Wednesday, January 14, 2009
i read a very interesting article today on men's greatest fear being the fear that in the end they will amount to nothing, no matter how much they have achieved. it's very very interesting, i suggest you read it. do people agree that this is man's greatest fear?
Friday, January 9, 2009
I remember it all. Vividly.
I was at East Restaurant Japanese and Asian Fusion (sadly that is the name of the restaurant) in Berkeley Heights. Our reservation was at 7. Two friends and I were going for one last dinner before one of them left for France. I checked my phone every 29 seconds to see if there was an update on the status of our future.
Then It happened. At 7:27. I was trembling to open it. Yeah- that one I'd been checking for every 29 seconds. Inhale. "McCain up 16-3." Shit. I waited for the exhale but it didn't come. I started typing in "Canadian real estate" on my phone. And Canada sucks. I'm Canadian I'm allowed to say that. No, but really. Sarah Palin, the woman who thinks she has credible and decent foreign policies because she can see Russia from her house, was just one of McCain's last heartbeats away from running the country. I could barely bring myself to finish eating the spider rolls that I had been craving for weeks. And for me not to finish food- wow- it never happens. The rest of dinner I was in such a frazzled state of mind that I had forgotten to check my future entirely, let alone every 29 seconds. I have no idea how I drove home in that state of mind and managed to stay in one piece.
I raced up the fourteen stairs from the garage and threw myself at the brown leather couch in my living room. My eyes glued to the television. The last thing on my mind was my homework, though it was the first on my mother's mind. Typical. I agreed to go up between poll closing times so I wouldn't miss anything. Within one hour, the polls skyrocketed. Complete reversal, which is actually rather cliche for an election. But anyway- Obama was up 189 to 86 electoral votes. Sarah Palin probably got her shotgun mounted to the wall and started shooting more moose. She may have even been too upset to eat squirrel.
But at 10 P.M., it was over. Five electoral votes from the traditionally Bush-loving Republican state, Nevada, put Barack Obama to 270 votes exactly. Once again, I found it hard for myself to find the ability to breathe. I closed my eyes and shook my head trying to see if this was actually happening. To see if this country elected an African American man who had been accused of being a "socialist terrorist." But as it turns out, it was reality. It hit me when the words "In America, our destiny is inextricably linked, together our dreams can be one" came from our new President's mouth. America had elected Barack Obama with a majority of 347 electoral votes to 196. I inhaled, but this time I had the ability to exhale.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
i spur the most extremes of actions
to have me is somewhat
whisper. i'm part of your brain.
i'm one fraction of it.
but to use me.
i can activate odd conversations
does who you are define what you do
do your actions define you.
but it's neither.
it's how you do it.
it's how you use me.
I love you world, everything
But who am i? Who are you?
Whoever you are and whoever I
we share commons.
we are equal
equal to everything and every
You could be the idealistic American white picket fence family where the grass is the
Or you could be the convict in the orange jumpsuit with the black serial number printed on your right
but you would still be the world.
And now you ask what is the world?
You am the world, I are the world
World, we are everything.
We are the extra crunchy burnt auburn colored leaf I went out of my way to step on, you are the flame-broiled steak with the A1 steak sauce smothered on me, they are even the light bulb illuminating the pastel green room of the house with the pickets
The world is everything you and I want it
Life is everything we want it to be.
Let it be groovy, and let our body baste in a bath filled of everlasting happiness.
she protests as the wind wraps around her wrinkly waves of clothes
the men in the black structured hats and the black slacks try to hold her back
she goes back to the rally for she and everyone knows
that nobody can hold her back.. no not the things in black
she chains her wrist to the tree and will never go down without a bloodless fight
the evil things could carry her away while she screams 'lets make peace'
she has the enemies saying 'imagine if this girl is right.
we could make nice and the pointless deaths would cease'
now her story and smiling worn face is on every biased conglomerated news station
and she smiles knowing she extinguished the flames of an angry nation
life in simple terms:
no sight to see the color your brothers and sisters skin
no hungry african stomachs
everyone would have
imagine if lenin and lennon unified
under one serene squadron
whose arms had no
but still fought to
even the "monster" behind rusted steel bars with the
permanent label of
..criminal. let me preach my
perception of peace
and sing my song of serenity
to those who just dont understand
nor give a damn
be a rebel to your usual self of ignorance. give it a Chance.