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Not so random thought

Monday, June 28th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

A watched calendar never turns.

Two number ones! Two number ones! Two number ones!

Sunday, June 27th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Everybody calls 11 that right?

I got my first present today! Yay!

*Does the running man in my chair because I am old and have bad knees*

I appreciate all the research….

Saturday, June 26th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

But really, guy, all you had to do was ask! :-)

THE EIGHTH OF JULY!

More easily remembered as 7/8. Cause eight naturally follows seven when counting. Unless you’re counting backwards, then it precedes it. But counting backwards is dumb. Unless it’s New Year’s, then it’s tradition.

Song of the day

Friday, June 25th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

13 days more…

Friday, June 25th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

13 is an unlucky number. Last year it killed Michael Jackson and the Charlie’s Angels hair lady. Just trying to stay safe today. All’s quiet on the Clareified front.

Red, White, Blue AND Black

Thursday, June 24th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

I am a first generation American. I grew up in a poor black “inner city” in Brooklyn. My mother, born and raised- like my father- in Panama, decided very early on to make me as American as her paltry salary as a nursing aide could afford.

I ate my fast food at McDonald’s, wore Nike sneakers on my feet, watched Saturday morning cartoons and spoke only English in my house.

I was one of the last generation of kids who were bussed into all-white schools in the name of integration and even though it was the close of the 70s, angry white parents egged our school bus and shouted profanities in our little brown faces. I was a preteen during the race riots, in Brooklyn, between blacks and the Hasidim and blacks and the Koreans. In college, I majored in Political Science and during law school I volunteered at death penalty clinics in New Orleans.

I explain all of that to demonstrate as clearly as I can, that my eyes are wide open. I KNOW of this country’s tortured relationship with the poor, with blacks, with women, and with immigrants. I have lived firsthand, the frustation of being voiceless and disenfranchised. However, and I say this without equivocation: I still LOVE THIS COUNTRY.

Sure, most days that means repping for BKNY — but I love all of America. I shed tears for days watching New Orleans underwater, I prayed for California when earthquakes devastated the Bay Area, I was crushed to see the destruction visited upon Oklahoma City by twisted, evil minds. THIS is my country. THESE are my people. When they compete on the world stage wearing OUR flag and OUR colors, they will have my support. When they are robbed by stupidface judges, I will complain loudest on their behalf. Whether they win or they lose, I have their proverbial backs — be it in sports I love, like figure skating or baseball, or sports I have no idea what the hell is going on, like fencing or *ahem* soccer.

So it saddens me that as the U.S. is set to face Ghana in the next round of the World Cup on Saturday, that so many of the African-American tweeps I follow on twitter are expressing uncertainity about who they will be cheering for. I saw one comment which said something to the effect of “I almost feel like if I root for the U.S. to beat Ghana, it’ll be like denying slavery happened.” Wait. What?

First of all, the United States soccer team isn’t composed of a homogenous group of rich, white landowning men. They haven’t marched into South Africa to defeat the Ghanans by force. This is not a global game of Risk. It’s a game of SOCCER. (Or football if you’re gonna be all snooty about it.) Yeah, I suppose it sounds all cool to denounce the mighty U.S. in the abstract — but how does it sound when you actually look these young athletes in the face and call them “colonialists” and “slave traders.”

Is Jozy Altidore, a first generation American, one of the youngest and most talented strikers in the game, a dirty imperialist that you cannot root for? Was that the stand you took six months ago when his parents’ country, Haiti was struck by a devastating earthquake? What about Tim Howard? Ridiculed as “handicapped” by the British press when he tried to play soccer in England. Is he too privileged to be worthy of your cheers? I don’t know the individual stories of the Ghana team. But I do know that for the black men on the U.S. soccer team to withstand the pressures to play basketball or football and end up being world class soccer athletes, is pretty dang extraordinary. The United States in 2010 is an amazing place. It has eleven-fifty million problems, but for right now, I look to the White House and the New York State house and there are leaders there who look like me. The President of the U.S. won the Nobel Peace prize. I celebrate that. I want the U.S. to win the World Cup. And I want to see Heculez Gomez – a Mexican-American- cheesing on the Wheaties box when they do. The black and brown members of the U.S. team shouldn’t be shunned by their own communities at home when they face off against “ancestral” teams like Ghana or Mexico.

For sure, it’s all just a game. And everyone should be free to cheer whatever team they want to cheer for. You decide who your people are. As for me, come Saturday — and however many World Cup games after Saturday, the U.S. team is blessed to play for — I will be yelling my fool head off for the American boys. I will cheer them as they face off against black opponents, brown opponents, or white opponents. Wherever my loyalties may lie when we’re home, when the U.S. competes on the world stage, only three colors matter.

Holy that’s why I’m adopting, Batman!

Thursday, June 24th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Black women most likely group to die during pregnancy in New York City.

June movie roundup

Thursday, June 24th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Ironman 2

I was so excited to see this movie in the theater. Like I wanted to be there the day it opened and get a seat right in the center of the theater and then sit there all day and watch it again and again. Why? Well, ahem, look at him:
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Are you looking? Isn’t he dreamy. With the wit and the stammering and the cocksure bravado masking his good heart and insecurity? Yeah. Anyway, that didn’t happen. In fact, I didn’t get to see Ironman 2 till yesterday, pretty sure making me one of the last. And I didn’t want to stay and see it again. Or stay and watch anything past the Monte Carlo car race.

The movie just didn’t work for me. Too many shots of stupid Gwen Paltrow and even stupider Scarlett Johnhoweveryouspellhernameson. Plus, I don’t like the Nick Fury crap. I think they should have just focused on the guy from the movie Moon who looks just like Will from Will and Grace and maybe this Soviet felon dude. I also didn’t like the whole government trying to comandeer Ironman stuff…though the Senate hearings were pretty funny. All in all? Meh.

Ong-Bak: The Thai Warrior (2003)

My co-worker recommended this flick to me. It was pretty much many different kinds of awesome. If you like martial arts, cool stunts without sappy romance, this is the movie for you. The plot, I suppose, centers on a young man setting out for the big city when his village’s sacred monk head is stolen by a gangster. He falls into an underground fighting ring, where he naturally kicks ass. But it’s mostly about the fighting. And the grifting.

Facing Ali (2009)

I’ve been a huge Ali fan since watching Ali. The movie, not the boxer. I am way too young to have ever seen the boxer. Facing Ali is a documentary which, interestingly, doesn’t feature modern-day Ali, at all. (Maybe because he can no longer really talk or intentionally.) The movie focuses on tracking Ali’s rise and fall through the eyes of his surviving opponents. One dude is still SO angry at Ali — I can’t remember his name, but he sang a song about how Ali can call himself whatever he wants, he’d always be Cassius Clay. Then past Muhammad called him an Uncle Tom. Then he said Ali’s current state is karmic payback and I was all “daayyuuumm, OH SNAP!”
Frankly, with the exception of George Foreman, who found Jesus and a grill in the nick of time, all these men are broken, damaged shells of their former selves. But I guess when you make a living getting punched in the face, life’s not going to be a ball of roses. (Ball of roses? That doesn’t sound right…bed of roses? bunch of roses? How do roses come? –Ed) I highly recommend this movie — even if you’re not a boxing fan.

Invictus (2009)

Raise your hand if you thought this movie was about soccer. Yeah, ME TOO! It’s not. Also, Matt Damon’s accent is about as good as my South African accent and I can’t do a South African accent. Well, I could, but it’d just sound like my Australian accent. Which sounds like my Indian accent and so on. No bueno. The movie is slow too. Lots of talking and walking around. The last half hour is good though, but who the heck knows what’s going on in a rugby match. Much less a dramaticized rugby match. Wait. Are they called matches? I did see this flick right after Facing Ali AND I’m easily confused, so…you know. You’re welcome.

Daybreakers

I thought this movie was going to be SO scary! Basically, vampires have taken over the world and as the last humans are hunted, the vampires struggle to find a new source of blood. They find it, but it turns out to be much more than they’d bargained for. Um. But not in a good way. It’s kind of an “intellectual” “talkie” vampire movie. Lots of science and corporate conspiracy. Who needs that?! Am I right? Let’s get with the biting and the running and the screaming! Honestly, I can’t even remember who stars in this…though I feel like it’s a big marquee name.

Valentine’s Day (2010)

Call me crazy, but I did NOT hate this movie. Matter of fact, I daresay, (looks around, pulls you in real close and whispers…) I liked this movie. I like that the vignettes all actually come together to form a connected universe. The ending packs three surprises into one, although one you kinda see coming a mile away. I’ll admit it’s a tiny bit cheesy, but not vomit inducingly so AND this is Ashton Kutcher’s finest performance. Yes, I know. But still. Taylor Swift does bring shame upon herself and her family though, but she’s not on screen that much. Um…pinky swear.

Looks like I’m getting this instead

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Droid X

It’s super black. Like Malcolm. And me.

Quote of the Day

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 by Dawn Summers

“I’m going to watch the World Cup at the bar downstairs. I’ll be back by noon and I might be drunk. Just kidding. I’ll definitely be drunk.” -my officemate