Archive for December, 2009

Just another day at work.

December 16, 2009

as a promoter of a newspaper, every morning I interact with many people as one of my requirements. but in my experience i often wonder about how do people perceive someone in my occupation and how does it matter to them. it is humorous to me how understanding those who come into contact with someone as myself. i conduct myself professionally when i do my job. but i laugh at others or find it amusing how they do the same thing that i do. my perception of it is how should i view someone and compare them to myself. i understand that many factors are involved in the way a person may judge me or others in my outfit and learn that sometimes it just doesn’t matter how or why. i promote and do my job and reflect on what would be called constructive criticism.

because the teacher said so…

December 15, 2009

i just posted this because the teacher said so lol :-)P i had alot of fun in english and math class i don’t have anything else to say so over and out.

mary elizabeth davis

December 11, 2009

whenever my grandma heard a thump, a knock in the distant corners of the clapboard house she’d lived in for most of her life, she’d open her eyes wide revealing her cloudy, blue pupils, raise her eyebrows and listen.

she’d been blind since she was 21 but not much got past her.  much to the dismay of my 4 aunts and 2 uncles, she could easily distinguish the varying gaits of her children. nobody, and i mean not nobody, could sneak in after hours. grandma could make out the click-clack of high heels against the kitchen linoleum belonging to my fashion-forward aunt, the long, steady, slow steps of my uncle who’d lost his mind in vietnam, and my own quick, heavy-footed movement through the rooms. she could catch snatches of conversations all the way from the front porch even though she sat rocking at least 50 feet away.  my grandma, mary elizabeth davis, could hear a fly piss on cotton, my uncle, the musician, would remind me when i was mad at my own mother and wanted to call her every name under the sun out of what i thought was grandma’s earshot.

i wonder what my grandma heard on the evening she died. did she hear her children and grandchildren scurrying around her? did she hear auntie on the phone with her doctor, kicking off her heels and sighing heavily as sat on her bed? did grandma hear my recluse-like cousin calling 911, repeating the address loudly but sounding so calm, not frantic like those callers on rescue 911? there i was wanting to feel useful and get her ready to go the hospital and picking out a dress and slip and washing her up because she’d made a mess on herself.

grandma always told me to always wear clean underwear. the reason being should i happen to get in a car accident and need to go to the hospital, at least the doctors and nurses would know i was “wearing clean draws.” “this ain’t no car accident, grandma, but you are most definitely goin’ to the hospital,” i whispered to her. i wrung out washcloth after washcloth and the sound of the water reentering the aluminum basin was steady, metered, comforting to me.

i’m not sure how many of us already knew she was actually dying that night. i certainly didn’t. i just thought she was sick, something else with her heart, her diabetes maybe. i’m sure my aunt, the nurse, the perfect one, knew. the death rattle, they call it; the last sounds you make before you die as spit builds up in your throat cause you can’t swallow anymore. i heard grandma’s death rattle but i just thought she was trying to breathe, not die.

and so the ambulance arrived with its sirens wailing and they carted grandma off sans the dress and slip i’d picked out for her; a white sheet was all there was time for. we piled silently into autos, doors slammed and we followed the sirens to the hospital.  my 15-year-old self couldn’t drive so i rode with my closest cousin. all she said to me was, “you hungry?” and all i said was, “yeah.”

at her funeral, there were songs sung and prayers prayed and lots of flowers that my grandma couldn’t see. she couldn’t see the dress that my cousin bought me just for ‘the special occasion’ or the silly shoes i chose to wear. she didn’t see my pressed hair and earrings and teeny bit of lipstick i was allowed.

when she was alive, every so often my grandma would run her hands across my face, feeling my nose and my mouth, my eyes and ears, touching my budding breasts and hips, trying to get a sense of how i had ‘growed up’. i was always a bit uncomfortable when she did this because her touch felt so intimate, there was so much love in it.

today when i am in love with someone i close my eyes and run my fingers across their face and really, sometimes for the first time, see them. i wish grandma could see me now, all growed up.

–Crystal Artis

The Mitsubishi Corporation.

December 8, 2009

It is certainly Ironic how the Mitsubishi Corporation a manufacturing giant has inundated the American market today. Electronics, cars, trucks have made this company a marvel in marketing, an identifiable corporation not only in the U.S. but the world as well. With all of their products we can certainly here the roar and hum of their products today, like the roar and hum of the propellers of a past product the company manufactured as well. The Mitsubishi Corporation A6M Zero (Fighter Attack Plane, Second Wave) and it’s brethren of 353. The 353 zero’s who on December 7, 1941 killed 2,402 and 1,282 wounded Americans during a devastating sneak attack on The United States Navy’s new naval base on Pearl Harbor (Hawaiian Islands Oahu). With devastating efficiency leaving the U.S. Naval force a burning and decimated husk who only survived due to a third sweep being cancelled at the last minute by the Imperial Japanese Forces. The same forces who dominate our electronics today. I wonder how the living of that wanton attack feel about this.  Always salute your fellow veteran on December 7, th never forget. You can turn your TV’s back on now.

Jeffrey Hunter-

The King.

December 4, 2009

It’s been a year since some say we lost one of the greatest baritones of the 20th century.  His two princes (Walter & Obie) preceded him in passing, yet his Duke still runs deep with the group and us.  To think at the upcoming tenth year mark of the 21st century we will always be without a King. Levi Stubbs, Jr. the water and peace certainly has been stilled.  You and your Tops have been missed indeed.  May you rest in peace.

Jeffrey Hunter-

AITAF

December 4, 2009

AITAF Theater

By Randy Lawrence Watson

Adam Driver’s Arts in the Armed Forces was absolutely funny.  He displays various characters’ hidden inner life.  The performers were great.  The performance depicted several famous playwright skits done by popular actors.  John Patrick Shanley (Moonstruck) did a perfect job with setting the tone for the show.  Eric Bogosian (Law and Order) displayed his seasoned ability.  He captured your imagination of a wild sexual ordeal he encounters with a young woman.  Lauren Ambrose (Six Feet Under) played a fine, saucy woman.  She played an excellent role as a kinky female who thinks up all sorts of weird intentions.  Lil Taylor (High Fedelity) was splendid and exposed the secret depths between a woman’s femininity and fantasies.  Jay O. Sanders (Edge of Darkness) did a standup performance and presented the mixed attitudes of a drug user’s experience.  His contrast and comparison was completely hilarious.  Jesse Perez (voice in Grand Theft Auto) portrayed an interesting character as Batman.  He gives the spectator the impression of a make-believe Batman and he really makes you believe it is true.

The setting is a work of art with jazz playing and/cozy a background stage.  Satire was used in each monologue to keep your attention.  There were no least or most favorite scenes for me.  It was well worth going to see.  One could question paying for this, but on the other hand may not really mind.  The overall performance rating for this show is good.

Donations and School Scholarship Info

December 4, 2009

MaxXximum Strength Suv\Auto club is a non-profit organization. We often pick up donations (beds, kitchen sets, couches, chairs, tv’s)and deliver them to families in need.  We mostly help families that are just coming out of homeless shelters with children.  We currently have a refrigerator available if anyone knows a family that may be in need of one. If not, the club might accept a small donation that will go towards community service for the refrigerator.

Contact info: Vice President Grnlantrn @ 646-702-0688.

Coming in Jan 2010 we will be sponsoring 3 school scholarships for $1000.00.

Contact info for the scholarships is: Vice President Grnlantrn @ 646-702-0688

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December 4, 2009

War

by Randy Lawrence Watson

Edwin Starr could not have sung it any better with the song “War, what is it good for?”  Well for one thing, examining its history here in America the outcome of War has made this country the great country it claims to be.  War has pollinated itself from tribalism to the holy crusades into new developments of our present nation here in modern America.  Our history shows us that problems from the past have brought on problems in the present.

The American nation is a modern nation that has been around for more than five hundred years.  This nation has seen its share of conflicts from its beginning to nowadays.  The American wars were Indian, Mexican, Spanish, French, Britain (American Revolution), Civil, WWI, WWII, Korean, Vietnam, Persian Gulf, Iraq and presently Afghanistan  War.  There were many peacetime eras between these wars.

On a more political note, war has been around for many ages.  The military (Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force, Coast Guard, National Guard, Reserves, and Merchant Marines) has developed into a huge industry of business for its country.  The truth is it serves as an outlet for the welfare of America providing education, jobs, housing and medical benefits.  One would believe that it is a systematic game plan for those who cannot survive in the civilized society; who have no other choice but be forced to enlist and join the armed forces.

Years ago it was voluntary to serve in the military and the service supported those in need of food, clothing and shelter.  The military draft soon became mandatory depending on the conflict that raised concern  for conscientious objection meaning  jail or the military.  Many were privileged while others felt prejudice because of their race, better quoted by Abraham Lincoln, “To care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan.”

As a result of the war Veterans were not treated with equality so this decreased their patriotic act.   Abraham Lincoln was known for freeing of slaves.  However, it did not seem to apply to those of color who returned from the battle.  They did not receive equal care or benefits.   Immigrants have their story also with the spillover of refuges resulting in emigration  because of these conflicts and other factions with clashes relative to the country at war.  These sensitive issues have been one of the causes of undocumented immigrants tying up the immigration system and process.

The other problems are within the military itself, which is one of the most talked about topics of today.  Many of these problems have occurred because of age, class, gender, race and religious discrimination.    It has been difficult for some to readjust to civilian life which causes a conflict of itself.  The Veteran is welcomed home but then again faces challenges to begin to add on to a new life.  Veterans feel rejected especially those who have suffered PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) also those who come from disadvantaged backgrounds and other disparities.

ESPN has depicted stories based on its modern medical technology developments for those who have been combat soldiers injured in War.  They have been given a second chance to continue the good fight.  There have been great engineering prospects such as therapeutic modeling, prosthetic limb technology, and medicine.  It is true that when one breaks a bone it mends much stronger.  When one gift is taken away such as a body part another gift is given, also just as if one gets sick from illness or disease the recovery is a strengthen immunity and a stronger body.  After all, War can be seen as a life battle with ups, downs, struggles, daily complaints, and the hope of winning over its cause not being defeated for the ultimate goal of peace.

The First

December 3, 2009

Isn’t it amazing that the same protocols, scrutiny and security measures for over two centuries used to secure and uphold the safety of a white elected president, have suddenly developed a Titanic like breech in the same safety measures used to protect the nations first elected African-American President?  Queer?  Also now, hearings are necessary hearings?

Jeffrey Hunter-

Our first woman, Latino, Asian, elected to the high office, had best beware of the title of the first.

pride

December 3, 2009

I just felt the need to share this.

Subject: Dee Lee Article

For those of you who heard it, this is the article Dee Lee was reading this morning on a New York radio station. For those of you who didn’t hear it, this is very deep. This is a heavy piece and a Caucasian wrote it.
Dee Lee, CFP
Harvard Financial Educators
Dee Lee

THEY ARE STILL OUR SLAVES
We can continue to reap profits from the Blacks without the effort of physical slavery. Look at the current methods of containment that they use on themselves: IGNORANCE, GREED, and SELFISHNESS.

Their IGNORANCE is the primary weapon of containment. A great man once said, ‘The best way to hide something from Black people is to put it in a book.’ We now live in the Information Age. They have gained the opportunity to read any book on any subject through the efforts of their fight for freedom, yet they refuse to read. There are numerous books readily available at Borders, Barnes &Noble, and Amazon.com, not to mention their own Black Bookstores that provide solid blueprints to reach economic equality (which should have been their fight all along), but few read consistently, if at all.

GREED is another powerful weapon of containment. Blacks, since the abolition of slavery, have had large amounts of money at their disposal. Last year they spent 10 billion dollars during Christmas, out of their 450 billion dollars in total yearly income (2.22%).

Any of us can use them as our target market, for any business venture we care to dream up, no matter how outlandish, they will buy into it. Being primarily a consumer people, they function totally by greed. They continually want more, with little thought for saving or investing.

They would rather buy some new sneaker than invest in starting a business. Some even neglect their children to have the latest Tommy or FUBU, And they still think that having a Mercedes, and a big house gives them ‘Status’ or that they have achieved their Dream.

They are fools! The vast majority of their people are still in poverty because their greed holds them back from collectively making better communities.

With the help of BET, and the rest of their black media that often broadcasts destructive images into their own homes, we will continue to see huge profits like those of Tommy and Nike. (Tommy Hilfiger has even jeered them, saying he doesn’t want their money, and look at how the fools spend more with him than ever before!). They’ll continue to show off to each other while we build solid communities with the profits from our businesses that we market to them.

SELFISHNESS, ingrained in their minds through slavery, is one of the major ways we can continue to contain them. One of their own, Dubois said that there was an innate division in their culture. A ‘Talented Tenth’ he called it. He was correct in his deduction that there are segments of their culture that has achieved some ‘form’ of success.

However, that segment missed the fullness of his work. They didn’t read that the ‘Talented Tenth’ was then responsible to aid The Non-Talented Ninety Percent in achieving a better life. Instead, that segment has created another class, a Buppie class that looks down on their people or aids them in a condescending manner. They will never achieve what we have. Their selfishness does not allow them to be able to work together on any project or endeavor of substance. When they do get together, their selfishness lets their egos get in the way of their goal Their so-called help organizations seem to only want to promote their name without making any real change in their community.

They are content to sit in conferences and conventions in our hotels, and talk about what they will do, while they award plaques to the best speakers, not to the best doers. Is there no end to their selfishness? They steadfastly refuse to see that Together Each Achieves More (TEAM).

They do not understand that they are no better than each other because of what they own, as a matter of fact, most of those Buppies are but one or two pay checks away from poverty. All of which is under the control of our pens in our offices and our rooms.

Yes, we will continue to contain them as long as they refuse to read, continue to buy anything they want, and keep thinking they are ‘helping’ their communities by paying dues to organizations which do little other than hold lavish conventions in our hotels. By the way, don’t worry about any of them reading this letter, remember, ‘THEY DON’T READ!
(Prove them wrong. Please pass this on after reading.)

mel