Friday, June 02, 2006

I woke up this morning with my mind on Mattie Roper and Morgan Goodson. Oh, my ancestors.
I am going to marry Anderson Cooper.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

I think French, U.S., U.N., and European military presence in any shape or form on the continent of Africa needs to end.
Todd Gitlin speaks of a tradition of thinking of civilian life as expendable, of carrying out mass murder in a driven cause and lists such people as Hitler and Mao Tse Tung as examples. I don't know how well those two go together, fitting in such a tradition, but I do see that almost every president the United States has ever had fits into such a tradition.
I have been thinking about Weapons of Mass Destruction.and II feel there should be a concerted, organized effort to demand that the United States get rid of its Nuclear and Biological weapons. I also think that the United States is scared, which is why it is posturing against Iran and North Korea.

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

I LOVE the Dixie Chicks!
I just finished reading Che Guevara's farewell letter to Fidel Castro and to Cuba. You can read it here. It just came to me that Che Guevara and Martin Luther King, Jr both died at 39.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Onslaught of Fascism: Fascism Watch

Two news stories today hint at the accelerating slope on which the United States is quickly moving towards fascism.This article discusses the NSA gag order that was imposed on US librarians, especially during Congressional debate over whether to renew the patriot act. Secondly,NPR reportsthat the US Supreme Court just ruled(with new bastard Olito being the deciding vote) that public employees are restricted on their first amendment privileges.
I also like to use my imagination.
I've realized why I don't like gyms. I don't like machines. I am striving to be loose and free...to allow myself to become familiar with my own humanity. Machines destroy and hamper humanity. Id rather dance...or do yoga.

Monday, May 29, 2006

Patti Labelle's Song from For Colored Girls

somebody/anybody

sing a black girl's song

bring her out

to know herself

to know you

but sing her rhythms

carin/struggle/hard times

sing her song of life

she's been dead so long

closed in silence so long

she doesn't know the sound

of her own voice

her infinite beauty

she's half-notes scattered

without rhythm/no tune

sing her sighs

sing the song of her possibilities

sing a righteous gospel

let her be born

let her be born

& handled warmly.
I just watched One Life to Live for the first time in ages. They killed Todd Manning. Horrid! When I was a little boy, we used to watch Loving, All My Children, One Life to Live, and General Hospital in that order. Oh, soap operas.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

I am remembering when I was a little boy in Chicago and it would get really hot in the city....unbearable at night to even stay in the house...and we would pack up our cooler and blankets and pillows and head over to the lake and sleep in the park, underneath the stars. And there would be hundreds of people there, all escaping the intensity of the summer heat.

Bag Lady

Erykah Badu

Oooh oooh oooh ooooh
Oooooh oooh oooh ooooh oooh

Bag lady you gon hurt your back
draggin all them bags like that.
I guess nobody ever told you all
you must hold on to is you, is you, is you

One day all them bags gon get in your way
one day all them bags gon get in your way
I said one day all them bags gon get in your way

So pack light, hooo hooo

Bag lady you gon miss your bus
you cant hurry up cause you got to much stuff
When they see you comin they gon take off runnin
from you,its true ,oh yes they dooo

One day he gon say you crowdin my space
One day he gon say you crowdin my space
I said one day he gon say you crowdin my space
So pack light yeah yea yea yea yea yeah

Girl I know
Sometimes its hard and we cant let go
Ooh if someone hurts you o so bad inside
and you cant deny it you cant slip by it

Sooooooo if you still breathin
oooo oooo ooooooo
ooooo ooooo oooooooooo

So where my garbage bag lady
let it go let it go let it go let it go
And what about the grocery bag lady
I bet ya love could make it better
I'm talkin to my Gucci bag ladies
let it go let it go let it go let it go
And what about my paper sack ladies
I bet ya love could make it better
What about my nickel bag ladies
let it go let it go let it go let it go
Light pack when ya pack ya bags ladies
Bet ya love could make it better

And what about my booty bag ladies
let it go let it go let it go let it go
And what about the cheap sack a babies
Bet ya love could make it better
What about the plastic bag ladies
Let it go let it go let it go let it go
And my baby baggin mommas
lets go let it go lets go let it go

All my buckus backas ladies
let it go let it go let it go let it go
If ya livin like a bag lady
let it go let it go let it go let it go

I Feel the Need to Testify

I'm in a "Daydreamin'" mood.

For Colored Girls

Who would have thought I would be the Passionflower of Los Angeles?