Thursday, June 7, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Johnny Hobo & the Freight Trains
WHAT: Johnny Hobo & the Freight Trains....Mark Leonard....Brook Pridemore...Michael Jordan Touchdown Pass
WHEN: Saturday Jan. 27th @ 9:30pm
WHERE: Charter Oak Cultural Center
21 Charter Oak Ave.
Hartford, CT. 06106
COST: $5 / or $4 w/can of food for Food Not Bombs (no one turned away for lack of funds)
RockYerSocks Booking
rockyersocks@gmail.com
WHEN: Saturday Jan. 27th @ 9:30pm
WHERE: Charter Oak Cultural Center
21 Charter Oak Ave.
Hartford, CT. 06106
COST: $5 / or $4 w/can of food for Food Not Bombs (no one turned away for lack of funds)
RockYerSocks Booking
rockyersocks@gmail.com
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Friday, December 29, 2006
Saddam Hussein: American Scapegoat
Saddam, honestly buddy you're the end of a long line of dictators who lived in a dickish opulance. For those who don't know he's being hung tonight. And you did a better job running Iraq than we did. While he may have killed alot of his own people, we did our part in doing the same. So let us take a moment to remember this guy. All the good times where he helped us and the other times where he didn't. So let us all remember this douche of douches, and raise a glass to how he did a better job holding Iraq together than we can ever dream of doing on our own. (Go ahead and prove me wrong America!)
Salud.
Salud.
Monday, December 25, 2006
dying in this dead city
the academy and the gallery. both places reside my two jobs. one is where i've been a teacher for four years and the other is my future career, a hairstylist. both of these occupations involve social activity and i'm good at it. that is, i should be.
then how come i can't socialize with my own peers? the older i get, the more anxious i get when i go out, even when i know everyone. in the past i had scoffed at my friend when he was faced with anxiety, i know, me=hypocrite. but it was pretty bad tonite. bad enough that i couldn't even leave my seat to go home because i didn't want to walk through the crowd. i even went so far as to hide under my humongous scarf, which perhaps attracted more attention than i had desire for.
the fact that i'd rather sit at home staring at my burnt sienna wall, than to hang out where there are large groups of people, is really absurd. And! i knew most everyone there, like them, and could talk to them........ that is, if it were one on one. ABSURD! absolutely!. it doesn't make any sense. i've even been to parties where most of the same people were there and felt little or no anxiety. i go to movies by myself, eat at restaurants by myself, i tell ya, little or no anxiety. strange, right? i can't figure it out.
the funniest part about all this?--that i love to travel by myself and if you stick me in a setting where i know no one, i am fine and at ease.
do i need to leave this dead city? is that what my heart is telling me? is it because i'm tired?
27 years. is a long time to be here in this dead city.
but really, i love so many parts of this dying city.
footloose is on as i'm writing this and it makes me feel better.
then how come i can't socialize with my own peers? the older i get, the more anxious i get when i go out, even when i know everyone. in the past i had scoffed at my friend when he was faced with anxiety, i know, me=hypocrite. but it was pretty bad tonite. bad enough that i couldn't even leave my seat to go home because i didn't want to walk through the crowd. i even went so far as to hide under my humongous scarf, which perhaps attracted more attention than i had desire for.
the fact that i'd rather sit at home staring at my burnt sienna wall, than to hang out where there are large groups of people, is really absurd. And! i knew most everyone there, like them, and could talk to them........ that is, if it were one on one. ABSURD! absolutely!. it doesn't make any sense. i've even been to parties where most of the same people were there and felt little or no anxiety. i go to movies by myself, eat at restaurants by myself, i tell ya, little or no anxiety. strange, right? i can't figure it out.
the funniest part about all this?--that i love to travel by myself and if you stick me in a setting where i know no one, i am fine and at ease.
do i need to leave this dead city? is that what my heart is telling me? is it because i'm tired?
27 years. is a long time to be here in this dead city.
but really, i love so many parts of this dying city.
footloose is on as i'm writing this and it makes me feel better.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
why we hate cops......and don't need them
So I was thinking on what I wanted my first post to be about, it didn't take me too long. I fucking hate cops!! Moreover, I hate what they represent; the only thing they "protect and serve" are the rich and powerful and their property. They don't give a shit about you or me (unless you have a lot of money, if so , can I borrow some?) . And if you happen to have a skin tone darker than a shade of pink you're really fucked! The cops are no better than the supposed criminals they are trying to protect us from. I think most folks have some stories about their encounters with the police , and I bet that most of those stories have various 4-letter words thrown about in their description of said encounters. Now I don't consider myself to be a very violent person but, I have never met a cop that I didn't want to punch square in the throat. This isn't necessarily new ground that I hope we are going to cover, I just think it would be interesting to gather various stories about people's brushes with those lovely protectors of state. So post/comment your best cop stories . From there I'd like to start talking about how we talk to the cops when we meet one of those little piggies on the street or when in their custody. Finally I'd like to talk about ways in which we can lessen (better yet eliminate) police involvement in our lives .
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
sleepy spudgy
this is the cutest thing ever, if you don't think so, well you are not even human. It's a dog trying to stay awake when he's really tired.
age of descent....
i'm not sure how many of you are aware of this, but we are regressing back to a time where existed the worst of racism. my students, predominately black and puerto rican, talk about how they hate the whites integrating into their school system. their argument (which by the way is the same as mine, but from a different standpoint) is that "what does education have to do with race?" therefore, they want to segregate the schools so, that they can be comfortable with their peers. and yet, they do not think that they are close minded and racist for thinking the way they do. according to my students, white people are snotty and give them attitudes. My response to all of this, was my telling them about Martin Luthor King, Malcom X, Rosa Parks, Brown vs. Board of Ed., etc., who fought so hard in the rights of people of all colors. I've also asked the students if they are being a little sensitive to the issue. I've also tried relating my being a minority as well, never feeling that i belonged and i was sensitive to issues concerning my ethnicity. But, nothing can change their minds about this issue.
the thing is that my students get it from their parents. they get it from television. television and the media plays a huge role in the way kids now a days think. with such shows as survivor and tv channels such a BET, segregating the races. if there were a WET, what would people think?
the thing is that my students get it from their parents. they get it from television. television and the media plays a huge role in the way kids now a days think. with such shows as survivor and tv channels such a BET, segregating the races. if there were a WET, what would people think?
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