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Abraham Lincoln

November 14th, 2006 | No Comments | Posted in Uncategorized

I was watching one of my favorite comedians and NPR show, Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me panel members; Paula Poundstone, perform her fantastic standup routine on Bravo, care of the iTunes Music Store, yesterday when I heard her speak on how she managed to fill the pages of her latest book.  (How do you like that sentence?)

Paula PoundstoneShe said the task was daunting and for a great while she just sat and looked at the blank pages (so to speak).  Her inability to concentrate was preventing her from writing but it was that ADD/OCD that actually made her book…  Instead of writing about herself, she wrote about Abraham Lincoln, as the story goes.  Turns out, she could not keep on task about Lincoln through all of her research, began comparing his life to her life and there you have it, her latest book There’s Nothing in This Book That I Meant to Say.  I guess that is where the title of the book comes from…

Anyways, this gave me the idea of a new strategy for my blog.  I sometimes find it hard to get anything out of me, I get distracted or just don’t feel up to it.  This was never a problem for me, until I moved back to Columbia.  Weird.

Anyways, hopefully this technique will work and I will be writing more on here.

Time for sleep however.

Much love,

-justin

My Life’s Anthem

November 13th, 2006 | 1 Comment | Posted in Uncategorized

I just got the new Josh Groban cd, Awake. I am a bit confused as to what is so different in this album as compared to his last album… Many review sites have noted how different this cd is, how Groban has grown up and has entered a place “out of his comfort zone” (Calgary Sun). I think it is pretty much on par with Closer, his last album, perhaps the stepping out occurs on the last tracks. I could see that.

Nevertheless, track two, You are Loved (Don’t Give Up) really struck me. I feel it is my anthem, a song I must live by. So often I feel that I am living a life of disappointment. Mostly I disappoint myself, daily, hourly, constantly. Pretty much, I’m a total fuckup. But, no one is perfect right?

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This song brings me through all of my failed relationships, ventures ideas, reminds me that California is still there. I can always go back to California where things were great. Perhaps I should have never moved back to Columbia, but that is in the past and I will just have to get through my time here as best as I can with the wonderful friends I have here.

This song should help. Josh Groban said about the song,

“It just musically, kind of represented how small the world can feel when you’re in one of those places. And how big the world can feel, and how kind of balanced the weight becomes, when a force in your life, a friend, a family member or somebody, shows you that love.”

I know I will forever have people who love me. First and foremost are my parents and grandmother, then Landon, Jenny, Jim and I believe Joseph and Geoffrey will always be there in some fashion. While these people may not be present in my life, Jenny, Jim, Geoff and Landon are all moving soon; they are there forever, in heart.

It is a beautiful song, a small part of a fantastic album.  Buy it on iTunes.

A group of people that I reacquainted myself with this weekend have become a wonderful “force” in my life.  I went to the Mem Chapter of Acacia’s Fall Initiation this weekend and had an incredible time.  I realized, for the first time, what it meant to be an Acacian.  It was an emotion-filled weekend, I feel like the void which seemed to consume my life as of recent, might be filled with these guys.  I won’t get too excited about this but I do have a good feeling about re-introducing myself to my Acacia Brothers.

Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world
When you’re heart’s heavy
I…I will lift it for you

Don’t give up
Because you want to be heard
If silence keeps you
I…I will break it for you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don’t give up
Because you are loved

Don’t give up
It’s just the hurt that you hide
When you lost inside
I…I will be there to find you

Don’t give up
Because you want to burn bright
If darkness blinds you
I…I will shine to guide you

Everybody wants to be understood
Well I can hear you
Everybody wants to be loved
Don’t give up
Because you are loved

You are loved
Don’t give up
It’s just the weight of the world
Don’t give up
Every one is to be heard
You are loved

I won’t give up.  Someday I will find my perfect counterpart, we will be married and live a life together.  Someday I will know how to speak French.  Someday I will be proud of my successes and forget my disappointments.

Weekly Top 3

November 13th, 2006 | 1 Comment | Posted in Uncategorized

A Long Time Coming (Now With Fun Bleeps)

November 12th, 2006 | 3 Comments | Posted in Uncategorized

This is really gay. Ian and Rosa came over the other night to watch Top Model and such and enjoy some super delicious, healthy, pizza. We vlogged while we waiting for the pizza to bake.
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I’m not sure what exactly I feel with this video haha, we were all over the place and totally random. It sure was fun though!

Cuptackular

November 6th, 2006 | 1 Comment | Posted in Uncategorized

More later?

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Hotel Rwanda, Ethnic Extermination

November 6th, 2006 | No Comments | Posted in Uncategorized

I have taken to ripping all of my DVD’s into mp4 files to put into iTunes so whenever, if ever, Apple’s iTV comes out (February?) I will be able to stream my entire movie collection, wirelessly, to my living room. I can then send all of my movies home to my parents and keep them out of my apartment where they take up space and are quite the liability.

However, ripping my DVD’s into iTunes has very little to do with this post.

I met a Hutu refugee a few years ago here at Mizzou. He was flying with the Uganda President when his plane was shot down by Tutsi rebels. This man was in another plane but witness it none the less. He was sent to Mizzou to learn journalism to help his country create a press system like we have in America. He survived the Tutsi and Hutu rebellion and came to our Rural Sociology class to tell the story of the genocide in his country.

Even through the slide show he presented us, the giant screen filled with dead Tutsis, video of rivers flowing red with the blood of innocent people; I never fully understood the terrible things that happened there.

As I was cleaning my room, I put on Hotel Rwanda, one of the DVD’s I had ripped from my collection to iTunes.

Never before have I found myself caught up emotionally in a movie. I knew this movie was a masterpeice, I had heard from many critics and friends alike; I, however, had never watched the movie. Hotel Rwanda has sat on a shelf of mine since they day it was released onto DVD. I had not even removed it from its celophane packaging until last night.

Don Cheadle and Nick Nolte gave mind blowing performances in thsi story of civil destruction. Why any of the actors in this movie did not win an award, I do not understand.

The story of Paul Rusesabagina simply could not have been better portrayed. I honestly can not write a statement regarding this movie that would do justice to the film.

I believe that the most painful part of the entire story stems from the fact that it is all entirely true. This really did happen. We really did just sit by and let 1,000,000 people be massacred. We really did turn our heads away from what was happening just around the globe from us.

With 1,000 US troops, we could have stopped this from happening. In the big scheme of things, in regards to all of the wars America has found itself in, especially those of late, this one without a doubt had the greatest chance of success.

Why did America let this happen? Quite simply because it would not be a profitable war. The war ON Iraq is going to make our country’s big businesses billion of dollars. Don’t believe me? Look at Halliburton. This country seems only to care about wars that will make us more powerful in the end. What resource does Africa have that we do not already have? Do we need their coffee? Their cocoa? Their diamonds? We have already stripped so much of their land for this, coffee we can get from Asia or Latin America and the diamonds are all but excavated entirely.

There is no oil for us there. There are huge deposits of natural gas, but this natural gas is stranded in pockets too unreliable or unprofitable for harvesting. Companies do exist that feed off of this undesirable energy. Syntroleum Corporation is able to turn this waste product into clean burning diesel.

Of course, our Lobby Friendly Republican “leadership” has prevented this technology from being taken into the mainstream, it would cost “Big Oil” too much money.

If you want the help of America, you better have oil. Otherwise you will find yourself like the victims in Terry George’s great film. Dead or dying.

How Terribly, Fortunate?

November 4th, 2006 | No Comments | Posted in Uncategorized

Female, genital mutilation.  I had never heard of such a thing until my second semester of school when Geoffrey and I were roommates in Graham.  He brought home from a Women’s Studies class (I believe) a pamphlet with pictures of destroyed vaginas…  It was quite the set of pictures to put on our mini-fridge.

Khalid Adem, 30, was found guilty of aggravated battery and cruelty to children. Prosecutors said he used scissors to remove his daughter’s clitoris in his family’s Atlanta-area apartment in 2001. The child’s mother, Fortunate Adem, said she did not discover it until more than a year later.

The above article really caught my attention.  This is the first case in America of genital mutilation.  And while I can’t say this is the least bit funny, something did catch my eye.  The mother’s name is “Fortunate”.  I chuckled at that fact.  Not really sure why.

Of course, there is more to this case than just a father practicing a tribal ritual in America, the “Free World”.  It appears that the mother may have coached the daughter’s testimony.  Something tells me, no child could hide from anyone the fact that her father had cut her clitoris from her body.  The pain and blood would be far too much for her to hold back.

Something is fishy here.  Pun not intended but, it works!