The ‘N’ word, in ALL its permutations, irrespective of Hollywood and ignorant mislead, style-enslaved youth, is anathema as far as I’m concerned. Ours is the only ethnic group to buy this trick of self loathing nomenclature. When our grandparents heard this word, in many instances some serious shit was about to go down-even death. This is such a sucker’s losing game. Now the world is buying into this ‘slang.’ I do not tolerate it in my presence and if you do, please realize that I will never drink that kool-aid. I am better. So much better. That is all.
- My buddy Herb, here.
Our local library has this gorgeous pond. We are enjoying the ducks.
More proof that Paul Ryan is a despicable human being.
Objectivisim at its finest. When the cause he defunded becomes a pop culture fad, why let’s get our photo op in!
That $100 he donated TOTALLY makes up for the $1.55 Billion that he voted to cut from the National Institute of Health (full disclosure: about $5 million of that was specifically cut from ALS research).
"Nine Democrats and seven Republicans who voted for the Budget Control Act of 2011 have completed the challenge."
”Since many of the politicians were forced to sign the bill, their participation in the challenge does not necessarily make them hypocrites.”
Her flight is due in 6 minutes. (It is a very long 6 minutes.)
*also, waiting in the wrong line. D’oh.
i was burning cds for my little sister and had the bright idea to attempt to write the track listing on each one………..
Only 5 hours until my final flight of this particular cross-country sequence. Fortunately these rigid seats and metal armrests will keep me from sleeping through my boarding call. Or at all!
A woman from the audience asks: ‘Why were there so few women among the Beat writers?’ and [Gregory] Corso, suddenly utterly serious, leans forward and says: “There were women, they were there, I knew them, their families put them in institutions, they were given electric shock. In the ’50s if you were male you could be a rebel, but if you were female your families had you locked up.
Stephen Scobie, on the Naropa Institute’s 1994 tribute to Allen Ginsberg
Absences of women in history don’t “just happen,” they are made.
Today, August 23rd, is the International Day for the Remembrance of the Slave Trade and Its Abolition. The illustration above is of a slave market in Richmond, Virginia.
In America, the slave trade lasted from long before the nation’s founding to 1865, two years after the Emancipation Proclamation. The horror of the institution is so vast and deep as to be unfathomable- the entire world would bear the scars of that great crime if the wound had ever closed, but still it bleeds on.
The blood still runs in underfunded schools where Black children are denied their history and their dignity. Everywhere Black women are threatened and reduced and denied agency. Everywhere Black communities are under threat by gentrifiers and foreclosure and debt. Everywhere Black workers are paid poverty wages and denied advancement. Everywhere the police and the courts take Black lives without reprisal, in the streets and in the halls of “justice”.
Today is a day of mourning, but it must also be a day to hold up the resistors: Gabriel and Nan, Nat Turner, Harriet Tubman, Mary Bowser, and the countless others whose names are lost to history. In holding them up, we must reaffirm ourselves in the struggle for justice and self-determination for Black people around the world, wherever and whatever form the fight takes!
My youngest is leaving. She is headed out to Portland to live with her mom. Victoria leaves tomorrow eve, and Annalisa leaves Tuesday at 6:15 am.
We had a wonderful meal tonight. Annalisa picked this cake. Before we headed to the store, we discussed if it should say Bon Voyage, which in my head is pronounced a’la Bugs Bunny, “Bon Voyagee”. Annalisa asked if it could say “Bananas are fun”? Of course it can! It’s your cake, baby girl! The guy behind the cake counter didn’t blink an eye. He didn’t ask her to repeat. He just said sure, and turned around and got to work.
Incidentally, that is a frosting laden candle in her mouth.