Tomorrow, in protest of a bill that will go before the senate greatly limiting the freedoms enjoyed over the internet, WordPress.org, Wiki-pedia, Mozilla, and countless other e-staples of the web will go ‘BLACK’. This will affect the global online community even though it is just a bill proposed in the US.
This is a chance to rediscover adventure bound not by 1′s and 0′s, even if just for a day.
After showing your support – if you are an American citizen you can visit americancensorship.org to do so – go outside. Don’t use the weather as an excuse. I’m assuming if you can afford a computer and internet access, you might also have enough clothes to dress for the weather.
Some posts below, I spazzed in rhyme form to vent my feelings at having my heart broken. I said some out of character, inappropriate, and down right prickish and inaccurate things. For that, and more, I am truly sorry. This apology was inspired by a closer listening and accidental revisiting of Elzhi’s Euro Pass Album; the track of ‘The Transitional Joint’ in particular.
After a ‘public’ diss, which was a mistake in the first place, I should issued a ‘public’ apology. After criticizing my father for simply explaining his misguided actions and not actually apologizing, claiming that it takes a real man to admit wrong doing and apologize, I felt like a hypocrite for not heeding my own words. So here it is…
It’s been too long, since I
wrote that song
popped some thongs, so I
guess I’ve moved on
wrong,
there’s still one thing left to say
I
am
sorr
ay
“yeah that’s right! you’re a sorry sack of sh!t” – you’ll probably think
to which I would reply in recital of Elzhi’s lyrics…bolded lyrics are especially poignant
“Hey, hey I like her
Isn’t that how it starts?
She feel the same y’all came together but you’re now apart since it went sour tart
you got a coward heart
You’re never giving up, thinking all the while it’s smart It made you ice cold ’cause you gambled and your dice rolled snake eyes that make guys play, when they twice old and you thought that you would never trust again
thinking they’re good just for lust and sin and not for busting in
And like the other players where they take us to their lair
then you lay her, there’s not a special person in your prayers Going through women, some thick, a few slim and busting out their shirts, others out their blue denim and there’s a lot of fish in the sea, where you swimming that you could fetch but wouldn’t think they were a good catch
Till one day that fly one comes along
you think of her off an R&B cut, then hum the song
and get the feeling feeling numb is wrong when she’s away, you miss her like when the summer’s gone
The place where this coming from is strong
and you trying to fight it. Delighted, when she come around hot and you’re excited they say you can feel real when you first sight it Also known as the gift and the curse silent
Get bit by the bug, coping, show a few the symptoms
you fall in love but just before you fell, you were tripping
meaning you were slipping then you got opened
and told her everything, through your body language, it was not spoken
You out with her it’s like you never call your hoes
give her the tallest rose, y’all hit the mall for shows You stop going to bars
where a baller goes to pop bottles with top models and take off all her clothes
You’re still in denial, but you’re building a smile
when she say she, feeling your style
[Hook]
‘Cause baby girl you got that glow very, very far from a hood rat and not that hoe
I’m saying you could spot that yo
make you wanna plot at getting her she’s hot that show
(Repeat)
‘Cause baby girl got that, got that, got that…..
I will forever regret how I handled that situation. But I won’t dwell on it any longer. Cuz that’s life ain’t it?
Tell’em Frank…remember when I used to sing Frankie to you Green Girl?…those memories are indelible shorty
The above trailer is set to the music of my 2nd favorite band of all time (The Strokes) and their song I’ll Try Anything Once. Lyrics below.
I can see me in your eyes….
The song, and the movie remind me of the quiet, actually brief but seemingly epic moments in life when you truly appreciate what you have had, what you do have, and what you will get.
If you’ve ever tried and failed at being a Stephen Dorf fan, try again with Sophia Coppola’s Somewhere; a tale about a man trying to find himself while his daughter floats adrift in a broken home and dysfunctional family between parental units. A reminder that we don’t choose our parents or our kids, but that we can choose love and life over death and dismay.
Peace to the Godz and Earths.
Ten decisions shape your life,
you’ll be aware of 5 about,
7 ways to go through school,
either you’re noticed or left out,
7 ways to get ahead,
7 reasons to drop out,
when i said ‘ I can see me in your eyes’,
you said ‘I can see you in my bed’,
that’s not just friendship that’s romance too,
you like music we can dance to,
Sit me down,
Shut me up,
i’ll calm down,
and i’ll get along with you,
There is a time when we all fail,
some people take it pretty well,
some take it all out on themselves,
some they just take it out on friends,
oh everybody plays the game,
and if you don’t you’re called insane,
Don’t don’t don’t don’t it’s not safe no more,
i’ve got to see you one more time,
soon you were born,
in 1984,
Sit me down,
shut me up,
i’ll calm down,
and i’ll get along with you,
Everybody was well dressed,
and everybody was a mess,
6 things without fail you must do,
so that your woman loves just you,
oh all the girls played mental games,
and all the guys were dressed the same,
Why not try it all,
if you only remember it once,
oooh ooooooh,
Sit me down,
shut me up,
i’ll calm down,
and i’ll get along with you,
(okay one more time)
TIES ON TIES ON TIES ON TIES ON TIES
“…in the past if you picture events, like a black tie,
what’s last thing you expect to see? black guys…”
thanks for angry-rant inducing text this morn matty, i luv ya
My brother woke me up with this b.s. this morning. For a little context, he had just told me two days ago that he couldn’t live with me because I was “too dirty for his taste”. Alleging instances where I supposedly leave used dishes with caked-on food lying around my room. And…I am working at home and I’m a light sleeper.
Matthew – Donde es el Tabasco sauce???
Tyrone – Bottle dropped and broke
Matt – Wtf
Ty – j/k
M – So it’s beside your bed?
Under your pillow?
T – Don’t you have work to do?
I left it in the basement, warden
M – I wanted to put some [Tabasco] on my fucking lunch and eggs this
morning but it was no where to be found!
T – Oh, that’s a shame
M – You don’t even think of these things… It’s just the way you are which is
one of the reasons I say I can’t live with your ass
T – Yeah, I’m a bad person
M- Case in point.
T – The way I am … is … If you asked me to procure the Tabasco sauce for you this morning when you opened my bedroom door, I would have. If you ask me to clean something, I’d do it. Anything, I’d do it. I’m glad you’re communicating now, about having measured, weighed me, and found my character wanting or least not up to par with your lofty standards. Open your mouth and say what needs to be said next time, instead of walking away with a tasteless sandwich and a biting your tongue and stomping like a little bitch!
M – I didn’t want to wake you this morning. Had another quick look around for it in the kitchen before I left instead
T – Then I’m sorry, I apologize for your pussy-footing around my door aujourd’hui. I have all day to sleep. If you are so sure that I am this prickish unsanitary fellow that you have conjured up, Horatio, then treat me as such in the moment, wake me up, speak, [so as] to spare me a repeat of this drab bland-sandwich-discourse. I hope you deal with whatever’s really bothering you and come out on top. Enjoy the rest of your day.
M – Lol. I’m fine man. Lol. It wasn’t that big a deal. It was your reaction that was annoying to me
….i did not respond any further.
What do you think of that? Yeah, I was being rude when he first asked, with 3 question marks, but his text woke me up! I was cranky! fuck!
Stay Classy Internet,
although as you can clearly see from above, it ain’t always so easy, work your way with words and a heart that’s true, down the mountain of conflict, to the calm sea bed of compromise,
As an English Teacher travelling to far off foreign lands, it is only a matter of time before your ignorance is exposed. In Egypt, I learned that it is not always so simple and easy for someone to just want peace. A student of mine asked me plainly: “What would you do if they came into your homes and killed your people?”
“Miral is the name of a flower. It grows on the side of the road. You’ve probably seen millions of them.”
I came across the movie as I usually do new movies, on some random movie blog. I looked it up on rottentomatoes.com as saw some very small minded people giving the film very small minded reviews. Asking why Miral only looks at the issue in Palestine/Israel from the Arab point of view.
On HBO’s original series (and one of the few news related shows on TV/satellite which is honest) Real Time With Bill Maher’s guest last Friday was the director of The Diving Bell and The Butterfly, Basquiat, and Miral itself. He answered his critics like a real honest-to-the-source-material art-house director would “We already know our side,” said the Jewish-American director, speaking on behalf of the general Western sheltered culture. I couldn’t agree more, we understand so little of the personal experience of an entire race of people. We need not look outside of even our own races to find open gaps in our knowledge of life in areas less ‘civilized’ than ours. Let alone try to assume things based on books, movies, and let’s face, stereotype.
Miral takes a look at the female experience in a war torn region of the Islamic world that may never be able to find a peaceful resolution. On a deeper level, it looks at a person’s primal desire, when backed against the wall, to “take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.” The arousal to fight manifests whether or not the person believes he or she can triumph over whatever adversary they are facing. This is the pride that resides in the hearts of all men and women. It is the strength of the human spirit. Its will to fight for what is ‘right’ no matter the cost that – the Arab people I’ve met believe – will only result in a Palestinian victory.
Peep the trailer:
“No future for them, without one for us.”
I don’t condone violence, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand it under some circumstances. It is an inescapable part of our natures, of our histories. …inescapable? Surely the history is a large and complicated issue, but I think the healing should start with women being treated accordingly; as our most valuable assets.
