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Saturday, April 29, 2006Relax it ain't that serious...A friend and I were discussing her need for closure in a recent relationship.My advice to her was to forgive, wish him love and move on. She looked at me like I was stupid. My personal philosophy and mantra in life is “Relax it ain’t that serious” this philosophy has served me well; it helped me survive a painful time in my life. I attempted to share my philosophy with her but its healing powers were lost on her. This philosophy drives Reina nuts. Whenever she’s running around losing her mind over something I just stand back with my hands in my pocket, a smile on my face and watch. Long ago I learned that there is no point in going ballistic every time life bitch slaps you. Every problem in life has a solution, if you just sit still long enough and listen to the winds the solution will come to you. Once upon a time I had a friend and a significant other. Like the plot of a bad soap opera i'm sure you know the rest. I freely admit that after booting them from my life I was full of bitterness, after all I am human. Then one day the solution to my pain came to me. “Forgive” the winds whispered in my ear. Holding on to all that anger was doing me no good. I was losing myself, becoming someone I didn't like. So I forgave them. He was floored by my actions, she just felt more guilty and ran away. I appreciated his heart felt remorse and what it must have cost his pride to express it but everything I had once felt for him was gone. He couldn’t understand how I could forgive yet walk out of his life offering him my friendship. I guess he never really knew me at all. He has often said that he wishes I had not forgiven him, that it would have been easier for him to move on with his life if he thought I hated him. My response to him is always the same, "relax it ain't that serious." I Wish You Love :: Rachael Yamagata Powered by Castpost Labels: advice Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: sadiq, Mia, Aisha, sadiq, rossjonnes, Friday, April 28, 2006It’s 11 pm and the phone has not rungI was sitting down to a late night supper when my phone rang. It was Reina and for some ungodly reason her voice was loud and had a tinge of attitude to it, "MIA WTF!" I held the phone away from my ear looking at it expecting spittle to fly out of the ear piece. Oh no this heffa was not yelling at me! Oh no she didn’t… Reina: Why the hell haven’t you called me?!! I’ve been sitting here worried sick about you! You left my house at 8 o’clock do you know what time it is?! It’s 11 pm and the phone has not rung. You haven’t called me. Didn’t I tell you to call me when you got home?! Mia: Mom is that you? Reina: No you dummy it’s not your mother. Mia: (laughing) I know Reina. Why are you yelling? Stop the violence. She then proceeded to basically tear me a new one because I had failed to check in with her after leaving her house a couple of hours earlier Mia: Reina…Reina…Ree –hee-nah. Stop. Stop. Relax it ain’t that serious. Reina: How you gonna make me worry like that?! I called Maggie by the way! Mia: You called my mom? Why ? Reina: Because I was worried you idiot you left my house at 8 o’clock and it doesn’t take you 3 hrs to get home from my house it only takes you 20 minutes!! Where the hell are you anyway? Mia: Reina please stop yelling. I’m at my grandfather’s house. By the way (sigh) I left your house around 9 not 8 and on my way to the bus stop Jason called me so we hooked up and came over to grandpa’s to watch a movie and now we’re about to eat something and then I am headed home. Reina: Well you should’ve called me. I was calling you and chirping you. Mia: I get no service in this area. I apologize, mea culpa, I am sorry. I’ll never do it again. Are you happy now? Reina: I can't believe you 11 pm and no phone call! You better call your mom she is probably worried too now I just spoke to her. Mia: (laughing) Wow you called my mom. Thank God I wasn’t doing anything bad otherwise you would’ve shouted me out. Reina I spoke to my mom I called her around 9:30 just before I got here and I told her I’d be home around midnight. Reina: Oh no wonder she was laughing. I thought it was her nerves. Mia: We’re going to have to get you a hobby or something. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack worrying about me. Cut the apron strings dude cut the apron strings. Reina: It’s your fault you’re always doing crazy things that’s why I worry. Mia: Me crazy? Girl you must be out of your mind. Reina: You still going sky diving this summer? Mia: You’re damn skippy I am. Reina: (sigh) and you wonder why I worry. Mia: Reina how do you keep an idiot in suspense? Reina: Not that shit again! Mia: I’ll tell you later. Labels: friends Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: christina/ohio, Laila K, Mr. Khurram, Mia, DannieS72, Remember that show “MacGyver” where the guy could build a nuclear reactor with a hanger, some chewing gum and a piece of aluminum foil? I once saw a Ford LTD on 112th street between 5th and Lennox being held together with duct tape. I remember I was amazed as I checked out the duct taped bumper. There was not a spot on that car that did not have some duct tape. Even the upholstery was being held together by duct tape. I remember thinking duct tape was the MacGyver of tape. Now it turns out that vinegar is the MacGyver of sour stuff. According to the Vinegar Institute I swear to Rainbow Brite I am not making this up, there really is a vinegar institute! So help me beejeezus if they have a chocolate cake institute I am so in there with a glass of milk. Anyway as I was saying the vinegar institute has a bunch of stuff that you can do with vinegar besides using it in a marinade and salad dressing. I was totally amazed by the stuff you can do with vinegar but then again I am easily impressed these days. You can make your wool and cotton blankets soft and extra fluffy if you add 2 cups of distilled vinegar to the rinse cycle. They swear your blankets wont smell like pickled ass when you use them. Kill weeds:Spray white distilled vinegar full strength on tops of weeds. Reapply on any new growth until plants have starved. Paintbrush softener: Soak the paintbrush in hot white distilled vinegar, and then wash out with warm, sudsy water. Hole removal: After a hem or seam is removed, there are often unsightly holes left in the fabric. These holes can be removed by placing a cloth, moistened with white distilled vinegar, under the fabric and ironing. Soothe a bee or jellyfish sting: Douse with vinegar. It will soothe irritation and relieve itching. Relieve sunburn: Lightly rub white distilled or cider vinegar on skin. Reapply as needed Labels: advice Click here to read entire post. 3 comment from: Emory Mayne, christina/ohio, Mia, Thursday, April 27, 2006Life LessonsHave you ever noticed how many life lessons we’re taught in the course of an average day? The lessons often don’t come with any fanfare. They are imparted to us in the form of everyday things it’s on us to pick out the lesson and apply it to our lives. Here’s a few of the ones that I picked up on yesterday… Make time for those who love you: Lately it seems that between studying for exams and researching/writing papers I’ve had very little time for socializing and spreading my special brand of cheer amongst my fellow New Yorkers. I’ve also been neglecting my peeps out in the BK and on this day a formal complaint has been lodged with my mother. So to my beloved Aunt Nora, Uncle Hassan, Mamaluka and Said habibi my apologies ana bahebek, you’re never far from my thoughts. Never be afraid to take chances : While DVD shopping Reina tapped me on my shoulder. She said someone was staring at me. I looked up me and sure enough there was. This gorgeous Mohawk sporting Joaquin Phoenix look alike was staring at me. I smiled at him and turned my attention back to the DVD selection if front of me. Reina kept staring at him, “yo he looks just like the guy on that DVD!” I looked at the Walk The Line DVD in my hand and looked up at him. He was looking at me again,we smiled at each other, “yeah he does.” We continued shopping hopping aisle to aisle and I kept bumping into Mohawk dude who was also aisle hopping and shopping. I wouldn’t have even noticed except that Reina kept pointing him out to me so every time Mohawk dude and I’d come across each other in an aisle we’d both laugh. I was at the counter paying for my stuff when Mohawk dude walked over to pay for his stuff. We smiled at each other one last time, he gave me a little wave which I returned as I headed out the door. After a block or so Reina tells me, “dude he was hot I wanted to talk to him” wtf?!… “Why didn’t you say something back there?” “I was afraid.” was her reply. Embrace life: If you were anywhere around midtown Manhattan yesterday say around 5 pm and happened to see a small chick amid the floral display in front of a flower shop singing “Suddenly Seymour” from “The Little Shop of Horrors” at the top of her lungs while her friend hid behind the Gerber Daises that was me. This message is for you. Despite what my friend may have implied I am not crazy. I was just having a spring moment. Life is beautiful sometimes just like that it embraces you and when that happens you gotta embrace it right back. The flower shop inspired me; it reminded me of a scene in Little Shop of Horrors. I dare you to have a “Little Shop of Horrors” flashback and not sing the soundtrack. Labels: advice Click here to read entire post. 3 comment from: Aisha, DannieS72, Mr. Khurram, Tuesday, April 25, 2006April 23April 23rd was a holiday in casa Mia, it was my mother’s 44th birthday.Mom got up at the crack of dawn beating everyone to the kitchen. The fact that my mom was making one of her big pancake breakfasts was a big deal for us all. One morning two years ago on her birthday my mom was awakened by a migraine headache. My mom had suffered a stroke. Her speech and movement were affected. For my mother a left handed artist the stroke meant and end to her painting and drawing. Watching her struggle to speak brought tears to the eyes of all those who loved her. My father was the only one who seemed to understood her slurred speech. Still she managed to maintain her sense of humor and using my dad as a translator would make jokes about her stroke which no one but us would find funny. Mom’s recovery has amazed her doctors. They had cautioned us against expecting too much. Obviously they did not know my mom. Her speech has returned back to normal although it has a tendency to slur when she is really tired. One of the first things she did when she regained movement in her hand was to flip my dad the bird. This is a signal they came up with when they were dating. My parents met at work and it was against company policy for the employees to date.For the longest time no one knew they were dating or that they'd gotten married. Whenever they would see each other at work in passing they would flip each other the finger. This was their way of saying, “I love you” to each other. Meanwhile their co-workers thought they were flipping each other the bird because they hated each other. After 24 years of marriage they still use the signal. Yesterday as my mom made breakfast I watched my pops raise his coffee mug to his lips and gave my mom the finger. My mom then put down her spatula and gave him the double finger. Happy Birthday mami words can never express what I feel for you or what you mean to me. This one's for you... Labels: mom and dad Click here to read entire post. 8 comment from: Laila K, DannieS72, Aisha, Mr. Khurram, Fouad, Just Jane, Mia, nour, Saturday, April 22, 2006It's a Big Big WorldI was channel surfing the other morning looking for something other than Maury’s Baby Daddy show and Divorce Court to keep me company as I started research for a term paper when I caught sight of a muppet like sloth named Snook and since I love me some muppets/marionettes/puppets I stopped to check it out. It turned out he was part of a PBS show called, “It’s a Big Big World” a show so brand new it has no merchandise or DVD’s attached to it as of yet. I have no kids and my siblings are way beyond the Barney age so I’m not really up to date with kiddie shows and frankly between you and me the next person that tells me I look like Dora The Explorer and starts singing that “vamonos “ song is gonna get my foot up their butt. I found out that the creators of the show were ones responsible for “Bear in the Big Blue House”, “Clarissa Explains it All” two personal favorite of mines from back in the day. It’s a Big Big World takes place in a rain forest high up in a tree called, “the World Tree” a metaphor for the world as a whole. The tree is home to a diverse group of animals that were just too adorable. There was this one character a turtle Madge the wise old turtle with a map of the world etched in her shell that totally fascinated me. I am not ashamed to say I was entranced by this show and watched the whole thing and will be recommending it to all the peeps in my life with kiddies. I plan on taping the shows for the current love of my life my 8 month old cousin Nadine. Click here to read entire post. 3 comment from: Sam, Just Jane, Mia, Friday, April 21, 2006Intimidating eyes...The other day a classmate mentioned that she had been in one of my classes last semester but had been afraid to talk to me. She said that I come off as an intimidating person but now saw that I was not that way at all and was glad that we had become friends. Thank you that's really nice of you. Wait a minute did she say I was intimidating? WTF? Me intimidating? Heffa is crazy she better lay off that ganja it’s messing with her brain. I am not intimidating. Then another girl from our group threw in her two cents. She said when she first met me she’d been intimidated by me as well. That I come across as thugette, someone that’d make you swallow your teeth just for looking at her the wrong way. WTF?! Wench mind yo' business, when I want your opinion I will beat it out of you. I am not intimidating...I am soft and cuddly...I am a pooh bear, dagnaf it! The fact that my classmate thought I was intimidating kind of hurt my feelings. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that. Now I know how Frankenstein’s monster felt. I looked over my shoulder expecting the villagers to come out with lit torches and pitch forks. People have these preconceived notions about me. I asked my mom about this whole intimidating crap…. Mia: What do you mean I am intimidating? Mom: It has something to do with your eyes. Mia: My eyes?! People always tell me I have nice eyes ma. Mom; You do, you have beautiful eyes but la mirada nena; the way you look at people it’s like you can see through them. It's like your reading them. Then again it could be your tattoos. The tattoos combined with your eyes make you look like a bad ass. You look like you were born wearing leather diaper, with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth and a formula bottle full of Jack Daniel’s in your hand. Okay I can’t front I do love leather. I have a decent selection of leather jackets, ripped jeans and Timberland boots…I’m not into that whole bandana thing…..anymore...and she's right when I look at people I tend to really look at them. I check out their body language, their aura, the vibe I pick up off of them. I pay attention to all that stuff. In effect I guess I am reading them. Mia: I don’t flash my tattoos in school I keep them covered up. Mom: Then it’s gotta be the eyes. Mia: Umm gee thanks ma … Mom: Sweetheart it’s not a diss. The eyes are the window to the soul. You wear you’re personality on your face. My personality on my face..WTF is this woman saying that I have the face of a Mafia hitman? Okay it’s obvious I’m never going to get to the root of this so called intimidation factor I possess. Mom is not going to be able to help me with this one. Mom: You don’t hide anything; you’re not about lies and games. You’re a straight forward person and if someone doesn’t have all their shit together of course they are going to be intimidated by you… You’re a strong woman and that scares the shit out of some people. No, no help at all on this one…maybe she’s right maybe it is the eyes. I love that woman ….I can do no wrong in her eyes, I am perfection to her. The woman is bonkers, I am so lucky to have her as my mom. I guess I’m like those anorexics that look in the mirror and see a distorted picture of themselves. I see myself as a little fluffy teddy bear sporting a big pink bow while everyone else sees a bad ass. I’m going with my mother’s theory, I have intimidating eyes. Labels: about me Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: Laila K, Unknown, Emory Mayne, DannieS72, Mia, Thursday, April 20, 2006Dr. FeelgoodI saw this item on Christina's blog and was so amazed by it I just couldn’t let go… before I go on one of my WTF rants let’s address the fact that you cannot in this day and age get a doctor to make a house call. Those days have gone the way of Aunt Bee and the five cent ice cream cone. It does not matter what type of health insurance you have, how long you’ve been his patient or the disease afflicting you. Heaven forbid you should have Bilateral pneumonia compounded with Conjunctivitis, a broken ankle and toenail fungus no way Juan Pepe is a doctor coming out to your house. At best you’ll get a visiting nurse or a home attendant with a really cool accent. Imagine this you are at home in Florida griping about the humidity, dusting the knick knacks on your wall unit and an old man who looks a lot like a NFL great John Madden carrying a black doctor’s bag knocks on your door. His name is Phillip Winikoff he is a 76 year old doctor, a dedicated professional he is concerned about your health, specifically your boobs and he is offering you a free exam. Now what would you do? Believe it or not a couple of heffas (33 and 36 years old) out in Florida actually fell for it. Amazing ain’t it? A couple of stupid heffas fell for it hook line and sinker. Come on say it with me you know you wanna, come on WTF?! Okay let’s be real now if lets say I was like 90 years old and feeling a lil’ freaky I’d let the “doctor” in… sure Dr. Madden (wink, wink) I’d say as I rolled up my elongated flacid breast like a cinnamon roll and place it into the sexy wrinkled liver spotted hands of the good doctor. The Broward County Sheriff’s office arrested him and are currently investigating to see if the good “doctor” had some more “patients”. I suppose it could have been worse, the John Madden look alike could’ve been offering free prostate exams. I wonder if you would’ve gotten a free ACE Hardware store gift certificate to go with that? Labels: news items Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: Just Jane, Mr. Khurram, christina/ohio, Emory Mayne, Mia, Wednesday, April 19, 2006Why is this dog smiling?I was given this smile in response to giving Cleo her first taste of ice cream cake; she had just polished off half a slice. It was my cousins 9th birthday and I was given a huge slice of Carvel's ice cream cake it was too much for me;Cleo (my dog) was staring intently at me as I ate the ice cream. She loves sweets especially chocolate, Oreos and M&M's in particular and the ice cream cake just happened to be topped with these two things so she was not letting me out of her sight. Despite my parents warning about giving her ice cream I couldn't resist she is just too cute. How could you resist that face? She was a happy puppy, I had to wipe off ice cream off of her fur but none the less the dance and frolicking that followed the bowl of ice cream was worth it. Whenever you give her something she really likes like pasta or Bubblelicious bubblegum she does a dance afterwards. Labels: pets Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: TotallyHappened, christina/ohio, Mia, Emory Mayne, Mia, Tuesday, April 18, 2006Coca-Cola BlaKI was walking along minding my own business when I was approached by a man in the village. “Pssst young lady come here you wanna try something new?” It’s been my experience that when a guy in the village stops you and makes an offer like this either illegal drugs, sex for pay, or a job offer involving you dancing semi-naked in front of a pole are involved. However this was not the case he held out a bottle of new Coca-Cola BlaK and gave it to me. It seems the nice people at Coca-Cola have been messing in their labs again and have invented a new flavor of coke...it’s coffee flavored coca-cola… I’m not a big soda drinker I rarely touch the stuff however I decided to give it a shot. The handout that came along with the soda said something along the lines of, “Coca-Cola BlaK a carbonated drink that fuses cola effervescence with coffee essence… every sip is an experience” It was like drinking cake and not even the good kind more like old lady cake, too sweet and kind of stale tasting. It definitely was not my thing. I know it was supposed to taste like coffee but the taste was over powering and with each sip it got worse. I looked for the nearest trash can to dump the remaining soda. Coca-Cola BlaK was more like Coca-Cola Blah. Click here to read entire post. 7 comment from: Mr. Khurram, Aisha, 2 Second Club ®, Mia, Goggles Piasano Ritardo, Emory Mayne, Mia, Monday, April 17, 2006A Rose For My Sister...My world has always been like a soap bubble, coloful, resilient and full of beauty. I sit inside of its protective walls gliding along the sky, skipping clouds, skimming the tops of pink roses, flying so close to the heavens I feel as if I can touch rainbows with my fingertips. Occasionally the ugliness of the world has attempted to penetrate my bubble only to be deflected away by my bubble's polymer-like shield. I look around me and wonder how is it that I have been so blessed when others have been cursed. There have been times in my life where people have claimed that I have a guardian angel watching over me, if so I owe an apology to the angel for making it work overtime. How is it possible that the angels have smiled on me from the day I was born while allowing my twin sister to slip away? She was born first my father said she seemed to be waiting for me anxious for me to join her. Only when I emerged did she seem to relax. We were identical. When ever we were separated our heart monitors would reflect the stress of the separation. We reached for each other, staring at at each other intently oblivious to the world around us. We shared a crib because we cried when seperated. In our sleep we'd snuggle up to each other often sucking on each others fists. One morning without warning she was gone. For awhile it looked as if I would be leaving as well. The doctors prepared my parents for the fate that seemed to await me. I often think about her and wonder what she would've have been like. A rose placed on our dining room table caught my eye. The rose bud had been accidentally ripped off of its stem by a little boy trying to pick a flower for his aunt. It was this rose that brought her to my mind. It was March 31st, it would've been our 23rd birthday had we not decided to make our debut in December. The rose lay on the table it's pink petals falling off around it. I reached for my camera determined to capture her beauty on film. As I photographed the rose I thought of my sister; would she have liked photography too? The rose presented here is for my twin sister Catherine Elizabeth a rose that never got to fully bloom... Labels: about me Click here to read entire post. 7 comment from: Mr. Khurram, christina/ohio, Just Jane, 2 Second Club ®, Mia, Emory Mayne, Mia, Sunday, April 16, 2006Father, forgive them, for they know not what they doFather, forgive them, for they know not what they do... These were the words of Jesus in his last hour. He was beaten, tortured and crucified still Jesus held no malice in his heart. Whether you believe he was the son of God, God himself or simply a prophet there is no disputing he was a great man. If you had been in his place would you have had the pureness of heart to ask God to forgive those who had hurt you? The world would be such a kinder and gentler place if we could all learn to let go of hate to open our hearts to all the come before us. Labels: religion Click here to read entire post. 4 comment from: Mr. Khurram, christina/ohio, Mia, Goggles Piasano Ritardo, Happy Birthday Emory may your special day be filled with laughter and love. PS: Hopefully all the candles on the cake wont set off the smoke detectors.. lol Birthday song for Emory... Powered by Castpost Click here to read entire post. 2 comment from: Emory Mayne, Mia, Saturday, April 15, 2006Machine vs The LadySeveral weeks ago I wrote about my building management tearing down our playground and putting up a parking lot in its place. It's hard to believe that the empty ugly lot that is there now once held a cornucopia of greenery. Our playground was lined with over 20 trees and a huge variety of flowers. It was like a painting come to life during the spring and fall with the explosion of colors surrounding us. On the day the bull dozer arrived our trees were blossoming. The ones outside of my kitchen window were covered in white blossoms with hints of green here and there. When the bulldozer arrived it went straight to work tearing down the handball court and the concrete dividers that had once anchored the fence around the basketball court. Once it was done with that I thought the bulldozer was going to leave. Instead it headed towards my favorite tree. The bulldozer bumped against the young tree and after a couple of nudges "my" apple tree went down. No one could believe what was happening,the building staff ran out to see what was being done and shook their heads in disbelief. Just like that the tree under which I had spent so many seasons discovering the beauty of Shakespeare was gone. I'd never get to pick another one of her apples or inhale her sweet fragance after a summer rain storm. Birds flew all around the playground confused, they protested the violence being done to our trees their homes. Their cries were so loud and excited it caused people to look up into the sky. Those birds sounded pissed. The bulldozer then backed up and headed towards another tree and in less than a minute she too was gone, splayed open, her blossoms and branches laying on each side of the spot that had once been her home. It seemed so brutal, so wrong. The bulldozer made its way around the playground methodically destroying the younger trees first, saving the older ones for last. Each time the bulldozer approached a tree I braced myself for the sickening sound that came afterward. All morning long the sound of trees being ripped out of the ground echoed throughout the park. Every spring I've always imagined the trees waking up slowly from their winter slumber looking forward to the spring and summer of all the things to come. However on the morning that the bulldozers arrived the trees were awakened violently from their peaceful sleep, jolted by a bulldozer. Finally the great tree massacre was almost finished. There remained only one tree, the queen of the trees in the playground. We call her The Lady. It’s rumored that she is about 100 years old; she is the same height as my 7 story. The medium sized bulldozer came up to her and head butted her as he had done to all of the younger trees. She was not moving, how dare he touch her. He came around the other side and head butted her again still she stood her ground. The Lady refused to budge, however several of her branches did manage to break off after getting caught in the basket of the bulldozer but the damage was minor. All in all the evil bulldozer head butted her around 8 times from different angles. It was obvious she was not going down without a fight. The neighbors emerged from their houses upset at the treatment The Lady was getting, even the staff felt it was wrong to uproot The lady. Once again the bulldozer rammed into her, the people who had gathered voiced their displeasure. Watching the bulldozer circle her one final time and seeing the peoples displeasure I understood why the landlord had waited until after 9 am to start tearing up the trees.He wanted no one around to witness the despicable deed he was committing. The bulldozer was not working, they were calling in for more supplies to bring The Lady down. They decided to send for a chainsaw. By the time the chainsaw arrived the tenants had started filtering in from work. Everyone was outraged at the destruction of the trees. The crew was forced to work around her while the tenants negotiated with the landlord for her life. My father as the head of the tenant's association spoke to the landlord, business man to business man, pointing out the amount of money it would take to remove The Lady from her spot. A bulldozer was not going to solve his problem. She had to be cut and this would take several days. It could not be done in one day. He needed a cherry picker... her massive branches had to be cut first after all you don’t want to risk damaging the houses next door. Measure the branches they do extend that way. You’re also going to need chainsaws… we have a chainsaw the landlord pointed out…. look how thick her trunk is look how wide she is. You’re going to need a bigger chainsaw this is not a 2x4 and you're going to need two of them… You’re going to need extra men…a truck to cart her away… Not to mention her roots exactly how deep and wide did the landlord think they were? My father pointed out how much of the lot he would have to tear up just to get to her roots. Wouldn’t this cost you more money and time? Didn’t this lot have to be done by the 17th? After an hour of negotiation it was decided to spare The Lady. The bulldozer was sent back home, her life had been spared. I can’t help but feel that even though machine won the war in our playground The Lady won the battle in the end. Labels: nature Click here to read entire post. 3 comment from: christina/ohio, DannieS72, Mia, Friday, April 14, 2006Jane's MemeThe meme gauntlet is thrown and I must answer….this one is for Jane… 1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4. We shall be free;th’ Almighty hath not built 2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. Open air 3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? Scrubs 4.Without looking, guess what time it is? 5:30 PM 5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 5:39 PM 6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Music…I’m listening to Otis Redding 7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? 2 hours ago, jogging. 8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at? Jane’s blog 9. What are you wearing? Sponge Bob Squarepants t-shirt, black yoga capris , black sneakers 10. Did you dream last night? Yup 11. When did you last laugh? five minutes ago 12. What is on the walls of the room you are in? Family photos about 20 of them 13. Seen anything weird lately? Yeah 14. What do you think of this quiz? Kind of odd 15. What is the last film you saw? Just Like Heaven (DVD) 16. If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy? A brownstone to house my dream project of opening up a youth hostel. 17. Tell me something about you that I dunno. I hate olives. 18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? legalize same sex marriage 19. Do you like to dance? Yes indeedy I do, I do. 20. George Bush. the anti-christ. 21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Chloe 22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? Hey you boy child. Umm seriously Joaquin I’ve always loved the name. 23. Would you ever consider living abroad? Oh heck yeah. It’s a dream of mine to live in England for a bit then head on over to another country. 24.What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates? Shit Mia the one time in your life when you decide to be early had to be today? 25. 4 people who must also do this meme in their journal. I don’t like stressing peeps like that. Do it if you wish. Labels: tags Click here to read entire post. 2 comment from: Just Jane, Mia, I first saw the fill in “the x” meme on Jane’s blog and then on Champ’s with some twists in it. I’ve never been tagged by Champ before so here we go… “Place an X by all the things you 've done. This is for your entire life:” ( X) Smoked a cigarette (X ) Drank so much you threw up ( ) Crashed a friend's car ( ) Stolen a car (X) Been in love ( ) Shoplifted (X ) Quit your job ( ) Filed for divorce (X) Been in a fist fight (X) Broken a bone (X) Saved someone's life ( ) Been arrested (X ) Gone on a blind date (X ) Lied to a friend (X) Skipped school (X) Seen someone die ( ) Been to Canada ( ) Been to Mexico (X) Been on a plane (X ) Been lost (X) Been on the opposite side of the country (X ) Swam in the ocean (X) Felt like dying (X) Been stung by a bee (X) Played cops and robbers (X ) Recently colored your hair (X ) Done somethin' you told yourself you wouldn't (X ) Made prank phone calls (X ) Lost over 20 pounds (X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue (X) Danced in the rain (X) Written a letter to Santa Claus (X ) Been kissed under the mistletoe (X) Had your opinion printed in the newspaper (X) Taken a bubble bath with someone (X ) Made a bonfire on the beach (X) Crashed a party (X) Gone roller-skatin' (X) Ice-skatin' Labels: tags Click here to read entire post. 0 comment from: Wednesday, April 12, 2006If only she had read my post on body adhesive.I was standing outside of Jimmy’s Restaurant reflecting on the day, waiting for the light to change when this lady emerged from a cab looking kind of lost and started walking in my direction. Her attire was what I’d call the standard wannabe video vixen outfit. Here in The Bronx not only do the robins emerge at the first hint of spring but the common chicken headed pigeon emerges from its nest as well in search of a baby’s daddy. The common chicken headed pigeon is a sight to behold with their ultra long acrylic garishly painted talons, perfect for snatching up an unsuspecting man's wallet. Their eyebrows waxed and tweezed into an arch that would shame "The Rock" and their hair dyed and highlighted in colors not found in nature.These girls are ready for the mating call of spring. She was sporting mega tight jeans and teetering on ridiculously high heels. Her spandex tube top thingy looked a little too small for her and every few steps she’d pull on her top because it kept riding up on her. This was going to go down bad for her I could smell it in the air. It was obvious she had not done a test run on the outfit before hitting the streets. I was worried for her. As I was saying you didn’t have to be psychic to see what was going to happen. It was like a bad car wreck you don’t wanna look but you just can’t turn your head the other way. After one pull too many she had a wardrobe malfunction and her boobs popped out. I was mortified for her and said to myself “Oh man it sucks to be her right now”. I slid out of my blazer offering it to her as she wrestled with her uncooperative boobs trying to stuff them back into her tube top with no success because the top had become a twisted up mess. By this time more than a few people had noticed what was going on and were pointing and laughing at the lady. She pushed my blazer back at me and ran into the Old Navy Store next door hands unsuccessfully trying to cover her boobs. I assumed she headed to the dressing room to fix herself up. I can only hope she brought herself a new top while she was there. Poor lady if only she had read my post on body adhesive. Labels: advice Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: Mica, Mica, Mica, Goggles Piasano Ritardo, Aisha, Tuesday, April 11, 2006Fate and the gods conspired to make me laugh.Yesterday was one of those days when you thank God for giving you life. It was a great day to be alive. The day was beautiful, the air smelled of spring and fate and the gods seemed to have conspired to make me find laughter at every turn... I was waiting for the bus when I heard this 1980’s R&B song, “Secret Lover” blasting from a boom box. Well as loud as a little boom box would allow. Just as I was about to turn around to see where it was coming from I saw the source of it. An elderly man about 80 yrs old rode past me on his “rascal” he was whizzing by at around 8 miles per hour; those things don’t go very fast. The kicker was that he had his rascal scooter all decked out. In his mind was a Harley and he was a bad young man from back in the day. I can tell he must've been a bad ass because in the basket of his scooter he had a small bat, which I’m assuming was for protection. I had to stop in my tracks before boarding the bus and laugh as he winked at me and made his way down the street “blasting” his music. I got off the bus to take the train into Manhattan in the East Tremont section of the Bronx. This is an area with a lot of African immigrants. As I made my way towards the subway station I came across this beautiful older African woman balancing a heavy suitcase on her head. As I walked by her she smiled at me, she balanced the suitcase as it were a basket of feathers. Her walk was so graceful, her hands were beautiful and as she spoke her hands and muscular arms moved in a fluid motion, she was poetry in motion. I made my way onto the subway and found a man playing his violin, when he was done he passed a small cardboard box around to collect money. Another man who seemed homeless had been watching him intently. At the next stop the man with the violin got off leaving his empty cardboard box on the seat. The homeless man got up and took the box and walked to the middle of the car and sat down. He then flipped the box over and began pounding a beat on it and singing this song,” I am broke (bang ,bang, bang) that ain’t no joke (bang, bang) I am broke...I need money (bang, bang, bang) not trying to be funny (bang,bang) if you’re having fun give me some (bang, bang, bang) cause I am broke and it ain’t no joke (bang, bang, bang)” Yeah I gave him a couple of dollars, I just had to. An hour or so later I took my seat in class next to Reina. The professor is running late as usual and was hungry. She ran out of class to pick something up. One of my classmates reminds me how strict this professor is about eating in his class I call out to Reina not realizing how loud my voice was just then, “You better shove it in your mouth and swallow before he comes!” Just then one of the guys sitting next to me looked at me and burst out in hysterical laughter to the point where his eyes were tearing up. No matter how old a guy is there’s always that immature adolescent boy inside of him waiting to come out. Damn pervert. A few hours later it is evening and I am on my way back home, riding the subway again. A couple of children get onboard with their grandmother. For some reason I was just enthralled by the kids. After telling my mom about them she said was probably look like what my future children will look like. The girl was around 9 years old and the boy was about 3 years old. They both had the same tan complexion as me and their hair was the same color as mine it was auburn with the occasional red highlight in it. They were adorable. The little girl was hard at work with her math homework. The little boy wanted to sit next to his sister but his grandmother wanted him near her. The little boy was not to happy about this. As his grandmother sat him next to her he pouted and said, “ I don’t wanna sit nest to ju!” his grandmother turned and looked him in the eye and sternly said ,”WHAT did you say?” he looked up at her with these big dark saucer like eyes and said, “nuffin! ” and then turned away and pouted. I had to laugh. For the rest of the train ride he kept me entertained making faces at his grandma every time her head was turned away from him. I really wished for my camera then, I think I could’ve shot a whole roll of film on him alone. Labels: new york Click here to read entire post. 1 comment from: Goggles Piasano Ritardo, Monday, April 10, 2006The Judas GospelI am a documentary-aholic, several days ago I read an article about Judas; it seems a gospel had been found and it said that when Judas betrayed Jesus he was actually acting on Jesus’ orders. National Geographic was helping in the restoration of the document and a documentary had been made about. I was totally blown away by this and was telling my friends about it. None of them seemed able to whip up the same amount of excitement about it that I was showing. I mean I was practically doing cart wheels. The words “nerd” “dork” and “geek” were thrown around in response to my excitement. Last night I saw the documentary and loved it. Naturally there are those who do not believe its contents to be accurate they think it’s a fabrication but all I can say is what if? It’s amazing Christians would have a lot to think about. In a nut shell according the 1,700 year old Judas Gospel Judas betrayed Christ on his orders. If you didn’t catch the documentary by all means make a point to watch it. The story of how the Gospel was found and restored is fascinating in itself. Labels: religion Click here to read entire post. 4 comment from: christina/ohio, Unknown, Mia, Goggles Piasano Ritardo, Sunday, April 09, 2006Public Service MessageOne of my friends emailed me some photos of female celebs in embarrassing wardrobe situations. The thing is if these heffas used some common sense and wore under garments they wouldn’t be caught out there like that. It’s become apparent to me that some women need to be reminded of the obvious…. throw on some drawers before you leave your house ladies! See my mom raised me right, you know make sure you have decent and matching under garments on just in case you get into an accident and have to go to the hospital. I always loved the logic of this like the staff of the hospital is going to be checking to see if I have clean drawers on before giving me medical treatment. I can just imagine it, “No, no Dr. Bombay that girl cannot be admitted into this hospital; she’s wearing Pink Tuesday panties with a purple bra and today is Wednesday!!” Oh yeah and another thing unless you’re a stripper or a nude model being paid for your talent and on duty your lovely lady lumps are supposed to be kept “indoors” at all times. Last week at some kid’s award show Lindsay Lohan ran up on stage in some hideous flouncy dress and it bounced too much revealing her no under wearing droopy butt. WTF? This was a kid’s show some of those kids may be scarred for life. Then there’s Lizzie Gruber while being carried by Hulk Hogan for some photos at a media event managed to make me want to take up smoking just so I could use the burning cigarettes to burn my eyes out. Mariah Carey while trying to get out of a car in a super short spandex dress exposed her cootchie to the world. The woman had no drawers on …why Mimi why? You make good $$ can’t you afford some undies? What kind of ghetto diva are you? First thing a chick from the hood learns when she’s just a hatchling is to always wear undies and ALWAYS wear shorts under your skirts/dresses. We do not want to risk the chance of showing our goodies in case a fight breaks out or some guy looking up our skirt. Shoo man I learned that when I was 5 and caught Reynaldo looking up my dress while I was climbing up the jungle gym. All he got to see was a glimpse of my pink spandex bicycle shorts and my dad turning red as he reprimanded Reynaldo for his rudeness. The second thing you learn as a hatchling is that when you’re getting out of a car you must slideee across the seat with one hand holding onto your skirt and your legs closed so tight the jaws of life are needed to pry them open. This way you won’t be exposing yourself. Oh yeah and say if you’re a 5 year old hatchling and visiting your grandma’s grave on a windy Sunday afternoon wearing a pouffy dress with those plastic hoops sewn into them make sure you hold onto your dress lest a strong gust of wind come up from behind and under your dress sending you toppling over with your dress over your head exposing your ruffled underwear. I assure you your dad will stop to take photos of you in that position and they will be shown at every family occasion when the photo albums are whipped out. As a public service message to clueless celebs and aspiring ghetto goddesses I am offering some basic advice because as spring turns into summer some women need help…plus I don’t want to be exposed to celeb private parts unless I’m at the movies and their part of the plot somehow… Stand topless in front of a mirror and do the boob test. Place a pencil under your breast; now stand up straight, shoulders out. If the pencil is still being held in place by your breast guess what honey YOU NEED A BRA, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO LEAVE YOUR HOUSE WITHOUT WEARING ONE…EVER!! If you can hold a stapler, cans of soups, notebooks, your cell phone charger, hell your cell phone in place under your boob YOU MUST NEVER EVEN ATTEMPT TO ANSWER THE PHONE WITHOUT A BRA ON. I’d suggest in investing in one of those 1001 bras that can be worn under tank tops, tube tops, strapless dresses, halter tops and regular shirts.I personally recommend Bare Necessities There stuff is so comfortable and when you don’t have Victoria’s Secret money they are just as good. Now if you’re going to ignore my good advice you’re going to need to avoid wardrobe malfunctions. This is especially for you Tara Reid, Kiera Knightley, and Rachel Mc Adams. I suggest you invest $ 10.00 in a bottle of It Stays! body adhesive. This is the best stuff ever invented for tube tops; halter tops anything along those lines. I use it when I wear tube tops or anything with straps that slide off. You just roll it onto your skin and viola you’re safe! Your clothing is stuck to your skin no accidents are going to happen even if you raise your arms, dance all night . It’s better than double sided sticky tape. Oh yeah and you can use for those shoe straps that keep sliding off your ankles too or for sticking jewels onto your body and when wearing thigh high stockings it keeps them from rolling down if you’re not into wearing garter belts. For those who insist on going braless under really sheer clothing like Hillary Swank and Brooke Shields for the love of God invest in some pasties they’re not expensive and adhere to the skin covering up your areola so it wont show under any sheer clothing. They are also great for covering up your nipple rings so they won’t show through your bra when you’re wearing a thin shirt. Don’t ask how I know this, I plead the 5th. A company called Low Beam sells 5 prs for 10 bucks. Actually Her Look Enterprises the maker of Lowbeams makes a lot of products I’d recommend give their site a visit. Hate the appearance of panty lines under your clothing but want to avoid exposing your cootchie and butt to camera lenses? Then you just gotta invest in some Lovepats they are really sheer, light weight and seamless. They are also made with spandex so the panty stretches, hugs and contours your body and gives you support if you need it. I’ve worn them with the tightest of jeans, clingiest of pants and skirts and am happy to report I've never had even the tiniest hint of a pantly line. Then there’s commando underwear made by the same people that make lowbeams and their stuff is great too it’s a little bit more but it’s worth it as well. I love them, especially their boy shorts styles. So there ya have it the basic under garment essentials … I know the guys are going to hate me for this but come on sisters let’s show some respect for ourselves. Less is more. Labels: advice Click here to read entire post. 6 comment from: TotallyHappened, Unknown, Aisha, Emory Mayne, Lasto-adri *Blue*, Mia, Saturday, April 08, 2006Are You Gay Part2I’d just landed in dream land as my tired body laid snuggled up in my favorite comforter with my pillows just so and Cleo snuggled up against me. I could hear my phone ringing, it sounded so far away but the reality of it was that it was a few inches away on my night stand. All of a sudden Joaquin Phoenix who was in the process of selling me some cobalt blue long stemmed wine glasses said, “Mia you’re phone is ringing. Pick it up.” It was 1 am…. I could barely make out the voice on the phone… VOP: Are you sleeping? Mia: (yawn) mmmm, kinda, (yawn) sorta. Wtf was Joaquin Phoenix doing selling me glasses? Mia: What’s wrong? VOP: I need to talk to you about something I felt myself drifting back off into dream land I was still asleep enough to go back to my dream and haggle with Joaquin Phoenix over the price of the glasses…I struggled to stay awake…man the comforter was so warm, my room had that nice scent of vanilla from the candle that had been burning in my room earlier. VOP: Well can you talk or not? Mia: Yeah man I’m up, I’m up. Stop yelling. there was a sense of urgency in her voice. This conversation needed to take place. Never mind the fact that I was exhausted, Joaquin Phoenix would have to sell those glasses to someone else. I sat up and leaned back on my pillows. Cleo sighed and went to her doggie bed. VOP: Did you review for tomorrow’s exam? Mia: Yes VOP: Did you print out your paper? Mia: Yup VOP: How many pages was it? Mia: A whole bunch. What’s wrong? VOP: (sigh) The other day… you asked me a question. The gay question. Remember I said I didn’t know? Mia: umhm VOP: I didn’t think you knew. Mia: I still don’t VOP: yeah I guess I am. Yes I am, no guessing. Yes I am, I’m gay. what followed as a 3 hr conversation on revulsion, self-loathing, confusion, and fear. VOP: Mia I have something else to tell you… Mia: Ooh! Ooh! Let me guess… you’re a right wing Christian Republican. VOP: you know you’re stupid right? (laughing) Mia: Things have been intimidated, rumors have been spread but nothing’s been confirmed. VOP: Mia be serious for a minute. Mia: Okay I’m in serious mode… hit me up sister… VOP: I’m in love with you Mia: Wow. it’s something else to suspect it but when it’s confirmed it’s tangible, not something that might be your mind playing tricks on you. I knew the sort of love she felt for me was not the same as I felt for her. Everything I was going to say was going to sound cliché but it was coming from my heart. Mia: I love you, that goes without saying. I’m sorry it’s not the same type of love you feel for me but it’s real and it’s yours. VOP: I know… I didn’t expect you to feel the same; you don’t have to say anymore. I know, I know you don’t feel the same way but I just had to get it out there as long as I was being straight with you. I just don’t want things to change between us. Mia: Why would they? You’re you and I am me and together we are (clap, clap) the wonder twins! Look we’re still the same people we were yesterday nothing is ever going to change the way I feel about you. As a matter of fact lovers come and go but our friendship is eternal, it’s like herpes simplex nothing can get rid of it. It’s there por vida ese! VOP: God you’re too much. Mia: No I’m not. I’m just a handful; my mama tells me so all the time. Anything more than a handful is too much. VOP: Mia you leave me breathless. Mia: Are you saying I give you asthma, or emphysema? (laughing) You need an inhaler or something? VOP: Ahhh man. Like the song, dumb ass. You leave me breathless. Mia: What are you now Jerry Lee Lewis? Are you going to sing to me? Let me know now so I can hang up because you know you’re tone deaf. Last time you sang in public you made my uterus hurt, I thought you’d sterilized all the females in the room. VOP: Hey, hey! I can sing…badly but shit I can sing. Yeah breathless like Jerry Lee Lewis and Breathless like The Coors I can’t hide from you, you see through me, you see into me. How do you do that? How do you become that person? Mia: Clean living, and Flintstone vitamins. Damn you’re making me sound like this super amazing person. I’m just me man. What you see in me is you being reflected right back at you. I don’t think you realize how totally amazing you are. You’re a gift and someday you are going to knock someone off their feet and they are going to thank God for the day you came into their lives. Feel me? VOP: Yeah . I just don’t want… you sure nothing is going to change? Mia: it sounds to me as if you were expecting me to turn my back on you. Would it make you feel better if I did? VOP: I dunno Mia: Hold up let’s try this… How dare you say you‘re in love with me you you big footed lesbian you and to think you have seen me in my drawers! Lord knows what sick things you were thinking of as I stood there pulling out my wedgie in my grandma parachute panties! Oh yeah and another thing don’t be calling me no more in the middle of the night I was in dream land with Joaquin Phoenix dammit. There does that make you feel better? Is that what you expected from me? Did you expect me to run away from you? the whole time I was on my rant she was laughing hysterically VOP: Ohhh shit! You’re too too much. I don’t know what I was expecting. Mia: If the situation were reversed would you run away from me? VOP: No Mia: So why would you expect anything less from me? VOP: I was scared… wait you don’t wear grandma panties. Mia: Aha you filthy slore ! I knew you were checking me out all those times I paraded around your room in my Hello Kitty bloomers! What did you think of the sponge bob square pants ones? Cute eh? I brought a pair too, so we can match. yeah I’m really tired I need some sleep I’m discussing my underwear VOP: You know what I love about you? Mia: Well I remember you once saying it was because of the fact you can bounce a quarter off my ass. VOP: Well yeah that is so cool and that flexing the butt cheeks to music is awesome. How the fuck you do that? Mia: It’s a gift grasshopper VOP: What I love about you is the fact that you’re so fucking open. You act like you don’t give a shit about what people think or say. Mia: That’s because I don’t. I can’t live my life based on people’s opinions and neither should you. Live your life the way you want, because at the end of your life it is you that will be dying no one will die in your place. Die happy with no regrets. Life goes on. To thine ownself be true, pip pip cheerio and all that other stuff. VOP: You wouldn’t die for me? Mia: WTF I look like I got a Jesus Christ complex, dying for the sins of others? Oh hell no! Try nailing me to a cross you’re going to get some splinters up your ass. VOP: So what now? Mia: We take over the world Pinky. I don’t know. Just promise me you’re not going to get a buzz cut and start wearing plaid shirts every where we go. Seriously this is you’re life, what do you want to do? VOP: I was thinking about a support group. They have a support group for what I’m going through? Mia: Hey man they have support groups for everything. We’ll look for one and you can check it out if you want. VOP: Mia what about our friends? Mia: If they get all weirded out that’s their problem then those are people I don’t want as friends, do you? We could always get new ones. VOP: You’d cut them off just like that? Mia: Haven’t we always looked out for each other? Come on man you think that if someone disses you over this that I’m still going to be hanging out with them? Get real girl. If they mess with you it’s the same as messing with me. I’m more worried about your family more than the people we chill with. VOP: Oh God they are going to beat the shit out of me when they find out. she’s afraid of her family’s reaction and knowing her family the way I do I’m afraid for her as well. I really think she should wait until she’s on her own before she tells her family and tell her so. Mia: No one’s going to lay a hand on you. They’ll have to come through me first to get to you. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. there was nothing for a few seconds, I thought our call had dropped. Then I heard her crying. Mia: (sigh) please don’t cry… VOP: I don’t want anything to change me and you… I’ve been holding it in for so long always afraid and shit that some one’s going to find out. Mia: Nothing is going to change our friendship. I’m comfortable in my own skin and you need to learn how to be comfy in yours. There’s no weirdness here on my part. The rest is on you. Baby girl baby steps, baby steps. We’ll take it one day at a time. I’m not going anywhere, I am not running away. Don’t close yourself off out of fear. Don’t cling to me because I am safe because no matter how much I care for you I’m not what you need or want. You understand? VOP: Yeah dude. You’ll go with me to the support group? Mia: Inshallah…If they let me in yes, if not I’ll wait outside for you. I just can’t quit you!! VOP: WTF was that? Mia: It’s a line from that movie I lent you. You still haven’t seen Broke Back Mountain? VOP: Na Mia: Slow ass Slore VOP: Are you still spending the night tomorrow night? that was the signal for the conversation to change, her mom had walked into her bedroom after seeing her light on. Mia: Yes sir, well technically it’s actually later on tonight. Please don’t force me to eat your moms awful cooking, let’s eat dinner at my house and then go to yours or pick up some food from the chino-cubano. VOP: Okay chicharron de pollo , my treat. I got some movies we could watch too. No homework, no reviews, or papers just relaxing tonight ok? Mia: You got it, we need a night off. Can I get some sleep now? My dad already left for work. VOP: Oh shit yea it’s 4:30 ! Mia…Thanks Mia: For? VOP: For being you. Mia: Yeah, yeah whatever dude … The sun will be rising soon so make sure your mini blinds are drawn Dracula I don’t want you burning to ashes. Good night, see you in a few hours . She mentioned a couple of nice songs in our convo both of them titled “Breathless” here they are might as well give you some music …. Breathless::The Coors Powered by Castpost Powered by Castpost Labels: friends, gay friends Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: sadiq, Just Jane, Mia, Emory Mayne, Mia, Friday, April 07, 2006Bush needs adult sized diapers...Today Howard Dean had this to say in response to Scooter Libby’s statement that Bush himself authorized leak on Iraq , “the president ‘can no longer be trusted,’ WTF?!! Excuse me psst Howard but what planet have you been living on? When the heck could he ever be trusted? Even as a child his momma had to put a padlock on the cookie jar. Now it turns out that Bush may need adult sized diapers to control his leaking. This administration has given me many WTF moments but today not only did they make me say WTF?!! But I’m pretty sure I ripped out some of my hair as I ran down the street shoeless when I heard this story. Ordinarily nothing should come as a surprise to me in terms of this administration. We’ve had it all including that whole Broke Back Cheney scenario in which he shot his I heard on the evening news that Bush The Younger and Vice President Dick “Annie Get Yo’ Gun” Cheney authorized Cheney's top aide to launch a counterattack of leaks against administration critics on Iraq by feeding intelligence information to reporters, according to court papers citing the aide's testimony in the CIA leak case. Good lord they think we’re back in the 50’s. Remember people way back in 2003 Bush stated that anyone found to be leaking sensitive information would be fired. Yeah, yeah sure. It turns out Bush The Younger is not as stupid as he looks or as he plays. WTF?!! Now he’s really scaring me because it turns out the idiot is cunning. OMG a cunning bastard with ADHD we are in some serious trouble here. In a court filing, Special Counsel Patrick Fitzgerald stopped short of accusing Cheney of authorizing his chief of staff, I. Lewis Libby , to leak the CIA identity of Valerie Plame. The prosecutor, detailing the evidence he has gathered, raised the possibility that the vice president was trying to use Plame's CIA employment to discredit her husband, administration critic Joseph Wilson. Cheney, according to an indictment against Libby, knew that Wilson's wife worked at the CIA as early as June 12, 2003, more than a month before that fact turned up in a column by Robert Novak. Fitzgerald quoted Libby as saying he was authorized to tell New York Times reporter Judith Miller that Iraq was "vigorously trying to procure" uranium. Fitzgerald said Libby told him it "was the only time he recalled in his government experience when he disclosed a document to a reporter that was effectively declassified by virtue of the president's authorization that it be disclosed.” and in a move demonstrating that he has more cohones than brain and is an arrogant bastard Dick “Quick Draw Mc Graw” Cheney says he has the power to declassify government secrets, raising the possibility that he authorized his former chief of staff to pass along sensitive prewar data on Iraq to reporters. WTF?!!! Did I miss the day when someone yelled it was okay for elected officials to wipe their asses with the constitution? Oh wait what am I saying Bush not only wipes his butt with it but he wipes his dogs butt with it as well. I can’t even think straight anymore I just want to head over to Washington and fish slap the hell out of these two bozos. Who’s with me? I got connections; I can rent us a charter bus for cost. Labels: politics Click here to read entire post. 6 comment from: Just Jane, sadiq, Mia, sadiq, Emory Mayne, Mia, Rock and Roll hall of famer (2002) Gene Pitney was found dead of natural causes on Wednesday. Pitney, 65, who shot to fame in the 1960s with hits including "Town Without Pity" and "Only Love Can Break a Heart," died after having given a concert the previous night that had won him a standing ovation. Pitney was in the middle of a 23-show tour of Britain when he died. By now anyone who knows me or had been reading this blog knows I have a deep love for music in all it’s forms. I was really saddened today to hear of the death of the great Gene Pitney. As a kid I was fascinated by his voice. He had remarkable range and his voice was so distinctive, it was said that he was capable of hitting notes so high only dogs could hear them. A friend of mine who caught one of his last concerts in the UK told me Pitney’s voice was still phenomenal. ( I own this album btw inherited from my grandma ) I can’t even begin to do his career or talent justice in this post. The man was a visionary in 1963 long before the Beatles did it Pitney had a hit with Mecca a precursor to psychedelia music (think hippies) in its use of Indian musical influence. He had a hit with the Mick Jagger and Keith Richard song, "That Girl Belongs to Yesterday", which was the first Rolling Stones song to be a success in the United States, and it was mainly due to Pitney's endorsement of the group that helped them to become popular in America. According to those in the know within the music world much of David Bowie's singing on "The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust" is an homage to Pitney's amazing vocal range, technique and mannerisms. Read more about his career: Gene Pitney Here are some of his earliest hits… It Hurts To Be In Love:: Gene Pitney Powered by Castpost Only Love Can Break A Heart:: Gene Pitney Powered by Castpost Town Without Pity:: Gene Pitney Powered by Castpost Every Breath I Take::Gene Pitney Powered by Castpost Labels: news items Click here to read entire post. 2 comment from: Emory Mayne, Mia, Wednesday, April 05, 2006To sleep, perchance to dream...I’ve been having the weirdest dreams lately but the one I had last night is going to cause someone to smack me upside the head today. I’ve already started getting dirty looks and have been asked what’s in my coffee and if I've smoked any wicked wicked weed today. No I have not thank you very much...people just say no to drugs! I rarely have nightmares, 99.9 % of the time my dreams are happy, sometimes they have complete soundtracks other times I wake up laughing. I also tend to dream a lot in vibrant colors. Last night I had a dream that’s left me with lingering side effects. At one point in my dream the Mia in the dream turned and spoke to me the real Mia. It was as if you were watching TV and all of the sudden the character stops in the middle of the show and turns to the camera and starts talking to you specifically. My dream took place inside a cabaret club. The little bistro tables had these beautiful cream colored satiny table cloths. The chairs were wood with leather padding the same color as the table cloths. The floor was was black and so shiny you could see yourself in it. I remember thinking diablo somebody can really bust their ass dancing on that floor. There was a lot of smoke in the place it seemed everybody and their mama was smoking. I was sitting at the table with several friends. None of whom I know in real life by the way but they seemed like really nice people. Each of us had a drink in front of us, mines was an amber color. There was some nice jazz music playing in the back ground. All of a sudden an emcee took the stage and announced the name of a performer ( I couldn’t make it out) the room went dark and out of the shadows into the waiting spotlight stepped a young girl well she was actually a lady but made up to look younger than her actual age. She was dressed as Judy Garland’s “Dorothy” in the Wizard of Oz and began singing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” I was totally amazed by her impersonation of her and as she got half way through the song the dream Mia turned and spoke to sleeping Mia. She said,” Man I didn’t know I knew all the words to this song!” “Dorothy” then left the stage and an older Judy came back and went through an entire repertoire of Judy Garland songs that spanned her career. Dream Mia turned to her friends and exclaimed aloud, “Man she is fantastic! I wonder if Liza Minelli knows about her?” When she was done singing I stood up and gave her a standing ovation and awoke. I now am driving everyone around me crazy me I can’t get “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” out of my head and have been singing it since 6 am. Good lord it’s going to be a long day. Oh yeah did I mention I'm doing an impression of Judy Garland as I sing it? Yup yup it's gonna be a long day...lol Labels: about me Click here to read entire post. 5 comment from: Mica, Aisha, Mia, Fouad, Mia, Tuesday, April 04, 2006Are you gay?I have a friend we've been inseperable since we were teenagers. We’re always together even in school. When people see me they know she can't be too far behind. Whenever they see us apart they always ask for the missing buddy. People are not used to seeing us apart from each other. My poor BF had alot of trouble in the beginning dealing with this. She wasn't too happy having him around and he wasn't too thrilled with her. They drove me crazy finally I spoke to both of them and told them to cut the crap out. People have always wondered about us asking stupid questions, making comments about her. I’ve never been one to give a crap about what people think of me so I really don’t care what they think. More than once I’ve had guys question the nature of our relationship due to her possessiveness of me. I mentioned this to my mother and she said, "Mia she's in love with you. Everyone sees it but you." I spoke to my dad and he said the same thing. Yeah it’s true she chose her major, and her school based on my major and the school I chose to go to. She followed me out here. I figured because she is unsure of what she wants to do with her life she’s following in my foot steps until she finds what she wants to do. I would know if she’s gay wouldn’t I ? Plus frankly speaking it doesn’t matter to me, I don’t give a pig’s booger if she is or not. My mom is not the first person to say that she’s in love with me actually a lot of our other friends have said it as well. The other day while working on a school project we were having a discussion about sexual preferences, discrimination and society’s attitude towards homosexuality. As we were talking a slow realization came over me. She is gay but why keep it from me? I have several lesbian friends I’ve introduced her to and she knows I treat them no different than our straight friends so if she is gay she doesn’t need to be afraid to come out to me. I tell her this and add that I would not love her any less. Finally I ask her straight out, “Are you gay?” Her answer just shocked me I hadn’t expected it, she replied “I don’t know.” I figured that it should be a clear cut black and white answer no gray shades, no in between just yes or no anything but “I don’t know”. I would have been less shocked if she had told me “yes”. She didn’t seem to want to pursue it any further so I just let it go. I figure when she is ready to talk even if it’s years from now I’ll be here to listen. Labels: friends, gay friends Click here to read entire post. 13 comment from: karmic, Mia, Just Jane, Mia, Just Jane, sadiq, Mia, sadiq, Just Jane, Just Jane, sadiq, Just Jane, Mia, Monday, April 03, 2006La raza unida jamas sera vencidaAbout seventy five percent of undocumented immigrants are Latinos … mi hermanos antes los ojos de dios, from all over the world. They speak in my mother tongue. If I listen carefully I can tell where they are from by their accents. They hail from countries I’ve only read about in books, but still they are my brothers and sisters. They come from countries portrayed on television as paradise on earth beckoning to tourists...from countries devastated by poverty, by natural disasters… they lived hand to mouth or afraid of their government they risk it all to come here. I see them on street corners all over New York City waiting to be picked for jobs.They begin their wait before the sun has had a chance to awaken the sky. Some never make it home losing their lives on dangerous jobs...some never get paid after working those jobs. They suffer in silence afraid to complain. I look into their eyes and see the eyes of my ancestors. Their bodies are exhausted from hard work, souls battered by demeaning conditions. Pero siempre, always their heads held high. They are a proud people. I see them on the crowded subways and streets selling their wares … they chauffer me around the city in their gypsy cabs and dollar vans…in the restaurants I frequent they wash the dishes, bus the tables, prep and serve the food. They clean the offices, take care of the children, and are the backbone of agriculture. Odds are good that the oranges used to make your morning orange juice was picked by illegals. That boneless chicken in your fast food chain sandwich was de-boned by an illegal at a poultry factory. The profit margin of many a businessman depends on the sweat of the undocumented. To say that they do the work that Americans refuse to do is wrong because it is a lie, that’s an insult to the American work ethic. What is true is that illegals work for less and are often exploited by employers because of their illegal status. In their eyes I see mis antepasados the ones who left all that was familiar to come into a new land where they were not always welcomed but they took it all just for the chance at a better life for their children and their grandchildren…immigrants past and present reaching for the American dream…no hay diferencia..there is no difference between the illegals and my ancestors… they are among the bravest people that have walked this earth los llevos clavados en mi alma…I owe them so much… After taking a couple of semesters of law my Immigration Law professor convinced me to do some volunteer work at a legal clinic he runs. It was there that my interest in the undocumented began, fanned by my father’s own work with the undocumented. I often stop to talk to them as I make my way across my city handing them the business cards of the place I volunteer in. A place where they can get free legal advice, and help with their immigration papers… promising I will be there to help them fill out their paperwork. If they don’t have jobs I give them my father’s business card he will help find them jobs in places where they will be treated fairly. For the young ones I offer assistance in getting them into school getting them what they need for them to be better able to pursue their dreams. Their faces light up when I tell them I am a student, that I was born here..that my great-grandparents were immigrants too. To them I a Latina pursuing a higher education am the embodiment of their dream, this is what they want for their children for themselves. They Always they ask , “que estas estudiando mija?” what are you studying? The older ones offer me advice stay in school make your people proud, you are our future. “Gracias”, I say…”Que dios te bendiga mija”…may God bless you my child…they reply. Over the past few weeks as this issue has been debated heatedly among the politicos I’ve heard the hard work of my Mexican brothers and sisters being denigrated comparing them to terrorists, calling them criminals. There are few communities in the U.S. that work harder at lower pay and in worse conditions than the Mexican community. Case in point they’ve been immortalized in ghetto slang “working like a Mexican” to any urban kid means working harder than hard , it means busting your ass at whatever task your endeavoring. They put up with all of this crap hoping for a better future for their kids. Latinos stick together, we are a proud people when one us is attacked we all rise in defense it does not matter to us if they are Mexican, Honduran, Puerto Rican, or Colombian somos todos latinos undios por sangre…we are all Latinos united in blood… "La raza unida jamas sera vencida," "The united (Hispanic) race will never be defeated."... These photos are from a demonstration held on Saturday in NYC. Labels: politics Click here to read entire post. 1 comment from: sadiq,
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