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Both droll and inspired

Hit up the Sounds Like Brooklyn music fest to see Clap Your Hands Say Yeah at the BAM Opera Hall. And, it was pretty rad. All the chill but spirited and upbeat head bobbing, the use of four guitars and and a myraid of other instruments made for a rad evening. Valentine’s Day eve…

We will overcome H8

We will.

Let there be a repeal.

Let us look toward the future - NYC, let's legalize

Let the dialouge continue, grow stronger, change the minds of the close-minded

Let our country embrace love, in all its outlets, expressions and forms

Let us not discriminate. Let us not hate.

Again, this isn't just about California...
Arizona, Florida, Arkansas - ignorance nationwide,worldwide - we're looking at you too.

A couple of things left unsaid…

Well, first, let’s start with the beautiful… all the things that are being said (and should be said) -

“Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk. Martin Luther King walked so Obama could run. Obama’s running so we can all fly,” – Jay-Z
1955-1963-2008…
That our children might fly. That we all can fly…

“Tough days lie ahead. But it’s a moment to dream. Americans have earned that right, along with the renewed respect of the world.” – “Perfecting the Union, Nov. 5, 2008, New York Times, Roger Cohen

“Americans never quit. We never surrender. We never hide from history. We make history.” John McCain, Nov. 4, 2008

We elected, as our 44th President a black man with the middle name of ‘Hussein’.

“The most conspicuous clichés to fall, of course, were the twin suppositions that a decisive number of white Americans wouldn’t vote for a black presidential candidate — and that they were lying to pollsters about their rampant racism.” – Frank Rich, “It Still Felt Good the Morning After,” New York Times, Nov. 9, 2008

“There are two skinny guys from Illinois who made a difference. Abe Lincoln and Barak Obama.” – Charles Ogletree, Harvard Law School, Indecision 2008, Nov. 4, 2008

There is such beauty in this election, so much to be proud of – but, I fear there are things I’ve left unsaid – so now I give volume to them:
Giving birth to a baby with a disability is not, and should never be, proof of one’s pure commitment to a Pro-Life stance. My commitment to pro-choice stands unwavered, and let me be clear, aborting disabled children is not a segment of a pro-choice commitment. They are not one and the same, and it is irresponsible and quite svengali to suggest otherwise.

And, if we’re in a morality powerplay, might we discuss the morality (or complete lack) of leveraging your newborn baby for your own machavelian political gain? Political capital is complex and ever shifting. The lines of right and wrong blur in a quest to rule – but, this to me was, in a word, despicable…

And, on to the devastating passing of Proposition 8 in California. Of all places in this large and diverse country, California passed this proposition? An indecent proposition at that. Consider me let down. No, consider me devasated, furous and in shock.

How could California allow $38 billion to think for them? Lies should never be able to purchase their way into truth and then into law. For a country so willing to step up and demand a change, to vote in record numbers for racial barriers to fall and equality to prevail - how could we, not only in California, but in Florida and Arizona too, and Arakansas, deny any subset (minority or otherwise) of the American population their own basic rights?

As I sit in shock over the passing of Prop 8 – well, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for me, I’m sorry for you, I’m sorry for our country. It is an obvious truth that a country that limits the ways in which we can express love to one another is a troubled country.

But, the fight doesn’t end here, it only begins. Let the dialouge begin, let the rebellion begin, let’s really begin to see the change we all believe in. For us, for them, for all.

I think...

...that chocolate chocolate cupcakes and red wine are absolute proof that it's good to be alive.

I say, BaRACK the vote

And we did…. We did.

Thank you United States of America, thank you. I'm so thankful to be able to finally say, with absolute sincerity, I’m PROUD to be an American.

We did...

(Yes we can)

....and sometimes, sage

Descriptions, depictions, … self-induced afflictions
An endless search for self enlightenment
Youthful and tautological,
falling, down, down into the veritable rabbit hole...
Stolen words to fill the silence, seems everyone else is saying exactly what I’m thinking
Giving articulation to my own block and so, words, I steal.
Stolen, something old, something new, something borrowed, feeling so, so blue.

she's immediately likeable for her color
contagious, dynamic, absolute essence of fun…
haunting, haunted, stirring

…and, sometimes sage

A stolen description, depiction. Chopped, taken, sampled, if you will. A mashup

Hell, just call me hip.

Leaving it up to you.
Find me, seek me. Hiding in this world, just waiting to be found.

Tellmeallthosethingsineedtobelievesaysomethingtosurprisemefindmesaysomethingnewboredomboresmeandi’malwaysboredsoiguessthatmakesmeboring

Don’t mind me. I’m spiraling.

All of you, so transparent, provoking, faking

Throwing stones, the hypocrisy reflected in the lack of self reflection. Laugh at them, but, careful, you're just laughing at your own desires. Everything you're not, everything you are. Unwittingly, admittedly, but true. So transparently provoking, and so now I’m Revoking. Revolting. No, you’re revolting. Ick.
leaves me lifeless.
Your self-indulgence is oh so terribly common
and I wonder when I’ll be provoked to believe
in hope again.

Empty words on an empty podium. What's left to believe in? Bombs over Baghdad, didn't end there, hasn't ended there, still, how terrifying self-involved I've remained. I still want a pony.
Though I'm in good company.
Too busy noticing themselves to notice you.
Laugh out loud, yell to be heard, all the time hiding away what it is that is

Everything you don’t see is everything I wish you would.... isn't it complicated ... and, sometimes sage?