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Sunday, January 24, 2010

Things I miss about living in the city

Intercity public transportation: The trains, subways, and buses that run in the city run all the time, on a pretty frequent schedule. Living in the suburbs I have to schedule my life around a train that comes about once an hour, and doesn't run after midnight. This means when I go out on the weekend I have to make sure there is someone willing to take me back home after a night of partying (which rarely happens) or that there is someone's house I can crash at for the night. I can't just get up and go as much as I would like to when it comes to going out. Getting my license would alleviate most of this problem though.

Chinese food and pizza: When I lived in the city, I could order pizza or Chinese food until about 3am. Last night, I wanted some Chinese at 12:12am, and NOTHING was open. Also, in the city there were lots of places that delivered to my area, here, I don't have very many choices when it comes to delivering food.

Neighbors: You would think this would be the opposite. Most assume that friendly neighbors would be in the suburbs, and rude neighbors would be in the city. In my case however, its the complete opposite. There was a kind of morale that floated through my neighborhood in the city, block parties, shared barbecue off the grill. In my suburban neighborhood people just seem to keep to themselves - unless they have a problem - in which case instead of knocking on the door to share their grievances,they go directly to the condo association.

Things I like about the suburbs: cleaner, somewhat safer (the neighbors to our rear had their house broken into not too long ago).

I do love my house though. If I could pick up this house and put it in the city, I probably would.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Let's talk about "looting"

Many media outlets have been reporting looting incidents in Haiti grocery stores. I think the best way I've heard the ridiculousness of this explained is someone on twitter who said "If the Haitian people are looters, would the press describe Anne Frank as a squatter?"

Looting is what pirates do, plundering, gathering the spoils of war after they've made the ship's crew walk the plank. Looting is not taking food from an abandoned and damaged grocery store to feed your family while you are living in the streets after a natural disaster. They are surviving, not looting. The grocery stores aren't up and running, and if they were, I don't think many people grabbed their wallets while an earthquake was destroying their homes.

I find it hugely inappropriate to say that the people of Haiti are looting. They are gathering and obtaining what little resources that were left after the disaster. By definition (to engage in robbing or plundering, especially in a riot or war) I suppose this catastrophe can be compared to a time of riot or war, and the people's actions aligned with looting. So perhaps it's just the connotation the press is putting on "looting" that irks me. It is used in a sense that tries to criminalize people for taking food and water for survival.

I don't suggest all people without go and steal what they need. But this is such an extreme situation for the people in Haiti. I wouldn't even call this a "survival crime" (as is often attributed to homeless people who steal food), I'd just call this plain survival strategy in the face of a horrible disaster.

Friday, January 15, 2010

The 24th Birthday

I'd say my birthday celebration really started on Wednesday night. I came home from a business meeting to a birthday cake lit with 24 candles with my name on it. (Gotta love a thoughtful hubby) I received my gifts from him the night before also, some silver hoops and an ESPRESSO MAKER!! So, of course, although it was about 9:30 at night I had to try out my espresso maker by making some latte's. Needles to say, after having birthday cake and lattes at 10pm I wasn't able to go to sleep until about 1am.

Yesterday, on the actual day of my birth, I had a really nice day. Of course I was greeted with a barrage of Happy Birthday messages on twitter/facebook/text message. The weather was warmer and I was in a happy mood. My mom called me in the morning to sing Happy Birthday. In the afternoon my 2 year old god son called and gave his own rendition of "Happy Birthday" which pretty much consisted of "Happy Birthday LaNeshe" and "I love you too" in alternation lol. My coworkers surprised me by taking me out to lunch to this nice Italian restaurant. Great food, but no that great of service. We did happen to dine next to boxer Bernard Hopkins, so that was interesting.

In the evening my husband took me out to eat to Honey's Sit and Eat restaurant. The food was great and we had a really nice time. My birthday night ended with a lovely "Happy Birthday" serenade from my grandparents.

The birthday celebration isn't over yet! Tomorrow (Saturday) I'm going to see Avatar in 3-D and Imax during the day with the hubby, and then I'm going out to eat to this great Spanish restaurant with my friends and to a lounge/club afterward.

24 was/is a good birthday I must say.

Do I feel older? No, not at all, although 24 somehow sounds older than 23.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

See me naked, stop a bomb

There has been a lot of uproar recently about the full body scanners being used at airports. Some feel like it is too invasive of privacy. The images they take come out like this:

So you can see the outline of the body- breasts, penis and butt included.

My take on this is that I don't mind it. If the outline of my figure is going to be seen by a trained airport security professional so that I can get on a plane with no weapons or bombs concealed, I'll take it. So many people ask "What part of your privacy won't you give up in the spirit of 'security'?" I understand this sentiment when it comes to prying into personal information such as buying, web browsing and library book history, but my body, eh, there is nothing so secret there, we all have the same parts.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Heart

Can be torn, ripped, and shredded apart
Broken and belittled
It can stop.
or go too fast
Overwhelmed and overburdened
Like a gun
It's like a gun
Can kill or be killed
Guard it
Open it up
Hide it
Wear it on your sleeve
Sort those mixed messages through ventricles and valves


Monday, January 4, 2010

Don't fall into the melting pot

The United States of America is often called "The Great Melting Pot" society. But anyone with their eyes half open can see that everyone doesn't really melt, and when you don't, you're exiled out of the bowl and trashed. Who needs to melt anyway? People from all different cultures and backgrounds reside in America, and their cultural traditions should be preserved, not melted away into a fondue skewed version of life called the American Dream.

Don't get me wrong, I live in the U.S., and I generally love it, but I'd rather we be called "The Great Salad Bowl" of society. A situation where different people provide different elements that compliment each other, rather than different people being forced to all look, act, and think the same way - exiling those who don't fit the mold.

Acknowledging and appreciating everyone for their differences, rather than attempting to forcefully "melt" the differences away would do wonders to sooth the racial and cultural divisions in society today.

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