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Name: kel :)
Interests: Jesus-->the rocker of my socks..........
and you :)
Expertise: "What i like doing best is nothing...you know, just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."--Christopher Robin :)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
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Member Since:
11/2/2004
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| so, as you've probably heard, the state of Virgiana has recently passed
a resulution that is an official apology for slavery-->
http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/02/24/slavery.apology.ap/index.html
this si the only such statement of its type, and only one other state,
Missouri (whatwhat!) is currently considering just a similar bill.
so, Yes, sure-- this resolution is largely, symbolic. It is a statement. Theres not much more to it than its words.
& i know there are some cynics and some haters that are gonna say
bills like this a just bullshit lipservice and are empty meaningless
wastes of time and taxpayers money.
but, im sorry. i seriously disagree. I don't understand how someone who
honestly understand the horror and that was slavery and what followed
it, and was still exists in America, much less in the South could say
something like that.
Sure. I'm not a fool. It doesnt fix everything. but words have serious hurting and healing powers.
and these ones, this apology--well, even if it means nothing ot anyone
else out there --whether black, white, faded, browwn, yellow, gree,
blue, or purple-->at least it means something to me.
An excert from the article:
"The resolution says government-sanctioned slavery "ranks as the most
horrendous of all depredations of human rights and violations of our
founding ideals in our nation's history, and the abolition of slavery
was followed by systematic discrimination, enforced segregation, and
other insidious institutions and practices toward Americans of African
descent that were rooted in racism, racial bias, and racial
misunderstanding."
My oh My. The State of VA unanimously declared this.
somedays it might feel like the world is just going to hell....
but not today.
:)
small steps upward....
step
by
step
by
step....
:)
peace.
kel.
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| So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky!
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And If I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
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And nobody in all of Oz
No Wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!
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Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
just a few lyrics form WICKED! which i just saw the LA Cast perfom last night (for $20 not less!!)
and yes.
it was incredible.
amazing.
(and sure, i say this after most any time i ever to go to a theater, but all the same. it still was)
i bawled.
a couple of time.
it was just sooo crazy beautiful.
only thing that could have made it better would have been if my big
sissy would have been able to some see it with me--b/c she prob would
have loved it jsut as much as i did.
man. it was soo intensely beautiful.
wow.
while I wish that i could do Musical Theater for a living, cause i'm
soo grateful to God that other people do and that I'm so able to
appreciate it.
it was jsut beautiful.
crazzzy.
Oh. and I spent this last weekend fasting and in silence and solitude alone in the desert.
intense.
& i was jsut entirely enfolded in the Mysteries of God.
it rocked.
not a bad lead into Lent.
Today's Ash Wednesday.
WHoa.
I remember this day one year ago.
Time moves so fast.
My gospel choir performs tnonghiht. :) hopefully itll be sick.
at least it will be fun!
God bless
peace.
kel.
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| earlier tonight while i was trying to study for my religions of China
midterm i went through a 20minute period where this is all i could
think of.....
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Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese....(G.K. Chesterton)
& this sort of pains me, you know, that it goes so under appreciated-->cause dude. i like, really dig cheese;
swiss, munstard, goat (sort of bleh-ish), colby jack, pepperjack, jack, string, cheddar, asiago, paremesan,
& brie......
cheese, cheese, oh why do we neglect thee??
im sort of wierd...but im xanga-ing again...geuss you'll have to get over it
:)
peace.
kel.
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| so, I've been contemplating a xanga comeback tour.... i even gave my page a make-over, like, a month ago, and everything.....
so we shall see.
but who knows. i may punk out, and you wont get another entry form a girl like me for a whole nother year.....
but maybe you'll get one really soooooon!!
:)
but until then its final study time...
and sick time.
b/c i am sick.
but i wont complain about being sick because otehr than that, life and all that lays around me is quite beautiful from where i sit
:)
15 minute study-break over! back to my beautiful/effing books.....heehee
peace.
kel.
P.S.-- whoa..xanga has like changed a little bit since i've last been around... a slight bit discombobulated am i. | | |
| im back at SC....its awesome to
be back here with friends...its sort of weird to be bakc in classes and
stuff already but i think im gonna really like prettymuch all of my
classes.....
k, well i dont have too much to say now, cause im in a really relaxed, peaceful mood..
but i really wanted to post up
an excerpt from a book that i LOVE-->its by a northern irishman and
its perhaps one of my FAVEORTIE book ever....its Eureka Street by
Robert McLiam Wilson...it would greatly bohoove any of you to read
it...trust me; its incredible.....but anyway heres a little part from
it....
i was jsut thinking about L.A.
and how wierd it is that i live here, and i remembered this thing that
he wrote about cites.....its true and honest and beautiful....way to be
:)
(i can almsot GUARENTEE that u wont be disappointed if u take 2 minutes to read this!)
But
most of all, cities are the meeting places of stories. The men and
women there are narratives, endlessly complex and intriguing. The most
humdrum of them constitutes a narrative that would defeat Tolstoy at
his best and most voluminous. The merest hour of the merest day of the
merest of Belfast's (or anywherelse) citizens would be impossible to
render in all its grandeur and all its beauty. In cities the stories
are jumbled and jangled. The narratives meet. They clash, they converge
or convert. They are a Babel of prose.....
if you listen gently, you might hear the ghosts of stories whispered.
And there is magic in this, an impalpable magic, quickly gone. It is at
these times that you feel you are in the presence of something greater
than yourself. And you are. For as you look around the perimeter of
your illuminated vision, you can see the buildings and streets in which
a dark hunded thousand, a million, ten milllion stories as vivid and
complex as your own reside. It doesn't get much more divine than
that....
And the sleepy murmurings of half a million people combine to make an
influential form of noise, a consensual music. Hear it and weep. There
is little more to learn on the earth than that which a deserted city at
four in the morning can show and tell. Those nights, those citites are
the centre, the fulcrum, the very wheel upon which you turn.
word.
peace.
kel.
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