tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233797312011-11-11T19:57:28.904-05:00Life is Love.Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.comBlogger1601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-45104077227210382872011-11-11T19:51:00.002-05:002011-11-11T19:57:28.938-05:00

So 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...

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-27320718128462213132008-09-15T23:30:00.002-05:002008-09-15T23:31:54.733-05:00

.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.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-12751162332996421372008-09-03T09:30:00.001-05:002008-09-03T09:30:27.293-05:00

.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,

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-51366692562694002162008-09-02T21:29:00.003-05:002008-09-02T21:35:13.567-05:00

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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-39645649903562205922008-08-21T09:21:00.004-05:002008-08-22T13:08:41.163-05:00

If 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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-24444026916956177672008-08-20T11:49:00.003-05:002008-09-04T08:49:08.982-05:00

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 to

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-46914000163448551472008-08-17T07:17:00.001-05:002008-08-21T10:26:31.141-05:00

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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-53350885819993626292008-07-01T09:41:00.003-05:002008-07-01T09:48:30.067-05:00

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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-809081891892279142008-06-17T08:59:00.002-05:002008-06-17T10:24:26.210-05:00

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 was

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-71199014242065484212008-06-10T08:37:00.002-05:002008-06-10T08:42:33.621-05:00

He 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.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-39449455674873208322008-05-11T23:16:00.003-05:002008-11-13T03:27:34.905-05:00

7:30 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.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-69988778456962242202008-05-04T21:49:00.002-05:002008-05-04T21:52:17.615-05:00

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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-86608179901828160012008-04-29T23:07:00.004-05:002008-04-29T10:08:07.293-05:00

3 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 of

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1520543153053452322008-04-21T22:07:00.005-05:002008-04-21T22:23:59.675-05:00

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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-26084589205017174192008-04-17T10:28:00.002-05:002008-04-17T10:40:39.813-05:00

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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-19837920083355836662008-03-29T20:09:00.001-05:002008-03-29T20:10:51.749-05:00

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-83324401564425032102008-03-27T09:36:00.003-05:002008-03-27T10:03:29.988-05:00

Maple, 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 city

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In 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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-89587753031426218522008-01-25T14:23:00.000-05:002008-01-25T14:31:51.405-05:00

You 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.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-19558263889655677382008-01-17T15:45:00.000-05:002008-01-17T15:50:42.250-05:00

All my good pens: gonePeople leave the shitty ones.Crazy glue next time....

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-71950735467878224572008-01-17T09:18:00.000-05:002008-01-17T09:25:51.279-05:00

I 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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-37591101356467676742008-01-08T09:49:00.000-05:002008-01-08T09:51:47.819-05:00

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.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-84385199777267989262008-01-03T10:38:00.000-05:002008-01-03T10:49:34.844-05:00

Even 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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-29549167056188568532007-12-17T13:41:00.000-05:002007-12-17T16:31:28.162-05:00

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 sometimes

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-74533638836161943462007-12-11T21:42:00.000-05:002007-12-11T22:08:55.852-05:00

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

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-18370852008867452102007-12-03T11:48:00.000-05:002007-12-03T14:04:17.919-05:00

Dear Visa,I want to talk about our relationship. Yes, I know you hate that, but hear me out. We’ve been together for a long time, and for the most part, I’ve been happy with you. You’ve been there for me in the tough times when I really needed you. But this stunt you pulled last week is just unforgiveable. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about…sneaking in another $3000 on my card in

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-91679189951290360022007-11-27T21:50:00.000-05:002007-11-27T22:08:57.828-05:00

type Atype bfrom heaven to helveticathe words fly thru meto youthe words wrap and envelopethe words are my handsthey hug youthe bottom part of the g strokes your faceever so gently(don't make j jealous)0 kisses you openly while p lies pronec cradles you while you sleep s shapedsince i can't.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-85080914161638405392007-11-13T15:25:00.001-05:002008-11-13T03:27:35.430-05:00

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-33406474226339098672007-11-12T21:33:00.000-05:002007-11-12T21:53:21.056-05:00

For the last 7 years, my sons have not lived with me....they lived with their father. i had them part-time, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing...at first. Ideally, i think it's great for boys to be able to live with their father. That's an important bond that needs to be nurtured. Not to say that girls don't need their dads...of course they do. But the father/son thing is different. I

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-60645550478155186212007-11-08T22:09:00.000-05:002007-11-08T22:26:45.872-05:00

I've always had a love|hate relationship with reality shows. Mostly because i feel most of them are scripted and fake and have very little to do with actual reality. A few of the creativity based ones are ok like Project Runway and Top Chef. The contestants are actually learning valuable skills to help them succeed after the show is over. But shit like The Bachelor? or any show where men/women

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-29297824983049653672007-10-31T06:36:00.001-05:002008-11-13T03:27:35.920-05:00

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-74262903845741837982007-10-28T19:55:00.000-05:002007-10-28T21:29:58.495-05:00

He's only been playing for a month and he's absorbing it like a sponge. He's really good at reading music and his neck muscles are slowly adapting to the weight of the saxophone. I am so extremely proud of him...

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-15141152800125304232007-10-22T22:37:00.002-05:002008-06-17T15:05:54.824-05:00

Kanye West - (24th May 2004), originally uploaded by andrewkendall.it's hard as hell to find a full-on photo of him smiling without any sunglasses on. even tho this is fake and posed, it's lovely.But before i talk about Ye Ye, i had a neat dinner tonite. Ants on a Log. (don't even know why i want to write about this but fukk it, i'm writing) so yeah, Ants on a Log. Celery with peanut butter and

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-17208971078726629782007-10-08T21:17:00.000-05:002007-10-08T21:27:50.203-05:00

I'm a sports fan. More specifically, I'm a football fan. Even more specifically, I'm a Philadelphia Eagles fan. But I can watch and enjoy almost any sport except for ice hockey and boxing. In the last 4 years, i've sort of become a baseball fan. More specifically a NY Mets fan. Having two New York teams to pick from, I've sided with the Mets for two main reasons: 1. They're the underdogs.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-84753905972099500262007-10-05T12:41:00.001-05:002007-10-05T12:41:57.370-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } DSC01758.JPG, originally uploaded by damali101. She's 57 now. I took this photo on her birthday a few weeks ago. In my opinion (and hers) it's the prettiest photo of her i've ever seen. When i look at it, i notice mostly

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-21536379918396404382007-09-28T13:45:00.000-05:002007-09-28T13:51:10.624-05:00

Two protests, two different outcomes. But i think both were predictable.I'm very happy that Mychal Bell was released this week and hopefully it means he will get a fair trial here on out (doubt it, tho). But i'm sad that the brave folks in Myanmar are being forced to pay the ultimate price for their potential freedom. Sadly, their deliverance may not come any other way.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-62850950299168651442007-09-24T11:22:00.000-05:002008-11-13T03:27:36.171-05:00

There are many who argue that protesting is a useless tool when seeking change in America. The impact of the recent Jena 6 protests remains to be seen but there is no doubt that the events in Myanmar today will have far reaching effects.The sight of those monks lined up to lead the rally against the inhumane practices of their militaristic government fills my soul with hope. This is a beacon to

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-87055191198418785442007-09-19T13:50:00.000-05:002007-09-19T13:53:01.548-05:00

They won't hear you, though. Ex-Factor.It could all be so simpleBut you'd rather make it hardLoving you is like a battleAnd we both end up with scarsTell me, who I have to beTo get some reciprocityNo one loves you more than meAnd no one ever willIs this just a silly gameThat forces you to act this wayForces you to scream my nameThen pretend that you can't stayTell me, who I have to beTo get some

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-91866137616086309242007-09-18T21:30:00.000-05:002007-09-18T21:32:48.886-05:00

I was watching a program this evening, and out of nowhere, two of the characters had the following dialogue:Sonny: It's not gonna be easy.Kate: Nothing in life worth having ever is...I was like wtf?!?! WHAT I TELL Y'ALL!!!

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-20136333613458494662007-09-17T22:15:00.000-05:002007-09-18T21:33:10.121-05:00

That's been my mantra for the last 2 and a half years. In some ways, I think that phrase is the true meaning of life. That we have to work hard for the things that we want. That as soon as we look for the easy way, we've already lost. Victory is in the challenge; the journey.But sadly, i've realized that most people are fucking cowards.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-67631724183999718652007-09-07T05:48:00.000-05:002007-09-07T20:59:51.887-05:00

It's hard to find words to describe what this night meant to me. I was in the front row w/Mr. Walt from the Beatminerz. We were minding our own business, dancing and jamming, when P comes over to our side of the stage and politely asks if anyone would possibly like to dance with him. Of course, I curtsied and offered my assistance. He accepted.The rest is her-story.Part 1Part 2

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-424050735542671362007-08-30T21:45:00.000-05:002007-08-30T22:03:50.184-05:00

other photos.gotta pack to catch a plane to London tomorrow.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-36724128787291649962007-08-22T22:35:00.002-05:002010-08-28T22:35:18.392-05:00

The children on the left are both 10 years old. The children on the right are 11 and 9. The children on the left live in a one-room shack without running water or concrete floors. The children on the right live in a 3-bedroom apartment with a shower and wall-to-wall carpeting. The children on the left sleep on the floor at home. The children on the right have bunkbeds from Ikea w/fluffy pillows

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-65689917408778192592007-07-10T13:06:00.000-05:002008-11-13T03:27:36.809-05:00

When those 3 unknown kids signed on to do the film Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, they probably had no idea what they were getting into...that this film would change their lives forever...that children (and adults!) all over the world would "worship" them... And now they are super-rich teenagers plugged into a literary and film phenomenon so colossal that they can easily retire from the

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-87331907478567500642007-07-10T09:36:00.001-05:002007-07-10T09:49:11.449-05:00

In my fantasies, I own an iPhone. Steve Jobs calls me personally on it and tells me how i will get free upgrades for life just because i'm such a loyal customer. Commuters ooh and ahhh on the train as i brazenly play with it's touchscreen.In real life, I look at photos of celebrities holding it. I salivate while watching news reports on it. I smile inside at the marketing genius of Apple Inc.You

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-67828401976178420902007-07-05T10:49:00.000-05:002007-07-05T10:54:12.870-05:00

This is a verse from my favorite song (right now): Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. It inspires me to write and today, I have begun. I'm writing a short fictional story called Furlough and I might post some of it here soon. We'll see.Now if she'd only write a song called Unpacking, i might actually get it done.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-33481236084059687372007-07-03T09:10:00.000-05:002007-07-03T09:31:24.410-05:00

When I was a child, I used to be so super-excited about my birthday. For the entire month of June, it was all i could talk about or think about. I would tell EVERYONE that it was coming up. The night of June 30, i could barely sleep. It was my day tomorrow: me. mine. Everyone was gonna celebrate the fact that i was born and give me hugs and toothy smiles and presents. I wondered what kind of

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-34071636935576592962007-06-29T20:41:00.000-05:002007-06-30T04:44:08.806-05:00

Please excuse the bad lighting and sound. I'm new at this videoblogging stuff. I'm just trying to be like Miss Princess.

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On Thurs, June 21st I "ran" my first "marathon": The JP Morgan Chase Corporate Challenge. To clarify, I walked most of the way (jogged a little bit) AND it was only 3.5 miles but hey, i'd never done anything like this before...it was a huge accomplishment for me. I was so nervous and worried that i'd fall out halfway thru the race. (It was actually a real race; i simply did not want to come in

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-38791453423976646132007-06-26T10:36:00.000-05:002007-06-26T11:21:49.888-05:00

-I tend to completely ignore flat shoes. Other than flip flops, it never occurs to me to wear them. I see other women wearing them and they all look nice, but i've somehow convinced myself that the arch in my foot is too high to comfortably tolerate them. I must be wearing some sort of incline/heel. Mind you, no doctor has ever informed me of this. I just happen to subscribe to the same sort

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-57554881742338500822007-06-25T09:00:00.000-05:002007-06-25T09:15:21.586-05:00

I'm trying to do work, but i can't. I can feel this bubble of anxiety growing at the bottom of my stomach. I'm doing my best to hold it back. I haven't spoken to my children at all since Thursday. I've called and called and called their father's house all weekend and no one answers. I've called at least 10 times this morning. My son Milan has a cellphone that I bought for him, but it goes

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-80870359190595110942007-06-21T21:59:00.001-05:002008-11-13T03:27:38.139-05:00

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } lonely ball, originally uploaded by Tijs van Bragt. have you ever wished you could erase everyone's memory of you? that you could reset the way they see you and what they think of you? start fresh.i want that thing that the

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-55621308270483308402007-06-13T16:19:00.001-05:002007-06-13T16:22:01.483-05:00

First born, originally uploaded by damali101.For the whole week. His first trip away from home without his family. I dropped him off on Sunday morning at the school. I don't think i was as nervous as some of the other parents. I fussed over him a little but only because he had forgotten to put on deodorant, so i made him go in the bathroom, rectify that situation and change the funky t-shirt.It

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Reason #4,080 why New York is the greatest city in the world...Japan Day festival!I was so excited to read about this in Time Out New York and it did not disappoint. In fact, it far exceeded my expectations. There was an entire day planned with stage performances, karaoke contest, anime costume contest and karate demonstrations. There were also stations all around the perimeter. Robots and video

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-17600080416998813632007-05-30T21:30:00.001-05:002007-05-30T21:32:04.189-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Robin Thicke @ Yahoo! Music 1, originally uploaded by emayoh. It's really sad. tragic even. His voice sounds amazing on his album but when he performs, i'm like ew. voice coach, stat. BUT.he writes great song lyrics...I

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-7806702312394877012007-05-28T19:58:00.001-05:002007-05-28T20:02:30.393-05:00

Probably more than anything else i've ever written about. This kid lives a pop lock life in Nagoya, Japan. Every night, he and his friends hang out in front of an office building and just dance. all night. dancing. he seemed like he was adding on a little extra for my camera, though...

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-87803068694167070682007-05-23T09:11:00.002-05:002011-03-28T21:30:18.905-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } For the second time, I'm attempting to read James Baldwin's Giovanni's Room. It's a part of my new Summer Reading Initiative, which is simply me attempting to pay some more-than-cursory attention to the the books that i own

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-10090347177438527562007-05-20T10:56:00.000-05:002007-05-20T10:58:21.879-05:00

I don't feel like writing about Japan anymore. Here are the rest of the photos I took w/stories and descriptions: http://www.flickr.com/photos/damali/sets/72157600136818833/detail/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/damali/sets/72157600166639975/detail/i also have a bunch of videos on youtube under my screenname damali. just do a search and you'll find them

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Most people who know me know that breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. So imagine my sheer joy upon finding out that Yumi arranged for us to have complimentary breakfast buffet at the hotel for each day of our trip! We had to be down to breakfast by 7am since our tour day was starting promptly at 8:00. The layout was amazing. I didn't get a photo of it because i needed two hands to carry

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-45454876690481247662007-05-08T21:48:00.000-05:002008-11-13T03:27:39.908-05:00

Water, snacks and a white-gloved driver greeted us as we loaded into the van for the long drive to Kyoto. I fought off sleep as hard as I could...i was like a little kid that didn't want to miss a moment of her favorite program that doesn't come on until midnight. But the seduction of sleep was too overwhelming...i succumbed after only seeing 10 minutes or so of Osaka at night. The

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When we broke thru the clouds after 14 hours, my heart was beating so fast. Queena and I kept saying to each other "oh my god! We're actually going to Japan!"... i mean there it was right outside the window. it was real. a real place. not just on the news or in a magazine. or a sweepstakes. or an idea. or an itinerary. or a map. it was FOR REAL. Just thinking of how as little girls, we would

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-5299112560962854362007-05-02T23:40:00.000-05:002008-11-13T03:27:41.443-05:00

I guess we'll see if i can remember them all... A week ago, I returned from the trip of a lifetime. An experience I will never forget...i hope. So to ensure my lasting memory, i will attempt, over the next few weeks, to record as many memories as i possibly can. Here goes...friend. cousin. me. sister. Detroit Metro airport. there's nothing to do there but shop and eat so we decided to eat.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-21909922054663501132007-04-19T22:12:00.000-05:002008-11-13T03:27:42.517-05:00

8:30 am. I'm pissed off because i'm hungry and i'm at work. A normal person would have taken the day off. But noooo not me. Instead i'm stuck behind my desk scrambling to get everything done so that i can leave on-time at 330pm and start getting ready for my trip to Japan930am: Hmmmmmm....I've got this fruit & yogurt parfait from Starbucks. It better be good cuz i'm hungry as hell!9:32am:

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-43867793812997085192007-04-19T11:51:00.001-05:002007-04-19T12:20:02.289-05:00

Gion Higashi Kouta　祇園東小唄, originally uploaded by mboogiedown.so much to do and so much will go undone....i will not sleep tonite which is fine becuz then that should make it easier to sleep on the plane.I'm working on a photo journal of my final day of preparations for my trip. this is kinda fun... i should be posting it later tonite. i want to do some videoblogging too so i may work on that

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-91380383035382165382007-04-17T13:13:00.000-05:002007-04-19T12:09:29.743-05:00

The dogs greet me, I descendinto their world of fur and tonguesand then my wife and I embraceas if we'd just closed the doorin a motel, our two girls slip inbetween us and we're all sayingeach other's names and the dogsBuster and Sundown are on their hind legs,people-style, seeking more love.I've come home wanting to toucheveryone, everything; usually I turn the key and they're all lostin food or

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-27425906262976052812007-04-16T23:05:00.000-05:002007-04-16T23:16:28.507-05:00

Massacre. 32 dead. students. teachers. campus.It just hurts. it just hurts. and it makes me hate guns more than i ever have. the terrible pain all those families must be in... to me, schools are sacred, holy places. infinitely more than any church. hopes and dreams live and thrive within those walls and people's lives often change forever after having passed thru them. i have class on Wednesday

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-38282996555764766812007-04-15T15:53:00.000-05:002007-04-15T17:49:22.795-05:00

New Jersey, New York, Pennyslvania and surrounding areas have had a month's worth of rain in the last 14-hours. But don't fear: our ace reporter, Marius, is on the case. He gives us the lastest update on the Nor'Easter Storm (otherwise known as the "Nor-Typhoon".)Marius reports: Tags: Kid News, news reports

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So I've decided on the gifts that i will bring to Japan. It will be something sweet and tasty and not able to be bought outside of the U.S....no not Hideki Matsui! Girl Scout Cookies! I think my hosts will love them. And if they don't, I can eat them. It's a win-win.Now back to "Godzilla". I had mentioned to co-workers that i was trying to think of gifts and they were like "you gotta bring Yankee

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-14836961671402233632007-04-11T16:18:00.000-05:002007-04-15T16:35:26.286-05:00

bright lights, originally uploaded by thericerocket26."The journey from Kamakura to Kyoto takes twelve days. If you travel for eleven but stop with only one day remaining, how can you admire the moon over the capital? " - Nichiren DaishoninThe journey from Newark, NJ to Kyoto will take only about 18 hours so I guess I don't feel so bad...Thinking about this upcoming trip oftentimes makes me feel

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-10116848407885052022007-04-10T23:28:00.000-05:002007-04-10T23:39:52.302-05:00

I got off work early today and decided to head down to a lounge on campus, find a comfy chair and read my book for class. I knew i wouldn't get shit done if i went straight home...anyway, a quote from Socrates really threw me for a loop:"For let me tell you, gentlemen, that to be afraid of death is only another form of thinking that one is wise when one is not; it is to think that one knows what

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-86979162830130894342007-04-09T11:16:00.001-05:002007-04-09T11:24:20.064-05:00

2 RunDMC flyer, originally uploaded by The Canon Rattman.RUN'S HOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUSE!!!!!Before I write about my beloved legends, I gotta send a huge shoutout to Flickr. I love love love their site. Not only do they make it easy and fun to archive your own photos, you have access to zillions of other photos that you can use in blogs. There's even a handy button above every photo that says "

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Death of Socrates, originally uploaded by Maulleigh. More specifically, The Last Days of Socrates. Thankfully, I only have to read one piece in that book, The Apology. There just wasn't time to read it this weekend with

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-62599040435739234202007-04-08T00:24:00.001-05:002007-04-08T00:25:40.291-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } pestulent poser, originally uploaded by Mr. Mark. I can't believe it's this soon. I'm ready but i'm not ready. It still doesn't seem real...Winning this trip in a sweepstakes is definitely among the top three Most

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-22848942548836119602007-04-03T18:15:00.000-05:002007-04-08T22:57:47.695-05:00

I used to do radio. And I loved it. Being on the other side of that wall...knowing that i'm speaking and unseen people are listening...it was heady and lovely and intoxicating. Every week i would walk into the station and see those microphones there and the control board and i'd just get excited. The only thing that would make me more excited was when listeners would call in to react to what

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-28792152252120920912007-01-04T21:21:00.000-05:002008-11-13T03:27:43.135-05:00

Caught in mid-stride, GianTess pauses to admire the view of the city she's traveled millions of miles to find...Sunset from my pillow..

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i found this joint in particular to be so powerful. i wanted to re-view it thru a slightly revised lens, an' i hope that ain' against the rules.the obvious alteration is of course, the sucking out of the colour. counterintuitive tho' it might be in light of the subject matter, i felt that the colourful classroom artwork (and they lil' outfits) were vibrant enough to just slightly overpower the

Jehan Col'brainnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1162790679925663512006-11-06T00:13:00.000-05:002006-11-06T00:24:39.946-05:00

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I'm smart. I like food. So of course I'd be interested in a food that will make me even smarter. AND healthier. Pyschology Today has a great article on why we should all be eating blueberries. Here's a snippet:There's a revolution going on. And it's not being fought with guns and bombs but with garden-variety fruits and vegetables.Call it the 'smart-food revolution.' It has to do with the

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"Never for an instant forget the effort to renew your life, to build yourself anew. Creativity means to push open the heavy, groaning doorway of life itself. This is not an easy task. Indeed, it may be the most severely challenging struggle there is. For opening the door to your own life is in the end more difficult than opening the door to all the mysteries of the universe. " - Daisaku Ikeda,

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1155431361198480352006-08-12T20:00:00.000-05:002006-08-12T20:20:01.093-05:00

I was starting to think I wasn't going to win anything ever again. The last time i won a sweepstakes was in January. I won a year subscription to my favorite magazine, GAMES. Then i didn't win any for a long, long time. I mean I spend about an hour a day entering them and deal with lots of spam but every now and then there's a payoff.I win lots of little things like t-shirts, movie tickets,

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1155218187002320042006-08-10T08:46:00.000-05:002006-08-10T08:56:27.023-05:00

That does not make me want to buy a Snickers bar. (Neither do these.) It makes want to vomit. What were they thinking associating candy with a surgical procedure? As a woman, the word hysterectomy immediately comes to mind. So if i bite into a Snickers bar, my uterus will fall out BUT I will no longer be hungry. Great.P.S. I wish i were this clever.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1155157686575776462006-08-09T19:04:00.000-05:002006-08-09T16:08:06.590-05:00

I just spoke to Pumpkin and he said his first day of school was awesome! And he didn't get detention! whew... I'm so glad he liked it. He was doing his homework when I called (they gave very little) so he's off to a good start.He did miss the school bus because he was confused about which bus to take home. So one of the teachers gave him a ride to the bus stop where his dad was waiting.

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1155134757425181202006-08-09T09:21:00.000-05:002006-08-09T22:39:33.550-05:00

As much as i enjoyed summer vacation, I could not WAIT for the first day of school. The smiling teachers, chattering kids, brand new textbooks... It was always an exciting day for me and it was the one day where i'd wake up before my mom just so i could pick out which of my new outfits I was gonna wear. I used to put extra vaseline on my face and arms to make sure i didn't get teased for being

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1155018466773855442006-08-08T01:05:00.000-05:002006-08-08T08:45:22.863-05:00

Watching Meshell Ndegeocello perform is like watching a flower blossom slowly.She starts out quiet and closed. Her mic is angled towards the band instead of the audience...She takes the stage without incident; no introductions, no warnings. She lets the band get started as she hangs back...shy. After some minutes, she starts to sing a little but then dons her hood in order to protect herself even

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1154650672731719052006-08-03T19:11:00.000-05:002006-08-03T19:21:09.530-05:00

Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a lovely village. She went to school every day, studied real hard and got good grades. But there was just one problem.Every day at 4pm, she walked a ways up the road to where there is always a small fire burning. Every day, as she passes by the old man, he tells her not to touch the fire. Every day, she walks right up to the fire and puts her hand

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1154531289267005362006-08-02T09:26:00.000-05:002006-08-02T10:09:27.960-05:00

I absolutely detest the word *Can't*. it's a copout. a crutch. i hate it when people use it because what they really mean is that they *won't* or *don't want to* do something. They are just afraid to say it that way. But yes, they are quite able to. We CAN do anything that we have a desire to do, if we want it badly enough. There's just no such thing as *can't*. Cuz it would be really easy for me

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1154484207507851482006-08-01T20:45:00.000-05:002006-08-01T21:56:31.816-05:00

I got this cd the other day and i was very excited to listen to it...this was my first time buying a CD in a very long time and i'd almost forgotten how much i enjoy liner notes...i read them all. all her thank you's (there were like 5 pages worth).. what struck me the most tho, were her photographs. she is so beautiful. and she just looks so happy and at peace. especially the one photo of her in

Damalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00591416703570615994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379731.post-1154316346672178612006-07-30T22:17:00.000-05:002006-07-30T22:25:46.686-05:00

My 10-year old son came to me today and told me there's a girl he likes and he wants to kiss her. I mean i'm happy as hell that he feels comfortable coming to me and talking about stuff like this and i hope i don't screw it up and make him think twice about it when he's older but i was hoping for at least another year before i had to start thinking of my sweet little boy wanting to win the

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Short stories are special. They are little tasty morsels of verbiage that are just right for when your time is limited. Or for when your imagination needs a boost. Its like eating 3 m&m's instead of a whole chocolate bar...you just wanted to taste the chocolate. Growing up an avid reader, i never really was interested in short stories. Chapter books were my thing. I don't know why though. One

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His territory is the northwest corner of 54th St and Park avenue. He always looks weary whether its 7am or 7pm. Long days for the sake of selling fruit come easy to him. And sell fruit, he does. He has many tools in his arsenal...the Slavic accent, the raggedy clothes, the unshaven beard, the pot belly...he oozes 'hard working-immigrant'...you cannot say no to him. You just want one banana? HA

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I can't stop listening to this song...In My Mind by Heather Headley Imagine seeing him on the town, holding another hand. She's staring me down so I figure that he told her who I am But it don't matter either way what they do or say 'cause ain't nothin' changed he's standin with her but his soul is callin' out my name. In my mind, I'll always be his lady. In my mind, I'll always be his girl.

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So I'm attending an office function tonite. Some guy here got promoted President of our European operations and his department is throwing a cocktail party in his honor at some swanky private social club. No dinner, just hors d'oeuvres. (i spelled that from memory; i hope its correct). Well as any broke mofo will tell you, one can most certainly get full off of hors d'oeuvres if you eat enough of

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I remember being a kid growing up during the Cold War era. In middle school, we were shown a film called The Day After (to our collective horror). Some of the images in that film are still burned into my mind to this day. According to the film, World War III would come in the form of various nuclear-powered countries obliterating the hell out of America and each other. I remember after seeing

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This is how I write:As I walked up to the lecture hall, I checked my syllabus to make sure i was in the right place. Intro to Black Studies, Room 415 Hamilton Hall, 4:45 pm. Yup. I'm good. I'd heard that the professor was Umamu Shaheed Alam. He's a dark-skinned, overweight man who tends to always be found in tailored suits, loafers and designer eyewear. I guess professors are more well-paid than

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