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Mon, 16 Jun 2008 08:58:29 GMT

Okay I just woke up from a dream that started with:
My dad getting a call from his pastor telling him that my dad's test results showed that he had intestinal cancer.
I was hired to persecute a gay couple that I think had gotten illegally married
- on the way we had an incident in a boat with an alcoholic whale that would capsize people trying to get their alcohol
- also we kept seeing people with these newhairstyles where they would make these big styles with fake hair similar to what you see now, but would put a fake dolls face in it that looked like their own face and it would have a hairstylejust like theirs. It was really weird. It was like 2 tiers, the first being their face with their hair and the fake hair styled around it and the second tier above was a doll face with the exact same style framed around its face.
- I was talking to the people at the club (as I was investigating that gay couple) and a lady whose boat was destroyed by a whale thought the styles were "redic" (rediculous) I'm not sure where I was but people had weird accents and slang. I'm thinking I might have been in the Carribbean, lots of booze cruises for whales to attack and get alcohol from.

Anyway, there was the showdown at the end where I found the gay couple and called my back up guy to bring them in. This started a gun fight - the gay guys had guns and my backup didn't. He ran at them dodging the bullets. I realized that someone was going to get killed and this was rediculous so I ran after the 3 of them fighting. They started shooting at me but the bullets were so slow, I could dodge them too. I grabbed a piece of plywood and could deflect the bullets with it. Finally, I reached and captured the guys and my backup got them in handcuffs. The media had arrived by now and I was supposed to visibly put them in the police car so all of the gay folks would know how our country didn't tolerate them. However, I realized that I was setting a prescedent and instead of making an example of them for intolerance. I announcd that under our laws they could be imprisoned for their marriage, but I was taking the cuffs off and letting them go free to show that our police department would no longer be persecuting gays.

Somewhere in there my dad's brother and family came to visit my dad to see how hs treatment was coming. it was weird my cousin Jason had like shoulder lenght hair and kinda seemed like he'd become a hippy. Everyone else seemed fine. I told my dad that once they remove the huge tumors from his gut at least he'd be loosing weight.

Anyway, all of this random weird stuff actually ties in to things that have happened in my life recently. -except for the alcoholic whale....

Why Don't They Vote?

Wed, 07 May 2008 13:06:28 GMT

A Prayer from my pops-

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 11:51:20 GMT

Against Corporate Domination

and American Indifference

We cry to you for justice, O Lord, for our soul is weary

with the iniquity of greed. Behold our Wall Street magnates,

our Gordon Gekkos who bestride the commercial

world as if it were their own. It is they who defy you and

drain their fellow Americans for gain; it is they who grind

down the strength of workers by merciless toil and outsource

or downsize them whenever the markets permit

such actions. We cry out against them and against the

slumlords and developers who manipulate and exploit the

poor and make dear the space and air that you have made

free; who paralyze the hand of justice by corruption and

blind the eyes of the people with lies about welfare queens

and illegal immigrants; who nullify by craft the merciful

rent-control and minority contractor laws that we by the

better angels of our nature have passed in order to protect

the weak; who, sometimes in collusion with the church

have gentrified the city against the interests of the poor

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and have brought upon your church the contempt of the

world, all for progress, profit, and ease.

For the oppression of the poor by unrighteous and

greedy televangelists who have cloaked their extortion

with the gospel of your Christ and name-it-and-claim-it

theologies, we cry out for relief and for mercy. We know,

O Lord, that you love the weak and poor and hate the

grasping and that your doom is upon those who grow rich

on the poverty of the people.

Yet we too are afraid, O Lord, because we too seek to be

like Donald Trump rather than like Jesus. The thundercloud

of your wrath is even now booming over our heads and in

our ears, for we share the greed and lust of corporate domination

of the poor. In the ruins of dead empires we have read

how you have trodden the winepress of your anger when the

measure of their sin was full. We know clearly how much we

are like them, so we know that the press of your wrath is for

us a cup running over. We live as an unjust empire on borrowed

time, relying on your undeserved mercy and patience

as we pursue life, liberty, and happiness instead of your reign

and the year of Jubilee. Lord, we believe. Help our unbelief!

Lord, we are sorry, and we repent; but we have put away

our sackcloth and ashes in favor of Gucci and bling. Save us

from ourselves, from our commitment to mammon, from the

indifference we the middle-class have towards the wretched

of the earth. Save us from our leaders, whom we have chosen,

who have committed us to be the worlds' police and to

chase terrorists with unlimited violence while lusting for foreign

oil.

Help us to repent of our ways, to cease and desist from

our sins. Help us to turn back to your law lest the mark of

the beast, already etched on the right hand of our nation,

already drenched in the blood of other nations, becomes a

permanent mark of our rebellion against you. Help us to

wash that hand by exorcizing our demonic public policy

and evil foreign policy, lest our feet be set on the downward

PRAYERS OF PROTEST AND SOLIDARITY / 39

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path of darkness from which there is no return forever.

Lord, we believe. Help our unbelief!

Finally, Lord, in our new-and-improved, internet-driven

global village, help us to turn to you with all our hearts and

all our souls and all our minds, loving the widow and orphan

and sojourner in our land, not as a pastime or hobby, or a

charity, but as a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a light upon

a hill-a hill that has overturned the tables of the money

changers of Wall Street in favor of a genuine solidarity with

your blessed poor. We ask, O Lord, that they and the meek

inherit your earth. Hear our prayers, O Lord!

Amen.

DARRYL TRIMIEW is the chair of the Department of Philosophy and

Religion at Medgar Evers College of the City University of New York.

Previously, he was dean of the black church studies program at

Crozer/Colgate Rochester Divinity School. Dr. Trimiew is the author

of God Bless the Child That's Got Its Own: The Economic Rights Debate

(1997) and Voices of the Silenced: The Responsible Self in a Marginalized

Community (1993).

Zumba what?!

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 22:09:54 GMT

Okay - I just joined Bally's again because it was $8 a month - great deal!
But I went to this new Zumba class- my oh my! Have you heard of this? https://www.zumba.com/
I had to pay an extra $2 to take the class but as I waited the older lady told me that I would LOVE it!
I had seen the site before I showed up and thought- latin/african/hip-hop dance workout, could be fun...
So, the teacher told me that I should just follow along and have fun-

As I danced to Shakira and Wyclef I looked around at the room full of aging white women getting their groove on. Hmmmm, why am I here I thought? I didn't let the creepiness stop me from having fun dancing, the instructor kept grinning and looking at me as she led us through cumbia, mambo, salsa, and meringue. But then I kept noticing that in most of the music I kept hearing Negra or some variant. I know, in Latin America calling someone Negra isn't supposed to be rude. But seeing these white women rotate their hips and slide to Spanish music about his Negrita- made me imagine them all in Black face trying to do a minstrel show. Of course the instructor with her absurdly huge grin and alternating jazz hands and hip pops didn't help! They all were trying to be Negras!?
There was a black guy that came in late and it looked like he needed to learn some dance moves - but he was having a ball.
I decided not to return to the class, except for one more to bring Zahyia along to laugh with me about it all-

I know- I always racialize everything! Whites are stealing Latin music for their workouts- after a year they'll be able to hit the latin clubs. I tried to say, hey this is nice - they're interested in other music and culture, how open minded of them. But I just kept seeing the big grins and side side hip pop, ride the horse and gallop, wave your hands in the air to the Caribbean beat- ahhh!!!!

My Space meets zombie film

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 11:53:48 GMT

You've guessed correctly, this entry is another weird dream!

I was transfered to a strange and alternate dimension called Myspace. Probably via my computer because I sit in front of it so much. Anyway, in the dream everything was dark, it was eternally night in Myspace and gloomy. There was a heavy evil vibe that I felt lurked out there somewhere in the night and I wanted to get away. I was in a suburban forested park and was walking around looking for a way out. I found a wristband on the ground and picked it up. I saw a cab whizzing by and ran to it waving my arms. I caught it and jumped in. As I looked back through the window I saw a pack of ghostly people drifting to the spot where I had just been standing (probably wanting me to listen to their band, read their poetry or see their photos; consume my life with their friend requests!) anyway the cabbie was a nice older black guy that was named Johnny, something- I've forgotten a bit since this morning and he was solid and real, not like the ghost people.

I asked him to get me out of Myspace! He noticed the wristband that I had on- it was one of those paper bands that they put on you when you go to an amusement park or club that's neon green or pink and you have to wear if you leave to get back in. He said I was lucky because the wristband would allow me to exit almost anywhere, otherwise I'd have to try and leave through the gate I'd entered through and they seldom let people out, once they come in.
We drove down the streets of Myspace and people were clustered in groups in the parks we passed. Some clusters were freinds, some shared common interets, some shared favorite movies, etc. Suddenly the park was filled with a huge cluster. There were ghostly people milling about everywhere! They were on the seesaw, all over the grass, there was a tent set up that they were under their and cluster continued on the other side of the street. They noticed my fearful eyes looking out at them as we glided past in the cab.

Johnny, said that we wouldn't be able to drive through, too many of them would be in the street and once we stopped, we'd be caught. He reversed back down the street. "Abandon the cab," he yelled and we jumped out ducking low and ran across the street to a building. I could hear the murmur of approaching hoards requesting friendship , wanting to leave a comment, inviting me to an event! Johnny found my wrist and told me to hold onto the wristband and think of home. I placed y hand over the band and began to imagine myself floating back through space out of this horrid dimension. I could see shining neon pink light through my eyelids, the band was working! I could feel the teleportation happening when I suddenly remembered that my brother was still there in Myspace! Arthur was there too! Oh, no- I couldn't desert them! I zapped back- the light shut off and Johnny was sitting there looking at me with a questioning concern in his eyes. I said lets go, I can't leave with out my friends!

Unfortunately, the band was a bit damaged from the aborted journey and no longer sealed shut. I wrapped it up in my hand, because if I lost it, I'd be stuck there forever.

So the dream continues - I find my brother, he doesn't want to leave of course. I find Arthur, we try to escape, I loose Johnny, because my search is too dangerous and he won't help anymore. Eventually I get out and end up at Bryn Mawr! weird! and everything is different- They've added a movie theater and a mall and a Mc Donalds to the campus! First I'm trying to find a dorm room that's free so I can have it for the semester- the only free ones are in the basement. Then I'm trying to get to breakfast and end up lost in the crowds of people that now come to campus to shop or take classes. I run into a group of black guys in scrubs that look like they know where their going and one points me in the right direction. I end up at the movie theater where the tickets are $30 but you get to see 6 films. I end up in a theater of a Gerge Clooney movie and George Clooney is in the empty theater- he's the only one there to see his new blockbuster-

Anyway- strange stuff!

High School again! 8(

Tue, 28 Aug 2007 09:18:08 GMT

I had another strange dream last night that a friend was in so I emailed her the dream:

You were in my dream last night. We were in High School and it was the end of our senior year so we didn't really care so much about classes. But, we still had some assignments due. We were in a classroom waiting for school to start and you asked about the homework. I realized that I didn't know we had homework for Philosophy class that was due that day! I asked you for the book and turned to the page to start writing my answers to all of the questions. Turns out that you hadn't done it either so we were discussing the answers for each one. My Calc teacher walks in and starts criticizing me. She assumes that I'm copying all of your answers for the homework. I tell her that we are both finishing the assignment and ask her why she thinks I'd need to copy your work. She's dissatisfied that she hasn't caught me doing something wrong and asks about my Calc homework. My eyes widen, because I didn't know that there was Calc homework either! She yells at me that I better have it for class! I've finished the Philosophy and school is about to start so I ask if I can borrow your Calc book. But you say that you don't want me using the book because you don't want anything written in it and you have to turn it in that day. Frustrated I run to my locker to try and get my book. I keep trying my combination but it won't open. The bell has wrung and there isn't much time to get to class. You and a friend are waiting for me by your locker. I realize that I don't know which locker is mine. They've taken most of the locks off because it's the end of the year and people have cleaned out the lockers. I'm looking for my black lock but I have no reference for it because it was always net to the pink lock and the purple lock and most of the locks are gone! I finally give up trying my combinations and rush back over to you. We rush to Philosophy class and sit through it.

Calc was next so I tried to sit near you to ask for your book again so I could do the work but you still won't lend it- she's going over the homework and you want to follow along. I listen as she calls students for answers. She calls a student sitting near her desk and they don't know the answer. She picks up her calculator/cell phone that is also a portal to a black hole and sets it on black hole mode. She leans across her desk and presses it to the students face, like you would a cellphone. Their whole body is sucked into the calculator and into the void of space.

She leaves the calculator whirling and flashing and tells me to come and sit near her desk in one of the free seats. I move over to a desk and she asks me the answer to question 13. I mumble that I have no idea just as the fire drill goes off and drowns me out. All the kids leap up and she yells for them to leave their homework in the drop box as they run out of the room for the drill. Saved, I get up to go but I see her heading towards me with that calculator/cellphone/black hole portal. The area around the screen is liquid black and swirls sucking in air and particles into space! She comes at me with it. Just because I didn't do my homework, doesn't mean that I'm going to let her destroy me. When she leaps at me I jump to the side and grab her wrist of the hand that holds the device. I use her momentum to pull her to the floor as I step aside. She was strong and was grappling with me to get that thing pressed against my face. I think I banged it against the floor enough so that it broke and I ran to the door. I think her skirt got stuck in it and I left her there fighting with it as I ran out of the room glad it was the last day of High school and that I was going to skip the rest.

Really weird dream- because I was always very prepared in HS and most of the teachers didn't have a problem with me.

An unhappy Day

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 20:30:03 GMT

I've had nightmares the last two nights- the night before last my dad had gone insane-
Last night was memorable- turned out that our new DVR from Direct TV "malfunctioned".

I should have written it this morning because now I've forgotten a lot of it. But the DVR would send out painful jolts of electricity into the surrounding room. I think something hit it and damaged it while I sat there happily watching a show with the ability to pause and fast-forward through the commercials. I was enjoying the show until the electricity ripped through my body sent as a blast from our evil DVR. I recovered and finally realized what had happened - the DVR was electrocuting me! I uncurled my fingers from around the remote control enough to try and hit the power button but the glowing circle on the front of DVR emitted whirling blue hues while sending out a menacing vibe in my direction. I sat there until another DVR hic-up that wrenched me rigid in my seat with another painful blast of electricity.

Once I could move again I leapt up to reach the DVR and stop its electric terrorism! Before I could get a step away from my seat I was frozen by a stronger and more lethal zap of electricity. Up until this point the electricity wasn't visible but now I could see that with each rotation of the blue diaode, DVR gathered more and more current into its massive digital storehouse. The crackling blue volts leapt from around the DVR into the air in a 1 foot radius. I could feel the repercussions of the last blast in my head by the throbbing intensity of my stormy brainwaves erratic from the attack. With a final instantaneous spasm I leaped at the Television and DVR perched atop it glowing like Sauron above Mordor in Lord of the Rings. The worst blast caught me in the air holding me momentarily at bay while the glowing blue streaks ravaged my body. And, when the current abated and the blast ceased I fell upon the DVR smashing it into fragments and chunks around the TV stand in our den. Yay! it was over! I was still in pain from the intense electrocution but alive.

I made my way to the bathroom and looked into the mirror and was horrified to see that the shock had melded my vertebrae and bones together into a deformed crouch - something like Gollum. I tried to stand up straight and felt like I was standing up straight but but when I looked in the mirror I was crooked and hunched over. All of this before I left for an event at Bryn Mawr College. - so at this point the dream changes to the next segment where I'm embarrassed to reconnect with my old friends at BMC at the unveiling of a new statue/work of art because I look like a sneaky freak mutant- but it turns out that I don't have to worry no-one seems to notice and the new 20 foot statue turns out to be 2 women hugging a giant penis. I could explain why that imagery might appear in my dream, but time to get back to work!

Oh yeah- then I wondered today, while looking at the DVR if there are people with phobias of electricity- like people that have been struck by lightning, electroshocked, or attacked by their DVR. I thought that could be the basis of an interesting short film with this woman becoming more and more afraid of electricity and it's evil conspiracy to get her. She tries to remove all of the electric things from around her house but electricity keeps finding a way to give her a snide jolt of torture. At the end she survives and beats the sentient eclectic enemy but the police find her with her clothes charred and hair half burnt off - house totally blasted and burnt up- and a crazy gleam in her eye. (I'll have to figure out what beats electricity... what's the surprise attack against the electricity in the end? Water wouldn't beat electricity.. ahh hah! I've got it) Yeah, so they find her in a rubber wet suit (for scuba diving) the electricity couldn't get to her through the suit! So, it would be funny if the film started with a little kid going to visit his grandma and his mom tells him to be good and not ask grandma personal questions. But we see grandma in her rocker, with a flowery dress on, but we can see that her arms and legs are covered in something she's wearing underneath her dress. "Grandma," asks the little kid, "why don't you have a TV?' "You can never bee too carful" says Grandma "TVs rot your brain" "But why do you use candles grandma?" inquires the grandson "well, I'm kind of old fashioned I suppose" says Grandma." now sit on my lap and tell me what you're learning in school" says grandma as she lifts her grandson into her lap. "Leave your gamestation over there" she snaps. So the boy puts down his game and reluctantly climbs on grammie's lap. "But.." says the boy after inspecting his grandmothers clothing "Why are you wearing this strechy suit!?" and then grandma tells him the story of when the DVR attacked!!!

Welfare prison mantis mutant humans!

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 10:40:28 GMT

I watched "The Hills Have Eyes 2" last night and it was pretty entertaining. I was glad that it wasn't pure gore but had a sense of humor to it. In the special features it said that Wes Craven and his son wrote the script in a month. The thing that disturbed me about it was Wes Craven's explanation of the film as a metaphor for our current war. He said that we had these young kids in an unfamiliar land fighting what they perceive to be animals but are really intelligent humans that utilize all kinds of basic tools - rocks, axes, etc- to fight back. Except in the film it was a group of flunkey national guard trainees fighting what looked like mutant rednecks in the dessert hills. I'm not sure about that comparison...

So then last night I dreamt that I had just arrived in this new town without any money, but they had housing and shelter for people without homes or food. I went to stay in the shelter but none of the people would talk to me and everyone looked worried. That night the shelter was raided by praying mantis like human mutants that carried someone off into the darkness. The next day I realized that if you sleep for free you have to work. I was placed in a road work crew out doors. It seemed that they mixed us in with the prison population. Anyway, everyone was quiet and worked somberly until we were told to line up. I ran over an got in position and accidentally kicked over a small cushion that marked the position of the guy who was supposed to be at attention next to me. He arrived shortly after me and jumped in position. The Sargent/warden guy yelled asking who it was going to be today and I looked back in horror to see the praying mantis human mutants circling our group inspecting.

They rounded the corner near me and I stared with my mouth hanging open as they tried to decide who they would take and eat! One said, we'll take the one that can't keep his stuff together and looked at the white guy that had arrived late, who's cushion I'd knocked over. I was going to say oh, sorry I knocked his stuff on the ground but I got a good look at them and couldn't say anything. The guy said "Drain me" and resignedly let them drag him off to a nearby cave where they sucked out all of his insides with their long proboscis. I was not going to let insect human mutants drain me without a fight! I walked away from the chain gang determined to make some money so that I wouldn't have to live in the risky welfare housing.

I gotta get back to work but the rest of the dream included finding a large gold and diamond heart in a mine with an ex boyfriend and then selling it for money to support myself so that I wouldn't be exposed to the mutant attacks.

Missing my TomTom

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 12:07:38 GMT

I had a near scare yesterday. I got in my parents new car with the sun roof to go to Yoga class and on my way to the car noticed that the sun roof was open! I hadn't been to the car since the day before.
I saw that the compartment we hide the TomTom GPS in was open and empty. No cord were coming from the charger I opened the middle compartment and saw that my new ipod was there and on the seat, the CDs I have to take to the library were still hidden under some books. But what about the GPS! -and all of these flys and mosquitos !
I went to yoga- the teacher didn't show up- came home did the kung-fu kick boxing workout in the backyard via DVD on my new Macbook! and saw a weird movie "the King". The next day, today, I looked in the beige car, in the middle console, and found.....the TomTom! yay! I thought I was going to have to tell my parents that it was stolen.

Prior to the discovery I couldn't figure out:
a) if due to my negligence I had left the sunroof open-
b) thieves used some new technology to wirelessly open the sun roof from the outside

my clues:

it had rained, but the car interior did not look rained in
there were bugs in the car
things were in the seat - would burglers have just left the other stuff and taken the GPS?

Then in my dream last night After my parents came back- I picked them up from the airport and we returned home, as they were unloading the trunk they found a broken smashed TomTom on the ground that I'd run over after dropping it accedently. So, my dream was telling me that the TomTom was not stolen, it was my negligence. And, that's what I discovered to be true.
Thankfully:
the TomTom is safe
the car interior is not damaged
I almost got 7 hours of sleep!

Getting this new HTC Mogul phone is cutting into my sleep! I was up til 6AM the night before setting it up! I'm not sure I want to keep it- it's nice and all but is it worth the 279?

Bizarro movie- Happy Feet

Thu, 28 Jun 2007 03:50:06 GMT

What in the world?!- the queirdest movie I've seen this year was Happy Feet. Uhh- every character was a caricature - they even had ethnic caricatures, with the "Latino" penguins. So, the shorter penguin species was latino? with the accents and vernacular stereotypes and interest in Mambo? Whah? I guess the repressed American penguins, had to learn to loosen up? And then there was the bizarro mix of music- with Gospel? and Hip-hop? and pop? and stepping? and everything mashed together- with Stevie Wonder and Prince? huh? (some of it was catchy though and scary too!)I know I'm a year behind, but I just finally got around to seeing it- I wonder what the kids that grow up watching these kinds of movies are going to be like... I found a review I agree with:

Happy Feet is the story of a tap-dancing penguin. So far, so adorably cute. But before you rush to the box office, be warned: it's also one of the oddest computer animated tales ever made. At first glance, this looks like your regulation kiddie fare: cuddly animals, big star voices (Elijah Wood, Hugh Jackman, Nicole Kidman and so on). What you actually get is a bewildering combination of anthropomophic perversity and environmental polemic, all scored to cheesy pop hits.

Happy Feet is so very, very weird that it's hard to know where to start. It's as if the filmmakers watched March Of The Penguins and said to each other: "You know what this really needs? Disco." The first surprise is the animation, which renders the penguins borderline photorealistic. Fair enough, but when these extremely lifelike critters start singing modern R&B medleys sprinkled with old school hip-hop, the mind goes into overboggle. Stranger still, they all belong to some repressive religious cult, complete with growling penguin elders and compulsory Pingu-worshipping. They behave like penguins (at one point, Nicole Kidman delicately regurgitates into her offspring's mouth), but they talk like the Amish branch of the Motown Appreciation Society.

"SENDS THE MIND INTO OVERBOGGLE"

Our hero, Mumbles Happyfeet (Wood) is a fabulous dancer but can't sing. Because of this, he's ostracised from his chums and embarks on a quest to discover where all the fish have gone. He's accompanied by a coterie of Mexican mini-penguins (no, really) and a penguin mystic played by Robin Williams (Williams has two roles in Happy Feet, which is two more than he should be allowed). Then without warning, the whole film turns into an environmental cautionary tale of serious bleakness, capped off with a spectacular Busby Berkely song and dance number. It's absolutely bonkers, but undeniably original.

So I looked through the special features and there's this old Merrie Melodies cartoon of an owl family that I guess Happy Feet was based on? The owl father is a German American music teacher that abhors jazz. His first 3 owlets are born with natural classical musical abilities while the third is a natural "Owl Jolson" and irrepressibly sings jazzy melodies despite his fathers scorn. At the end the Owls realize the son's talents and embrace his unique abilities. Happy Feet makes a leap beyond and Mumbles(the Happy Feet protagonist) saves his entire species through his tap dancing- Is this a modern remake of the Jazz Singer? at least he's not in black face- kinda the reverse- Savion Glover digitized and made in Penguin face? I guess Mumbles gets the abilities of a black cultural art form while able to maintain his whiteness? Does this movie send the positive message to kids that you can embrace differing cultural characteristics and it will make you excel in the end? The only thing is- Mumbles invents the tap dancing art form and is born naturally dancing like his Jazzy owl counterpart; in the real world people incorporate art from cultures, reprocess, and profit- the makers of happy Feet included-