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BLONORS

Here’s a BLast frOm the Not sO receNt paSt: John Q.

 

This film I bring up in light of the current political – economic – healthcare crisis (a.k.a. #Obamacare) which everyone is up in arms about. This is a film I have a hunch that most people will say the following about: his son got the short end of the stick and he took matters into his own hands. Well, regardless of what “they” say, that’s all immaterial.

 

What’s important is the fact that this film proved to me that I am VERY special. Howso?

 

I was the SOLE audience member who burst out laughing within the first 5 minutes when the hot blonde in the Mercedes–listening to the Flower Duet or some other regal operatic or symphonic piece–met face to face with a Mack truck. How was that scene not pure comedy gold? People need to lighten up a bit. All I got that day was scowls… 😦

Bad Girls My @$$

An initial response after my first exposure to the Oxygen TV series “Bad Girls”:

[begin incensed tirade]
I don’t have cable or satellite TV, so I’m cut off from the world a bit. I read global & local news, keep myself generally informed about film & emtertainment, even watch a Funny or Die clip when I’m so inclined. However, last night I attended a small family celebration where I sat through 30 minutes of cable-borne disbelief & revulsion.

Never in my life have I seen anything so disgusting and degrading to women as the show “Bad Girls” (mind you, I’ve not purchased a Girls Gone Wild video either, so perhaps there is something worse? I doubt it could be worse than BG, but I’m not buying that to confirm). Yes, last night my little brother put it on TV to enlighten my ignorance on the ways of the world, and OMG–I don’t know how the FCC permits it.

These female humans–for neither the cast NOR the catty hosts qualify as ‘women’ insofar as they are shown on film for this “show”–embody NONE of the solemn dignity of womanhood, the proud strength of feminism, the enduring grace of black & minority Americana, and just in general show no basic human decency.

This show, my friends, is an affront to everything our predecessors–male female, black white brown yellow, native born or FOB–have fought for. This “show” is a disgrace to America, to women & men, to blacks and whites, to anyone with a working brain & moral compass. It is vile, putrid filth and it will corrupt the minds of children and/or young people who watch it. And this isn’t coming from the Christian Coalition–this is just an average American who dipped her toe into the stream of cable programming for a fraction of a day.

Therefore, I urge everyone alive and breathing, not to watch this debacle of a show, and insofar as possible to urge those you care for also not to watch it. In fact, even it it’s someone you don’t care for–if it’s someone you HATE to the bone–even then, pressure them against watching it, because it isn’t even something your worst enemy should be subject to.

Whew. Ok, I’m done.
[/tirade]

Lincoln

We all owe it to ourselves, to our predecessors, our history, to partake in this film.

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Chrysalis

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”

– John Keates

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Water, Water, Everywhere…

title=”Water, Water, Everywhere…”>Water, Water, Everywhere…

Desalination is the wave of the future

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Some need no introductions…

But I am not one of them. I am me, and as you will see, that means I am a person of such diverse interests and opinings that it should come as a shock that I DO require introduction. Could one as awesome as she truly have no name in society’s circles of promising young things? you will ask yourself. And you’d be right.

But enough about me. How about this crazy world we live in? Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! And by lions I mean hurricanes, by tigers I mean tornadoes, and by bears I mean earthquakes. Easy correlation I don’t know how you could miss it. The east coast, specifically the tristate area, has seen all three in one year. Quite unprecedented in recent memory, though we all know that now at days these things are better tracked and transmitted thru social media forums, leaving it quite possible that the terrible trio in fact has occurred over the course of 12 months at some point prior to Facebuck (yes, I know).

That’s not to say that this blog is crazy-religio-Revelationist in its focus and scope. No, I much prefer the safety and sanctity of artificial reality to this tragicomedy called American Life. So my focus is at times going to contrast the intangible beauty of an intellectually fecund film, with the terrors of real-life backseat murderers, closeted misanthropes masquerading as men of the cloth, and even with your everyday, run of the mill, mega-consumerist housewives.

So it’ll be a fun ride! Buckle up!

Man-Boy Communal Life

That title scares me, too–don’t worry, you’re not alone! But it’s not about anything even remotely related to what I have ambiguously titled for trolling effect. No friends, I am in no way suggesting any endorsement of the bane of my existence (paedophilia), but rather, bringing a much needed clarion call to the occurrence of communal living amongst the quickly ageing Gen-Xers as brought to the fore in this article on the NY Times, A Confederacy of Bachelors. Or whatever other generation is now entering its late thirties early forties. (Who are we, anyway? Deep question, eh?)

Never having gone to boarding school or long-term summer camp, I always wanted to live in a commune or some other sort of friend-house-dorm place. In a way I guess I’m kinda like one of the Confederate Bachelor guys, just… not a guy. Much to my chagrin, I don’t know any other women who are even considering this sort of lifestyle as a possibility, which could be because we women as a species have a kind of foresight regarding how the lifestyle could possibly not end well. Or it’s because we’re baby-crazy breeders who need their own individual nests! No nest sharing! (Just kidding. We can share nests. (No, actually, we can’t. This is MY nest. Go get your own.))

So the article made me wonder how many others are interested in this sort of lifestyle while being romantically involved with someone on a long-term basis. Luckily enough, I’ve collected a few emailed links regarding this phenomenon, emails which I’ve sent to my hubby on days that he doesn’t put ANYTHING away–dirty socks, half-eaten food, a gallon of milk, dirty dishes, whatever–to kind of hint that maybe, just maybe, we’d be better off loving each other while living in separate spaces.

While no one talks about being ok living with other people simultaneous to being married (unless Peace Corps and Teach for America counts), they do talk about “married living separately” “commuter marriages” and ‘loving and living alone‘. Would that I could finally drill this point home! But alas, I’m bound to a traditionalist from Eastern Europe; I don’t think it’ll be that easy to get my way with this one.

No matter what you call it, I think that it’ll catch on with the mainstream eventually. At least I hope it will. It’s my heart’s aim!

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Economic Event Horizon

The event horizon, as we all know from our hard copies of Stephen Hawkins’ Brief History of Time, is the point of no return along the perimeter of a black hole. “Abandon all hope,” ye who have travelled light years to this point… or not. After all, black holes could be wormholes, and take you to some totally cool parallel universe or another awesome far-off part of this universe. And then again you could be ripped apart on a molecular level and recondensed into a minuscule part of the black hole.

Whichever the case, the event horizon I’m thinking of today isn’t the type that astrophysicists and physicist theorists are muddling over, but a socioeconomic one. I know. No such thing. Regardless of the nay-saying from the disbelievers in quarks, I’m thinking to myself: When we get this close to the brink of economic collapse, when everything seems like it’s about to implode, to fall down on itself, what is it that we will find on the other side of the event horizon?

I’m wondering: what will happen if all jobs suddenly go kaput? What will we civilized people do if we don’t have to go act as the peons we have for the last 10, 20, 30 years? In other words, what would we do if we didn’t have to work? What if we didn’t have work?

Well, for starters, there are several hundreds of thousands who don’t have work, so don’t get ahead of yourself–some will say. Fully aware, my friends. Fully aware. Some of them are making ends meet (or not) through government benefit programs like unemployment or welfare, and some of them have exhausted those benefits, leaving them in so precarious a position it frightens me to even think about their plight. But I’m not really going there with this thought exercise. This is a hypothetical adventure.

As for said hypothetical exercise I was taking us through: I posit that we’d probably still need to work at sustaining ourselves overall. We’d still need our basic resources: food and shelter. But if all of these essential jobs that are sustenance-related were taken, if the rest of the consumer-employees were left to our own devices, what would we do? A part of me thinks that we would be left with no choice but to [d]evolve into communism, and if I only had to sweep the park or clean up after old people for 8 hours, with no future concerns for my own welfare or job prospects, I then wonder: what would I do in my “down” time?

I think that I for one would learn an instrument. Perhaps a fiddle. I’d go to a parking lot, and play my night away. If we had abbreviated schedules, even more time for creative endeavors. Of course, it gets sticky when we wonder who’s making the instruments, harvesting the wood for them, and who’s concocting the paint supplies, am I right? Don’t we really just start all over again?

I don’t know about what’d happen on the economy side of things–whether we capitalistically start over from scratch, shift into socialist-communism, or just implode and go for all-out anarchy. That’s not my forte. But I think it’s a good question as a vocational exercise:

What would you do if you didn’t have to work?

See this video for more on a marginally related topic.

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"Come On, People"

– lifted from Bill Cosby’s book of the same name –

A quick visit to Youtube (August 2012) will show some unpleasant and both surprising and unsurprising statistics. When searching the personal video upload site, the search term “black fight” will render you 229,000 assorted videos, whereas its corollary “white fight” will garner you a proportionally inappropriate 137,000 (surely we all understand why I say “proportionally inappropriate”, but if you don’t, please feel free to message me and I may digress).

I was compelled to look this up after noticing an oddly tipped number of such should-be embarrassing videos on The Smoking Gun some time ago, but am just recently getting around to doing the footwork on Youtube searches (where number counts have changed drastically from 2011 to 2012 by the way). Unfortunately, despite the time lapse between last year and this, little has hindered us colored folk in the perpetuation of such inappropriate and degrading stereotypes, but little has hindered others for reveling and cajoling around the mire we are being sucked down in.

A few more examples from Youtube to demonstrate America’s “black” fixation:

  • black people fight: 81,500
  • white people fight: 52,500
  • nigger fight: 49,500
  • trailer trash fight: 34,600

Related search terms also of interest:

  • nigga fight: 47,700
  • redneck fight: 4,230

The MOST interesting search find:

  • Black people: 9,500,000
  • White people: 884,000

That last number shows that we’re high on the list as ‘persons of interest’–the only problem I have is the reason behind why we’re so high up on the list. I don’t think it’s a good one. And mind you, I originally searched this info out BEFORE Trayvon Martin and the numbers were even more astutely skewed, so I find this continued trend concerning.

More to come on the next Race post where I contrast Earl Ofari Hutchinson’s “Come On, People” position and the commentaries on several Smoking Gun entries (and my god are the comments people post terrible).

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BlogHer12 Conference WIN!

So happy to have been pressured enough to have attended the BlogHer 2012 conference. I learned so much and feel like I GREW so much as a person and a writer–I find it rather ironic I’ve been on here [Blogger] since 2008 and have literally had no idea what I was doing this entire time. Thank you, BlogHer, for nudging my internal compass–sometimes it gets stuck pointing SXSW for some sticky reason. Glad to have that badboy working again!