<?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-6306292</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:36.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salvador Gabor Project</title><subtitle type='html'>Informative, Humorous, and on the cutting edge of "Intelligent Ignorance".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-115869189211220154</id><published>2006-09-19T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:39:19.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"They got me trapped"-TupacBy Master Peguese PortiereThis is my first installment on the Salvador Gabor Project but Sallimo has been a great friend of mine for years and is letting me use his platform to educate/state my opinion on the topic of marriage. The year is 2006 and the dynamics of marriage have changed. Over half of marriages end in divorce with many of those siting infidelity as the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/115869189211220154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/115869189211220154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/09/they-got-me-trapped-tupac-by-master.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-115349292503178500</id><published>2006-07-21T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:42:05.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crabfeasts Gone Wild, Volume 1by Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  Crabfeasts Gone Wild is part of the newest DVD collection being brought to you by the Stink Johnson Entertainment Group in association with Millionaires in Slippers Productions. This spectacular DVD set just dives right into summertime with an all access look at cookouts &amp; crabfeasts and how they get down, dirty, and flat out riggity raw. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/115349292503178500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/115349292503178500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/07/crabfeasts-gone-wild-volume-1-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-115220297591006162</id><published>2006-07-06T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:24:09.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As many of you have noticed, we haven't been "at it" as usual. But that should be changing back to normal soon. This site is maintained by 3 individuals. I ("Salvador Gabor") tend to contribute the most articles but, my 2 partners ("Reggie" and "Gartrelle") also contribute great work. Up until recently, we have received all positive responses on our work. But one article recently raised some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/115220297591006162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/115220297591006162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-many-of-you-have-noticed-we-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114857575657358467</id><published>2006-05-25T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:49:16.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"QUICK TIPS"By Reggie Dinkins, Jr.All furniture owners looking to sell couches need to be ready to answer this questionaire upon buyers request.1. How many times per week, do you sit naked on the couch?2. If yes, to #1, how many times unbathed was your naked tail?3. How many whole-naked sexings has your couch endured?4. If yes to #3, how many spunk marks?5. If #4 is applicable, how were the spunk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114857575657358467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114857575657358467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/05/quick-tips-by-reggie-dinkins-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114772401064024518</id><published>2006-05-15T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:13:30.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Look, a Bent...Oh, it's just another 300" By Gartrelle W. Sexton, Esq. "It's cool to have a Bentley, I want a Bentley." (c) Cee-Lo Green Aight, this needs to be said once and for all. I need to address the Chrysler 300 phenomenom. That is NOT a Bentley dog! I repeat, your Chrysler 300 is not a Bentley. I know they let you customize your new 300. Your got the 20's shining. You got the chrome mesh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114772401064024518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114772401064024518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-bent.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114590266524296479</id><published>2006-04-24T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:17:45.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Than A Game By Gartrelle W. Sexton, Esq. “It’s spring again, everybody know it’s spring again.” © Biz Markie Good people, the weather is warming up, birds are chirping like Nextels, and flowers are blooming.  So that can only mean one thing for Black people: It’s cookout time!  That’s right, it’s time to fire up the grill, throw some dogs and wings on the Weber and start a fire.  Ladies are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114590266524296479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114590266524296479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-than-game-by-gartrelle-w.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114381816661372681</id><published>2006-03-31T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T10:16:06.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personalsby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  Today we are helping out our lonely brethren by the 2's.  There's nothing wrong with being polite, and treating a woman like she wants to be treated, but you can't always let them know that before you meet them.  Let's meet 2 of the most affectionate holding-hands, nose-rubbing, and 2 of the most ticklish niggas in Alabama. Anthiny &amp; Carl Whitney are 2 young </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114381816661372681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114381816661372681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/03/personals-by-reggie-dinkins-jr_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114373639231718872</id><published>2006-03-30T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:35:31.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"THE STATE OF THE SOCIAL INTERNET UNION ADDRESS"By Salvador GaborNow that we are approaching the spring time and the summer months to follow, I feel a need to address all of you folks who spend your 8 hours at work searching the net. Today is a great day for Social Internet Executives and Technicians alike. There are so many website to search. We have shopping sites, discussion boards, chat rooms</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114373639231718872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114373639231718872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/03/state-of-social-internet-union-address.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114356413543712356</id><published>2006-03-28T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:42:15.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"DRESSED AND CODED"It's spring again. And you gotz to beware. The street walkers are out here. From 12:00 PM to 2:30 PM daily, downtown niggas are on the prowl. Toothpicks in their mouth and shoes shined. From the court buildings to the Government buildings, they are out. There is nothing a lil sunshine and windy air can't do to make the lunchhour seem a lil longer than it should. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114356413543712356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114356413543712356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/03/sals-corner-dressed-and-coded-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114314716367618713</id><published>2006-03-23T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:52:43.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gambling With Your Social Lifeby Reggie Dinkins, Jr. Many people see gambling as an investment, and others see it as a detriment to society, marriage, parenthood and even friendship. Gambling can be a useful tool in come-upedness. You might score $1700 shooting dice on a website, or you might cause some young woman to lose all self-confidence trying to juggle time. People often times suggest that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114314716367618713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114314716367618713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/03/gambling-with-your-social-life-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114234406478368916</id><published>2006-03-14T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:47:44.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personalsby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  Marvin Diggs is a hardworking man looking for love, and a woman who don't mind smelling feet. A man known for putting cognac in his coffee, and not washing behind his ears, Marvin likes to keep things quiet. Marvin has been a dump truck driver/bull dozer operator/golf cart operator. Marvin is known to studder a little bit when talking about his Redskins, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114234406478368916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114234406478368916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/03/personals-by-reggie-dinkins-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114228193760734203</id><published>2006-03-13T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:36:11.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"PUT ME IN COACH"Amateur athletics has been a major part of the inner-city members of the African-American society for over 50 years. Many of our most athletic boys and girls have grown up and become world-class athletes. And for a portion of our young community, the lack of father figures in the household led our youth to look towards outside influences to be the main figures of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114228193760734203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114228193760734203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/03/sals-corner-put-me-in-coach-amateur.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-114105915771447437</id><published>2006-02-27T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:52:37.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"CLASS CLOWNS" PART 1Ladies, I've been hearing you complaining about men. Always in our ears talking about how bad we are. I've noticed some common themes. "It aint no good men out here". "These men are cheap". "I have the worst dates". Well, I've come to save the day for you ladies. Today's lesson will be ways to avoid dealing with CLOWNS. I stick up for the fellas alot but, Im gonna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114105915771447437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/114105915771447437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/02/sals-corner-class-clowns-part-1-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113889794049862289</id><published>2006-02-02T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:32:20.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"TODAY IN BLACK HISTORY - FEBRUARY 2nd"By Salvador GaborMelvin Washington better known throughout Dade County as "Spruce" was the first inner-city African American drug dealer to surpass the $1 Million mark in net drug sales in only ONE month in 1984. Many hustlers such as Alberto "Alpo" Martinez and Richard Porter and other infamous New York hustlers had grossed a million in a month but why down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113889794049862289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113889794049862289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-in-black-history-february-2nd-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113881024827535147</id><published>2006-02-01T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:17:26.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Black American State of the Union Address By Gartrelle W. Sexton, Esq. In honor of Black History Month, I want to address my fellow Black Americans about the state of our union. Now many of you are probably saying, “What union? I don’t see any unity.” You know what?  You’re right, there is no real unity among our people and I honestly don’t think there ever will be. Wow, I have no hope for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113881024827535147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113881024827535147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-american-state-of-union-address.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113708116130290882</id><published>2006-01-12T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:52:41.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"2006 PERSONALS"By Salvador GaborClyde "Big Stank" Tolliver has been considered as a chocolate morsel to many low-class and low self-esteemed and no self-esteemed women across the seven cities area in middle Virginia. From Newport News to Suffolk to Portsmouth, he was known for his suave moves on the dance floor and in the bedroom. But since moving north to Washington, D.C., "Big Stank" isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113708116130290882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113708116130290882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-personals-by-salvador-gabor-clyde.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113699745613269658</id><published>2006-01-11T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:37:36.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"BIDNESS TO TAKE CARE OF"By Salvador GaborGreetings. My name is Duval.......Clarence Latrell Duval, III but Im also known as "Peaches". Im here to voice an opportunity to all young women looking to venture out into Adult Services. Now Now, no need to fear, thats just Madupe' standing behind me. Madupe' is my Ugandan bodyguard. A fly young nigga like myself has to walk softly and carry a big stick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113699745613269658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113699745613269658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/bidness-to-take-care-of-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113690966625552743</id><published>2006-01-10T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:32:37.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS.........."By Salvador GaborIts a CELEBRATION!This week marks the 2-Year Anniversary of what we know as "The Salvador Gabor Project"January 9th, 2004 marked the creation of this site. January 12th, 2004 marked the first official posting on the site. For the rest of the week we will take a look down memory lane at the first two years. But before we do anything, lemme get my "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113690966625552743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113690966625552743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-know-what-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113682917434904221</id><published>2006-01-09T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:57:43.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"PARK IT"Today we have to address an interesting subject. PARKING. Parking is essential to life. If you wanna go ANYWHERE you have to park once you get there. And you cant do ANYTHING before you park. So today we will go into several examples and instances of how parking effects usI. PROPER PRONOUNCIATION:"PARKS" - This is not the way you address your lack of a parking space. "It aint</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113682917434904221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113682917434904221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/sals-corner-park-it-today-we-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113658009841228262</id><published>2006-01-06T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:41:38.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its 2006, get those juices flowing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113658009841228262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113658009841228262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-2006-get-those-juices-flowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113649250740548691</id><published>2006-01-05T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:21:47.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"GROUP PROJECT"By Salvador GaborGroup projects are the best. It gives you an opportunity to work with others. It's a preview of what is to come in life. While in college I never understood these projects. But, if a group is strong, it can be an advantage to do things within a group setting. If the group is NOT strong, it's an opportunity for you to pass on knowledge and also step up and be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113649250740548691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113649250740548691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/group-project-by-salvador-gabor-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113639773444278244</id><published>2006-01-04T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T13:02:14.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAMBLIN' FOR JANUARY 4th, 2006"YO BUTT AINT MADE FOR THAT"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113639773444278244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113639773444278244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/ramblin-for-january-4th-2006-yo-butt.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113630596616066397</id><published>2006-01-03T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:32:46.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE WAY""THE WAY" is the place where we grew up. Sometimes it can be the place where we hang. It could be both. It could be the PEOPLE that make up the place where you grew up and/or hung. And its ALWAYS niggas that have special qualities that make up "THE WAY""AROUND THE WAY" - It's always that one dude that aint never where he supposed to be. "Meet me around the way in 15 minutes".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113630596616066397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113630596616066397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2006/01/sals-corner-way-way-is-place-where-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113468429177214230</id><published>2005-12-15T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T17:06:10.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Jaguars"By Salvador GaborThe Brothers of the GAMMA BAMMA BAMMA chapter of KA-RAH-TAY INNNNNNNNNNCORPORATED, would like to present their Annual Christmas special "Jaguars". "Jaguars" is a dance/musical about 4 young Karate specialists in the brisk and cold world of Chicago, Illinois in the early 70's. "Mad Terry" played by Braxton Covington (pictured in the lower center) discovers that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113468429177214230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113468429177214230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/12/jaguars-by-salvador-gabor-brothers-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113459800735935633</id><published>2005-12-14T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:06:47.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A LETTER TO MY SON"By Salvador GaborHello Johnny Junior. This is your father. I hope this letter greets you in good spirits. I wanted to write you because I love you son. Your mother sent me your information and I thought I'd write you. Your mother told me you are a muslim now. Big momma didnt take that too well. She likes her chittlins so I guess you know how that goes. I know I hadn't talked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113459800735935633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113459800735935633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/12/letter-to-my-son-by-salvador-gabor.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113449027993777249</id><published>2005-12-13T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:11:19.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"4-LETTER WORDS"My momma always told me not to use them 4-letter words. Yall know what they are. This site is PG-24. Pretty good if you at least 24 years old. But we dont use them words on here. My mother also said that people should be examples for what they believe in. Don't teach and preach something that you aint living. But my mother told me not to use them bad 4-letter words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113449027993777249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113449027993777249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/12/sals-corner-4-letter-words-my-momma.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113398903992780491</id><published>2005-12-07T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:21:09.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE HYMNAL: THE LOST PAGES"I've always heard singers and rappers talk about their youth and how they used to sing in the church choir. I began to take a deep look into songs of some famous artists and the correlation between their music that is currently being played in "secular" areas yet still having a "church" foundation. Today we will take a look at a few songs that HAVE to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113398903992780491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113398903992780491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/12/sals-corner-hymnal-lost-pages-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113206850705860367</id><published>2005-11-15T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:28:27.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The TRUTH Shall Set You Free"By Salvador Gabor"Momma said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this........My momma said". Momma did say there'd be days like this. She always said "The truth will set you free as well". The TRUTH. What is it? The TRUTH is the honest opinion anor standpoint within your heart. I was always taught to tell the truth. Tell it at all costs. Even if people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113206850705860367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113206850705860367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/11/truth-shall-set-you-free-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113198203393782661</id><published>2005-11-14T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:27:13.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's CornerWHAT'S THAT #1 BIRTHDAY MONTHYes indeed. Birthdays are celebrated everyday. Except for Jehovah's Witnesses but anywho. We always look at the special day that we were born. But we often forget the day of Conception. Weeks ago we took a deep look into birthday months but, let's look into the conception month 9 months prior to that birth date. Keep in mind, some of yall were "pre-mee's" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113198203393782661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113198203393782661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/11/sals-corner-whats-that-1-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113112280561385816</id><published>2005-11-10T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:31:41.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE CREW: THE NEW YORK KNICKS"As we continue this NBA theme, we now take a look at the Knicks. I find the Knicks to be a very interesting group of young men. Imagine this being a gang or neighborhood crew? Alot of trouble would be ahead for these young men. I often look at teams like this and wonder how they act on road trips? How they act in the hotels? In the locker room? So you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113112280561385816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113112280561385816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/11/sals-corner-crew-new-york-knicks-as-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113140583974962348</id><published>2005-11-07T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:23:59.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"PARENTAL MISTAKES"Im not a parent. I cant say I'm planning on being one. But if it happens......it happens. Anyway, Ive observed parenthood for sometime now and I see some mistakes that parents make. Yeah it's easy to call it when you AREN'T in the situation but hey.........I'm gonna do me. But here are a few things that parents shouldn't do*HINDERING YOUR CHILDREN FROM TALKING TO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113140583974962348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113140583974962348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/11/sals-corner-parental-mistakes-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113086466991812945</id><published>2005-11-01T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:06:06.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE CREW: THE INDIANA PACERS"In keeping with the NBA theme for the week, I wanted to look at a team or two over the next few weeks. I wanted to break down some teams and I wondered......."WHAT IF NBA TEAMS WERE GANGS/NEIGHBORHOOD CREWS"? How would or could we run down the team if they were a crew of fellas off the court in a regular urban neighborhood? I took the INDIANA PACERS and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113086466991812945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113086466991812945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/11/sals-corner-crew-indiana-pacers-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-113077005222842503</id><published>2005-10-31T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:47:32.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"DONT LET YA BABIES DATE NBA PLAYERS"The NBA Season starts this week. And as it begins I began to think about NBA players in general. As many of you may already know, the NBA has issued a change in the dress code for players on travel and players who are inactive for play on gamedays. And I thought about how players present themselves. And I wondered, what would it be like to see one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113077005222842503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/113077005222842503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/10/sals-corner-dont-let-ya-babies-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112990940747272812</id><published>2005-10-21T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:43:27.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personalsby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  Meet Troydette Smalls, another one of our hoeless romantics searching the earth and Asia for true love or backroom boogie, whichever comes first. Troydette has been without love for a while now. He quit his job at the Government Printing Office because he just lost his love for binding paper, and making party flyers on the side. He wanted to pursue his love of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112990940747272812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112990940747272812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/10/personals-by-reggie-dinkins-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112915357419182031</id><published>2005-10-12T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:48:35.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"THE STEAKS ARE HIGH"By Salvador GaborFor many people, lunch is just a small task in the eye of a true worker. For John F. Cruz, lunch is a way of life and a way to expand business. "Lunch is how I get through the day. I plan my morning thinking of how fast I can get by this time just to get to lunch. Then from lunch till the end of the day I have to plan other strategies to get that far" says </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112915357419182031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112915357419182031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/10/steaks-are-high-by-salvador-gabor-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112912846143603601</id><published>2005-10-12T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:47:41.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"WOMEN TO WATCH OUT FOR IN THE WINTER of 2005"This is the latest edition of what we know as "People to watch out for". I often make it my best effort to keep yall abreast on who is out here causing danger to our society. Ive never steered you wrong. Have I? I was the one who told you to watch for women who wear Shawls/Ponchos. I was the one who say stay near those carrying lunch to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112912846143603601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112912846143603601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/10/sals-corner-women-to-watch-out-for-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112787566705748153</id><published>2005-09-27T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:49:54.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"ANNOUNCEMENT OF MATRIMONY"By Salvador GaborMAXINE &amp; "BIG" CRAIG MCINTYRE 1814 Days since we got Married(Yes WE are a little late, bare with us)ABOUT USAbout MaxineI am a 10-year U.S. Postal Service worker also with experience in Part-Time Nocturnal Security in Government Buildings. My knack for overseeing and observing makes me a wonderful "catch" in the eyes of "Big" Craig. Born in Detroit, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112787566705748153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112787566705748153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/09/announcement-of-matrimony-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112777509009200142</id><published>2005-09-26T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:51:30.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"DONT BE SCURRED"How many of yall ever been SCARED in your life? I mean SCURRED!?!?!?! You didn't think you were gonna make it but, somehow you made it through. Being scared is natural but, I think some things scare some more than others. But, there are common scary moments for EVERYONE. "I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING" - Like, why can't you tell me now. "Oh we'll talk later". NO dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112777509009200142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112777509009200142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/09/sals-corner-dont-be-scurred-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112742557082692074</id><published>2005-09-22T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T17:46:58.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"CELL PHONE ADVERTISEMENT"By Salvador GaborI have a fascination with "Boost" mobile phones. It's interesting to me how folks who have THAT BAD of a credit report that can't get a regular phone and they have to pay as they go. I'm not "Mr 800 Credit Score" myself but dag if you gotta drop more than $200 on a deposit something is wrong. "Thats neither here nor there" but anyway. I've noticed that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112742557082692074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112742557082692074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/09/cell-phone-advertisement-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112734133296190764</id><published>2005-09-21T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:23:20.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"FAST FOOD REVIEW"Im just doing my job. I gotta give the people what they want. Today I will be reviewing a few Fast Food joints that we frequent. Just giving you a "heads up" AND a briefing on the spots in general and what they are known for and what to watch for.* KFC - KFC is not the best place to go at night. Hostility is the word that comes to mind. Some old lady is ALWAYS in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112734133296190764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112734133296190764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/09/sals-corner-fast-food-review-im-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112662166200136815</id><published>2005-09-13T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:27:42.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"YALL NEED TO STOP" (THE "SOME'n LIKE IT" -REMIX-)Last week we talked about things that were something LIKE the real thing but NOT the real thing. Today we are gonna talk about RETAILERS and their ploys to take our money for a bad product. Now if Im paying for something, dont say "Oh its some'n like it", JUST go back to the drawing board. And thats REAL! Don't sell me nothing cheap or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112662166200136815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112662166200136815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/09/sals-corner-yall-need-to-stop-somen.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112619487533534548</id><published>2005-09-08T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:54:35.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check out http://www.geedell.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112619487533534548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112619487533534548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/09/check-out-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112603146306137839</id><published>2005-09-06T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:31:03.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"SOME'THIN LIKE IT"Come on yall. Let's be real. Time out for all this faking. If it aint the real thing, it just aint real and it aint worth our time. Either you is or you aint. I dont wanna hear "Oh Im Some'n like it". If you not, you not.* "PLAY COUSINS" - Black folk are the worst. We be like 37 still talking about "Thats my Play Cousin, Denisha". Denisha is not your cousin, play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112603146306137839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112603146306137839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/09/sals-corner-somethin-like-it-come-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112543237300497510</id><published>2005-08-30T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:06:13.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"The BREAKUP Part 2"Today we will discuss phrases often used towards the end of a relationship. These maybe key words to remember so pay attention.* "YOU DONT ACT THE SAME ANYMORE" - If this is said to you.........you probably have crossed the line to an extent. You used to be the funny person who was care free. Now you concerned about everywhere I go and who I'm with. The people who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112543237300497510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112543237300497510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/sals-corner-breakup-part-2-today-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112498009045407926</id><published>2005-08-25T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:33:25.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Pioneer in Black Loveby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  Curtis Little is a man of many talents, and is most often recognized for his efforts to put a little bass in the tune of Black Love. He is a trained carpenter and blacksmith, and is a renown craftsman. He can do anything from creating bedroom dinette sets to shoeing horses and mules. However his crowning achievement is "Curtis' Little Sweet Spot", a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112498009045407926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112498009045407926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/pioneer-in-black-love-by-reggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112492127213923896</id><published>2005-08-24T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:07:52.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE BREAKUP" PART 1As you know, Im always on my job furiously tryna find good info for you people to use at your discretion. NOW even when Im gone for a day or two, Im working. And now Im back. Back with some very important info. August is a tough month. Alot of "Summer Love" ends in August. Alot of break-ups occur during this time of the year. And I thought about it the other day...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112492127213923896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112492127213923896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/sals-corner-breakup-part-1-as-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112446089138360215</id><published>2005-08-19T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:14:51.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wilbert's Internet Datingby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  There are many people in the society of yesterday who live life today. That being said there are some folk who just have a hard time attracting the type of woman or man that they are looking for, or might not be looking for but would gladly take.  Here at "Wilbert's Internet Dating" we try to turn garlic breath and chittlin deodorant into an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112446089138360215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112446089138360215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/wilberts-internet-dating-by-reggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112437786562753269</id><published>2005-08-18T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:11:05.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the World By Both Handsby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  Leonard "Big Burger" Clement, the world renown competitive eater, and bus rider departed from this world on Saturday, August 13, 2005. Big Burger was a pleasant man who was known to eat and sing, sometimes at the same time. He was often called a restauranter, because that is what he did, he went to restaurants. From McDonald's to Chevy's to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112437786562753269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112437786562753269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/take-world-by-both-hands-by-reggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112428598959703747</id><published>2005-08-17T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:29:32.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Personalsby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  PeTunia "Teetsy" Gaines is yet another lonely heart looking for love. She is an urban sociapath who enjoys the upper-eschelon of low-class. This 26-28-30 former Swimming Hole Suit model enjoys cooking, dancing, and $2 cabarets. PeTunia likes to prepare meals for her man and getting romantic all the while. Teetsy loves to shower her mate with gifts and kisses, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112428598959703747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112428598959703747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/personals-by-reggie-dinkins-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112411884908175361</id><published>2005-08-15T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:14:09.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE BUCKET PACKET"Maybe some of you are fortunate enough to never experience driving a "BUCKET". Well.....I wasn't! I know what it is to be in a "BUCKET" and it can hurt sometimes. The summer is coming to an end and with the cooler weather comes more problems for "BUCKET" drivers. Here are some tips on what you need and what you need to do to weather the storms of "THE BUCKET"* 50 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112411884908175361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112411884908175361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/sals-corner-bucket-packet-maybe-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112378926713954100</id><published>2005-08-11T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:41:07.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NATIONAL NIGGAGRAPIC PRESENTS: "WHERE ARE THEY NOW?"By Salvador GaborNational Niggagraphic in association with "THE BLACK PENTAGON" presents the first and initial installment of "WHERE ARE THEY NOW?". JUST when you thought they were gone, this segment showcases certain types of folk that may have slipped under your radar.Today's installment will be dedicated to the Grey yet Frizzled Jheri Curl. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112378926713954100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112378926713954100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-niggagrapic-presents-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112353123561149154</id><published>2005-08-08T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:18:44.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"SLANGUAGE"Ya know.........as always Im here to help my readers. Now I assume that the majority of my readers are of African-American decent. BUT, I never rule out the possibility that many people from other beautiful cultures are looking on as well. And in their observation, they may look to me to be as a bridge of sorts for their communication barriers with "black folk". We can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112353123561149154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112353123561149154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/sals-corner-slanguage-ya-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112316691192279001</id><published>2005-08-04T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:49:34.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUICK ANNOUNCEMENT:A good friend of mine is running a marathon on behalf of AIDS Research. I KNOW we JOKE on here alot but this is serious. For more info read directly below Just click here to support her in this amazing endeavor and check out herpersonal Website:  http://www.aidsmarathon.com/participant.asp?runner=DC-3048&amp;EventCode=HN05If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112316691192279001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112316691192279001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/quick-announcement-good-friend-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112307782198610061</id><published>2005-08-03T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T12:26:07.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mind Your Own Marketby Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  We as a people feel the need to market ourselves, whether it is for a job, a mate, or maybe for a little self esteem influx. However we don't tend to our store, we don't mind our market carefully. Let's take a look at how we can better solicit some of our good and not so obvious qualities. Ladies shall we plan accordingly and eliminate those Rudolph </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112307782198610061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112307782198610061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/mind-your-own-market-by-reggie-dinkins.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112299508513861747</id><published>2005-08-02T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:04:45.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"FOLKS TO STAY AWAY FROM IN THE FALL OF 2005"When I first started this site I vowed never to steer my folk in a bad direction or towards a path that they need not travel. So as always "Im just doing ma' job". I gotta keep yall straight. See this summer is HOT and all of yall acting like the Fall aint coming. Every year we go through this. It's as if niggas aint NEVER seen snow before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112299508513861747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112299508513861747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/08/sals-corner-folks-to-stay-away-from-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112258221540490450</id><published>2005-07-28T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:38:58.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"GREETINGS FROM THE LIGHTSKINNED NIGGA CONVENTION"By Salvador GaborThis is Salvador Gabor reporting live from "The 27th Annual Lightskinned Nigga" Convention in Scottsdale, Arizona. So far, this week has been a captivating and spiritually enlightening experience. All pale and light brown brothers from across the United States have gathered to recapture the better days of our organization. For the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112258221540490450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112258221540490450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/greetings-from-lightskinned-nigga.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112239127395439404</id><published>2005-07-26T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:25:38.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOVIE REVIEW: "THE RISE AND FALL OF RAYFUL EDMOND III"By Salvador GaborDISCLAIMER: THIS IS A "REAL" MOVIE. Many folks who avidly read this site know that myself and other writers on this blog have joked around about books and television shows about Rayful Edmond but, THIS IS A REAL MOVIE."The Rise and Fall of Rayful Edmond III" (http://www.may3rdfilms.com) was an intriguing story about wealth, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112239127395439404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112239127395439404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie-review-rise-and-fall-of-rayful.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112231654257088300</id><published>2005-07-25T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:35:42.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"WASHINGTON DC: THE NAME GAME"I'm a life-long resident of Washington D.C. and ONE thing I've noticed is that D.C. people LOVE to butcher someone's name. We JUST can't pronounce a nigga's name right for the world. And the sad part is, the few folks who do speak the King's English WONT speak up and tell these "ignint" folks that they are pronouncing the word wrong. Below I have listed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112231654257088300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112231654257088300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/sals-corner-washington-dc-name-game-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112170216572267309</id><published>2005-07-18T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:56:05.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"TAG YOU'RE IT"Today we will talk about an interesting situation that Ive noticed has evolved into a problem. TAGS. Yes automobile tags. This has gone from simply a manner in which law enforcement, insurance agencies and the Department of Motor Vehicles keep up with drivers and their automobiles to personal advertisements of who you are, where you are from, what team you like to root </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112170216572267309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112170216572267309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/sals-corner-tag-youre-it-today-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112143825488430026</id><published>2005-07-15T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:37:34.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPORTS NEWS (For Mid-July)By Salvador Gabor* In AAU Basketball News, Sumter, South Carolina's Powerhouse......MT Pisgah Baptist Church has signed Luther "Big Boy" Sanders to play on their "Blessed In Jesus Name" AAU Summer League Basketball team. "Big Boy" never played basketball but, when offered an extra fish dinner or two after the games, he suited up. "Shoot I aint never been happier. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112143825488430026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112143825488430026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/sports-news-for-mid-july-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112135158044127507</id><published>2005-07-14T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:33:00.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Where is I.?"by Reggie Dinkins Jr. "Where is I.?" is a collection of memoirs by the black proactivitionist Issac Varnum Dupree. Dupree is a man known throughout the Florida Park section of Washington, DC who really was proactive and positive about black thought throughout the 1970's. He often examined the concerns of the black people, whether they were concerns they knew or or not. He formed the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112135158044127507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112135158044127507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-is-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112128434175488097</id><published>2005-07-13T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:52:21.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"TEMPerature's RISING"The summer is here. As we know, the rate of TEMP positions in the workplace increases heavily during this time of the year. TEMPS are an interesting group of folks. Today we will look into the lives of TEMPS in the workplace* HOW DO YOU BECOME A TEMP? - Now I know many folks come out of school and TEMP for a while till they get a permanent offer. But sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112128434175488097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112128434175488097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/sals-corner-temperatures-rising-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112085532316479664</id><published>2005-07-08T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:45:28.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A NJDKHTA UPDATE"By Salvador GaborTHIS JUST IN........Niggas_Just_Dont_Know_How_To_Act.com has announced that Clarence Turner of Oakland, Ca has lost a battle with the California Judicial System. He had a year long fight with the courts over a discrimination battle with a few Taverns &amp; Bars in the Bay Area. Apparantly, he was deemed "too old to be UP in da club" by security guards at the front </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112085532316479664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112085532316479664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/njdkhta-update-by-salvador-gabor-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112076608360713377</id><published>2005-07-07T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:54:43.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"When I'm Called Out of My Name"By Salvador GaborI have alot of nicknames. So said to my face.......some said behind my back. You can call me anything........just dont call me too early in the morning....aight.I have strong opinions on life. And I stand by my opinions. I'm often shot and wounded for my feelings on topics. Hey, go ahead....shoot me.......feel free. One of the terms that I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112076608360713377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112076608360713377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-im-called-out-of-my-name-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112066642867810723</id><published>2005-07-06T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:13:48.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"PERSONALS" (Week of July 8th, 2005)By Salvador GaborChristian "Big Boss" McBride is a man of character, heart, and barbeque. This summertime chef is known for grillin' on the porch every weekend. He is the only black man in the Chicago that can cook in ALL WHITE and not get dirty. Ladies, "BIG BOSS" can throw down. He is your typical BIG WHITE SHOE and SHORT SET guy in the summer. So if you like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112066642867810723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112066642867810723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/personals-week-of-july-8th-2005-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-112058954613443084</id><published>2005-07-05T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:52:26.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE DAY YOU FOUND OUT.......PART 2"For those who have been reading this blog since day one, "The Day You Found Out" was the original post on this site. Now a little over a year and a half later I feel a need to do a part 2. Why? Dont ask me. I just feel a need to do so. There are alot of days that change your life. The Day You Found Out.............YOUR FRIEND HAD A JHERI CURL - For </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112058954613443084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/112058954613443084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/07/sals-corner-day-you-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111987492935292706</id><published>2005-06-27T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:22:09.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"Close........But No Cigar"This is a circular world that we live in. 11:59 P.M. is far from 12:01 A.M. on the clock when you go around the circle to get to it. Yet they're only 2 minutes apart. China and California appear to be on opposite sides of the world if you look at a flat map, yet if you travel the "back way" they aren't far apart. There are many instances where you are SO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111987492935292706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111987492935292706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/sals-corner-close.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111945735663358777</id><published>2005-06-22T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:22:36.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"AGE AINT NUTTIN BUT A NUMBER"By Salvador GaborI can remember as a teenager my mother and father would make me do chores. They said that I was old enough to be responsible for taking care of certain items within the household. At that same age, I wanted to go to certain places........but I couldn't go. I wasnt old enough to be responsible for myself in these places.........so said my parents. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111945735663358777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111945735663358777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/age-aint-nuttin-but-number-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111929519595543803</id><published>2005-06-20T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:19:55.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"FELLAS: CAN WE TALK?"I mean for real, can we? I need to holla atchu good dudes for a second. Some things being going on and I need to say something to you. Im not perfect, Im in the wrong as well on some of these items. But we need to talk. * LEAVE HER ALONE - Everytime you see a woman by herself you wanna ease up on her. Like she looking for somebody to chill wit. Sometimes she just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111929519595543803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111929519595543803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/sals-corner-fellas-can-we-talk-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111893666447825859</id><published>2005-06-16T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:44:24.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"STREET BIDNESS"By Salvador GaborExperts within cities such as DC, Detroit, Cleveland and Newark are now revealing what mean street thugs, pushers and pimps have known all along. Dice rolling and Weed Smoking are two strategies used to conduct better bidness throughout the ghettos of the United States. Our street team took it to the streets of DC in particular to see about this revelation of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111893666447825859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111893666447825859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/street-bidness-by-salvador-gabor.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111885424875608336</id><published>2005-06-15T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:50:48.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner: SPECIAL EDITION"Its My Birthday"Break out the Sparking Cider and the cheap cake. JUNE 14TH WAS MY BIRTHDAY. 26 is here. I said goodbye to 25, and hello to "Over the Hill". I'm not mad. I'm actually happy. My homie always says "Im excited about how life is gonna turn out" and for once I understand where he's coming from. I woke up this morning feeling different. Not happy, not sad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111885424875608336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111885424875608336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/sals-corner-special-edition-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111867500079201505</id><published>2005-06-13T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T17:51:51.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"LADIES: CAN WE TALK"Ladies. I just need to speak to yall for a hot second. Now don't get me wrong......I got some things the FELLAS need to hear as well. But that's next week. But I need yall ears and eyes for a little while. No need for a major intro. I just need to rap to yall for a second* DOING WHAT WE DO - Im noticing that alot of women like to boast about how they like sports </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111867500079201505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111867500079201505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/sals-corner-ladies-can-we-talk-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111815564895430703</id><published>2005-06-07T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:47:29.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"JIM CROW IS ALIVE IN 2005"I was riding in a truck with a few friends recently in the downtown D.C. Area. We all noticed that many cars were parked in a lot in the middle of the grass area near the "Mall" right by the "Monument". We pondered upon the question of how the cars got there. A friend then said "We'll never know, that's something that white folks talk about at THEIR meetings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111815564895430703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111815564895430703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/sals-corner-jim-crow-is-alive-in-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111764144261004545</id><published>2005-06-01T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:57:22.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A Deep Look Into NJDKHTA Pt. 1: The Pathless Teachings of Dontrell"By Salvador GaborLast week I introduced many of you to a society known as NJDKHTA. Some refer to it as "Niggas Just Dont Know How To Act". It's a society of young men and women who have no thought for being kosher or respectful about how they conduct themselves. This ghetto society has somewhat of a "Holy Trinity". The first and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111764144261004545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111764144261004545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/06/deep-look-into-njdkhta-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111755584365686128</id><published>2005-05-31T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:10:43.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"Excuses, Excuses"People, especially my YOUNG people. I wanna rap to yall for a second. I know school is over for most of the college students and you are headed back home and working during the summer. You back in the mix in your hometown and you are gonna bump into alot of "friends" and you are tryna rekindle sparks from the past. Also I know there are alot of you folks who aren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111755584365686128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111755584365686128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sals-corner-excuses-excuses-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111721755020814653</id><published>2005-05-27T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:13:29.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"This Week in NJDKHTA" for the week of May 27th, 2005By Salvador GaborThis week in NJDKHTA is not a inside look into an African country. NO its a look into a society. A look into a lifestyle. And most importantly a look into a mindstate. NJDKHTA.......stands for Niggas Just Dont Know How To Act. The members of the society are ghetto, bunk, unruly black folk. The officers in the society are those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111721755020814653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111721755020814653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-week-in-njdkhta-for-week-of-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111712551143433261</id><published>2005-05-26T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:38:31.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"For NIGGAS Only"By Salvador GaborWNIG Radio presents the First Annual "For Niggas Only" Expo being held on June 18th, 2005 in Washington D.C. at the Barry Farms Convention Center conveniently located right off the I-295 Highway on Sumner Road. "For Niggas Only" will mainly be held outside in Southeast DC to accommodate niggas and their love for standing outside and "shootin da breeze".The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111712551143433261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111712551143433261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-niggas-only-by-salvador-gabor-wnig.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111698752820725590</id><published>2005-05-24T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:18:48.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"ASH WEDNESDAY"By Salvador GaborToday I stand before you to announce that the last Wednesday before Memorial Day shall forever on out be known as "ASH WEDNESDAY". This is a calling or a warning to all people who have hid their ashy elbows, knees, ankles, arms and legs with long sleeve shirts and pants that the summer is coming. EVEN if you havent lotioned ALL winter long, NOW is the time. That </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111698752820725590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111698752820725590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/ash-wednesday-by-salvador-gabor-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111687680098781668</id><published>2005-05-23T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:33:20.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"THE EXECUTIVE LOOK"Yes, the ladder of success. Look down, but dont be scared. Fear will make you fall. Look ahead. Look high. Stand stall. Take deep breaths. Work for your own office where you can shut the door and laugh as loud as you want to. Seriously, everyone wants to excel and succeed. It takes alot of hard work. Alot of perserverence. It takes a steadfast mindset. And in some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111687680098781668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111687680098781668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sals-corner-executive-look-yes-ladder.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111651439502035133</id><published>2005-05-19T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:53:15.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AN INTERVIEW WITH ROGER "BIG TYME" WILKINSBy Salvador GaborHere at the Salvador Gabor Project, we long to satisfy your need for insight and a closer look into the lives of the street entrepreneurs. Harold "Big Tyme" Wilkins is no stranger to getting this street money. A 24-hour hustla from North Carolina........"Big Tyme" has resurfaced on the streets of Norfolk, Virginia with ambition, a will to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111651439502035133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111651439502035133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/interview-with-roger-big-tyme-wilkins.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111642921150815972</id><published>2005-05-18T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:13:31.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"THE U.G. MUG SOCIETY CONFERENCE"By Salvador GaborThe UG MUG (Ugly Girls Making United Grief) Society 31st Annual Conference will be taking place at the Richmond Civic Center this Thursday through Sunday in Richmond, Virginia. For over 30 years, UG MUG members have caused havoc in the relationships of pretty girls and men who just want a cool and calm relationship. UNITED GRIEF is their goal. And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111642921150815972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111642921150815972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/u.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111625779133632651</id><published>2005-05-16T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T11:36:31.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"GET RIGHT"Momma always told you....."BOY its time to GET RIGHT". Im not ya momma, ya daddy or top flight security of the world...........but Im some'n like it. And it's time yall. Time to "GET RIGHT". I was always told, dont "half-step" it. Go all out. Get it done. Start it, Finish it and look back at the good job you've done. We halfway doing things. Let's get it done people. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111625779133632651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111625779133632651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sals-corner-get-right-momma-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111589988555884426</id><published>2005-05-12T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:11:25.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obituaries for MAY 2005By Salvador GaborLester "Big Man" Wilkerson was laid to rest on May 7th, 2005. He leaves to mourn his brown slacks, leather vests, Rick James' CD's and his trusty DRIVING GLOVES for his 1986 190 C-Class Benz. See Lester didn't really die, he just committed to a serious relationship with his longtime lover, Valerie. Valerie along with "Big Man's" oldest daughter from his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111589988555884426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111589988555884426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/obituaries-for-may-2005-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111582849489873837</id><published>2005-05-11T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:21:34.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Belly Button Focus Group by Reggie Dinkins, Jr. As the nice weather makes it way upon us like pint of fart propelled by Grandma's old peas, it is pertinent that we are cognizant to those things that I tell you to be cognizant about. You can do as I say or keep thinking that cool mist from the trees aint squirrel piss. This being said the Belly Button Focus Group is a meeting of the minds that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111582849489873837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111582849489873837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/belly-button-focus-group-by-reggie.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111565097833883466</id><published>2005-05-09T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:02:58.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"IS THIS THING ON?2 2 2 2.......testing ONE TWO TWO TWO. Is this thing on? If so I got something to say. Listen up. Im not a person who is stereotypical but, I need to speak to a few groups of people. Im not racist, sexist or a bad person by any means. But by golly I gotta say something to some people. So if I had a chance to voice my opinion to ALL these people within these groups at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111565097833883466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111565097833883466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sals-corner-is-this-thing-on-2-2-2-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111539372709725482</id><published>2005-05-06T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:35:27.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Desperate Housewives"By Salvador GaborI moved to a bad neighborhood. Well not too bad. But some of my neighbors are rough. Rough-minded, rough-talking, rough-acting. No, there aren't any shootouts or anything like that. But, for some strange reason, this neighborhood isn't what it's cracked up to be. When I moved here naturally, the women of the block greeted me. They welcomed me with open arms.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111539372709725482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111539372709725482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/desperate-housewives-by-salvador-gabor.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111532162049243453</id><published>2005-05-05T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T15:33:40.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Ya Style's Played Out"By Salvador GaborIt's hard being a brother named Kwame these days. Either you got on old Polka Dots or you got a broken Jump-Shot. At best you might get to hang with Donald Trump. But, you'll lose you life and wife in the process. These days Kwame aint the best person to be. The following is a PORTION of the definition of the name Kwame according to http://</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111532162049243453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111532162049243453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/ya-styles-played-out-by-salvador-gabor.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111515184421727016</id><published>2005-05-03T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:24:04.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Heavy Elevation"By Salvador GaborWhere are my big girls at? Where are my husky dudes at? I need to speak to yall right quick. I think we need to get together as a people. We need to voice our opinion. We need to speak out. And let this people know........WE LIKE TO GET "FLY" TOO. "Fly" is a state of mind that is enhanced with how we look and where we are. "Fly" is linen outfits on the smooth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111515184421727016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111515184421727016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/heavy-elevation-by-salvador-gabor.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111504840024458710</id><published>2005-05-02T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:40:00.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"Monkey Vision"Monkey See........Monkey Do. That's been the motto for years for people who follow the trends. And honestly.........everybody that involves themselves in activities that are popular at the moment are following a wave, they really have an independent passion for that area but some ARE really riding a wave. So today we will discuss things that EVERYBODY seems to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111504840024458710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111504840024458710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/05/sals-corner-monkey-vision-monkey-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111392074026180011</id><published>2005-04-19T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:25:40.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"TOP 10 QUESTIONS FOR THE SUMMER OF 2005"These questions may not be of concern to you.......but I gotta get a few things off my chest. Let me get my vent on...........JUST for a minute10) WHATS BEEN UP? - Man dont ask me that. Please. When you see me at the cookouts, just say whats up. Or "where you get them shoes from?" or something like that. Cause "Whats been up?" is gonna lead to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111392074026180011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111392074026180011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sals-corner-top-10-questions-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111351450202834569</id><published>2005-04-14T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:35:02.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"MY FIRST LOVE"By Salvador GaborI fell in love. Yes.....again. Seems like Ive known this girl ALL my life. Well, I actually have. She was my first female friend. And I grew to love her. We were off and on. She says I left her. I say she dumped me. Does it matter? We are back together now so that's all that counts. I had to write this down cause I really feel a certain way about her. I love how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111351450202834569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111351450202834569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-love-by-salvador-gabor-i-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111332080507289996</id><published>2005-04-12T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:46:45.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"2005's LEAST WANTED INDUSTRIES"I know everyone wants to work and develop careers. And I am here to help you. YES, at a small fee of just reading this article, I can put you where you need to be. The following occupations aren't for you unless you REALLY insist. But if you arent sure and you are JUST thinking about getting into these industries, let me be the negative friend in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111332080507289996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111332080507289996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sals-corner-2005s-least-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111297767226629496</id><published>2005-04-08T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T12:27:52.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"MUSIC NEWS"By Salvador Gabor"Shuck &amp; Jive" &amp; The Unchained Bootery Band featuring Mamma Johnson presents "Michelob across the Globe". This is the most anticipated tour for liquor store dwellers, basement spades dwellers and brown sandle wearers across the southern states.Mamma Johnson (pictured above) stated that she drunk so many Michelobs in her life that she was willing to do the tour for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111297767226629496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111297767226629496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/04/music-news-by-salvador-gabor-shuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111281327688364101</id><published>2005-04-06T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:30:20.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"God Gave us 10 Fingers"By Salvador GaborYou know .... your hands are one of the most valuable assets on your body. Hands are one of the parts of the body that are synonymous with "control". To grip something. To grab something. To hold something. To claim something. All of these things can be done with the use of your hands. Within the makeup of your hands are the fingers. These are the claws </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111281327688364101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111281327688364101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/04/god-gave-us-10-fingers-by-salvador.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111270979237269100</id><published>2005-04-05T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:03:12.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Highway to Heaven"By Salvador GaborThe Highway to Heaven. Its a road often traveled. Some fall off the road. Some make it through. Some are hitch-hiking. I dont mean this from a spiritual standpoint. The Highway to Heaven is just the road people take in general to be successful. The road can be bumpy. The road can be long. Your travel can seem like a never-ending trip.You gotta know your way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111270979237269100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111270979237269100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/04/highway-to-heaven-by-salvador-gabor.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111263058267900884</id><published>2005-04-04T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:03:02.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"The Send-Off"We all live our lives for the day that it's in. Some live in the past. Some prepare for tomorrow. EVEN if you prepare for your afterlife and know that it shall come, we never are quite ready for death. I can't speak for every culture but, in the African-American culture.......YOU may not be ready for your death but, many others are ready for yours. I don't say that in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111263058267900884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111263058267900884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sals-corner-send-off-we-all-live-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111221140914361059</id><published>2005-03-30T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:39:09.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"FEAR FACTOR"Everybody is afraid of something. Even if you say "I aint scared of nothing", chances are you're plain ole scared of being scared. It's nothing to be worried about. We are human. We have limitations and short comings. It's all about coming to grips with WHY we are afraid. I cant speak for any other cultures but us Black Folk are scared of EVERYTHING. We are supposed to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111221140914361059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111221140914361059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/03/sals-corner-fear-factor-everybody-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111142761337350953</id><published>2005-03-21T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:53:33.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"Play Ball"You know........I played baseball growing up as a kid and it became my favorite sport to play. I've played every position on an organized level. I've pitched, played catcher, played the infield and played the outfield. And one thing I've learned is that you have to adjust you game for whatever position you are in. I've also learned that where you play determines how you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111142761337350953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111142761337350953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/03/sals-corner-play-ball-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-111081844860832531</id><published>2005-03-14T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:40:48.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sal's Corner"TIPS FOR 2005"Well we are 2 and 1/2 months into the year. Did you really think I was gonna let yall go a whole year without some tips? I wouldnt do yall like that. NEVER in a lifetime would I do such a thing. I like to see yall succeed. So whenever I can, I will insert comments that may help you. I can sense already, the summer will be a hot one. And the fall and winter to follow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111081844860832531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/111081844860832531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/03/sals-corner-tips-for-2005-well-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306292.post-110995105355592516</id><published>2005-03-04T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:44:13.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Film Critics" by Reggie Dinkins, Jr.  ShaRon &amp; Curtis Longfellow are resident film critics for many inner cities. They are known to critique cinema of all kind. They reside in the Shaw area of Washington, DC. Their location puts them cinematographically close to the Lincoln and Warner Theatres. These 2 mischievious niggas originally hail from Detroit where they left a medicore career as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/110995105355592516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6306292/posts/default/110995105355592516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sallimo.blogspot.com/2005/03/film-critics-by-reggie-dinkins-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
