I’ve been taking guitar lessons for around three months now and at still can’t believe how much fun I am having. I don’t know that many songs, but the techniques and theories I am learning are bound to take me beyond a simple hobby. It is getting easier and easier to learn and play chords as my fingers get stronger. I look forward-f/s the day when Is can serenade my wife. I sang at her wedding and she his been waiting eight years for an encore.
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With the general election approximately 2 months away, it took an act of God (Gustav) to curtail what was gearing up to be another week of political punditry and partisanship. Now we are left with the Republican National Convention lite, when, only days before in the wake of the Rocky Mountain High of the Democratic National Convention, the GOP was ready for a Twin City brawl. Word started to slowly (as if that’s possible in the internet age) spread that the daughter of Governer Palin is 5 months pregnant (guess abstinance is only as affective as the actual abstinance) forcing the Veep nominee to release a public statement regarding what should be a personal family matter. It’s really a shame that people take politics and religion so personally, because there’s no way to actually have a civil debate without name callling and proverberal eye gouging. I don’t have anything personal against Governer Palin, I just don’t like the look the forms in the eyes of self-righteous zealots when they disagree with you and firmly believe that their god would view you as a sinner. Let’s hope that all of the talking heads in the media focus on the issues and candidates on hand and leave the Family Matters to the Urkels and the TGI Fridays of the world.
How can I put into words, the joy, the hope, the excitement that I felt watch Barack Obama officially accept the Democratic nomination for President of the United States of America? My grandparent grew up during segregation and the oppression of Jim Crow laws in the southern United States. My parents came of age during the height of the civil rights movement in the 50’s and 60’s. In fact, growing up in Kansas City, Kansas, my mother, along with her brother and sisters experience first hand, the fear and anxiety of going to school before and after desegregation. I can’t imagine not having the right to vote, or not being able to go to a restaurant, or drink from a particular water fountain. How fortunate we are to live in the United States of America.
There are many places in this world where people continue to be oppressed and abused, and forgotten. I don’t know if Senator Obama will win, although I plan to vote for him, I only hope that if he does lose, it will only because of the issues and the belief of my fellow countrymen and women that Senator McCain is the right man for the job. As an African-American man I am proud of Barack Obama’s accomplishments. As a citizen of these glorious United States of America, I am even prouder that perhaps this time, we will judged for what we do, and not what we look like.
God Bless America, land that I love
So far, I don’t know what to think about the news coverage of the DNC. I flipped between FOX News, CNN, and MSNBC. Fox News seemed to be outwardly pro-Republican and extremely critical, while CNN and MSNBC seen be overly critical because they didn’t want to appear biased. Aside from Jack Cafferty (who is clearly pro-Democrat and anti-Republican), the rest of the talking heads are going out of their way to appear objective, and in doing so, they each come across as disingenuous. I can’t wait until all of the pomp and circumstance of each party’s convention is complete and we get back to the actual issues.
Nano Wrimo is almost over and it is kicking my butt. The creative juices are flowing in my mind but only 10000 (approx.) words have made it to digital page thus far (well short of 50K). I have faith, though. All it takes is one 3 day weekend to knock the rest out of the park. Best of luck to all participants!
I can’t believe my baby girl is one year old (October 24). Time sure fly’s when you’re sleep deprived. It seems like it was just yesterday when we brought her home from the hospital. She was so tiny that I just knew we would break her. Now she’s a rough and tumble toddler, able to hold her own against Hurricane Savannah. Next comes driving and boys. Someone please say a silent prayer for my sanity.
I returned to New York City last week, after a three year absence. I returned to what has come to be known as Ground Zero, for the first time since August of 2001; just before our world was turned upside down. As I walked amongst the streets and buildings that remain of the World Financial Center, I could feel the proud spirits that lost their lives on that fateful day five years ago. If eyes are the windows to the soul, then can the windows in these pictures reflect the souls that went to heaven on that day?
On this solemn day, remember the familes that lost love ones on that day. Do not gloss over their pain with the easy trappings of political ambission. Our country as a whole may have lost it’s collective innocence, but that pales in comparison to the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and friends that now have a void where there love ones once stood. Give them strength with your love and compassion. Keep them in your prayers and thoughts.