Wednesday, December 23, 2015

'Twas A Night In Litchfield

The ladies of Litchfield are getting in the holiday spirit with their own rendition of "Twas The Night Before Christmas." Watch and gag below.

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Monday, December 21, 2015

The Satanists Next Door

If you have 45 minutes to an hour today, take a look at the latest episode of Lisa Ling's This is Life series, which takes a look at the Detroit chapter of The Satanic Temple's efforts to unveil their statue of  Baphomet in the city.

Though I was expecting it, I will say I was disappointed the temple's membership and the Christian protesters for the most part, fell along strict racial lines. In other words, save for two white Catholics, all the Satanists were white, and all the protesters were black. We love us some god, don't we? Anyway, watch below.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Food for Thought

The NY Daily News

Protests Erupt in Chicago, Call for Mayor Rahm Emanuel to Resign

Hundreds of protesters have taken to the streets of Chicago, blocking traffic and calling for the resignation of the city's mayor Rahm Emanuel.

The protests come hours after Emanuel publicly apologized for the officer-involved shooting death of 17-year-old Laquan McDonald during a special city council meeting. According to The Chicago Tribune, Rahm noted the shooting of McDonald "happened on my watch."

"If we're going to fix it, I want you to understand it's my responsibility with you," Emanuel said to the full Chicago City Council, the Tribune reports. "But if we're also going to begin the healing process, the first step in that journey is my step, and I'm sorry."

Since footage of the October 2014 shooting was released--in which officers responded to a report of a man with a knife, and officer Jason Van Dyke fired 16 shots soon after arriving on the scene and exiting his vehicle--protesters have been demanding Emanuel resign, stating he was complicit in covering up the incident. Rahm has denied involvement in any cover up. Read more HERE.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Catch 29

I turned 29 a little over a week ago. Lest you think this will a post mourning the loss of my early and mid-twenties and how I'm being dragged kicking and screaming into concrete, unalterable adulthood, calm your nerves (particularly any of my older readers, who'd likely be rolling your eyes at my youngin' blues:), it's not. In fact, my birthday was pretty sedate--I laid in bed most of day watching my favorite movies--Clueless plus cinnamon rolls equals magic--went to visit my family, one of my close friends and collected a homemade sweet potato pie (bump a Patti Pie--c'mon on Patti!) and went out to eat with the boyfriend a Vietnamese restaurant. All in all, a pretty good day.

However, I can't pretend being one year shy of 30 hasn't got me to thinking. And really, the feelings I've been having have been bubbling up for weeks before my birthday, specifically about my current job. Over the last few months, there have hirings, promotions and personnel changes galore, which if you've worked any job for an extended period of time, always leads to changes in the workplace atmosphere. Though the change in mood I'm experiencing was brought on in part by a comment made to me by a department head during a meeting, while talking about how we should all approach our jobs in the coming year with a new way of thinking, one that is passionate, flexible and open-minded. Which in my case specifically meant being open to the possibility of working a different position.

It was short remark, one not delivered with an attitude or malice or any intent to reprimand (at least none that I could detect) but it's nonetheless had a lasting effect on my emotional state of mind. I've found myself sliding into a funk for the last couple of weeks. It always hits at random times, like while I'm at my desk, or editing video and letting my mind drift. I manage to push it away by focusing on the tasks at hand, but I recognize the feeling. That old burning sensation, a tense, uncomfortable fire shut up in the center of my chest; the same one that ignited every time I entered a church for rehearsal in my last days as a church musician.

I hate that it's there, because I truly like my job. It has nothing to do with the people I work with, or any office politics, but everything to do with me. I love being 29. I love who I am at 29; I feel stronger of sense self, am more confident in what I believe,  am more settled in my personal life--believe me the last thing I want is to return to the chaos of my late teens/very early 20's. But standing at the edge of 20-something means watching new kids come in fresh out of college, and others I've worked with for years get promoted to higher ranking, senior positions. I don't feel insecure about my position, nor do I feel any jealously towards my co-workers for climbing higher up the ladder; mostly because I don't want their jobs. Any of them. None of them interest me in the slightest.

At 29, I'm self-aware enough to know striving for and accepting a promotion I really don't give two shits about would eventually blow up in my face--a lesson I learned at 21 via a church choir disaster (maybe I'll spill some of that tea at a later date). But I'm also aware enough to know if I don't want to climb to the mountain top, others definitely do, and at some point, I'll be left at base camp.

At the same time, I'm essentially still in the early stages of carving out dual careers as  both DJ/producer, and fiction author, which, barring some huge, motherfuckin' Thor-sized lightning strike of luck, is going to take time (i.e years) to build. And as to how successful my creative life will be, who's to say? Will I be flying around the world on private jet to do some two-hour set in Ibiza for the latest stop on a headlining, international tour in between national novel releases? Or will I be a local or regional artist, stringing performances together in hole-in-the-walls and bars, backyard parties and casinos in my hometown and the surrounding cities, and pushing my fiction at writer's conferences, hoping my fifth or sixth novel will be my breakthrough?

I'm coming to the realization that for all my efforts, I may not get what to do what I want to do. Or if I do achieve what I want, it won't look exactly as I pictured it. If at all. The longer I pour my drive and ambition into my creative life, the bigger chance I have to make writing and music my full-time jobs. However, it's equally likely I could look back years from now, having come up empty and settling into the reality that my dreams will only be hobbies or part-time pursuits.

I'm grateful for the clarity the years have brought me--which don't get me wrong, I'm not Aesop--yet at the same time the clarity they've brought has made it damn near impossible for me to fool myself about the realities of my situation or indulge delusions of grandeur.

That's ultimately a good thing. But it's also got me fucked up.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Remember Rosa

Sixty years ago today, Rosa Parks was arrested for refusing to give up her seat to a white passenger. Her arrest, along with a bus boycott led by a young preacher named Martin Luther King Jr., helped ignite the civil rights movement. Never forget...

Today is World AIDS Day

Find out more about events happening in your area HERE.

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