“I tied my own shoes once… it is an overrated experience.”
Hey Shannon. I see your “AHA”, and raise you an “AND?”
I dunno why I find starwars related things so hilarious. I never cared much for the movies… AHA! It must be the inner geek with a dash of ridiculosity. More on this later.
I was in the bay for new years. Did my thing with my friends. Didn’t get too fucked up, tho I can’t say the same for everyone; Came home relatively early.
Next day, I heard bout some crazy shit.
Someone got shot and killed at the Fruitvale BART station.
What’s really sad is that my first reaction was, “Oh, really? Damn, not again.”
It wasn’t outrage. It wasn’t even shock.
Whatever “society” us Americans are supposed to have… created this lack of emotion.
Some say it’s (police brutality) a post 9/11 thing. I’m inclined to believe that it was 9/11 that gave this kinda shit some spotlight. That made Americans stand up and take notice what’s going on in their own backyard.
A lotta college kids know about Mumia Abdul Jabbar now. I ‘spect that when he gets killed off, his memory’ll go the way of Guevarra: injustice & tragedy commercialized to sell a shirt.
But what most of em don’t know is that this shit ain’t new. Hell, This shit ain’t even old.
It’s institutionalized.
Ever since my cpu meltdowns last month, I’ve pretty much stayed offline. Sure, I still attempt to check my google reader everyday, but unless I see something really compelling, I don’t bother to click through. The bulk of my OL activity consists of checking my gmail, and watching StarCraft commentaries of Zerg players (Go Jaedong!).
It’s been refreshing.
I’ve been at an “End of Days” kinda state, what with me preparing to move on from my life as a San Diegan, a student, and a boyfriend. Everything is urgent, but for once in a long time, I’m not stressed about that shit. And since I’m spending less time staring at a screen, my mind is free to actually think about all this stuff.
People.
I miss people. Going back homehome for Christmas made this fact all too apparent. I’ve been spending so much time looking at the world through a 15″ window that I lost track of the 24/7/365 lifestyle.
“You make your own luck” – Ernest Hemingway
Except you can't see the face. Because the screen is dead.
I’m supposed to be working hardcore on my project, this site and stepping up my e-communication game this break. Probly not gonna happen. My main laptop’s motherboard is fried. Screen won’t turn on and Mice/trackpad doesn’t work. Happened right before (literally) I was gonna present my final. I WAS continuing on with my old laptop for awhile, until it stopped accepting a charge a few days ago. Being computerless sucks. It magically works now though. But I know it’s only temporary.
Blah.
I didn’t know GYWO had a show. Anyway, time to take off the whiteface paint, put on the dashikis, and paint the white house black!
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PS: Sorry to my fellow progressives…I’m a sucker for funny race-baiting… one of my guilty pleasures. ((But if you know me, you already knew that.))