Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Tragedy - Gaza, May 14, 2018

Tragedy - Gaza, May 14, 2018

Bilal Badeer Hussein Al-Ashram, 18 years old
Nasser Ahmed Mahmoud Ghrab, 51 years old
Omar Jomaa Abu Ful, 30 years old
Talal Adel Ibrahim Mattar, 16 years old
Mohamed Samir Duwedar, 27 years old
Abdelsalam Yousef Abdelwahab, 39 years old
Ali Mohamed Ahmed Khafajah, 21 years old
Mahmoud Saber Hamad Abu Taeemah, 23 years old
Kamil Jihad Kamil Mihna, 19 years old

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Childish Gambino - This Is America (Official Video)

This is on repeat, not because I love the song, although I have tremendous respect for it, but because the video has me riveted and I cannot look away. I can't NOT bear witness.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Quotes - Kimchi and Cool

Quotes - Kimchi and Cool

“I see a lot of white guys making Korean food, and I’ll be honest, it pisses the shit out of me, because it’s everywhere now: kimchi this, kimchi that. I’m like, ‘You weren’t ostracized in elementary school because everyone thought, when they visited your house, it smelled like garbage.’ They didn’t have to endure emotional hardship, and now it’s cool.” — Chang, Ugly Delicious "Fried Chicken"

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Theatre - World Theatre Day 2018

Theatre - World Theatre Day 2018

World Theatre Day Message 2018 – The Americas

Sabina Berman, Mexico

Writer, playwright, journalist

We can imagine.

The tribe launches small stones to bring down birds from the air, when a gigantic mammoth
bursts in on the scene and ROARS –and at the same time, a tiny human ROARS like the
mammoth. Then, everyone runs away...

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Politics - Student's March

Politics - Student's March

Explain to me what is today, because this is the only thing I can see:

Thousands, thousands and thousands of students who rose up in protest.

Maybe a million. Maybe millions.

Students, teenagers, CHILDREN. Protesting their right to live. To draw attention to the fact that adults have failed them. Adults have failed them again, and again, for 19 years. Since a fateful day in April, 1999, when 13 people died and Americans did nothing.

The pattern repeats itself. Over and over, until Sandy Hook. 20 children are shot and die. Their ages are between 6 and 7.

America does nothing.

Stoneman Douglas literally one month ago. Another 17 students are shot dead, another 17 wounded. In the face of despair, and the agony of what they shared, those same teenagers now are demanding MORE. They are rising up, they are angry and RIGHTLY so.

They have been failed, and they recognize it. You have a country where a dude tried to blow up his shoes and now we all check our shoes before we go on an airplane. But the response to a gun in a school was to arm every teacher.

No one believes it. The NRA has become an organization lobby for the profit of itself and to maintain its stranglehold grip on power by any means necessary.

Including sacrificing children.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Politics - Gun Control

Politics - Gun Control

The opposition I see all the time to the term 'gun control' is split into two categories. There is the irrational, which is not worth engaging in because it has no recourse based on reason. And there is the rationale that sits in a position whereby the imagination has not yet seen a path forward on gun control. Whether wilful, or ignorant, or both, is not what I am interested in expanding upon here.

Instead, here is a straightforward proposal about what reasonable gun control could look like, based on a handful of other examples in other nations.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Writing - A Tale of Two Bards - West Marches

Writing - A Tale of Two Bards - West Marches

“Oi! Bard!”

Sedriks looks up from a wooden bowl of eggs and pork cracklins to eye a longtable of farmhands, the lead of which, a grizzled greybeard has just addressed him.

“That twanger on your back, is it just for show or can you play a tune?”

Taking one last long pull of the mead, the bard in question responds, “Isss not for show, how dew ya do. I can play it right smartly if ye have the coin for me trouble.”

There is a slight rumble of chairs and scrapes, the farmers rustle through cotton pockets and into leather pouches to produce a fistfull of brass.

“Here then! If you are as good as they say from the night of the attack, a song. More where that came from if we likes what we hears!”

Sedriks unslings the Viola, with a nod of thanks to the waitress who deposits the coin on the table before him. The room falls to silence as a long ashwood bow is produced from within a sturdy carrying case. The first pull of the bow produces a clarion clear note, low and mournful, echoing through the rafters and out the half-cracked windows into the evening rain.