Friday, November 28, 2014


 {photo & tweet from dante barry}
* from michael brown to assata shakur, the racist state of america persists - angela davis 

and also:

(i am so glad to be seeing a piece like that in a major fashion magazine. it is what i hope for but not what i expect.)
this has been a very hard week. spread the voices of those at the front of this movement. please please let it have an effect.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

today i read

{tweeted by anonymous}
{a beautiful awful not funny at all 'today in tab' - by bijan stephen}


i was a sensitive kid, am a sensitive adult.
rioting never made sense to me. destroying the place where you live - i never understood that rage and recklessness.
learning about the riots of 1968, although i understood the reasons, i could never get my head around the acts. the thought of it filled me with terror.

i am no longer afraid of the rioters.
nothing scares me more than guns except for white men.
i am no longer confused by the burning down of cities.

Monday, November 24, 2014

saved my life

duuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh it's yoncé.

(i could have put up a video of me & lissa singing 'firework' or 'like a prayer' or 'scrubs' or 'we can't stop'... but i have a feeling that you had to be there to experience the true epic joy that was pouring out our faces... also no one filmed it. so lucky you. god bless that tiny karaoke room with incongruous videos of completely random stuff.)

i wanna be the redhead with the bow top. also jay-z doing a cameo-roll-through makes me like him WAY more that i used to.

happy monday, knee pad dancers!

Friday, November 21, 2014


can't talk now, euggie's 30th birthday, byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeee!!!


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

saved my life

sometimes i'm just not feeling inspired on monday and i look and look for something to save my life, and it just isn't happenin.

this is a lesson: wait. something perfectly groovy is about to happen. oh you groovy oldschool beats! just exactly what i was looking for.

(can't find the full video to embed, so you can go here for the dancemoves.)

happy tuesday, funk masters!

Friday, November 14, 2014


a friend texted me yesterday, while i was out running work errands, that he was crying over the sentencing in the rehtaeh parsons case.
remember her? rehtaeh. we aren't supposed to use her name. remember? remember how well reporting went for her? remember that there was a photograph of her rape, and still she was blamed and shamed and doubted and mocked? remember how cruel the world was to her? remember how she did not survive it? remember how we grieved when she died?

'why wouldn't a person report an assault?'
'we are having a watershed moment!'

i don't know what justice would look like, exactly. i don't. but i know this isn't it. i don't like prison as a catch-all. but i want something. i want something better than this. a system that rips a girl to shreds when she has already been broken apart.

the system is broken. the system is sick and rotting at its core.

'why wouldn't a person report an assault?'
'we are having a watershed moment!'

forgive me if i am not a believer. forgive me if i am too tired, even, to cry for her again. and for the ones who never got brought out into the public eye, whose assaults stayed 'community matters', who will never even come close to this non-justice-justice, to being heard and believed and cared for.

happy friday, don't forget.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Wednesday, November 12, 2014