Britney Spears VMA Performance: Fat?

Britney Spears really stunk up the VMA’s. She was not prepared and could not even lip-synch correctly to her own song.

But many media outlets and people I have talked to have primarily focused on her being fat.

britneyspearsfat.jpg

Sure, she is no longer in incredible shape with tight abs and a sculpted body. But fat? No.… read more “Britney Spears VMA Performance: Fat?”

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

I just finished reading Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. Mrs. Dalloway is all about one day in a woman’s life in late 1800s London. She is an upper-class woman about to throw a party that evening and much of the story involves her interactions with people and those people’s interactions with other and the intertwinings of their lives.… read more “Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf”

Don’t Hate This White Man…

I never held you down… I never oppressed you… I never enslaved you.

If your father stole a million dollars should you be held personally responsible for his actions? Should you be in debt for the rest of your life? If he killed a man, should you sit in the electric chair in his absence?

An accepted principle of justice systems in the modern world is that the son cannot be held accountable for the actions of the father.… read more “Don’t Hate This White Man…”

Alone at last

For the first time in my life, I live by myself. No parents, grandparents, roommates or brothers (either blood or fraternal). The studio is small, the real estate agent called it cozy. Just me, my thoughts and my things. I have no decorations; everything serves a purpose. Much of my possessions were inherited from others; my big television was given to me by my wonderful brother Jordan, the mini-fridge and television in storage and book rack were purchased from Kenny for $40, the couch and ottoman were given to me by my ex-girlfriend Melanie Dies and even my bed was given to me by my grandparents’ elderly friend.… read more “Alone at last”

Pretty words interfused

Este noche es mio. Me encantada la noche con tuyo, tambien.

In an imperfect world, nights are filled with brilliant colors… weaving in and out of this night of ours…words…moments…words falling from the sky….words falling from mouths… interfused in this moment…

interfused

weaving

in
out
tripping over unplanned moments… faltering……

Sitting and feeling the time as you smell beauty and enjoy the physical pleasure of

Something…It’s something.… read more “Pretty words interfused”