Some very REAL people.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I want to get stronger
faster
better
I want more passion
more drive
I want to work harder.
I NEED to work harder.
I need to push myself to my limits
I need to set my standards higher
Jared says he's gonna take this to the top.I want to be there with him and know that I did everything I could to be the best.
VA is gonna be big. We are the beginning of something extraordinary. I can feel it.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I'll be the one who brings you coffee when you can't get up
I'll be the one who turns the light out when you go to sleep
I'll be the one who turns your stomach into something else and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say
I'll be the one who takes your coat off, one to take the blame
I'll be the one you call your lover, every now and then
You'll be the one who keeps me sober, one to keep me sane and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say it
And I'd cut my fingers to the bone,
And I'd split my sides in for you
Tonight, we throw ourselves away
And we make it every time
When I thought I was ok
You said I was alright
As the night comes crashing down
We catch ourselves a line
Yeah we're only makin' out
If we make it out alright
I'll be the one who stands beside you in the photograph
I'll be the one that's in your water when you want me there
I'll be the one you're falling over every time you laugh and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say
I'll be the one who keeps you guessing, who swears a lot
I'll be the one that let your colour in the white wash
You'll be the one that knocks the man out I was beating up and you say
Shut up, shut up, every time I say it
And you cut my face, I told you so
I'd tear my eyes out for you
Tonight, we throw ourselves away
And we make it every time
When I thought I was ok
You said I was alright
As the night comes crashing down
We catch ourselves a line
Yeah we're only makin' out
If we make it out alright
And I'd cut my fingers to the bone,
And I'd split my sides in for you
Tonight, we throw ourselves away
And we make it every time
When I thought I was ok
You said I was alright
As the night comes crashing down
We catch ourselves a line
Yeah we're only makin' out
If we make it out all right
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_b0I4KVpFk&playnext_from=TL&videos=sXhWQrjvkcU
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Aint I A Woman?
Several ministers attended the second day of the Woman's Rights Convention, and were not shy in voicing their opinion of man's superiority over women. One claimed "superior intellect", one spoke of the "manhood of Christ," and still another referred to the "sin of our first mother."
Suddenly, Sojourner Truth rose from her seat in the corner of the church.
"For God's sake, Mrs.Gage, don't let her speak!" half a dozen women whispered loudly, fearing that their cause would be mixed up with Abolition.
Sojourner walked to the podium and slowly took off her sunbonnet. Her six-foot frame towered over the audience. She began to speak in her deep, resonant voice: "Well, children, where there is so much racket, there must be something out of kilter, I think between the Negroes of the South and the women of the North - all talking about rights - the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this talking about?"
Sojourner pointed to one of the ministers. "That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody helps me any best place. And ain't I a woman?"
Sojourner raised herself to her full height. "Look at me! Look at my arm." She bared her right arm and flexed her powerful muscles. "I have plowed, I have planted and I have gathered into barns. And no man could head me. And ain't I a woman?"
"I could work as much, and eat as much as man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne children and seen most of them sold into slavery, and when I cried out with a mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me. And ain't I a woman?"
The women in the audience began to cheer wildly.
She pointed to another minister. "He talks about this thing in the head. What's that they call it?"
"Intellect," whispered a woman nearby.
"That's it, honey. What's intellect got to do with women's rights or black folks' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half-measure full?"
"That little man in black there! He says women can't have as much rights as men. ‘Cause Christ wasn't a woman. She stood with outstretched arms and eyes of fire. "Where did your Christ come from?"
"Where did your Christ come from?", she thundered again. "From God and a Woman! Man had nothing to do with him!"
The entire church now roared with deafening applause.
"If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back and get it right-side up again. And now that they are asking to do it the men better let them."
Suddenly, Sojourner Truth rose from her seat in the corner of the church.
"For God's sake, Mrs.Gage, don't let her speak!" half a dozen women whispered loudly, fearing that their cause would be mixed up with Abolition.
Sojourner walked to the podium and slowly took off her sunbonnet. Her six-foot frame towered over the audience. She began to speak in her deep, resonant voice: "Well, children, where there is so much racket, there must be something out of kilter, I think between the Negroes of the South and the women of the North - all talking about rights - the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this talking about?"
Sojourner pointed to one of the ministers. "That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody helps me any best place. And ain't I a woman?"
Sojourner raised herself to her full height. "Look at me! Look at my arm." She bared her right arm and flexed her powerful muscles. "I have plowed, I have planted and I have gathered into barns. And no man could head me. And ain't I a woman?"
"I could work as much, and eat as much as man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne children and seen most of them sold into slavery, and when I cried out with a mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me. And ain't I a woman?"
The women in the audience began to cheer wildly.
She pointed to another minister. "He talks about this thing in the head. What's that they call it?"
"Intellect," whispered a woman nearby.
"That's it, honey. What's intellect got to do with women's rights or black folks' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half-measure full?"
"That little man in black there! He says women can't have as much rights as men. ‘Cause Christ wasn't a woman. She stood with outstretched arms and eyes of fire. "Where did your Christ come from?"
"Where did your Christ come from?", she thundered again. "From God and a Woman! Man had nothing to do with him!"
The entire church now roared with deafening applause.
"If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back and get it right-side up again. And now that they are asking to do it the men better let them."
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
recent inspirations
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Im certainly not one to quote Nietzsche but i like this.
toyz and napalm
sam and kenzie
shanye
byn
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bgirls
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i forget who this is
cloud
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Friday, February 5, 2010
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Feeling brand new and I jumped up
Feeling my high's, and my low's
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking
And I've been thinking - I've got my reasons
Just to get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Talib Kweli lyrics from "Get By"
Check it out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVtpXvzzXiA
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Surprisingly
I was talking to my good friend Jen a couple weeks back. we started talking about how hard it is to be a Christian when everyone around you isnt, especially in college. It can be incredibly discomforting when all your friends, professors, people you look up to, whose opinion you respect, people you love find your whole belief system to be complete rubbish. it's a tough pill to swallow, even if you saw it coming. A part of me wishes I went to a Christian College because i'm not getting the answers I need here. I guess I'm still just a baby. I wish I could do what that Georgia O'Keefe talked about to "strip away everything I've been taught, to start anew." It sounds incredibly liberating; to start over and see where you end up. I just wish religion was simpler. I wish God wasnt so mysterious, or as mysterious as we make Him. I wish He didnt leave men to write His Word, or decide what is scripture and whats not. I wish God didnt have an enemy. I wish the Bible still made sense to me.
Yet, somehow, I still find myself in constant prayer. In constant awe. I still feel like I have the truth inside me. I still dont feel alone when im by myself. I still feel like there is something guiding me towards greatness, that is outside of myself. I still feel that victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly.
ha, got that from Gang Starr's "Work" Check it out if you like da beats http://popup.lala.com/popup/576742240424221231
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior."Isaiah 42:2-3
Yet, somehow, I still find myself in constant prayer. In constant awe. I still feel like I have the truth inside me. I still dont feel alone when im by myself. I still feel like there is something guiding me towards greatness, that is outside of myself. I still feel that victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly.
ha, got that from Gang Starr's "Work" Check it out if you like da beats http://popup.lala.com/popup/576742240424221231
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior."Isaiah 42:2-3
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I need to get back in this blogging thing again but it's difficult because i don't really know where to start or what to say. i don't really feel the desire to get all serious or spiritual so ill just take it easy this time. today i woke up with a sore throat that just wouldnt quit. im skipping my classes because the one time i tried to venture outside of my apartment this morning i ended up causing a scene in the middle of the library. i was hunched over a drinking fountain, practically dying trying to suppress my coughs as i frantically(and i mean frantically) unwrapped a cough drop so that the guided tour i was interrupting would stop staring at me. i can just hear tyler durden whispering in my ear "this is your life." "this is your life" this is your life"
but moving on, i just cant figure out that age old question....what am i going to do friday night? i would love to go to this crazy german techno show in hamtram with chandi and phil but im so broke. the more frugal option is going hot tubing with my crew in commerce. at this point it probably will end up being a skok night. for those who dont know, a skok night is a night me and my siblings (eric and sarah) partake in every so often where we get together, drink copious amounts of alcohol and go do something fun. maybe the techno show? i hope. skok night sounds pretty appealing right now cause im the baby and i never have to pay. this is key people.
i should try to do something productive now. wish me luck!
and shout out to Meredith Drangin (who is most likely the only one reading this)I love your blog, you are lovely and i love you.
but moving on, i just cant figure out that age old question....what am i going to do friday night? i would love to go to this crazy german techno show in hamtram with chandi and phil but im so broke. the more frugal option is going hot tubing with my crew in commerce. at this point it probably will end up being a skok night. for those who dont know, a skok night is a night me and my siblings (eric and sarah) partake in every so often where we get together, drink copious amounts of alcohol and go do something fun. maybe the techno show? i hope. skok night sounds pretty appealing right now cause im the baby and i never have to pay. this is key people.
i should try to do something productive now. wish me luck!
and shout out to Meredith Drangin (who is most likely the only one reading this)I love your blog, you are lovely and i love you.
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