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Aug. 27th, 2007 | 12:42 pm

Friday Five for August 24, 2007

This week's set was suggested by </a></b></a>meliss64.

Imagine you are on your deathbed. Recommend to those who remain in your life...

1) One book to read.
2) One movie to watch.
3) One food to eat.
4) One place to go.
5) One life lesson to leave behind.

This is for the ones who are 18 & under.
1) Assata: An Autobiography
2) Quilombo
3) My partner's vegan mac & cheese.
4) Chiapas, Mexico.
5) You can learn something from every person you meet.  Just observe their behavior.

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why put your ankles through unneccesary drama? pt. 2

Aug. 7th, 2007 | 01:52 pm
mood: bitchybitchy
music: the sound of heat waves

Ahem.  It's 96 degrees in chicago.

There is no excuse for high heel leather boots over jeans.  Girlfriend, you don't look sexy.  You look like the burning fires of hell.

Just a public service announcement.

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Speaking of the Devil

Jul. 15th, 2007 | 07:07 pm
location: in a weirdly not as ethnic chicago

America?  "Fuck yeah" from 2 days ago?

Well, today, I had a good, heady dose of flag-waving good times at NASCAR!

You got it folks. I bore witness to the next great American sport.  All the dads who should have worn more sunscreen were titty out, bearing RVs and coolers and gym shorts in some kind of sick offering to their gods:  all of the robust brands that make America the great sales empire that we are proud of.  The Go Army! Tent was up and running (almost all black male staffed...hmmm), complete with the "participation center."  Best Buy was out with huge tv screens, Bank of America provided beautiful ATM machines...you could even have the State Farm Insurance "Experience."   Mainly, however, I was yellow all over:

Yes, good people, I was promoting the image of Nextel/Sprint with gusto for about 17 dollars an hour.  What, you thought I was there because I get wet over Dale Earn...hart(?). 

Anyway, it was a little bit of a culture shock.  It took place at the Chicagoland Speedway in Joliet, IL.  It's not quite in the middle of nowhere, but that's how you feel when you get there.  A stadium the size of oh, 3 Madison Square Gardens, surrounded by tents promoting mainly beer and bullshit (who knew white peepul drank crown royal!), surrounded by rows and rows of hundreds of tents over pickup trucks (and your random tractor trailer). So who was there?  I know the "NASCAR" dad stereotype and everything, but I really got to meet them.  Them and the "why is this person at NASCAR" type who you'd generally see on the northside of Chicago at a library.  I got a bigger picture of who exactly was there because my job was to sign people up for this car-racing video game simulation inside the Nextel tent.  I had to get their names and zip codes. 

It was the first time it hit me how "ethnic" white people actually are (in the midwest, anyway.)  Whites are some of everything in Chicago, but it's the 3rd largest city, the Irish and Italians run it just like they do in NYC (along with the Polish).  First of all, the names of the Iowans.  Vomder this, Krysy that, other names that look like they dropped out of the Iranian or Mongolian sky.  Seriously.  Where did they come from?  When did they get here?  Have they been sitting around not being named Jones for hundreds of years?  Huh? I guess America is the melting pot for them.  They came from all over, especially the Midwest, to attend this huge tailgating party: Iowa, Illinois, Wisconsin, Kentucky, Oklahoma, North Carolina, Indiana...Toronto(!)

Counted 8 Black people, 7 Latinos, and 5 Asians who weren't there working... and that was it, inside and outside the tent.  This reminds me, I was in Lisle, IL a week ago at a "small-town charm" festival promoting Kahlua (Yeah, yeah yeah).  It was far more racially diverse (but everyone was pretty much from Illinois), but the demographic wasn't all that different.  One thing that struck me today at NASCAR was one thing absent that I saw a lot of in Lisle: Asian adoptees.  Over two days in Lisle, I spotted almost 2 dozen.  Today at NASCAR: zero.

One more thought:  white people like to call black women "sister."  What does it mean?  Sometimes it's fine.  Like today.
White lady in line: "It's surre cold in here!" (dancing)
Me: "Well, dancing should warm you up."
White lady: "You got it sister!  I'm heere to have fuuunn!  Whoooooo!"

Or not.  Like when my fellow promotional model was doing NASCAR in Indiana last year.
Her: "Would you like a free sample?"
White dude: "Shake that brown ass for me sister!  I know you got it under there!"
White dude's buddy: "Uhh, come on Earl!"
White dude: "Yeah, sister.  That tail."

One more reason why I chose not to make any movements akin to dancing today.  Not even when they played "Tennessee" by Arrested Development.  No really.  They played it in Nascar Nextel tent.  What would Speech have to say about that...

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To get me through the week...

Jul. 13th, 2007 | 12:55 am

I'm officially counting down, starting today.

Only 3 months to go, and I'll be somewhere far...far away.

In the meantime...I'm reflecting on how much I appreciate my country.  Ahhh...

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the sun

Jul. 3rd, 2007 | 11:15 am
mood: chipperchipper

is here in Chicago, and I'm not going to do what I have done for the past 2 years...wait until September to get myself over to some sand by some water, pick a day with 3pm thunderstorms, or be sidetracked from my mission by people's personal little "emergencies."   The prediction for today is a high of 85 degrees, no rain till tomorrow. And I have the day off of work!

I think it's really going to happen this time.  I am going to hit the beach in July!

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Jun. 12th, 2007 | 05:40 pm
mood: anxiousanxious

Got in a car accident last night. 

I'm ok, but my car's not.  Neither is my bank account. 

But, besides that, I think everything will work out ok.  I'm insured.

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Dream of Colds

Jun. 9th, 2007 | 06:02 pm
mood: lethargiclethargic
music: La Lupe - Boleros

Today I dreamed about God.  I think it may have something to do with yesterday's post.

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Jun. 8th, 2007 | 06:02 pm

It's Time to get the hell up out of the US.  Because the longer I'm here, the harder it becomes to imagine what the Earth will look like in 50 years without becoming severly depressed and giving everything up for a bottle o likka.

In 50 years I'll be 76 years old.  Not a spring chicken, but I plan on sticking around.  If I have my first child at 29, he or she will be 47 years old, and I'll probably have a few grandkids. 

But why did I bring them here?

When I sit and try to think ahead, and all I can see is one, big, sprawling Baghdad laced with Port Moresby, surrounded by deserted Sahelian villages, where about 10% are living behind bullet-proof fences making orders and raising genetically modified children.  And there's never enough of anything.  And life is short and brutal.  And there's no turning it around.

Or instead, it's the other way around.  50% trudge away behind walls creating products for the 10% that live freely outside.  Then there are the 30% who control the 50% & serve the 10%, who get to live under the sun and moon, but under guard in gated communities.

Sure, I see many things everyday that show me hope.  But I see more to discourage my thoughts that real change is possible.  Bon Voyage motherfuckas.

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Friday Five

Jun. 1st, 2007 | 12:10 pm


1. You're holding a dinner party and can invite three famous people from the past or present, who would they be?
I wouldn't even talk unless they asked me a question.  I would listen.  My three are Malcolm X, Commandante Ramona, Nina Simone.

2. You have the opportunity to question someone about something you've always wanted to know and receive a truthful answer, what would your question be?
I'd ask my dead ancestors if they are happy with what I'm doing with my life.

3. If you could change one thing in your life what would it be?
I would have a better developed artistic talent.  Preference: dance

4. If you could save other people's lives by completing an act that would lead to your own death would you do it?
Of course...but it depends on who it is and what the circumstances are.  I love my life, but I feel very strongly about protecting the little ones, and standing up for your truth.

5. Would you commit murder if you knew you could get away with it?
No comment :)

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it's time for the "my mother" post

May. 29th, 2007 | 07:32 pm


Ring Ring.
"Hbsoul!  Hi Baby!"
"Hi Mom.  How was your d - "
"Listen! Is one of those places you're going to called Venezuela?"
"Um, yeah - "
"Is that where they have that CRAZY MAN who called the president a devil and hates America?"
"You mean Hugo Chavez?"
"Yeah!  I saw him on the news -"
"Mom, if he hated America that much, he wouldn't have offered  gas assistance to poor folks here."
"He did that?"
"Yes, they don't like to talk about that on the news though."
"Okay.  Well, I just want you to be safe."


Ring Ring.
"Hi Mom.  How are you feeling?"
"Good baby, how are you?"
"I'm okay, I didn't have to work today like I thought."
"Good!  You know, I was thinking about something.  I'm going to stop bothering about your trip.  I don't want you to go away that long, but it's your life and I don't want you to look back and regret anything."
"It's good to hear that Mama.  You know I know how to take care of myself."
"You know I can't help but worry, but I'm praying for you."
"I know."


Ring Ring.
"Hi Mama."
"Hbsoul!  I don't think you should go to that country!"
"Which one?"
"To Venezuela!  They're rioting over there right now!"
"Are you watching Fox again?"
"No!  It's CNNews, and they're rioting against the president!  What if - "
"Yeah, and they had a riot in Los Angeles in 1992.  I'lltalktoyouaboutthislateri'mbusyloveyoubye."

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