you off. At the opposite end of Sin City's cold shoulder is a hand that is waiting to give you cold cards and dice at any given moment.With the release of a New York Times article yesterday on the deepening plight of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114296100386103761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114296100386103761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114296100386103761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114296100386103761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/03/odds-on-beating-house.html' title='Odds on Beating the House'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-114105996747712538</id><published>2006-02-27T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T16:33:51.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hatin' that Hatin' Produced</title><summary type='text'>What hits you faster than the 'itis at Thanksgiving?The only thing powerful enough to start and end a relationship, subtle enough that if you get called out on it, you can deny it as something else that was on your mind.It is in the roll of the eyes, the clicking of teeth, the distinct curl of the lip. Whenever we see somebody with something or somebody that we feel they have no business with, it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114105996747712538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=114105996747712538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114105996747712538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/114105996747712538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/hatin-that-hatin-produced.html' title='The Hatin&apos; that Hatin&apos; Produced'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-113752523250342680</id><published>2006-01-17T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:50:37.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation Anxiety</title><summary type='text'>On January 16, the nation took time to reflect on the private meditations and public triumphs of a man who has become the everlasting symbol of humble progress in the face of historical intolerance. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr; exceptional orator, underrated scholar, national treasure. We reap the benefits of the labors and struggles of him and countless others whose work was not for their own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113752523250342680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=113752523250342680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/113752523250342680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/113752523250342680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2006/01/separation-anxiety.html' title='Separation Anxiety'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-113501593435603146</id><published>2005-12-19T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:08:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are Our Heroes</title><summary type='text'>Its a sad day when heroes are no longer a sure thing.Often times, the thing that defines a hero is his or her tragic flaw. That negative, sometimes fatal aspect of their character that all but demobilizes their appeal to the masses, and restores them to a level of human fallibility, and accountability. Heroes are created through their successes, and measured by their failures. Its a perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113501593435603146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=113501593435603146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/113501593435603146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/113501593435603146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2005/12/these-are-our-heroes.html' title='These Are Our Heroes'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-113224897701109833</id><published>2005-11-17T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:07:45.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hood in You</title><summary type='text'>It's almost a sickening feeling, really. Almost like swallowing a whole gumball or eating Thanksgiving dinner too fast. It's not "the punch," like the death of a close friend or your grandmomma. It's not the big drop, like failing a test you had to pass, or a ride at Great Adventure.Its just in you. Sticks to you. Stays with you forever. Its the Hood in you. You love it, you embrace it, til' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113224897701109833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=113224897701109833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/113224897701109833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/113224897701109833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2005/11/hood-in-you.html' title='The Hood in You'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17724327.post-112904257712529158</id><published>2005-10-11T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:08:32.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectacular Vernacular</title><summary type='text'>Raise your hand if you have used any of the following phrases today:"Off the Hook""Doing Big Things""Getting it In""That's What's Up""Get at Me""Holla," (Or any of its popular variations, such as 'holla at me, holla at us, or holla back')"Trippin'/Wildin'/Buggin/Lunchin''""Joint," (Referencing an object or event)There are many others, too many to adequately give them justice on this platform. But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/feeds/112904257712529158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17724327&amp;postID=112904257712529158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/112904257712529158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17724327/posts/default/112904257712529158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jlmiddleclassblues.blogspot.com/2005/10/spectacular-vernacular.html' title='Spectacular Vernacular'/><author><name>Mr. Carter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093350364364045324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mi8.bpcdn.us/msuprman/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
