Tuesday, August 07, 2007


I'm broke right now. Nothing new. Sometimes I find that good things come from being broke. I watch my money much better. I appreciate the small things.

I had intended on trying to sell a couple of old school books. Well, one wasn't a school book, because I never took a class for it, but I'm betting that it is a schoolbook for SOME class out there. The Norton Anthology of African American Literature. I had bought it at Half Priced Books. It's not worth it to sell this book. It is a goldmine of great literature. I found this amazing poem within it today:

A Double Standard

    DO you blame me that I loved him?
    If when standing all alone
    I cried for bread a careless world
    Pressed to my lips a stone.

    Do you blame me that I loved him,
    That my heart beat glad and free,
    When he told me in the sweetest tones
    He loved but only me?

    Can you blame me that I did not see
    Beneath his burning kiss
    The serpent's wiles, nor even hear
    The deadly adder hiss?

    Can you blame me that my heart grew cold
    That the tempted, tempter turned;
    When he was feted and caressed
    And I was coldly spurned?

    Would you blame him, when you draw from me
    Your dainty robes aside,
    If he with gilded baits should claim
    Your fairest as his bride?

    Would you blame the world if it should press
    On him a civic crown;
    And see me struggling in the depth
    Then harshly press me down?

    Crime has no sex and yet to-day
    I wear the brand of shame;
    Whilst he amid the gay and proud
    Still bears an honored name.

    Can you blame me if I've learned to think
    Your hate of vice a sham,
    When you so coldly crushed me down
    And then excused the man?

    Would you blame me if to-morrow
    The coroner should say,
    A wretched girl, outcast, forlorn
    Has thrown her life away?

    Yes, blame me for my downward course,
    But oh! remember well,
    Within your homes you press the hand
    That led me down to hell.

    I'm glad God's ways are not our ways,
    He does not see as man;
    Within His love I know there's room
    For those whom others ban.

    I think before His great white throne,
    His throne of spotless light,
    That whited sepulchres shall wear
    The hue of endless night.

    That I who fell, and he who sinned,
    Shall reap as we have sown;
    That each the burden of his loss
    Must bear and bear alone.

    No golden weights can turn the scale
    Of justice in His sight;
    And what is wrong in woman's life
    In man's cannot be right.

    Frances E. W. Harper

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

love this song

The look on Paul's face at the end is INSANE!!!

George's girlfriend looks like she's about 15 years old!

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

THIS painting

When I was visiting my parents in Houston, they took me to the art museum there. They had purchased tickets for a special exhibit (which just happened to be the last day of the exhibit). My mother had told me that it was an exhibit about French painters but I had NO idea what was really in store until I got there and noticed a temporary gift shop put up just for this particular exhibit and a sign that said, "MET Gift Shop". OH MY!!! No wonder we were in an extremely long line JUST to get in!! It was a special exhibition from the Metropolitan Museum of Art!!! I was totally psyched about this, of course. MAN!! I saw some amazing paintings...some which I've only dreamed about seeing in person. The work was mostly pre to post French impressionism (which is really the most popular time for French art). Wow! Gauguin, Cezanne, Corbet, Corin, Manet....the list goes on and on!! But, nothing took my breath away (and others I'm sure from the look of awe on the faces of at least 15 people at all times standing in front of this painting) quite like THIS painting. 'Jeanne d'Arc' by Jules Bastien LePage. This was a pretty large painting...100 x 110 in. Painted in 1879. It wasn't the size of the painting that was so magnificent or even the subject matter (although the realistic style of putting Joan of Arc in a natural garden setting as opposed to placing her in a mythical, magical world (which would have been the norm for such a painting at the time) is a stark example of the 'Realists'), but the glow that radiates from this image. The crisp lines and the detailed scenery. It is really, really magnificent and to look at it now....well, you just have to see it in person, it really isn't the same at all here.....

Friday, March 23, 2007