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| Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008 | | 3:10 pm |
| | Wednesday, October 8th, 2008 | | 8:43 pm |
Poem for the Young White Man...
Poem for the Young White Man Who Asked Me How I, an Intelligent, Well-Read Person, Could Believe in the War between Races
Lorna Dee Cervantes In my land there are no distinctions. The barbed wire politics of oppression have been torn down long ago. The only reminder of past battles, lost or won, is a slight rutting in the fertile fields. In my land
people write poems about love,
full of nothing but contented childlike syllables.
Everyone reads Russian short stories and weeps.
There are no boundaries.
There is no hunger, no
complicated famine or greed. I am not a revolutionary.
I don't even like political poems.
Do you think I can believe in a war between races?
I can deny it. I can forget about it
when I'm safe,
living on my own continent of harmony
and home, but I am not
there. I believe in revolution
because everywhere the crosses are burning,
sharp-shooting goose-steppers round every corner,
there are snipers in the schools...
(I know you don't believe this.
You think this is nothing
but faddish exaggeration. But they
are not shooting at you.) I'm marked by the color of my skin.
The bullets are discrete and designed to kill slowly.
They are aiming at my children.
These are facts.
Let me show you my wounds: my stumbling mind, my
"excuse me" tongue, and this
nagging preoccupation
with the feeling of not being good enough. These bullets bury deeper than logic.
Racism is not intellectual.
I can not reason these scars away. Outside my door
there is a real enemy
who hates me. I am a poet
who yearns to dance on rooftops,
to whisper delicate lines about joy
and the blessings of human understanding.
I try. I go to my land, my tower of words and
bolt the door, but the typewriter doesn't fade out
the sounds of blasting and muffled outrage.
My own days bring me slaps on the face.
Every day I am deluged with reminders
that this is not
my land and this is my land. I do not believe in the war between races but in this country
there is war. | | Friday, May 2nd, 2008 | | 11:03 am |
| | Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | | 8:40 am |
| | Friday, February 15th, 2008 | | 9:39 am |
| | Monday, February 11th, 2008 | | 11:00 am |
Home for Sale!
Hey all, Hideki and I are putting our house up for sale this spring. We'll be looking into realtors soon, but I thought I'd post here in case you know anyone who's in the market for a house in a nice town next to Worcester, MA. Many of you have been here before, but in case you haven't, our home is a 3 bedroom, 21/2 bath colonial with a 2 car underneath garage and a finished basement. I would much rather sell the place directly to someone, especially someone connected to us in some way, than to have to pay a random realtor. So please message me if you know of anyone who might be interested. | | Sunday, October 7th, 2007 | | 1:15 am |
Saturday, 13th
I am hosting a party on Saturday, October 13th. This will be the after party for Wildfire, but the invitation is open to you all. This will be kid safe until their bed times. Wildfire is a spinning retreat. We will be spinning fire in my backyard. The talent on hand will be impressive, to say the least. For those who have not been to the house yet, carpooling is recommended. Crash space will be limited, but available. 32 Butternut Dr. Sutton, MA 01590 (774) 253-034 dekichan@gmail.com. Hideki | | Sunday, June 24th, 2007 | | 7:02 pm |
augurios IV
ven cometa ven a encontrar tu verdadero nombre a decidir tus pasos ven a labrar tu rostro sobre una máscara de sal ven a disparar las doce flechas del carcaj que has encontrado sobre la llaga del augurio ven a sentir la caricia que sólo la piel del durazno logra en su contacto con la lengua ven cometa ven a encontrarte descubrirás que vulnerables somos al tacto más perfecto Santuarios desierto mar Juan Armando Rojas | | Tuesday, June 12th, 2007 | | 9:24 pm |
| | Saturday, May 26th, 2007 | | 12:47 pm |
weekly workout
Tuesday: 2.5 mile run (easy) Wednesday: 45 body sculpting + extra pec set, 45 step aerobics Thursday: 45 mins (varied light cardio) Friday: 45 mins step class Saturday: 45 step, 1 hour assorted weight training (slight weight increase) Goals for the coming week: work on gluts and nutrition. must drink more water. | | Sunday, May 13th, 2007 | | 4:09 pm |
weekly workout
Monday: 2 miles (medium)
Tuesday: 2 miles (medium with speed bursts) and 45 mins. weight training
Sunday: 3 miles (medium)
It doesn't seem like I did a whole lot this week. In my defense, I did jaunt off on a mini-vacation to Maine on Wednesday and Thursday, so that explains why I didn't get much in the way of exercise those days. And Friday I worked all day long...
Goal for this coming week: to continue building endurance and lift more weights!!!
| | Friday, May 4th, 2007 | | 2:30 pm |
weekly work out
Tues: 1 hour assorted weight-training & 2 mile run (medium) Wed: 1 hour step aerobics Thurs: 2 mile run (slow) Friday: 2 mile run (medium) & 45 min step and tone class I've been terrible about exercising consistently this whole semester, so in the interest of attaining a higher level of physical fitness, I'm going to chronicle my work outs on a weekly basis. Areas to work on and short-term goals: endurance- to increase pace and distance muscle structure- to define pecs and keep up general tone | | Tuesday, September 26th, 2006 | | 11:04 am |
Your results: You are Jean-Luc Picard
| Jean-Luc Picard |
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65% |
| Will Riker |
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60% |
| Spock |
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57% |
| Chekov |
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55% |
| Uhura |
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55% |
| James T. Kirk (Captain) |
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50% |
| Deanna Troi |
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50% |
| Data |
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49% |
| Mr. Scott |
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45% |
| Mr. Sulu |
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45% |
| Beverly Crusher |
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45% |
| Geordi LaForge |
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45% |
| Worf |
|
40% |
| An Expendable Character (Redshirt) |
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35% |
| Leonard McCoy (Bones) |
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30% |
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A lover of Shakespeare and other
fine literature. You have a decisive mind
and a firm hand in dealing with others.
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Click here to take the Star Trek Personality Quiz | | Friday, February 24th, 2006 | | 10:17 pm |
I'm reposting this link that special_pete put up. If you've ever wonder what my musical angle was, this sums it up nicely: Can I Get An Amen?, 2004 recording on acetate, turntable, PA system, paper documents dimensions variable total run time 17 minutes, 46 seconds Can I Get An Amen? is an audio installation that unfolds a critical perspective of perhaps the most sampled drum beat in the history of recorded music, the Amen Break. It begins with the pop track Amen Brother by 60's soul band The Winstons, and traces the transformation of their drum solo from its original context as part of a 'B' side vinyl single into its use as a key aural ingredient in contemporary cultural expression. The work attempts to bring into scrutiny the techno-utopian notion that 'information wants to be free'- it questions its effectiveness as a democratizing agent. This as well as other issues are foregrounded through a history of the Amen Break and its peculiar relationship to current copyright law. LISTEN TO PROJECT / VIEW INSTALLATION DOCUMENTATION Current Music: Arpeggio - Jackson & His Computer Band | | Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005 | | 11:03 am |
Dos mundos sobre el mundo
Two Worlds over the World Julia de Burgos trans. Jack Agüeros Over a reality empty of twilights my life on fragile wings goes galloping rhythms. The illusion is wide and your extended road is infinite and deep. My face exhibits to the wind a vision of water without waves; my emotion has been tinted the color of daylights. I am fresh grass and useful. You do not have my name nor my trail of abysses. Your base of emotions, sunlit in yourself knows new roots in a gust of stalks. I don't come from the shipwreck that haunts the weak: my robust conscience swims in the light of the infinite. (Two worlds over the world proclaim themselves, flying their reality of strength in an intimate thrust!) ***** Dos mundo sobre el mundo Julia de Burgos Sobre una realidad vacía de crepúsculos Mi vida en alas frágiles va cabalgando ritmos. Es ancha la ilusion Y es infinito y hondo tu sendero extendido. Visión de agua sin olas mi cara exhibe al viento; Color de claridades mi emoción se ha teñido. Soy yerba fresca y útil. Tú no tienes mi nombre ni mi rastro de abismos. Sabe nuevas raíces en un soplo de tallos tu suelo de emociones soladas en ti mismo. No vengo del naufragio que es ronda de los débiles: Mi conciencia robusta nada en luz del infinito. (¡Dos mundos sobre el mundo proclámanse volando sú realidad de fuerza en un empuje íntimo!) | | Sunday, July 17th, 2005 | | 10:46 am |
One Art
One Art Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. | | Friday, July 1st, 2005 | | 1:19 pm |
things you'd like to do with me
This seems appropriate enough since I have plenty of free time these days: I want anyone and EVERYONE who reads this to post in here something they would like to do with me someday. Then post this in your journal to find out what people want to do with you. | | Sunday, June 26th, 2005 | | 9:11 pm |
| | Sunday, June 5th, 2005 | | 11:52 am |
poem from Alli and Shannon's wedding
Soneto XLVIII Pablo Neruda Dos amantes dichosos hacen un solo pan, una sola gota de luna en la hierba, dejan andando dos sombras que se reúnen, dejan un solo sol vacío en una cama. De todas las verdades escogieron el día: no se ataron con hilos sino con un aroma, y no despedazaron la paz ni las palabras. La dicha es una torre transparente. El aire, el vino van con los dos amantes, la noche les regala sus pétalos dichosos, tienen derecho a todos los claveles. Dos amantes dichosos no tienen fin ni muerte, nacen y mueren muchas veces mientras viven, tienen la eternidad de la naturaleza. Sonnet XLVIII Two happy lovers make one bread, a single moon drop in the grass. Walking, they cast two shadows that flow together; waking, they leave one sun empty in their bed. Of all the possible truths, they chose the day; they held it, not with ropes but with an aroma. They did not shred the peace; they did not shatter words; their happiness is a transparent tower. The air and wine accompany the lovers. The night delights them with its joyous petals. They have a right to all the carnations. Two happy lovers, without an ending, with no death, they are born, they die, many times while they live: they have the eternal life of the Natural. | | Wednesday, May 11th, 2005 | | 4:39 pm |
No rechaces los sueños...
No rechaces los sueños por ser sueños Pedro Salinas No rechaces los sueños por ser sueños. Todos los sueños pueden ser realidad, si el sueño no se acaba. La realidad es un sueño. Si soñamos que la piedra es la piedra, eso es la piedra. Lo que corre en los ríos no es un agua, es un soñar, el agua, cristalino. La realidad disfraza su propio sueño, y dice: «Yo soy el sol, los cielos, el amor.» Pero nunca se va, nunca se pasa, si fingimos creer que es más que un sueño. Y vivimos soñándola. Soñar es el modo que el alma tiene para que nunca se le escape lo que se escaparía si dejamos de soñar que es verdad lo que no existe. Sólo muere un amor que ha dejado de soñarse hecho materia y que se busca en tierra. Don’t reject dreams because they are dreams… quick trans. me Don’t reject dreams because they are dreams. All dreams can be reality, if the dreaming does not end. Reality is a dream. If we dream that a stone is a stone, then that is the stone. That which flows in rivers isn’t water, it’s a dreaming, water, crystalline. Reality disguises its own dream, and says: “I am the sun, the skies, love.” But it never leaves, never goes away, if we pretend to believe that it’s more than a dream. And we live dreaming it. To dream is the means that the soul has so that it doesn’t lose what it would otherwise lose if we were to stop dreaming that everything which does not exist is the truth. The only love that dies is one that has stopped dreaming itself made flesh and that looks for itself on earth. |
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