August 13, 2005
My heart has been heavy for the past week or so...
I think stress (most of which is work related) has caused me to become overly sensitive to a lot of things. Particularly the famine in Niger and other parts of Africa. The civil unrest in the Darfur, Sudan, and the world's (particularly those in power) apathy. In any event, I will try not to be a drag...
I feel better. My sisters and niece came over for an early birthday celebration- (the official day is this Monday). We danced, we ate heartily (I had a wicked-snotty spread of three different types of cheese: brie, blue, and sharp cheddar- bordering around a heap of black grapes, chocolate and kiwi slices, crudite: jicama slices, carrots, green peppers, cucumbers etc., dill dip, snack mix, dried tropical fruit, iced African Bush peach tea (with frozen peach slices), and a lot of other yummy delights). I painstakingly prepared this vegetarian spread, paying great attention to presentation. I used mint leaves as garnish. I also grilled some flat portobello mushrooms, sliced them and served them with honey for dipping (an idea I picked up in Sicily). There were tiny vegan vegetarian bites, and vegetarian pizza bites (a Linda McCartney portobello and 3 cheese pizza cut into bite sized pieces). Anybody who knows me, knows that I'm a wicked-great host. I don't care if I have two people coming over... I'm great at entertaining and providing excellent snackage and such ... and I'm still single... why? ... There was also an ice cream cake. Yuuum. Haven't had one of those in yeeears.
Anyway, we topped off the evening with me opening up a couple of gifts (My older sister got me a cast iron tea pot and infuser... beautiful... and a lovely set of blue swirled, martini glasses), my mother sent me a huge container of Philosophy shower gel/shampoo/bubblebath... scented Cinnabuns.
I also inherited my youngest sister's fat teddy bear hamster Caramel... who I renamed Bitty Bitty Boom Boom, much to her chagrin. Hey, I told her since the hamster now belonged to me, I could re-christen her however I saw fit.
I challenged my oldest sister to a dance fight, to the tune of P.M. Dawn's Set Adrift... she backed down... she didn't want any of this. And then they proceeded to stare across the way at my peeping tom neighbor.
Needless to say, this made me feel better. I had a bottle of wine I never got to open... today is hot and humid, and the perfect day for some chilled Sauvignon Blanc... so I look forward to that upon returning home.
I feel better. I felt like a drag for whining. Now it's time for me to restrategize... stuff... so that I can better maintain my livelihood.
*P.S. Coffee Rhetoric's favorite blogs links page is busted due to the links page I was registered with. It's moving because of excessive amounts of spam and other problems. I am currently trying to find a way to create another one. So if you don't see your link anymore... don't fret... you're still my favorites!
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happy born day... you are a wonderful person and insightful . stay you
i want to say that i read your blog to read about your day. the other night at our house, my wife and her friends and i (i was the only dude but i quickly exited the room) had a discussion BASED on one of your entries.. the one about white dudes and sisters. it was bugged because 4 of the women in there admitted to reading your blog. i was like word? my wife loves your blog too. she thinks your super.
i wish you were there cause two of the sisters are married to white dudes and they admit that white dudes are real ill to sisters. One of them (Nas Dawud's wife) gave us MANY instances where she experienced them. i wish you were there
Wow...
I'm really flattered that anyone is reading my blog... let alone your wife and her friends.
Tell your wife I said much appreciation for that.
And thanks for the kind words.
I am still working on composing a blog entry about said post.
It's an issue that really gets me fired up!
P.S.
Of course... there are SOME exceptions... which I'll go into in that upcoming blogentry, not every White man is like that...
no not every white man :) not with white girls....so thats not the point right...
What I wanted to say Coffee is, that I loved this entry because: you start off talking about your concerns to which I can perfectly relate. My heart isn t only heavy, I am built close to the river and actually can t help but start crying at times when I read about stuff. and am still looking for a way I can do something about it except for giving money.
Then you end with saying "... so that I can better maintain my livelihood."
Its such a wonderful ending because I think that whatever it is that supports evil and bad things to happen in this world, this power wins only and definetly if it manages to weigh us down with what it produces. You see, if we starve, are depressed and suicidal because of the famine in Niger or child soldiers in Uganda it won t change a bit and won t help either but contribute to the general evil power taking over. I ALWAYS thought we need to create a counterpower by LOVING; DANCING; enjoying life, laughing and ACTIVELY doing sth to change the bad into good.
don t you think so...
Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.
I bow to your hostessing skills. And that doesn't happen often, so feel the love.
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