Saturday, November 29, 2008

Black Friday Indeed

I'm thankful for a lot. I don't need no holiday to prompt it. But the Tofurkey was killer.

"A Wal-Mart worker on Long Island, N.Y., died after being trampled by customers who broke through the doors early Friday, and other workers were trampled as they tried to rescue the man. At least four other people, including a woman who was eight months pregnant, were taken to hospitals...Tension grew as the 5 a.m. opening neared. By 4:55, with no police officers in sight, the crowd of more than 2,000 had become a rabble, and could be held back no longer. Fists banged and shoulders pressed on the sliding-glass double doors, which bowed in with the weight of the assault."

34 year old Jdimytai Damour of Queens was killed by capitalism. What an awful and stupid way to die. All for some stupid discount electronics that will probably break in a couple of months.

Is anyone being prosecuted for his death? I hope his family is suing the pants off of Wal-Mart. If something like this had happened at say, a political rally do you think that the reaction would be the same?

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Magnum Opus of the Modern Day Alchemists

  • nigredo(-putrefactio), blackening(-putrefaction).
  • albedo, whitening.
  • rubedo, reddening.
  • Man becomes a ruthless god.

Monday, November 24, 2008


The Jonas Brothers weird me out.

Really young girls of America? Really?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Mojave Experiment My Ass

I hate Windows Vista. I can't believe that they have such a monopoly on the pc industry that they could (and did) get away with releasing such an awful buggy operating system.

Every time I update this piece of crap (and Vista won't let you NOT update) something new goes wrong. The first time it was the wifi, next the sound, and recently the disc drive stopped working for no obvious reason. I uninstalled and then reinstalled the disc drivers and even restored to a restore point almost three weeks ago to no avail. I honestly just want to throw this piece of crap down the stairs. I can't believe that I payed money for such junk.

Last night I almost convinced myself it would be okay to buy a Mac online. I am the cheapest person in the world and I am now kicking myself in the bum for not springing the five hundred extra dollars for something that works well and lasts more than a year. Grrrrr.

So if you are in the market for a new computer, I seriously cannot steer you far enough away from anything with Microsoft products pre-installed. Bill Gates became a business man shortly after he realized his tech tendencies could make him money.

Microsoft I'd like to say, I'm very disappointed you fucking thieves.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Blueberry Afternoon

I was the little girl on that swing. And you were the dirt that I kicked up at every descent.

You dislodged from the earth and fanned out into the sky before falling onto my body in motion.

I squished you between my toes.

You were stuck beneath my fingernails, streaked across my face, and smeared across my palms.

I was dirty. I was happy.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Google Earth

There was a dirty man in a dirty field on a cold dirty day eating a dirty blueberry muffin.

I liked him for what he was, dirty.

Clouds cast deep dirty streaks across the sky. I was there and I was dirty.

But not as dirty as the man.

We were the only ones left in the world. Two dirty souls.

That is, until the clean little girl asked us to push her on the clean rubber swing.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Coming Home

So I'm back from a long break. Upon returning back to the grind (or my version of it) I could write about a number of things: My Great Week/end, The paradigm shifting book I just began (GSR I know you are wondering, it's Pedagogy of the Oppressed), the swift kick of winter booting out the lingering warmth of a gentle Autumn, how I already feel Obamaed out, how awful Windows Vista is, or how I can't get a hold on what the hell is giving me such awful frown inducing heartburn every weekend. But I won't write about any of these, at least not today.

The thing that brought me to my blog is what I came home to tonight. I've been off of work for five days and in the life of toddlers a lot can happen. As I unlocked the door to the condo I heard the familiar whimper of my most troublesome little friend. I tiptoed into the room to see a bleary eyed little boy in a big boy bed where once a baby in a crib lay.

My boys are growing up so fast! Now there has been talk of swtiching the boys to beds, but Mother has resisted. It's a combination of not wanting to see her kids growing up so fast and not having a place to throw them when they are being naughty! I'm sure nostalgia finally gave way to utility.

Alas in the flicker of an under sea night lite lit room a surge of pride welled up in me as I stroked the back of an upset kid. We've come a long way and a seemingly silly milestone felt pretty damn cool. What a wonderful surprise after a wonderful week away. Now if we could only get potty training down!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

A Change We Need

I feel like I've been holding my breath for six months. I've gone through the full range of emotions considering this election. I've been angry, interested, disillusioned, disdainfully humoured, hopeful, completely enraged (ahem Sarah Palin), all the way down to a sinking feeling of disappointment. I've had my face stuck in every single news outlet my little head could process. Which is to say a lot because at the beginning of all this I was skeptical to say the least. I wasn't planning on voting for anyone. My motto was, government is still government, it doesn't matter what talking figure head is in control, and I don't like being told how to live my life.

As I've stated before a part of me wanted McCain/Palin to take it, because so many people would be furious. Change was going to come either way. But as I broke out of my little radical mindset and really began to get intimate with the issues at hand I slowly began to realize what was at stake. I thought of my father who has worked his ass off for more than thirty years in the same factory, how first they cut his overtime, then slowly the employees that surround him. In an already busy factory he does the work of four men while his retirement fund slips further and further towards the poverty line. I think of my best friend who has a serious 'preexisting' medical condition that once she graduates will no longer be covered by her school or family insurance. I don't want her to have to make the choice between chipping away at the crushing weight of student loans or her health. I think of the inner city kids of Chicago whose education is no match for mine, a suburban kid, simply because of their location and income level. I think of the people losing their homes, jobs, and dignity. I think about birth control in all it's forms and how under a McCain/Palin administration those choices wouldn't be allowed to me. I think of the people whose basic rights are denied because of their sexual orientation.

The other part of me wanted to like and support this amazingly charismatic man named Barack Obama. With a fistful of cynicism I made the commitment to vote for him, because the alternative was too ghastly for me to imagine. I wanted to spend my time fighting for the ideals of a lifestyle based on mutual aid and self discovery not the basic rights that I feel should be granted to every person in the world (food, shelter, choice, freedom of religion). But as I began to learn more about this man it is not a lesser of two evils scenario that caused me to vote for him it's the unyielding sense of optimism that rests in my heart. It's hope that leads me to tears.

This morning sitting at my computer I cannot hold back the tears. For once with cynicism pushed to the back of my mind I will let that very real sense of hope that Barack Obama trumpets invade my very being. This man inspired millions with not only his charisma, but truly with his words and ideals. I was cynical, I still am cynical, but along side cynicism an unrelenting hope. Because the most radical, the most angry, the most down trodden, all cling to hope. Hope of something stronger something better hope for an alternative better than what we've had for the past 200 years and 43 presidents.

According to BBC news, "Since the end of Reconstruction - the period in the aftermath of the US civil war - there have been just three black US senators. Only two states, Massachusetts and Virginia, have elected a black governor."

With the election of a black president, what many considered the politically impossible has now become real. Barack Obama isn't an oil man, and he doesn't have interests in some other shadowy corporation. He spent his post graduate years practicing civil rights law, representing victims of housing and employment discrimination. He was active in his community making changes that mattered. He has one wife, one house, and one car, or rather he did.

For a country with such a rich history of racism to come together and demand a new leader despite steep odds (latent racism, blatant racism, white supremacist history, general political trends, voter purging, mud slinging etc.) and take on an establishment that repressed anything that even threatened to upset the status quo is truly exciting.

My hope is that somehow the man that sparked so many hearts will follow up on his word, will somehow have the audacity to continue to resist the lure of major corporations and the all mighty dollar staying true to his working class roots and the people he represents. I hope that this man can continue to stoke the flames of an excitement not seen since, well forever.

Last night I marched with a couple thousand college students chanting Obama on the campus of Illinois State University. Their was no fire no destruction just a bunch of half drunk kids of all races, sizes, genders, and colors excited about the history that took place tonight. Did they want to see change? Would they care after a few months? How many of them were first time voters? How many of them will be last time voters, never thinking twice about the change that is purportedly coming. One of the true challenges for Barack Obama is to figure out how to maintain the momentum of not only the youth movement, but of people taking an interest in the political process.

Barack Obama you seem like a cool guy, and I can put stock in a lot of your ideas (except border issues) but please please don't become one of them. Don't fuck this up we're all counting on you. I want to congratulate the American people for overcoming the bullshit that is American history and voting based not on race but on principle, because we all know it doesn't matter what color your paint is, but the art you create with that paint. This is a truly historic event and I'm so glad that it happened in my time. What comes after, time will only tell. This is a defining moment in U.S. history and I hope it sets the precedent for all presidential campaigns to come.

All power to the people. Barack, we'll be watching, please don't disappoint.

Also, speaking of disappointment. Dear California, what kind of self-righteous jerks are you?