BRAVO KANYE!!

BRAVO KANYE!!

Dear Mr. West:

Thank you. Thank you for being so brave in what you did. I know in the past you’ve been accused of being arrogant and hypocritial (even though you never really denied either…) you had the courage to do what most were afraid to do. Speak exactly what was on your mind at the time that you had the audience to do it. Although, I probably would have preferred for you to rehearse what you were going to say a little more carefully so that you didn’t sound as scattered as you did… I heard you clear your throat before you started. I heard the warble in your pitch out of sheer nervousness (from you — a trained entertainer). Mostly, I heard the sincerity in your voice despite the somewhat disjointed thoughts. And your message did come through. Bush didn’t hop to it because it was mostly Black people that got affected and they DO portray us poorly in the media. And yes… martial law means that they send the National guard and all who are given the power to shoot us if we’re perceived to be “looting” and not “looking for food”. And no… he doesn’t care for us, Kanye. Honestly, I’m sure he cares for no one but himself and his own interests.

But what I love most… is that once upon a time… fame for an African-American / Black person in this country automatically made him part of the movement. It meant that he had the power to channel our voices and say what we were thinking… and say it often… and maybe even say it when it wasn’t deemed appropriate. But our voices would be heard and maybe even change effected. Seems that the limelight now is just somewhere for folks to shake their asses and be seen. Even if this was a publicity stunt just to get your name in the paper to sell your new album more — thank you for attempting to use your name for something that tied in to meaningful causes.

And lastly, thank you for admitting the hypocrisy that we all practice. Yeah, you went shopping before you made a donation. I hope that you did call your business manager. Because there’s a hell of a lot of us complaining about the management at the top, but haven’t done one thing to help — at all. It is human nature to be that way… and maybe you admitting that you’ve done it will make others see that they did to, and make them quicker to get out their wallets, or get some supplies on a bus or board a plane and get down there and help.

I’ll pray for you, Kanye. Who knows what the backlash on this will be. But I hope you stay safe… and stay vigilant.

God Bless You.

Victoria.

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Archeological Dig

Archeological Dig

This weekend, my sweet baby gave up all three days of his beautiful, extended weekend to help me dig through 30 years of rubbish that was piled up in my room. We unearthed everything from song books for kids written in french to journals I wrote in high school; pictures of me getting a perm in college and tapes upon tapes upon tapes (yes, cassette tapes) that I collected when I was in the business. I remembered where I got everything, and why in hindsight I may have wanted to hold on to certain things. But for most things, their memory is etched in my brain. I have no need of the physical items to reminds me anymore. So I threw them mostly all away. 13 boxes (moving boxes) worth of stuff… whittled down to 1 box and a duffle bag of my arts and crafts stuff. I still have 2 or 3 boxes to go thru but these boxes were in my closet, thus making it impossible for me to store… i dunno… CLOTHING… so now that’s alleviated. We did come across the folder from the clinic where I got my d&c back in 99. I didn’t realize how much that still REALLY hurt. I flipped through it and started to cry. A lot. And he held me, quietly and told me it was okay… and that our future was bright REGARDLESS. But still, and more importantly, he let me cry to him. I hadn’t cried to anyone about it. All those tears I kept to myself mostly. But he let me do it. And when I was done, allowed me to go back to normal so I wouldn’t stay in self pity mode all day. We accumulated 5 bags of clothing to send down to the folks in Louisiana, Alabama and Mississippi and threw away a lot of old baggage.

My room is starting to look easier and easier to pack up… and that was the goal. Hallelujah!

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Time Warner Cable Sucks

Time Warner Cable Sucks

Cause they do. I have a GLORIOUS 3 1/2 day weekend and nothing but fly experiences to write about and what happens? The brand new modem that TWC installed is blinking one light on and off (there are 4 people)… meaning, I better remember everything that happened and be just as excited when I write about it anew. So they told me Monday, they’d send a technician on Thursday. Great. What a seriousl disconnect. I live and breathe through this thing we call internet. I really felt so detached. But the Gods that rule over internet connection blessed me tonight and I manage to have some connection at all. I figured I’d blog everything separate in teh case that folks had different things they wanted to chime in about.

My comment at this time is that Time Warner Cable sucks… and it’s a got dayumed shame I don’t have an alternative… except dialup (which isn’t an alternative at all…) and nothing… during which I would shrivel up and blow away in about 2 weeks.

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