Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
R.I.P part 2
So to show I am not a heartless bitch: Heath Ledger in memoriam:
And some others who we should be thinking of as well:
My heart goes out to all of these families. Its a terrible thing to lose a loved one.
R.I.P
1 [famous]
685 Kenyans have been murdered and 255,000 driven from their homes
Over 26,000 children across the world died today, mostly from preventable diseases.
300,000 have died in Darfur.
9.7 million children, under the age of 5, die per year; again, mostly from preventable causes.
Cry over that.
Save Darfur
UNICEF
International Rescue Committee
Monday, January 21, 2008
Make my dreams come true
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
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I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
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I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
. . .
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
MLK Day - a rant
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I'm just sayin'
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Cheers to honesty
You all know I am a big fan of being honest, well bluntly honest, which can get me into trouble at times. So the other night I was out at the Starlight Room, really an experience and everyone should go once. So this old guy (okay 37) offers to buy me a drink. Now I am not in the least bit interested in him, but the drinks there were so expensive. So I told him, "I'll let you buy me a drink, but this isn't going to go anywhere. We can hang out while I drink it." Some people thought that was rude. I thought it was being honest. So we hang out, I finish the drink and bid him adieu, actually I hide in the bathroom for a bit because he becomes creepy. At the end of the evening, when the place closed, I got into an elevator that he happened to be on. Ugh. He asks if he can get my number. I tell him no. And he says "well then, can we fuck?"
Cheers to honesty.