Ebony Mommy tagged me with the NonBlog Meme about a week ago and I’ve been dreading this post ever since. Part of the reason is that writing is one of the things that moves me, and I can’t cite it in my “three things I love more than blogging.” Another reason is that it made me realize how boring I am.

The Rules:

1. After your intro, copy/paste this line and the rules below it: The originator wants to see how far it goes so please keep his link intact: http://rileycentral.net/

2. Encourage people to post with the incentive of a link by including those who have passed it along here:(Your link here and so on . . .) Seriously, what the heck does this part mean?

3. Visit at least 3 on the list that have written and passed this meme. Leave them a comment..

Damien at Riley Central says, ?Today I hereby unblog my mind with this post. One reason MANY of us writers get writer?s block is because we don?t nurture the things that give us joy. We spend too much time on the computer trying to write when we haven?t done anything worthy of writing about! To illustrate what makes me tick, and what gives me pure joy I am choosing 3 things I enjoy more than blogging and writing about them! Pick three things that enrapture, consume, fascinate, or otherwise enliven you more than blogging. Then write a few lines about each to explain what the nonblog activity does for you, why and how.?

Top 3 things I enjoy more than blogging:

1. Reading – I truly enjoy reading memoir. It’s because I’m nosy. Good memoir is kind of like being confided in by an old friend. It can be moving, funny, depressing, inspiring, or any of a thousand other things. The most significant aspect, the reason that unconsciously moves me to the memoir section when I first step into any library, is memoir’s inherent truth. Real people lived the experiences being written about. They aren’t characters conceived while riding the subway, they are (or were) living, breathing beings. Recently I’ve read about a depressed comedian, a black man obsessed with the idea of the perfect fatherhood, a woman married to a crack head, and a man that was a New York Times bureau chief in West Africa during part of the rein of Mobutu Sese Seko. These people are real.

2. Talking to my son – My boy is hilarious (he gets it from his mother). I’m sure that most parents think that their kid is the funniest kid alive, and that’s fine. I’m part of that group. He says the funniest things, tells the lamest knock-knock jokes EVER, and pulls out the most random words. Moments ago before he went to sleep he said “OK, I’m going to bed. And I’m going to dream about the MTA.” That kind of statement is one that only a four year old can make.

3. Eating – I get my 225 pound honestly. I don’t think that there are too many things as wonderful as barbecued duck from the Guyanese/Chinese place, beef ribs and skirt steak from the Brazilian place, pigs feet from the soul food spot, or curry shrimp from the Indian place. I love me some fresh sushi. I am overcome with joy on the rare occasion when I can indulge in a platter of deep fried lobster. There’s nothing like a gourmet cheeseburger. On top of all that what I get at home is even better. There’s no meat that has gone uncooked in my house (aside from rabbit). We don’t save Sunday dinner for Sunday. And don’t let me get started with desert. Actually, I think I’m going to leave that alone.

That’s it. Those are my three. I left off one that I thought would have fallen under the category of stating the obvious. I’m tagging DJ Black Adam, Whit, and The Non-Superwoman.