Family Emergency

I have to take another blogging break. This time it has to do with my sister. I have a sister who is a lot older than me and her health has been getting bad over the last year. Her kidneys are failing and she has already had a transplant a little over a year ago.

Apparently her condition is getting worse. So since it's really just me and my sister, we have siblings from our dad's second and third marriages (long story) but I am her only whole sibling. So I'm going to visit her. My sister and I aren't close at all but maybe this is a chance for us to change that.

I don't know exactly how long I'm going to be gone. I suppose I will stay as long as my sister needs me.

And a word of warning, my sister's kidney failure is due to high blood pressure, so if you have HBP please manage it and if it's in your family please avoid getting it.

Anyway I'm going to be leaving this weekend. I have a friend of a friend who is going to house sit for me. I'm really happy about that. Initially I'm going to be taking vacation time from work and if need be I have a bunch of sick time I can use. I'm really lucky I work for a non-profit, I don't make as much as I could elsewhere but the benefits are great.

I will be back to blogging when I can. I don't expect all of you to keep checking back constantly so when I return I'll stop by your blogs and let you know I'm back.

Take care and I'm going to miss you all!

Au revoir pour le moment.

I wonder what ever happened to...

I had a friend in first grade and her name was Kajaka. In the middle of first grade she and her mom moved to California. The night before they left for California she and her mom spent the night at our house. I remember saying goodbye to her as she and her mom got in a cab for the airport the next morning.

After that her mom called a few times and I spoke to Kajaka. Eventually Kajaka and I lost touch. Every now and then I wonder what happened to my little first grade pal. I wonder where she lives, is she married with kids, is she a rocket scientist or maybe a school teacher?

I also wonder how my life might be different if she had not left N.Y. I wonder if we would have remained good friends, maybe even become best friends. I wonder if we would have gone to middle and high school together. I wonder if she would be my best friend right now.

I wonder if she eventually moved back to N.Y. and if maybe we walked past each other on the street and never even knew it or when I later lived in L.A. did we pass each other on a freeway.

Mainly though I just wonder and hope that where ever she is that she is okay.

I will never know.

But I remember my friend and every now and then I think of her and I guess I always will.

Do you ever wonder what about someone you once knew?

Don't worry Hillary, we love getting run over by busses

I have seen post after post and comment after comment on blog after blog talking about the race baiting Hillary and Bill Clinton have engaged in. I have seen people state how angry and disappointed they are with the Clintons. And in the next breath I have seen these same people state that if Hillary Clinton is the Democratic Nominee come this November, they will vote for her.

I wonder what the conversation between Bill and Hillary Clinton was like as they decided to use race baiting as their political strategy. I imagine it went something like this;

Bill - You know Hill, we can do a little race baiting since your campaign is sputtering a bit.

Hillary - But Bill, African Americans are our most loyal supporters. If we race bait we may lose their support in the general election.

Bill - Are you kidding me? (Hearty Laugh) If Martin Luther King, Jr. was the Republican Nominee African Americans still wouldn't vote for him. (Belly laugh) African Americans are afraid of Republicans!

Hillary - So you don't think there would be a political price to pay if we use race baiting as my political strategy?

Bill - (on the floor laughing) Hill, sweetheart, African Americans don't have any pride, haven't you seen the Flava of Love on VH1. We can say anything we want about them and they will still love us. Black people are more loyal than puppies. Oh sure a few of them might say how hurt they are but when the chips are down they will not vote for a Republican. In fact we could show up at a campaign rally in Blackface and they'd still vote for us, ahem, I mean you. (Crying from laughing so hard)

Hillary - Okay then Bill, let's do it! Race baiting it is! White House here we come!

I'm not trying to convince anyone to vote for John McCain or Barack Obama. I am just wondering how we, African Americans, will ever have any political power if we allow ourselves to be thrown under the bus time and time again. We have seen many a Democrat show us that they have little respect for our votes. And why would they, we give our votes to them with out expecting anything in return.

If Hillary Clinton is the Nominee, most African Americans will vote for her. Our political fate will be assured. We will be assured that the next time it's politically expedient, Hillary Clinton will throw us under the bus, again.

What do you think?

If Hillary Clinton is the Democratic Nominee should African Americans support someone else?

Mariah Carey - Vision of Love

Is there anything better than...

(photo courtesy EAT - MANGOES - NEKKID blog)

I wrote a post about passion a few weeks ago. I went on about how I don't really feel a passion for anything of late. And how at other times in my life I always had a passion. Well I forgot something and that thing is love.

I have a passion for love.

I have always had a passion for being loved and being in love. And I'm not, definitely not, talking about platonic love. I'm talking about passionate, fiery, head over heals, grown-up love! Now that's something I've had and something I want to have again.

When you find passionate love it demands your undivided attention. It makes you late for work, it makes you forget about your friends, it makes you talk on the phone for hours unend.



And when you are in love, every thing is love; food is love, a good film is love, a song is love, a book is love, a sunset is love, a walk in a park is love, a cranberry scone is love, everything is love!

Is there a higher calling than being in love? I don't think so.

So as I said I was wrong, I still do have a passion for something. I have a passion for being in love. And being in love is without a doubt better than anything!

Do you agree?

Is being in love better than anything?

Different sides of the same coin?

Is this...

really that much worse than this...

or this?

What do you think?

Is a White man mocking Black women really that much worse than a Black man doing it?

Bob Marley - Redemption Song