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Location: New York City, New York, United States Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus, writing, singing, listening to jazz and kurt elling, cooking, learning languages, hosting/co-producing my podcast show!, reading (christian theology, biographies, poetry), talking, eating, staring at blank walls, people-watching, sleeping, going to the gym, not going to the gym, drinking diet coke with crushed ice and lemon, finding the best damn cupcake in new york, window shopping in carmel with my friend mia Expertise: existential angst, food critique, how to walk in heels, benefits of not-camping, eating cupcakes Occupation: Marketing
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12/17/2003
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| after being on facebook for 9 months, i decided to return to the echo-y, empty walls of my blog if only for a short visit. it's nice to sit down for a while and stretch out in the white open space without a screen peering in to ask leading questions like, 'what's on your mind?' and 'what are you doing?' i look forward to some quiet journaling over 140 characters. there is, after all, unlimited exploration of all my heart-questions that has yet to be undertaken. tonight, it's just me with xanga, a looming yet-to-be finished business proposal, a deep vessel of mint chocolate chip, music by adele and a throbbing sugar-rush headache.
just like i've come to like it.
really.
who needs to be out with people when life has been substituted by chocolate and electronics?
wait, i see that the popping fb chat box has showed up on my doorstep, evidently for what has now become my saturday-night date stand-in.
i hate chat. but suddenly, i am juggling my powerpoint presentation, xanga weblog entry (as i write here), itunes and an fb chat session with a pastor friend.
i set my adele album on endless repeat.
we start in about fighting colds and daily drudgery and move quickly onto a pressing discussion of racism and the unrelenting intellectual ignorance of the western church with her bleating sheep. two separate topics. coming together. diverging. making my brain hurt (not enough RAM).
i feel like dancing to 'right as rain.'
instead i try to draw conclusions from cultural anthropology and sociological references and tie them to spiritual truths, all in the tiny chat box before anything can disturb my thought-stream. our chatting turns furiously to hermeneutics and context of babel and the prodigal son. book titles are referenced. articles exchanged. my urgent work presentation is forgotten, set aside yet again for another tomorrow.
i feel like i've bonded with adele and need to remake her entire album.
and then . . . another chat POP! which i ignore, because hey, one can only take so much multi-tasking.
and my ice cream is staring woefully up at me as only ice cream can when neglected for over an hour.
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| Chinese is the New Black! I know this probably has all sorts of commentary, both negative and positive blah blah blah, on different fronts, but I love the headline from the WSJ, no less: A high court in South Africa ruled on Wednesday that Chinese-South Africans will be reclassified as ‘black,’ a term that includes black Africans, Indians and others who were subject to discrimination under apartheid. As a result of this ruling, Chinese will be able to benefit from government affirmative action policies aimed at undoing the effects of apartheid. In 2006, the Chinese Association of South Africa sued the government, claiming that its members were being discriminated against because they were being treated as whites and thus failed to qualify for business contracts and job promotions reserved for victims of apartheid. The association successfully argued that, since Chinese-South Africans had been treated unequally under apartheid, they should be reclassified in order to redress wrongs of the past.  Jacob Zuma, President of the African National Congress, with Hu Jintao in Beijing last week (Reuters)
This is not the first time the ethnic status of Chinese in South Africa has changed. In fact, the racial classification of Chinese-South Africans has often shifted with the nation’s political climate and its international relations. The first significant group of Chinese came to South Africa in the early 20th century, before a formal system of apartheid existed, to work in the gold mines. They were not encouraged to settle permanently and by 1910 almost all the mine workers had been repatriated. Those who remained struggled with racism and lived in separate communities based on language, culture and socio-economic status. As apartheid took hold with the ascendancy of the Afrikaner government in the late 1940s, the Chinese were classified as ‘colored,’ forced to live apart from whites, and were denied educational and business opportunities along with the right to vote. But after South Africa established an economic alliance with Taiwan in the 1970s, Taiwanese immigrants were welcomed as “honorary whites,” and other Chinese in South Africa began to be treated more like whites. Although they never attained the formal “honorary white” status of Taiwanese, Koreans and Japanese in South Africa and couldn’t vote, Chinese-South Africans were no longer required to use segregated facilities, and in the early 1980s they were exempted from some of the discriminatory laws that applied to other non-whites. Since the apartheid ended in the early 1990s, the ethnic status of Chinese has remained in a gray area, though they’ve generally been lumped together with whites and denied the post-apartheid benefits available to other non-white ethnic groups. Since 1994, South Africa has seen waves of immigrants and investment from China, and today there are as many as 300,000 Chinese living in the South Africa. But the new court decision is unlikely to benefit most of them or trigger another mass migration– it applies only to ethnic Chinese who were South African citizens before 1994 (and their descendants), a much smaller number of around 10,000 to 12,000. -Sky Canaves | | |
| yesterday at a conference, somebody stopped me and started cooing about jane.
"and what do you do?" she asks me.
"i'm a colleague of jane's. the two of us work together very closely."
she looks orgasmic. "oh, you are SO lucky."
hmmm. ok. well. my cheeky, edgy diva girl inside just had to join the conversation.
"she's
pretty lucky too."
i talked to jane later: "hey, janey, you might want to check out that gal over there. she wants to lick your toes."
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| this happened right outside of my new building (and window) a
little after 1 AM -- i can still see the news cameras out on the
sidewalks. . . welcome to the neighborhood!
Off-Duty Police Officer Killed By Alleged Drunk Driver
July 02, 2007
An off-duty police officer who was just weeks away from becoming a
first-time father was killed this morning when his motorcycle was
struck by an alleged drunk driver in Inwood.
Police say 31-year-old Alexander Felix was riding his motorcycle
early this morning southbound on Broadway when he was hit by a white
Mercury Villager going northbound.
Felix slammed into another car at the intersection of Broadway and Dongan Place in Inwood.
He died at the scene.
Kevin Tasado, 32, the minivan driver, has been charged with driving while intoxicated. He is recovering at Harlem Hospital.
Felix's family said he had been with the NYPD for three years and was assigned to the 33rd Precinct.
Stunned relatives say he and his wife were expecting a baby girl this summer.
"Two weeks ago, it was his wife's baby shower,” said his stepmother
Vera Hernandez. “And yesterday, his grandmother was telling me that he
was fixing the room. He was fixing the crib and everything. I don't
know.”
"He was not a bad person. He was a cop, you know. He was a cop.
Everybody wants to grow up to be a cop, fireman or doctor,” said his
brother Andersen Felix. “Everybody wanted to grow up and be somebody
like that. And look my brother's dead. I can't believe it. I can't
believe this man."
Debris from the crash was on the street for much of the morning.
Residents say that stretch of Broadway is very dangerous and would like
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| "a lump," said the doctor.
"some density. you better get some tests."
and so i did.
stress.
then the tests came back normal.
breasts: 2 cancer: 0
hallelujah!
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