Never mind the earlier note.
Please just stop talking, full stop.
23 May 2008
21 May 2008
dear senator clinton
It's time.
Stop acting like this is "your turn". (Pssst... nobody's entitled to a turn in a democracy!)
Stop comparing yourself to abolitionists and voting rights activists who actually sacrificed their own interests for the greater good.
Stop pretending that you're keeping on for others as you handicap the Democratic Party for the sake of your own ego and ambition.
Stop putting those of us who once admired and supported you in the position of defending indefensible conduct.
Stop using racism as a sword and sexism as a shield.
Stop lying to us.
Stop deceiving yourself.
Stop campaigning for John McCain.
Please. Just... STOP.
Stop acting like this is "your turn". (Pssst... nobody's entitled to a turn in a democracy!)
Stop comparing yourself to abolitionists and voting rights activists who actually sacrificed their own interests for the greater good.
Stop pretending that you're keeping on for others as you handicap the Democratic Party for the sake of your own ego and ambition.
Stop putting those of us who once admired and supported you in the position of defending indefensible conduct.
Stop using racism as a sword and sexism as a shield.
Stop lying to us.
Stop deceiving yourself.
Stop campaigning for John McCain.
Please. Just... STOP.
18 May 2008
parents do the darndest things
I'm in my 30s, I'm unemployed and I live with my parents.
But unlike George Costanza, I haven't lived with my parents (beyond a weekend here and a week there) for over 10 years. So this prolonged stint of cohabitation with the people who gave me life has been... like a safari game drive.
Everyday, I'm tempted to write about some peculiar mannerism or absurdly hilarious conversation that takes place with or between my parents. What are they doing? Were they always like this? What in the world...? I imagine myself a wildlife photographer, dressed in bush leaves, covertly viewing the secret life and habits of exotic creatures.
Not everything is new. Yet even the familiar, once recalled to mind, engenders a different reaction than a decade ago. To be sure, there is still plenty of frustration or annoyance at how they don't do thing the right (ie. my) way, at how they don't already know things that are so patently obvious (ie. to me). But much more often, even the old habits and mannerisms seem funny or oddly interesting and, ultimately, really endearing.
A lot has happened to them, to me, to us over the last 10 years. I doubt I love my parents any more or less than I did in my 20s. But I do believe that I love them differently, with more gratitute and fewer stones in hand.
But unlike George Costanza, I haven't lived with my parents (beyond a weekend here and a week there) for over 10 years. So this prolonged stint of cohabitation with the people who gave me life has been... like a safari game drive.
Everyday, I'm tempted to write about some peculiar mannerism or absurdly hilarious conversation that takes place with or between my parents. What are they doing? Were they always like this? What in the world...? I imagine myself a wildlife photographer, dressed in bush leaves, covertly viewing the secret life and habits of exotic creatures.
Not everything is new. Yet even the familiar, once recalled to mind, engenders a different reaction than a decade ago. To be sure, there is still plenty of frustration or annoyance at how they don't do thing the right (ie. my) way, at how they don't already know things that are so patently obvious (ie. to me). But much more often, even the old habits and mannerisms seem funny or oddly interesting and, ultimately, really endearing.
A lot has happened to them, to me, to us over the last 10 years. I doubt I love my parents any more or less than I did in my 20s. But I do believe that I love them differently, with more gratitute and fewer stones in hand.
08 May 2008
brown paper packages tied up with strings
This article contains a few of my favorite things:
Witty articulation of the plight and humanity of an often-misunderstood minority group with nary a chip on the shoulder.
Some essential truths applicable in a variety of contexts: (1) calling yourself something doesn't make you one; (2) cravings for something and voluntary abstinence from it are not mutually exclusive; (3) just because you feel judged doesn't mean you're being judged; and (4) if I seem crazy to you, chances are you seem pretty nuts to me.
A hilarious (albeit mostly unrelated) youtube link.
Witty articulation of the plight and humanity of an often-misunderstood minority group with nary a chip on the shoulder.
Some essential truths applicable in a variety of contexts: (1) calling yourself something doesn't make you one; (2) cravings for something and voluntary abstinence from it are not mutually exclusive; (3) just because you feel judged doesn't mean you're being judged; and (4) if I seem crazy to you, chances are you seem pretty nuts to me.
A hilarious (albeit mostly unrelated) youtube link.
06 May 2008
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