hangovers and hangups. when are we free? how does it happen and how to we actualize these things? basically i want to run, run away from things. but they have caught up with me and now i have to stare them in the face. i thought things would disappear. i thought that moving here would bury all that has happened. perhaps i don't have the strength, new orleans, to drag you out of whatever horrible thing has happened. if i can't even do that for myself, how can i do it for you? i have a hangover, and so do you. but it is time to wake up also. it is time to sober up. it is time to straighten the back and raise the head.
my necklace broke. It had a silhouette of Africa and a couple of Ghanaian symbols on it. I will not elaborate on the circumstances by which is broke, but all i will say is.. well nevermind. i hadn't taken off that necklace in a year and a half. i bought it on the last visit to Ghana before my parents moved. Africa. It represented promise to me, the power of energy and human capital. not AIDS and desperation. of course they are there as well, but when was the last time you heard a goddamn postive thing about Africa? you know what, there are a lot of amazing things there. so that is my i wore Africa, to remind me of the fundamental power of humanity to innovate and survive. that is what was compelling for me.
i like symbolism and believe in it. it was time for this approach and this source of reminder and inspiration to change. it is time for a change in approach to things. the world is telling me so. my little necklace needed to break to show me, in the phenomenal sense, that it is time.
seem abstract? it is. seem vague? that is because i have a secret that i cannot reveal, gentle reader, for it will lose its power.
snap!
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- i just moved to the Big Queasy. Started a blog to vent my thoughts, not sure if anyone is going to read it, I am just using to record my experience here, kind of like a journal and having an imaginary audience helps me articulate things and motivates me to be witty, brilliant and insightful. I will post things in no particular order of importance, in no chronological order, and some of what I post will have nothing to do with New Orleans, but just with life in general. Sometimes it is really exhausting when thinking about your environment is your job, and you just want to do something else, like read about Britney Spears. I am really not interested in being politically correct or overly sensitive in this space, even though I will probably touch on some delicate issues here relating to the recovery of the city, like race, socio-economics, federal policy, and how I think Louisiana oysters are sub-par. If you get offended or bored, or think that I have got it all wrong, then go do something else. :)
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After Katrina, we went back to rescue our cats. When we got in the car to leave again, I accidentally smashed our Black-Eyed Peas cd in the glovebox; it had served as our "refugee theme music" for the past month. Then I picked up the atlas to start navigating, and the whole bottom section of Louisiana ripped off in my hand. These are small things that become huge. Sorry about your necklace.
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