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the weak-end

February 7, 2009 2 comments

Man, what did I do today? A Saturday given as a gift is hard to pay back when all I’ve done with it is watch tv. Sounds like a lazy thing to do huh! Well lets analyze this for while..

It rained last night so the screen was all fizzy this morning. I opted for DVDs. Its still t.v. so you can’t say I didn’t watch tv.

Tossed in Amandla! The South African documentary about music and its impact, meaning and spiritual sustenance for the South African’s under the yoke of aparthied. The weight of knowing that their song walked with them to the gallows, after their song run with their children to the bullets of riot police and their song comforted their women giving birth in solitary confinement. The music that became violent, yet did not leave the base of their togues, the sounds that caught fire yet couldn’t lite the cigarette that calmed their nerves in the dead of night. A beat that was carried around unlike a weight, it hid in the cave of their mouths, a soul sound that fregmented light skined bones and solidified dark ones. A sound that freed a man and a nation while destroying an already failed people in a foreign land they think they owned. Music..

I was only watching tv..

After that one, I flipped in HBO’s biography! The channels on tv were still mush to say the least. Watched the bio of a dude get from nowwhere to everywhere with a sound curved out as a speech or two. Then see another people, this time with both shades of skin, make the descision to make history curve itself a new. What a person..people..combination of both! What a person to draw that out of them. I had no illusions Obama would rock, to be honest, I think everyone of us does. I just didn’t think he would get the rest of the states to rock simultameously. Yeah they are now loosing jobs and getting to live the rest of the worlds reality. But I think they are in safer of hands..God, and their own descision. Barack better live up to his name..

so,I said I was watching tv.

Slipped in Spike Lee’s Malcom X..now need I go on..

I like my tv.. should give her a name..wendeline! She talks a lot, I guess not naming here after people I know would be the least I can do for my friends.

So back to my weak-end, a -not convinced I am IT- self image. Sooner or later I’ll get to the facts and learn the world is waiting for me to change it.

You have your self a great weak-end to..of course, what are you doing with it?

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interesting half-day..

February 7, 2009 Leave a comment

Define an interesting half-day. Didn’t know what happened most of it. I should clarify. No, nothing ending with the word ‘toxin’ was involved. No powdery or leafy substance was in my possession. Moving at great speeds then suddenly stopping was not an option either and no..i did not see dead people! Though there was this girl..hmm. So I did this thing..talk to a lady. Yeah, that was really it. You musn’t be curious. We discussed the recession, professional inconsistencies and a 30% increase in the necessity of education among the recess-ed! Nope, not one to get jitters when talking to girls..or boys. Just not a fan of staring my future in the face wondering if I am ready for it yet.

Defining an interesting half-day. This is how you know something is important; you think about it..and agree with yourself it is important. This is how you know it scares you half blue, you get insomnia and a vitamin C defeciency. I carried all my papers in a file. All the originals so i was careful not to drop them in  puddle of mud. I was there 24 minutes early. Asking the receptionist whether she had seen her, I caught myself staring at what should have been a name tag on her chest. Sad..it wasn’t there. I got the -what are you looking at- stare. I asked if she knew where she was. “Breakfast, you can sit there and wait if you want.” she knew who I was talking about. She knew why, she smiled and sympathized. Am the obeying kind. I sat.

Defined interesting half day. The Doctor was impressed. Young, focused and well written were the essays. But wrong course young man. Not old and experienced enough. “I will move your application to the other progam. Suits your needs more, is among your peers..and is two years long..a year longer than this one.” “cool”..and that is really the best i could come up with. I’d shoot myself, but I come with no spares. ” The 400 more applicants make it a tad more difficult. People go to school when there is a financial problem. But I will send a recommendation too because I have seen you.” OK! I have her card, and the calm of being normal has returned. Coolest 30 minutes of my life. Walked through the park, picked a bus and got home by 1130hrs.

The rest of the day. Slept. Its back to work tomorrow, but not business as usual. I still might get it.

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