Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Neofeudalism for the win.

everything is fine, just keep shopping.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Travelling the World.

It was all an illusion.


Monday, July 25, 2011

Oh, The Joys of Nannying

He likes to play me songs and told me, "This ones called Having Fun in the Summer Time - nothing you should be concerned about."

The playlist for today:
Having Fun in the Summer Time
Are You an Alien?
Do You Have My Football?

We're heading to the studio tomorrow.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Our Daughter America

Watch out folks. Timbre and I are about to take over.

Jul 28
Firestorm Cafe and Books
Asheville, NC

Jul 29
The White Hart Cafe
Lynchburg, VA 7pm

Jul 30
Twisted Branch Tea Bazaar
Charlottesville, VA

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Monday, July 18, 2011


Before I could even send out my request for others to help, the girls got enough support to go to summer camp! Notice Selu (top left)'s face.


Friday, July 15, 2011

crap, culture, and chai

India has been pressing on my mind since before the bombs. I was there just months after the attacks a few years ago in 2008.

It just so happened that I was there the same week as former President Bush, so I was told. I never saw the man, but I was always on the lookout for he and his posse. Somehow I've never seen a president in person and thought it would be ironic to see one of our own in Asia. Too bad for me; my timing was off.

I stood at this place across from where Mr. Bush supposedly stayed. There was a bomb scare that week and I was certain we might be evacuated.

India is not quite like you see in the films. I've never seen Darjeeling Limited but I always assumed Wes Anderson portrayed it as cool, spiritual, and beautifully toned. I guess I saw more of the Born Into Brothels side, or places like the streets Jamal ran down in Slum Dog Millionare, winding through cars and filth in his neighborhood.

The trains we rode on smelled of feces and contained no places to sit or stand that you could guarantee to be sanitary. Though it seems I miss this dirty, smelling place and count on returning someday soon.

In Mumbai, I met a wonderful young woman named Stephanie who started and runs iSanctuary. Its a place of hope and freedom; refuge and peace. After all my experiences I have so many more questions for Stephanie. We spoke briefly about how things work and talked over a "round table" with several nuns who help run the organization to discus the possibility of partnership. Sadly, I've lost touch with them since. I've always looked up to her courageous spirit. I'd guess she's around 30, single, and lives on her own in India. That's a woman to look up to. I guess this is just a reminder for me of my hopes, dreams, and aspirations. India is forever on my heart. I hope my new degree program can set me on the right path to bringing freedom to other women in this world. There are so many held captive but not only their men, but ideals, laws, and their poverty. It's going to be another long, tough road, but I feel as though in the past few years I've had enough practice to get through it this time.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

in dreams.

This reminds me so much of a dream I had recently. Except in it I was clothed and my dream was in stereo, not mono.

I was standing outside of a large but narrow yellow house which sat on the bay. It was night time, but the air seemed to glow something of purple. I don't know how to describe it other than that green/yellowish tent after a tornado, you know? But purple. I stopped and starred above into the night sky. The stars were magnificent. All the sudden the vast array of stars formed into a cluster and started swirling above. The round cluster was then engulfed by a black hole. Another cluster formed. This time it was a rainbow of colors. Another black hole. Another cluster. This happened five or six times. I stood amazed awaiting the coming of the Lord. I remember so vividly in my dream being so convinced that Jesus was coming back.

But after the sixth black hole a huge, bright light appeared. It wasn't an angel. It was an alien spaceship. In my dream. I paused, then suddenly realized the danger I was in and sprinted inside. I closed the door behind me a wrestled around to find my car keys. I a went back outside to get into my car as the spaceship crashed on the other side of the house, next to the sea. A couple of young women ran over to the crash and I was sure aliens would kill all of them.

I woke up before any such aliens appeared, but could not get the beauty of the multi-colored swirling cluster of stars out of my mind.

I've never seen aliens in my dreams before. I wondered what they were doing there. What were they trying to tell me?

Tennessee summer sizzle

I just want to ride. Maybe tonight. Under the stars. Let's go.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Monday, July 4, 2011

Sunday, July 3, 2011

"I think we have so many questions to ask. But I think we have so few people to answer them."

You and me both brother. You and me both...