<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2024 20:37:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>David Jackson</category><category>Fatherhood Fridays</category><category>Tica Tattler</category><category>Urban Nomad</category><category>1300</category><category>Aiyana Jones</category><category>Brandon Carter</category><category>Brooklyn Blog</category><category>Christian blog</category><category>Chronicles of Godparents</category><category>ComPadre</category><category>Cool guys travel</category><category>DJ</category><category>DOE</category><category>Dance the Tangent</category><category>Dave Chappelle</category><category>Detroit Girl</category><category>Events for Kids</category><category>Events in NYC</category><category>F the police</category><category>Fatal Raid</category><category>Father&#39;s Day</category><category>Fatherhood</category><category>First Blog</category><category>First blog award</category><category>Forgiveness</category><category>God&#39;s love</category><category>GodParents</category><category>JOB</category><category>JnH dorms</category><category>Johnson and Hardwick</category><category>Kevin Hart</category><category>MOP</category><category>Marianne Williamson</category><category>Meatless Mondays</category><category>Mike Muchioki</category><category>Mr. Jackson</category><category>NYC</category><category>New Blog</category><category>Nia Haqq</category><category>Our Greatest Fear</category><category>Parents at War.  Noncustodial parents</category><category>Pet Peeves</category><category>Poet</category><category>Pursuit of happiness</category><category>Real Talk</category><category>Rock the Dub</category><category>Times Square Terrorism</category><category>Tragic couple from Jersey City</category><category>Travel Blog</category><category>Vegetarian</category><category>Wack Wednesday</category><category>Will Ferrell</category><category>insomnia post</category><category>love</category><category>motivation</category><category>seven things about me</category><category>spbd</category><category>student drowning</category><category>teacher leaves kids to drown</category><title>Prose of an Urban Nomad</title><description>I&#39;ve moved more than I can count. Along the way I&#39;ve learned a little something about love, fatherhood, lifestyle, and God...Come Away With Me...</description><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-86184738674913485</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2010 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-27T10:32:46.631-04:00</atom:updated><title>Not GoodBye...it&#39;s time for Rebirth</title><atom:summary type="text">A lot has happened in the weeks that I&#39;ve been away from the blog,

From Vacay in Bahamas...



To new developments in fatherhood...I&#39;ve grown a lot



That&#39;s not a mustache btw...its a choco-stache!

Housing...and the nomadic life that I&#39;ve led in&amp;nbsp; Brooklyn, Queens, Philadelphia, and Long Island is no longer my passion to write about....I&#39;m starting a new blog...but it will focus more on </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-goodbyeits-time-for-rebirth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JT3u_j26dCabh3MoS9LqC2s6aygxSQVyFsr9VlAKoYuIZUWhsS7N1mBp24p3FuErv9NBA7WBSCQstzt6bA5q6nYnCiVDpnoC1N_Zi2LX65HTah3P_0Z5-Edu_gHYFy_QVdT4CJOUIvRv/s72-c/IMG_6212.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-8330632623050745177</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-26T15:25:24.281-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cool guys travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">First blog award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mr. Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">seven things about me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tica Tattler</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Urban Nomad</category><title>Humbled, Pleased, and Negligent: My first blog award!</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been awarded my first blog award by the author/blogger at the quickly budding, hot, chic blog: Tica Tattle&amp;nbsp;. 

It certainly is not a manly award, but I appreciate any type of accolades one can get. Especially in the face of the summer, where my posts have become few and far between. I&#39;m humbled by the fact that someone with a blog so awesome and a follower number that has far surpassed </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/08/humbled-pleased-and-negligent-my-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nFibyOfIgBE/TGmf6GFCzSI/AAAAAAAAAks/08dkA4EVIt8/s72-c/One_Lovely_Blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-1967888610114921802</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-03T04:05:27.075-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Forgiveness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">God&#39;s love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Real Talk</category><title>Love Conquers...</title><atom:summary type="text">Twenty six years on this earth is not a long time.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not even fractionally significant in God&#39;s divine time, yet He has offered so much grace and mercy to me already.&amp;nbsp; The reality is that God&#39;s love is so unfathomable to us because of how imperfectly we love.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Love conquers all&quot; the Bible declares yet, in our lives, when love stings we run away from it, shun it, curse it, as </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-conquers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-815461804901122227</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-15T22:23:41.147-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">student drowning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teacher leaves kids to drown</category><title>Tragic idiocy...</title><atom:summary type="text">Negligent stupidity. I am a NYC teacher. I teach teenagers from Brooklyn. I was born and raised in Brooklyn. And I cannot swim. I would never, ever take a random trip to the beach with my students. It has bad decision written all over it. 

I can&#39;t swim. I never had the Need to. I was surrounded by concrete, fences, trees and turnstiles. Not to help perpetuate stereotypes but I do know how to run</atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/07/tragic-idiocy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-1331396387619569568</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-21T14:34:59.635-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Father&#39;s Day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood Fridays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">MOP</category><title>FatherHood Friday (Monday): Father&amp;#39;s Day Edition</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Without the guidance of our fathers all we know is how to double clutch revolvers&quot; - MOP &quot;Blood, Sweat, and Tears&quot;




I still haven&#39;t gotten used to it.  &quot;Happy Father&#39;s Day.&quot;  It&#39;s usually directed at my father, from one of my brothers or myself.  It&#39;s like being the winner to a high-profile race, being the victorious underdog.  It&#39;s surreal. 

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I&#39;m always up.&amp;nbsp; And when I&#39;m sleep, i&#39;m kind of up. I dream </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/06/insomniac-post-sleep-deprived-brain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-8882262805515130077</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-05T20:59:10.445-04:00</atom:updated><title>Beach body...</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m blessed to have good genes to enhance some good jeans (and T-shirts).&amp;nbsp; Part of my physique is genetic, my torso was always shaped in a way that would make toning and definition not much of an issue.&amp;nbsp; Add that to my high metabolism and my occassional hyperactivity (I do sometimes have a hard time sitting still...even when I sleep) and you have a recipe for physiological success, I&#39;m </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/06/beach-body.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-3230668219355273554</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-04T15:26:49.707-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chronicles of Godparents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ComPadre</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood Fridays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">GodParents</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tica Tattler</category><title>FatherHood Friday: ComPadre</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m a new parent. &amp;nbsp;I have a daughter now. &amp;nbsp;My daughter is not someone I met on the first day she was born. &amp;nbsp;I met her when she was like 1 month old. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t know she was mine. I treated her as I treat all new babies I meet: With LOVE AND ATTENTION.

But yes, after careful consideration, I am the father!

Sounds like something straight off the Maury show, I know but seriously</atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/06/fatherhood-friday-compadre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-4584126870011336774</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-26T15:23:38.094-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pet Peeves</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wack Wednesday</category><title>Wack Wednesday Two pet Peeves</title><atom:summary type="text">
This will by no means be a staple, but I want to point out two things that bother me. &amp;nbsp;I think they&#39;re wack &amp;nbsp;and I just gotta get it off my chest.

1. People who constantly complain about the weather. &amp;nbsp;I live in a city that experiences all four seasons in dramatic fashion, with summer temperatures reaching a blistering 98-101 degrees (during a heatwave) and with blizzards that </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/05/wack-wednesday-two-pet-peeves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-5880983172367140343</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-19T13:11:24.663-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rumblings of a nomadic future</title><atom:summary type="text">I started this blog as a way to express my frustrations and share the stories of all the  moving that I&#39;ve done. I&#39;m not settled, yet, but i may be close to finding something/where that I can call home for more than 1year. Residents of other states (and other parts of NY) can&#39;t quite imagine how tough it is to become functionally independent as a young adult in NYC. I&#39;ve been out of college for </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/05/rumblings-of-nomadic-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-6753922557278891041</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-18T11:23:23.813-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">DOE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">JOB</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tica Tattler</category><title>Today&#39;s word for the day...J-O-B!</title><atom:summary type="text">Yes, it&#39;s a line from Friday.&amp;nbsp; Craig was fired from his job, on his day off, and his father was imploring him to go searching for new employment.&amp;nbsp; I know that movie by heart.&amp;nbsp; 90&#39;s classic!

Today isn&#39;t Thankful Thursday, a day celebrated by the TicaTattler, but I thought I&#39;d take a moment to give thanks to God for my job.&amp;nbsp; &quot;

Thank You LORD.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m employed, words cannot </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/05/todays-word-for-dayj-o-b.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-3289484519655886997</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-17T13:42:28.007-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aiyana Jones</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Detroit Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">F the police</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatal Raid</category><title>They Say F the Police...Fatal Raid</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m not one to bash the police on a regular basis. &amp;nbsp;I try as much as I can to respect the officers who patrol the streets looking to protect and serve. &amp;nbsp;But most members of &quot;minority&quot; and low-income neighborhoods have a seemingly innate dysfunctional relationship with local authorities. &amp;nbsp;Those on the outside try to find fault with us. &amp;nbsp;They say that because we are deviant </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-say-f-policefatal-raid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3180731123_152b44ea47_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-100857487139696328</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2010 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-04T16:51:02.425-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Times Square Terrorism</category><title>Sugar Mayweather Death defied.</title><atom:summary type="text">The title is probably confusing. &amp;nbsp;Is this fatherhood friday, non-nomadic prose blogger going to now try his hand at giving us his take on a fight that happened three days ago? &amp;nbsp;Does he think that his follower count will rise if he puts up the names of two high-profile welterweight boxers?

No. &amp;nbsp;I have a story to tell. Get some popcorn. Nevermind. &amp;nbsp;That story isn&#39;t that long.

</atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/05/sugar-mayweather-death-defied.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-9035440075439178512</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2010 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T00:40:24.479-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood Fridays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parents at War.  Noncustodial parents</category><title>FatherHood Friday: An Appeal to the Parents at War.</title><atom:summary type="text">Yes it is midnight and I&#39;m just writing this post for FatherHood Friday.&amp;nbsp; First, the weather up here in NYC was about 75 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Unlike you folks who are closer to the equator, we don&#39;t enjoy such lovely weather on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; So this afternoon, evening and night I was out, celebrating the beauty of sunshine, warm weather, and comforting cool breezes.&amp;nbsp;

We all have our</atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/04/fatherhood-friday-appeal-to-parents-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-7379429653226255184</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-27T10:42:52.441-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marianne Williamson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motivation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Our Greatest Fear</category><title>Stretching to Change the world (Weirdness)</title><atom:summary type="text">Love today, is weird.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s weird to forgive someone for wronging you before paying them back.&amp;nbsp; To love someone who doesn&#39;t look like Zoe Saldana or Terence Howard (or whoever you women like) is well, weird.&amp;nbsp; When someone decides to spend their life&#39;s passion helping others, for little pay, especially in communities around the world, many of our sensibilities begin to oppose their </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/04/stretching-to-change-world-weirdness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQW2zHcShWjsWk0_w_50OHBV7OT6wcXBXV0We8dlkzvuGIM33HPuGWX5S-DRAu1lTx0rx21pQ5oZ5fBR4vGYjRzYdAQWmOOj-qfQrkhC6zC380N4j-1PzKGF2MyuxMGr27Ze6SPZyzgbLU/s72-c/DJdaddyTracePrayer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-664904170736745574</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 00:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-25T20:50:00.760-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fatherhood Friday delayed: Superpowers (long post)</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m huge on community. 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The </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/04/fatherhood-friday-delayed-superpowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-2465108660567426528</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T14:10:48.168-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood Fridays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mike Muchioki</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nia Haqq</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tragic couple from Jersey City</category><title>FatherHood Friday: Heartbroken...</title><atom:summary type="text">I usually try to stay away from the news. The mixture of gossip, negativity and pessimism can leave one drained and depressed. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s like that person who gives the defeated exhale everytime you ask them how they are doing. &amp;nbsp;You know the monologue (this person rarely allows verbal exchange) that will follow that defeated exhale will be filled with complaints and gripes about </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/04/fatherhood-friday-heartbroken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxiDNIjgXT_lhC3XfbBk1U-vfR9zYEFxqfArTZh73neth3Tq_dtR7PS1_Tvnrhe2qAg9TDPhZfifBI4SZNraCv_cEs9jjcMGEtTFuksZmhxz1fsA0SQ7BvDLexjYA4xHSrEP-hAelgkhUj/s72-c/mikenia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-5101101856639201432</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-26T17:04:08.168-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">DJ</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood Fridays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pursuit of happiness</category><title>FATHERHOOD FRIDAY</title><atom:summary type="text">So I took a trip to Philly for business that turned out being pretty successful (thank u Jesus). I was donned in my grey Alfani two button suit and these nice black Stacey Adams shoes. I wore a white bcbg dress shirt with pink and purple subtle stripes and a navy blue diagonally striped (pink) necktie by Express design studios. Needless to say I felt, well, dapper. Not pimp dapper, (I don&#39;t take </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/03/fatherhood-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-6906861345306031385</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 16:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-25T12:06:56.815-04:00</atom:updated><title>Thankful Thursday</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m challenging myself to jump on the blogosphere bandwagon of Thankful Thursday. I had a rough start this morning, but I feel like finding a way to appreciate the small stuff will keep me feeling a little sane. I&#39;m thankful for a nose that&#39;s not ridiculously keen and sensitive. I&#39;m writing this blog from a seat on the Chinatown bus from NYC to Philly. For those of you who are recessionisto/as </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-4768765947946829505</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-22T14:26:04.303-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meatless Mondays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vegetarian</category><title>Meatless Monday...(crossing my fingers)</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;This is huge! &amp;nbsp;I&#39;ve decided that I was going to try to begin lessening my meat intake. &amp;nbsp;I know, thats type crazy. Especially considering that when I was a sophomore at Temple University I was part of a facebook group called &quot;I eat meat with every meal...&quot; &amp;nbsp;My affinity for all sorts of meats has been ongoing for as long as I can remember. &amp;nbsp;I used to daydream of days </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/03/meatless-mondaycrossing-my-fingers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0DeAd5tV8bvtuNGUlOvKsQIJ8YQ8JTe2u4ZAFV_IfO75_83yK38NP7IHHbtWKgRPUN8OeDZaruMoVHQ5-NGoBxZkM4Ym-nrKcJT7nuB0KaUS3Etb8OoLVfcUAUaaNGJ7X7EIPUj182_h-/s72-c/no-meat-shirt.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-5329390521668481481</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T10:28:16.669-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brandon Carter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rock the Dub</category><title>Subway, Bus, or Walking...my new anthem (until i buy a car!)</title><atom:summary type="text">So Apparently Joell Oritz has a song called &quot;Beamer, Benz or Bentley&quot;. &amp;nbsp;Its a lyrical ode to some of the cars we all love and dream of having (even the most anti-capitalist would drive a BMW M5 anyday...). I heard it in my boy&#39;s new Nissan Altima. &amp;nbsp;Congrats Ty, you bum!
As an urbanomad I make many of my decisions on where to go based on the availability of public transit. &amp;nbsp;I live </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/03/subway-bus-or-walkingmy-new-anthem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-8653512562235729459</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T00:02:36.174-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events for Kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Events in NYC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood Fridays</category><title>Fatherhood Fridays!!</title><atom:summary type="text">I must apologize for the tardiness of this post. &amp;nbsp;Friday is almost over. &amp;nbsp;But I will still look out for all my fathers out there (and mothers who love them...)


I&#39;m learning that resources are very important for fathers looking for places to take the kiddies during the weekend. &amp;nbsp;Often times we do the most dismal, boring things because we are not in the &quot;mommy-know&quot; circles. &amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/03/fatherhood-fridays_19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-8905157848288967923</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T00:15:36.091-04:00</atom:updated><title>iPhone blogging/ Brookyn Springlove Pt. 1</title><atom:summary type="text">This is my first blog using my iPhone. I knew there had to be an app for it. There&#39;s an app for everything...recipes, restaurants, even restrooms. Alliteration aside I&#39;m grateful for this app because it allows me to post on the go. That&#39;s dope. Speaking of dope, I took a walk from my apt in Crown heights to the 3 train on eastern pkwy and, the spring weather is reminding me of why I love this </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/03/iphone-blogging-brookyn-springlove-pt-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2898580028656822985.post-7848958272666995225</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-12T16:14:40.959-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Jackson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fatherhood Fridays</category><title>FatherHood Fridays!!</title><atom:summary type="text">It takes guts to step up to a challenge and it takes maturity to tackle a responsibility with confidence.  I represent a piece of our community that isn&#39;t very well-represented these days.  I represent the Father.  My train of thought was to say that I don&#39;t fit the traditional role of a father, but it seems that the tradition of fatherhood in our community is slowly fizzing out...like the </atom:summary><link>http://urbanomad110.blogspot.com/2010/03/fatherhood-fridays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mr. Jackson)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWDo5ovI2ThTqY3FHV5hZhgHuxQsM7bro9ckI1c8N1jqa-gx9A-mRB_BwgG7WtD5YkJ2tKr2aEBs-iFvW5KblrscYBpqHqNQZbvHG9wvHddenu6iA2PshYrQfnMPFHnRs6mSiFGzGviz-/s72-c/SuperStock_1574R-25973.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>