tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233797312024-03-14T04:36:45.131-05:00Pop:Lock LifeLife is Love.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01706515709098312350noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-45104077227210382872011-11-11T19:51:00.002-05:002018-06-07T18:36:10.433-05:00The Best Theater Experience Ever.I've recently become obsessed with this show called Sleep No More. It's an interactive, dance/theater extravaganza staged in a 5 story warehouse in Manhattan, and the story is loosely based on MacBeth and Hitchcock's film Rebecca. The audience chooses its own adventure and decides what they would like to see (or not).
The first time i went, it was with a friend and we tried to stay together...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-27320718128462213132008-09-15T23:30:00.002-05:002008-09-15T23:31:54.733-05:00Intuition.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } DSC02779.JPG, originally uploaded by damali101. He's the sweetest boy ever, but most times, he's got 2 left feet. Our weekly outing to the Clifton Skate Zone seemed like a good opportunity to take an hour and go to the gym.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-12751162332996421372008-09-03T09:30:00.001-05:002008-09-03T09:30:27.293-05:00US Open 2008.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Serena Williams, originally uploaded by meslither. As i've posted before in this blog, I love sports. American football has always been my favorite to watch but in recent years, i've really gotten into watching baseball, Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-51366692562694002162008-09-02T21:29:00.003-05:002008-09-02T21:35:13.567-05:00What a difference 10 days makes.Like Lauryn said: I was hopeless now i'm on Hope Road.yes, i am. hope. for something different, better. i mean there will still be alot of pain in the meantime...alot of loneliness and tears but maybe....maybe. and i really do understand 'maybe'. i know he thinks i don't...that i think 'maybe' means 'definitely'. yeah ok i used to be like that but i'm good with 'maybe' now. at least i have a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-39645649903562205922008-08-21T09:21:00.004-05:002008-08-22T13:08:41.163-05:00The Winds of ChangeIf I had no more timeNo more time left to be hereWould you cherish what we had?Was it everything that you were looking for?If I couldn't feel your touchAnd no longer were you with meI'd be wishing you were hereTo be everything that I'd be looking forI don't wanna forget the present is a giftAnd I don't wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me'Cause Lord only knows another day is Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-24444026916956177672008-08-20T11:49:00.003-05:002008-09-04T08:49:08.982-05:00It's Times Like These...when i wish i had a female best friend. Someone i could call and talk to...all the females that i'm close to are scattered. dawn is in israel. stef is too busy to have time for any sustained contact most of the time. one sister is 1000 miles away. another one has basically pushed me away. so that leaves me with no one really. no one who really understands me and how i feel about things. no one toAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-46914000163448551472008-08-17T07:17:00.001-05:002008-08-21T10:26:31.141-05:00I Am a Writer.Hello, my name is Damali and I'm a writer. That may seem like a small statement but it's huge to me. To believe and know that about myself has taken many many years. People would say "you're a writer" and i'd dispute it because i am not published...because no one has ever paid me to do it. But i understand now that it doesn't matter. I write. I create. therefore, i AM a writer. and i do want to Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-53350885819993626292008-07-01T09:41:00.003-05:002008-07-01T09:48:30.067-05:0037.Today.The 2 children that love me gave me a stuffed bear this morning that they were saving since January...just for this day. They continue to amaze and dazzle me every day of my life.The 3 adults that love me all called at about the same time this morning to wish me well.My life overflows with blessings and i've been reminded of that today...so then why am i melancholy? why am i happy and Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-809081891892279142008-06-17T08:59:00.002-05:002008-06-17T10:24:26.210-05:00I want to talk about Zora.USPS Black Heritage - Zora Neale Hurston, originally uploaded by deedeeq5724."Sometimes I feel discrimated against but it doesn't make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company! It is beyond me." - Zora Neale Hurston, 1891 - 1960When I first saw the syllabus for my Oral Traditions in Literature class and noticed that Their Eyes Were Watching God wasAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-71199014242065484212008-06-10T08:37:00.002-05:002008-06-10T08:42:33.621-05:00Untitled PoemHe hangs out behind my eyelidslike this little genie perched on a magic carpetsmiling.in each blinking milli-instant of darknessi see him waving at me.imagine the shenanigans when i've retired for the night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-39449455674873208322008-05-11T23:16:00.003-05:002008-11-13T03:27:34.905-05:00Happy Mother's Day7:30 am Sunday morning. My son Marius taps me on the shoulders to wake me. "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy. Look!", he whispered in my ear. My eyes followed in the direction that he pointed and I saw the tray on the bed.Best gift I ever received. He's so amazing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-69988778456962242202008-05-04T21:49:00.002-05:002008-05-04T21:52:17.615-05:00Crutches Suck.I've only had to use them for 2 days so far and i already despise them. I despised them after like 1 hour. People stare at you with pity. ok i don't really care about that part but under my arms...it hurts. my palms...they hurt. so then today i had the brilliant idea to just switch to one crutch to support the tender foot...ok but now the 'good foot' is hurting cuz i spent the whole fucking day Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-86608179901828160012008-04-29T23:07:00.004-05:002008-04-29T10:08:07.293-05:00The Dangers of Intellectual Property3 people are trapped in a room that is locked from the outside. the only way out is through a hatch that is too high for anyone to reach. Collectively, the 3 of them possess the tools to escape from the room but they've spent the last 5 hours arging over who will get credit for the escape once they are outside.Gene, who knew how to build a ladder out of the pile of wood and nails in the corner ofAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1520543153053452322008-04-21T22:07:00.005-05:002008-04-21T22:23:59.675-05:00I Know Why The Caged Bird Doesn't Write.i don't write because i'm afraid to be wrong. well not wrong, but at the very least, incoherent. or unorganized. unstructured. i erroneously perceive my own free writing as something that needs editing. or pre-planning. or fuck it, even paragraphs. and i'm sure that this stifles my creativity...this need to write right. to have every utterance be brilliant and profound. it can't be like that Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-26084589205017174192008-04-17T10:28:00.002-05:002008-04-17T10:40:39.813-05:00That's How I Feel Sometimes.you knowi almost made this long posthereabout how when people say theylove methen leave me, that they really didn't mean itthat they don't know what love iscuz they don't love the way i lovebut i know that ain't fairso i didn't butthat's how i feel sometimes...i almost did some things outta spitejust to rebel against what is expected of mejust to turn my nose up and my pockets outat the worldnot Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-19837920083355836662008-03-29T20:09:00.001-05:002008-03-29T20:10:51.749-05:00Earth Hour 2008Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-83324401564425032102008-03-27T09:36:00.003-05:002008-03-27T10:03:29.988-05:00It Takes a Nation of Maple to Bring Me BackMaple, originally uploaded by damali101.I wish i'd known years ago that a place as fabulous as Montreal was only a 6.5-hour drive away.People who know me personally are probably tired of hearing me drone on about how great it is but i can't stop won't stop. So here's my definitive list of why i love Montreal:1. The People: you think i talk about Montreal too much? ask a Quebecois about their cityAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-34180874348798738822008-02-04T22:51:00.000-05:002008-02-04T23:04:58.532-05:00As If I Needed Any ProofIn the future, when going to the barbershop on a Sunday, I'll make sure to get there early. A Sunday barber is such a rare occurrence that many come from far and wide, children in tow, to get a seat.Marius and I waited for a long time. His patience held up quite well, considering. Perhaps in a moment of boredom, he began to study his hands. Yes, a sure sign of boredom. After a while, he Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-89587753031426218522008-01-25T14:23:00.000-05:002008-01-25T14:31:51.405-05:00The Worst FeelingYou call someone you love and they answer the phone. Their voice is all chipper. Well not exactly chipper but at the least, upbeat. When you say hello and they realize it's you, their tone drops into a low and dejected "hey". All of the blood drains from your face. Your heart stops. You feel like you've been stabbed and punched simultaneously. I always want to just hang up in that moment. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-19558263889655677382008-01-17T15:45:00.000-05:002008-01-17T15:50:42.250-05:00Office HaikuAll my good pens: gonePeople leave the shitty ones.Crazy glue next time....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-71950735467878224572008-01-17T09:18:00.000-05:002008-01-17T09:25:51.279-05:00The Value of Decision MakingI can't stand it when people don't want to make decisions. They are afraid to say A or B or C. Instead, they opt for just letting whatever happens happen. And of course, when that thing that happens isn't to their liking, they fucking complain. It takes alot of courage to say "this is what i'm going to do and how i will handle it" and then stick to it AND accept the consequences of it. But Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-37591101356467676742008-01-08T09:49:00.000-05:002008-01-08T09:51:47.819-05:00Recon.Sometimes my coworker enlists me for my eavesdropping services. i sit closer to her boss than she does and can sometimes hear phone convos. generally, i get a covert text message from Coworker asking 'Who is Boss talking to? what's being said?' Then i tune my highly trained ears onto the convo and report back via IM.it's fun. i feel like a real spy. like on TV and movies.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-84385199777267989262008-01-03T10:38:00.000-05:002008-01-03T10:49:34.844-05:00Back to Life; Back to RealityEven though i came to work during those days between Christmas and New Year's, it still felt like a vacation. I wore jeans, came in late, left early, didn't do hardly any damn work. It was great. Being back this week for really real...it's hard to get back in the groove. One of my coworkers who sits near me got engaged over the holidays. She's been dating her boyfriend for 7 years, waiting for Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-29549167056188568532007-12-17T13:41:00.000-05:002007-12-17T16:31:28.162-05:002007 Recap.This is new for me. I don't think i've ever really sat down and thought about a past year and written down reflections on it. Having a blog will do that to ya, i guess. So much happened to me this year. Dizzying heights and depressing lows. Which is part of the reason that i constantly reject it when people say that i'm lucky. I'm no more lucky than anyone else. Just because i win stuff sometimesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-74533638836161943462007-12-11T21:42:00.000-05:002007-12-11T22:08:55.852-05:00Today, I wanted to quit.Today, as i walked down the street after my final exam, crying in the rain, i wanted to quit. i wanted to quit school. i'm pretty sure i barely passed the final, i made a fool of myself in front of my professor and the class by crying through half the damn test...what kinda idiot cries during an exam? i know i'm not gonna quit but i wanted to. i'm just so tired. tired of studying and tired of Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5