Well Nas said it and every gotdamn body is talking about him again despite a piss-poorly executed album.

Well, at least they were before everybody got their hands on it. Now nobody seems to care.

Nasir Jones, this is your life.

Oh yeah, and he didn’t even prove hip-hop was dead.

“…i’m tangled in my chord, huh? bored…”

I’ve managed to bore the living shit out of myself as a blogger. And it’s not that I don’t think I can still write. I mean, Hey God, it’s me Panama…let’s get real. You don’t get as sexxy as I am without understanding one’s capabilities.

Dr. Strangejazz…that’s one.

Everyday I just go about life without even thinking of updating I come here to write something and despite the myriad ideas floating around this educated sphere of mine, I opt to leave nothing. I half decided to just leave blogging in 2006 — let 2007 be about bringing one of my real projects to fruition.

And then I got yelled at. Have you ever been yelled at thru an Instant Messenger? No? Who’d a thunk that it would be effective?

Not I says papa bear.

Anyway, I suppose this serves as my temporary adios of sorts. Perhaps I’ll get the itch to start writing something tomorrow. Perhaps not. Maybe one day I’ll decide that I’ve got the spirit and I’ll start writing in spurts.

Or perhaps not.

Supple…ya know, for old time’s sake.

Plus, it’s not like I can really let this blog go. Do you realize how many things I’ve done because of this blog?

Here’s a short list of things directly impacted by merely deciding to blog 2.5 years ago:

- I entered, enjoyed, and ended a long-term long distance relationship with a woman I met thru this here site. She’s fine too if not a little bit off (relax, I know I am too). And yes, she will read this. And yes, I will pay for that statement. Though she has determined that I’m not allowed to call her an ex, since unbeknownst to damn near all of you, at one point, I was seriously considering marrying her. She contends that puts her at a level above an ex. That’s a debate if I’ve ever had one.

- Been offered more random backwater ass writing jobs than I’d know what to do with. I’ve been offered mostly hip-hop writing jobs, something I’d never really want to do. I think to much to focus on hip-hop so much. Plus, I get bored with all the goings-ons of rap all the time.

- Written for Allhiphop.com a few times. I kind of have an open invitation there to write some shit.

- I’m actually a registered songwriter for ASCAP (American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers) and had one of my songs played on the radio.

- Met some of the best damn folks ever, two of which could even be considered two of my best friends. Mostly because they know all of my shit. Like ALL of it.

- Actually, I’ve met quite a few people on this thing you all call the Internet that know all of my shit.

- Began and have damn near finished a book project.

- Envisioned, founded, started, and editor-in-chiefed a web-based e-zine that should be returning SOMETIME in the near future. Ask me not for I know not when it shall return like the Prodigal Son.

- Became a cast member of a cutting-room-floored BET television show, Homiez, loosely based on the television show Friends.

Speaking of BET, isn’t the American Gangster series just downright great? I’ve learned so much about Blacks penchant for crime that I find myself feeling slightly guilty about rooting for the bad guys. I have to give BET credit as well. There is no praising going on. If anything, they’re very clear in their intent to not heap any praise on these criminals, but explain how they’ve managed to destroy their own communities. For once, I can actually say Kudos! to BET.

Hold. Me.

- I’m convinced I almost took out Starbucks. Evidence to prove this is nowhere to be found. But I do know that I’m responsible for more people’s cessation of Starbucks intakeage than I’m actually aware of. It takes a village, people.

- Created, and then saw TVOne take an idea I came up with and run with it, though I’m sure it won’t be NEARLY as good as my original idea.

- Was accused of being the online alter-ego of Aaron McGruder (of Boondocks fame). No lie, I got an email from somebody who accused me of being Aaron McGruder and I’m convinced didn’t initially believe me when I said I wasn’t. That was a high-point.

- Hosted a weekly open-mic night in Washington, DC. That shit was fun beyond imagination. And I met SO many people doing that. Lots of chicks too. It’s always good to meet women.

Supple.

- Made beaucoup contacts and offended some folks — always a high point in life. You’re never really doing your job unless somebody is offended.

- Just had a good damn time shooting the shit. I’ve also upped my Hell points in tremendous order.

As you can see (and this is by no means an exhaustive list), I’ve managed to do a lot of shit as a result of this blog so I’d be crazy to fold it altogether. However, for the right now, meantime between time, unless I get an email from somebody telling me that they’ll cut out my entrails and feed them to my been-dead-for-10 years dog Bruno if I don’t post something in the next few days…

…I’m gone. And I don’t know if that means for a week or a year. Or forever in this form.

Me and Common are trying to find forever…except I’m way less gay than he is.

But you know you can always seem in DC with my man Frank White running up in something.

Holla at a playa when you see me in the street…or just holla at a playa period.

Signed, sealed, delivered.

Goodnight and goodluck.

To everybody who’s been reading and has at the very least enjoyed themselves here, thanks for sleepwalking…for real. I appreciate it like you wouldn’t believe. I’d buy you something, except that would cause me to spend my money. I’ll holla back at you when I get some corporate sponsorship for my left foot.

Sincerely,

Panama Jackson Is Dead

“…whether its next year, 10 years, or 20 years from now, you won’t be able to say that this brother lied to you, jack…”