this is important

and i am, again, asking you to pray if that's a practice you keep.

this week has been a bit catastrophic, and at press time both my mother and my roommate are in the hospital. my mother's shattered knee is nothing to sneeze at, and i appreciate any prayers you will offer up for her expedited recovery, but i'm looking more for prayer for my roommate.

she's on a respirator. again. and has been in the hospital since tuesday after having an allergic reaction to a pear. i'm concerned about her. there are tears in my eyes as i type this.

a few words of blessing would be sufficient. her name's melissa, if you think that will help your god locate her spirit.

thanks. it's hot out there, no?

apple stores celebrate black music month

yay!

too bad we don't get janelle monae... :(

history made

it finally happened :). now maybe my political fatigue will ebb away.

obama '08.

si se puede!

a history poem

this is not nearly as meaningful/heartfelt as it seems. i was just moved to write because i'm starting to realize how long i've been here, and how many love misadventures i've been through- crazy!

i've been kissed here before

he kissed me tonight
in a place i've been kissed before.
this time
there were no
fireworks.
no tingle in my belly,
no disbelief in the giddy
happiness
imparted.
there was, though,
a bittersweet memory of
you
and the milk-chocolate-sweet
beginning of
us--
that first bright sunny kiss
at astor square.