Happy My Birthday

I know I made a promise to certain people that I would write at least one post a month here.

So life happens and things don’t get written. Oop. Oh Well.

So I figured what the heck its my birthday: I might as well use that as an excuse to jump back into the saddle.

(For some reason that wild and totally funny and cool song “a very merry unbirthday to you, to you!” from Alice in Wonderland is stuck in my head right now lmaoo dunno why)

And besides, this is like a “normal” birthday. Nothing to get all worked up about. Last year was the big 4-0, so this year is like ok no big whoop right?

But my birthday is always a pretty special day to ME. I’m pretty gosh-darned happy I was born, ya dig? And I’m in no hurry to check out this hotel of life anytime soon either.  Although I do have urges to move rooms from time to time. But that’s cool. Ugh ok nuff dat analogy, it was pretty lame to begin with lolll.

Some people think I’m batty for being the Space Cadette that I am, but see I was born into a world where we’d already walked on the moon. There was no looking up at the sky and wondering what that was all about for me and my peers, oh no. We already KNEW.

So bear with me while I continue my interest in what’s out there and where we’ve been, and where we’re going. The Hubble has given us some incredible pictures as it slowly makes its way to the edge of our known universe.

I can’t wait to see what it will send back when it goes beyond.

Happy Birthday To ME!

Here’s to 41 and oh so much more years for Yours Truly :D

Crackie McCrack Goes Too Far

I’ve kept my silence through all of Crackie’s drug induced natterings. But today he just went to far and I had to write SOMETHING.

Oh who is Crackie McCrack you ask? Well since I have a rule not to speak or write his name lemme describe him for ya:

He could stand to loose a few pounds, as his choleric rhetoric on his radio show will prolly one day render him with a nice juicy heart attack. His hair is thinning but thats understandable as he is in his later years in life.

Oh and he’s the real leader of the GOP.

Anyhoo.

Today he went too far and I quote:

“Adolf Hitler, like Barack Obama, also ruled by dictate”

“…similarities between the Democrat Party of today and the Nazi Party in Germany”

“[Crackie] again says Obama health care logo ‘looks damn like the Nazi logo’”

Now I know Crackie is paid to rabble rouse. He may be unique in that he actually believes what he says, but whatever. And bringing attention to his maunderings only makes him feel all warm and fuzzy and special. I know this. Which is why I haven’t said a damn thing so far. But dayum.

Here is what Mr. “Smokin” McCrack sees when he views the Obama health care logo:

Me, I see the Caduceus blended with the Obama campaign logo

Oh and lots of American logos use the eagle with wings spread….

Ooop! USMC Ten Hut!

Oop! The Presidential Seal!

Some political commentators have mentioned being confused by the GOP’s lack of condemnation on Crackie’s commentary. Me, no confusion here. I know the Republican Party quite well.

Methinks they are quite happy with Crackie. He’s the guy who gets to say what they are all thinking. And if he happens to go too far (and they wait for a couple days to gauge the overall response) they can just say: “oh that’s just Crackie, you know how he is.”

But he lets off the steam that’s been building up under all those Repub collars and they can feel all special and warm and fuzzy.

I’m just sayin, like.

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And on a last personal note: I’ve been slow on posting due to

1. Coming down from my caffeine habit. I tend to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Whenever. Narcolepsy much? I’m sure I’ll get evened out eventually.
2. Triple digit temperatures. Danged if I aint here during yet another Summer in the Zona. My AC can barely keep up, and the Monsoons which drop the temps have decided to take a vaycay this year. I guess.
3. Grumpy (see #s 1 and 2)

Oh and werkit gurl!! *high fives the Wise Latina on the way out*

I Blame Obama

For the first time since I moved to the Zona 6 years ago, I got pulled over by the cops.

Yah, I know.

The drop dead gorgeous police officer (yes he was a hottie) duly informed me that I’d run the stop sign. I politely asked him if he was, like, you know, totally sure, because I was pretty gosh darn sure I’d stopped properly and everything.

He went on to describe how I’d basically done a “California Roll” thru the stop sign. Now being pretty much from Cali, I have the CR down pat, and I know, like Fer Sher, that I did not utilize that particular talent at that particular time. (it takes a lot of concentration and focus to execute one with the proper finesse and style, you know).

But I thought that this situation was not the appropriate time to brag about my stop sign running skillz.

So instead I nodded wisely as he was explaining the Art Of Stopping At A Stop Sign. I then said well wow, I make this run to the 7-11 alla dang time, and I Always Stop At This Stop Sign. I mean its a neighborhood favorite and all. (plus its where I saw a damn COYOTE one time, and I always stop a lil and peek around to see what other sort of wildlife might be roaming the hood)

Well he then just said, maybe familiarity breeds content or something like that, (I was distracted a bit by his purty blue-green eyes) and that I should really pay more attention etc blah blah. He handed me back my license, and said he’d only give me a Verbal Warning and that I could continue along my merry way: sans ticket.

Scraping my jaw off the ground I did just that.

Yep, I Blame Barack.

Its nice to be looking like Da Prez for once in my life

*Big Cheezy Grin On The Way Out*

:DD

WOOT!

QOTW: How Much You Pay?

I’ve decided to add a new feature to my blog.
Question Of The Week.

This is not to say there will be a weekly question. Or just one question only during any given week. It will be a question that pops up like whenever.

So here goes:

Would you pay $900.00USD for a sweater?

Now since this is me, this is not an idle question. You have to stop for a lil while and really think this thing through before answering.

Here’s some stuff to help you along with that process:

Suppose said sweater was from a major designer label?
Maybe it was in the perfect luscious shade of your favorite color…
What if it was huge and comfy and had a delish cowl neck too?

Lets pretend there’s no recession going on.
Maybe you have muchas dinero for whatever reason (totally rich, inheritance, trust fund, lottery win, silver spoon in mouth whatever)

And keep thinking. You might need to Go There in order to find out under what circumstances (if any) you would toss down a tad shy of a grand for a sweater.

Lemme know.
-JEL

My Michael

Your music, passion for world causes, and your enigmatic dancing will be missed.

Click To Watch Michael Sing Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough

Dis Poem

While I might or might not one day reach the pinnacle of poetic stylings such as MutaBaruka, who penned the original Dis Poem, I find that this is the only way I can express myself to today.

 

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Dis Poem
by
JEL

Dis poem will not bring Neda back
Dis poem will not wipe away the tears shed for the fallen
the calling the struggle for freedom
Dis poem rhymes in my soul shouts in my heart and clenches my fist
Dis poem will not make the world a better place

Take two of Dis Poem and call me in the morning
Cure my heartbreak with Dis Poem
Make me forget
Dis Poem will make me remember what we all need to remember
I want to hug Dis Poem because I am so lucky so lucky
Dis Poem is tinted green

Dis Poem will blur in front of my eyes as I write
Dis Poem
What I can I do where are we going
The fate of the world does not hang on the words of
Dis Poem

I will remember King and Tubman and Angelou and
The color purple when I walk in the desert thinking about
Dis Poem

Dis Poem will bring hope to my despair as I sit here
in my chair and compare
Today with tomorrow and all of our yesterdays
The future is clear when you read Dis Poem

Dis Poem pours from my fingers shaking
keyboard making my heart trembling
Society trembles on the cliff’s edge smashing
Doing what we do but we’ve done it before
and Dis Poem turns out the light

Dis Poem turns inside out
Dis Poem irritates me
Dis Poem is the reflection
Dis Poem is the beginning
Dis Poem will not end

To understand Dis Poem you must know everything
and feel how you feel when you read Dis Poem
Wisdom flies from our place and in its place we find
we have learned nothing and everything

I hate Dis Poem
I love my world
Dis Poem itches on my skin and peels back my spirit
Dis Poem wraps me up like a blanket
my comfort on the skin of this planet
depends on the cost of a three thousand dollar bullet
Dis Poem is priceless

Dis Poem will not be read at the special hearings
Dis Poem will not be printed on paper
Dis Poem finds me wondering if I feel better or worse
after writing
Dis Poem

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Happy Juneteenth!

“The Senate unanimously passed a resolution yesterday apologizing for slavery, making way for a joint congressional resolution and the latest attempt by the federal government to take responsibility for 2 1/2 centuries of slavery.”

Apology accepted.

But wonders if this would have happened if Obama had not been elected…

Where Is My Vote?

Seeing those signs being held high in the post-election protests in Tehran brought back a lot of the pain and confusion I felt 4 years ago after dubya got re-elected.

I wondered the same dang thing. Culturally, Americans don’t “take to the streets” unless its something seriously important. Like winning a basketball game or something. Ok I’m being cynical, but ever since the 60’s came and went, political protests in this country have always been too little, too late in my opinion.

Teach Your Children Well

The shooting at the holocaust museum and the subsequent reactions have reverberated around the world and back again. I had some pretty strong feelings about it myself naturally; and I even chastized CNN for concentrating so much on the killer and notsomuch on the victim(s) and even the museum and what it stands for.

My buddy Rick Sanchez (who’s show on CNN coordinates nicely with my lunch hour) put forth the idea that we should at least focus a bit on the shooter, so that we could learn about what makes him tick, how he came to be able to do what he did etc whatever; I guess so we might educate ourselves?

Ok, no see. First of all. America has a pretty sick history with glorifying our bad guys. I just did not want to see this idjit getting equal press with the good guys. Especially because his life was initially saved by Black EMTs and though listed as being in critical condition, he just might pull through to reap the benefits of a higher public profile. I’m just sayin, like. When and where do we draw the line?

From Lucy to Ida

Or to be more paleontologically accurate: From Ida to Lucy.

Lucy

Those who know me, know how close I have felt to Lucy. What a spectacular find! And now Ida.

Is she “The Missing Link?” I don’t know and I don’t care. She is yet another spectacular find that will open up the study into our origins to yet deeper levels.

Ida

I’m excited!

A tail and yet… opposable thumbs… human-like teeth… wow! Go Ida!