Year: 2014

Conscious Consumerism

Keep this in mind as you go about shopping the holiday sales: How are you spending your money? Don’t talk to me about high unemployment or institutional racism or housing discrimination. Don’t talk to me about some big corporate giant that is making its execs wealthy off the backs of poor, working people while you spend every dime you earn with those same companies. Don’t want to hear a thing about it until we finally realize that the African-American community has within its purse, pocket and wallet the very means to address many of the problems that plague it…and then do something about it. If you are not a part of the solution, you are a part of the problem. If you will not provide the missing piece of the puzzle, you are contributing to the jumbled mess. Either we will buy our freedom or pay for our own oppression, I say. They want to talk about affirmative action. They want to talk about corporate greed. I want to talk about conscious consumerism. They want to …

Our Humanity Is Worth More Than Their Bottom Line

I hadn’t planned on updating my blog yet. I’ve had something else in the works but wasn’t ready to release it yet. But in the wake of this disgusting, though unsurprising, decision not to indict Darren Wilson, I had to disrupt my plans. We all know the stat…every 28 hours a black person is killed at the hands of police, security, or vigilantes…and apparently, no one is culpable for those deaths except the victims themselves. I mean the media goes to ridiculous lengths to sway public opinion of these black victims by denigrating their characters — “thug,” “no angel,” “possible gang affiliation,” “alleged drug use,”—while excusing their murderers. Hell, white mass-murderers have gotten better biographical sketches than the many unarmed black victims. As we waited these past few days to hear the expected ‘no indictment’ decision, 3 more people* died at the hands of police, none of whom were armed.  In Cleveland, 12-year old Tamir Rice, was shot in the torso outside of a recreation center in the middle of the afternoon after allegedly reaching …

Disengaged but Reconnecting

I got an email today from Tumblr saying Happy 5th Birthday. It’s been five years since I started that blog–since I started blogging period. Which means it’s also been five years since I began a very transformative study abroad experience in Brazil, which was the very reason I began blogging so as to keep my family in touch with what I was doing and where I was–before I had smart phones and Whatsapp and Viber. So I decided to revisit my long abandoned Tumblr to see what it was I was going on about between Sep 2009 and Dec 2011. First of all, I had over 1000 posts! (I only have like 100 something on here) When I started on tumblr, it had fairly low usage, so people were really just writing or posting a personal image here and there. By the time I stopped using it (and part of the reason I stopped using it) it had turned into the twitter of blogging–>constant reposting of other people’s posts, most of which were just pretty pictures, quotes, gifs, or ridiculous youtube videos. Mind you, …

In the words of Ice Cube, Today was a good day…

Life has become complicated lately. A frustrating congregation of stressful events and one infuriatingly stagnant process. But today was a good day. A GREAT day. It started off with that gross feeling of not getting enough peaceful sleep–that achey, sore-eyed feeling that not even 2 cups of coffee can fix. It progressed into being somewhat productive: I learned how to hem clothing, and I shortened the pant legs of a new jumpsuit I haven’t been able to wear yet since it was dragging all over the ground. I also baked a two-layer fresh-strawberry cake frosted with strawberry puree buttercream. But the climax of the day was receiving the news I (we) had been waiting on for 6 MONTHS: that long awaited email from USCIS with the 2nd Notice of Action (NOA2). For anyone who knows how painstaking and exasperating the immigration process is, that text/email from USCIS with the NOA2 is THE best feeling, only surpassed by the final receipt of that prized visa in hand. So with regards to that, I think (I hope) …