It’s never enough

After working through the formula for Positive Predictive Value in my data analysis course, I should now definitely analyze what I have in common with Eminem.

But it’s after 9 p.m. and I’m tired, and anyhow, this rap pretty much says it:

No matter how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many magazines on my nuts
No matter how many MC’s I eat up
Ooh ooh, it’s never enough

You don’t have to be a rap star to know that feeling. (If I predicted Eminem’s death every day for the next year, how many False Negatives would I get?)

My own personal hater is always demanding more battles to go in and win.

That personal hater’d be me.

Yeah. Haters gonna hate. Some part of me is still hatin’ and that’s the Devil. I’m not Richard Burton but the Devil drives.

But there’s something else. Eminem doesn’t say it directly, and he shouldn’t, but there’s another thing driving him that ain’t the haters.

I may be a little too fast paced and racy
Sometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty times
Cuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I’m goin too fast cuz my mind is racing

Today I woke up before 7, even though I went to sleep just after midnight and it’s a Saturday and I was looking forward to sleeping in.

My mind is racing.

Thinking about colors, shapes, floating and crashing, and there’s nothing I care about but creating something.

I got up.

And even though my day got eaten by all the magazines on my nuts – cleaning the kitchen and finishing a book and cooking lunch and returning a defective lamp to Home Depot and schlepping home from Atlanta and studying data analysis and now writing this blog – that thing is still there and NOW I am gonna spin some rhymes with those colors.

Day 131 is another day in 2015. But I’m just showing the shield.

Day 131 2015