Onion Tears, by Naomi Kidd. It’s a charming little book about a Vietnamese war refugee in Australia that I’ve been reading with some students. This line got stuck in my head as I biked to the first picnic club.
I was doing my duty and finally watching the Beyonce video for “Run the World (Girls)” and was like, this song, what is it? Oh yes, it’s this. I know nothing about this artist because I downloaded it from Said the Gramophone long ago, but yeah, I think the original is better than the Beyonce version. But can they dance like her? DOUBT IT.
You taste kind of like the recycled cardboard you’re packaged in.
OH HI GUYS REMEMBER THIS? I revived my temporary blog in an attempt to revive my actual blog which, I just noticed, has been fairly lame lately. Sorry! I can’t promise anything good just yet, but in place of that, a disorganized list of thoughts and things I would like to accomplish in the near future.
Make or buy a quilt
Make a gazillion dresses and tank tops because I tell you, this not buying any new clothes right when everyone is selling new skirts is going to KILL me
Hearing Chris Brown and Rihanna on the radio in succession - did you plan that, KDWB?
Am I a bad feminist for liking the Chris Brown song?
I went to bed annoyed last night. I had to wait over an hour to see a speech about news I had already heard, and it ended with this:
But tonight, we are once again reminded that America can do whatever we set our mind to. That is the story of our history, whether it’s the pursuit of prosperity for our people, or the struggle for equality for all our citizens; our commitment to stand up for our values abroad, and our sacrifices to make the world a safer place.
I remarked to a friend, “This is bullshit.” And although I only read a few comments that made me mad (choose and hide your facebook friends wisely, I say), I knew that to say anything contrary would be seen as anti-American, unappreciative, callous. So I kept my thoughts (mostly) to myself and went to bed.
People who don’t like america suck. If you don’t like it here just leave. Why not go off to some commi-loving-whimpy nation that would get its ass kicked by America. Maybe you could take a nice trip to France and never come back. Just as long as you aren’t here polluting our melting pot we’re happy.
Oh yeah, Canada sucks too.
I went to bed after hearing about crowds in various places and felt…what? What is the word for that feeling… something happened that is good, I guess, though it doesn’t end any wars and it just feels weird to cheer on someone’s death, no matter how horrible they are?
By the end of Obama’s first term, we’ll probably top 6,000 dead U.S. troops in those two wars, along with hundreds of thousands of Iraqis and Afghans. The cost for both wars is also now well over $1 trillion.
To love where you’re from, from where you don’t intend to leave (despite the copy of Getting Out sitting on your shelf (it was just a phase, really)): to love this place while seeing so many things that are just not right, and some that are flat out wrong, while trying to support the people who are doing their jobs, while continually being frustrated by your president’s speeches that are supposed to inspire and make us proud? Well, it’s not always easy.
The president says we can do anything we want because we can kill. We could not stop poverty rates from spiraling upward to a record-setting 14.3 percent of Americans in 2009, but we can kill so we are exceptional. One in four black and Latino families live below the poverty line now, and as a result America’s child poverty rate—one in five kids—is the second worst among rich nations, behind Mexico. But we can kill, so we are great.
If I had a strained relationship with my parents I might say that it’s like learning to love someone despite all their flaws, because they’re connected to you in ways that can’t be undone, and though you may try very hard to change them, at some point you realize that’s just how they are. But yeah, I’m pretty cool with the ‘rents. But I guess it’s like that anyway?