Tuesday, May 31, 2005

I rarely like to admit...

...when people are right. BUT! Common's "Be" is one of if not the hottest albums of the summer/year. Who made this claim is unimportant, for he knows who he is, but a little bloginal acknowledgement should suffice. "Be" is what hip hop needs/needed. As Com Sense would say "I wonder if these rap niggas realize they wack. And they the reason why my people say they tired of rap." None of that "Hey how you doin' little mama, let me whisper in your ear", "just a lil' bit", "boys in da hood" wackness. He came with the "real, real hip hop". I bought the album (although I did download it first) so that should speak volumes.

As a side note...thanks to the Legendary MAS crew, I am no longer a "Star Wars" virgin. Tis true, I have seen my first taste of the "Star Wars" trilogy or whatever it is. In my honest opinion, I'd rather go see "Harry Potter". Don't understand where all the "Star Wars" nerds come from. But, I guess to each his own.

Who's better Outkast or Black Star?

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Commencement speeches always motivate...

Howard Zinn's commencement address at Spelman College Commencement. May 15,2005.

Against Discouragement
By Howard Zinn

[In 1963, historian Howard Zinn was fired from Spelman College, where he was chair of the History Department, because of his civil rights activities. This year, he was invited back to give the commencement address.]

I am deeply honored to be invited back to Spelman after forty-two years. I would like to thank the faculty and trustees who voted to invite me, and especially your president, Dr. Beverly Tatum. And it is a special privilege to be here with Diahann Carroll and Virginia Davis Floyd.

But this is your day -- the students graduating today. It's a happy day for you and your families. I know you have your own hopes for the future, so it may be a little presumptuous for me to tell you what hopes I have for you, but they are exactly the same ones that I have for my grandchildren.

My first hope is that you will not be too discouraged by the way the world looks at this moment. It is easy to be discouraged, because our nation is at war -- still another war, war after war -- and our government seems determined to expand its empire even if it costs the lives of tens of thousands of human beings. There is poverty in this country, and homelessness, and people without health care, and crowded classrooms, but our government, which has trillions of dollars to spend, is spending its wealth on war. There are a billion people in Africa, Asia, Latin America, and the Middle East who need clean water and medicine to deal with malaria and tuberculosis and AIDS, but our government, which has thousands of nuclear weapons, is experimenting with even more deadly nuclear weapons. Yes, it is easy to be discouraged by all that. But let me tell you why, in spite of what I have just described, you must not be discouraged.

I want to remind you that, fifty years ago, racial segregation here in the South was entrenched as tightly as was apartheid in South Africa. The national government, even with liberal presidents like Kennedy and Johnson in office, was looking the other way while black people were beaten and killed and denied the opportunity to vote. So black people in the South decided they had to do something by themselves. They boycotted and sat in and picketed and demonstrated, and were beaten and jailed, and some were killed, but their cries for freedom were soon heard all over the nation and around the world, and the President and Congress finally did what they had previously failed to do -- enforce the 14th and 15th Amendments to the Constitution. Many people had said: The South will never change. But it did change. It changed because ordinary people organized and took risks and challenged the system and would not give up. That's when democracy came alive.

I want to remind you also that when the war in Vietnam was going on, and young Americans were dying and coming home paralyzed, and our government was bombing the villages of Vietnam -- bombing schools and hospitals and killing ordinary people in huge numbers -- it looked hopeless to try to stop the war But just as in the Southern movement, people began to protest and soon it caught on. It was a national movement. Soldiers were coming back and denouncing the war, and young people were refusing to join the military, and the war had to end.

The lesson of that history is that you must not despair, that if you are right, and you persist, things will change. The government may try to deceive the people, and the newspapers and television may do the same, but the truth has a way of coming out. The truth has a power greater than a hundred lies. I know you have practical things to do -- to get jobs and get married and have children. You may become prosperous and be considered a success in the way our society defines success, by wealth and standing and prestige. But that is not enough for a good life.

Remember Tolstoy's story, "The Death of Ivan Illych." A man on his deathbed reflects on his life, how he has done everything right, obeyed the rules, become a judge, married, had children, and is looked upon as a success. Yet, in his last hours, he wonders why he feels a failure. After becoming a famous novelist, Tolstoy himself had decided that this was not enough, that he must speak out against the treatment of the Russian peasants, that he must write against war and militarism.

My hope is that whatever you do to make a good life for yourself -- whether you become a teacher, or social worker, or business person, or lawyer, or poet, or scientist -- you will devote part of your life to making this a better world for your children, for all children. My hope is that your generation will demand an end to war, that your generation will do something that has not yet been done in history and wipe out the national boundaries that separate us from other human beings on this earth.

Recently I saw a photo on the front page of the New York Times which I cannot get out of my mind. It showed ordinary Americans sitting on chairs on the southern border of Arizona, facing Mexico. They were holding guns and they were looking for Mexicans who might be trying to cross the border into the United States. This was horrifying to me -- the realization that, in this twenty-first century of what we call "civilization," we have carved up what we claim is one world into two hundred artificially created entities we call "nations" and are ready to kill anyone who crosses a boundary.

Is not nationalism -- that devotion to a flag, an anthem, a boundary, so fierce it leads to murder -- one of the great evils of our time, along with racism, along with religious hatred? These ways of thinking, cultivated, nurtured, indoctrinated from childhood on, have been useful to those in power, deadly for those out of power.

Here in the United States, we are brought up to believe that our nation is different from others, an exception in the world, uniquely moral; that we expand into other lands in order to bring civilization, liberty, democracy. But if you know some history you know that's not true. If you know some history, you know we massacred Indians on this continent, invaded Mexico, sent armies into Cuba, and the Philippines. We killed huge numbers of people, and we did not bring them democracy or liberty. We did not go into Vietnam to bring democracy; we did not invade Panama to stop the drug trade; we did not invade Afghanistan and Iraq to stop
terrorism. Our aims were the aims of all the other empires of world history -- more profit for corporations, more power for politicians.

The poets and artists among us seem to have a clearer understanding of the disease of nationalism. Perhaps the black poets especially are less enthralled with the virtues of American "liberty" and "democracy,"their people having enjoyed so little of it. The great African-American poet Langston Hughes addressed his country as follows:

You really haven't been a virgin for so long.
It's ludicrous to keep up the pretext.

You've slept with all the big powers
In military uniforms,
And you've taken the sweet life
Of all the little brown fellows.

Being one of the world's big vampires,
Why don't you come on out and say so
Like Japan, and England, and France,
And all the other nymphomaniacs of power.

I am a veteran of the Second World War. That was considered a "good war," but I have come to the conclusion that war solves no fundamental problems and only leads to more wars. War poisons the minds of soldiers, leads them to kill and torture, and poisons the soul of the nation.

My hope is that your generation will demand that your children be brought up in a world without war. It we want a world in which the people of all countries are brothers and sisters, if the children all over the world are considered as our children, then war -- in which children are always the greatest casualties -- cannot be accepted as a way of solving problems.

I was on the faculty of Spelman College for seven years, from 1956 to 1963. It was a heart warming time, because the friends we made in those years have remained our friends all these years. My wife Roslyn and I and our two children lived on campus. Sometimes when we went into town, white people would ask: How is it to be living in the black community? It was hard to explain. But we knew this -- that in downtown Atlanta, we felt as if we were in alien territory, and when we came back to the Spelman campus, we felt that we were at home.

Those years at Spelman were the most exciting of my life, the most educational certainly. I learned more from my students than they learned from me. Those were the years of the great movement in the South against racial segregation, and I became involved in that in Atlanta, in Albany, Georgia, in Selma, Alabama, in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and Greenwood and Itta Bena and Jackson. I learned something about democracy: that it does not come from the government, from on high, it comes from people getting together and struggling for justice. I learned about race. I learned something that any intelligent person realizes at a certain point -- that race is a manufactured thing, an artificial thing, and while race does matter (as Cornel West has written), it only matters because certain people want it to matter, just as nationalism is something artificial. I learned that what really matters is that all of us -- of whatever so-called race and so-called nationality -- are human beings and should cherish one another.

I was lucky to be at Spelman at a time when I could watch a marvelous transformation in my students, who were so polite, so quiet, and then suddenly they were leaving the campus and going into town, and sitting in, and being arrested, and then coming out of jail full of fire and rebellion. You can read all about that in Harry Lefever's book Undaunted by the Fight. One day Marian Wright (now Marian Wright Edelman), who was my student at Spelman, and was one of the first arrested in the Atlanta sit-ins, came to our house on campus to show us a petition she was about to put on the bulletin board of her dormitory. The heading on the petition epitomized the transformation taking place at Spelman College. Marian had written on top of the petition: "Young Ladies Who Can Picket, Please Sign Below."

My hope is that you will not be content just to be successful in the way that our society measures success; that you will not obey the rules, when the rules are unjust; that you will act out the courage that I know is in you. There are wonderful people, black and white, who are models. I don't mean African- Americans like Condoleezza Rice, or Colin Powell, or Clarence Thomas, who have become servants of the rich and powerful. I mean W.E.B. DuBois and Martin Luther King and Malcolm X and Marian Wright Edelman, and James Baldwin and Josephine Baker and good white folk, too, who defied the Establishment to work for peace and justice.

Another of my students at Spelman, Alice Walker, who, like Marian, has remained our friend all these years, came from a tenant farmer's family in Eatonton, Georgia, and became a famous writer. In one of her first published poems, she wrote:

It is true--
I've always loved
the daring
ones
Like the black young
man
Who tried
to crash
All barriers
at once,
wanted to
swim
At a white
beach (in Alabama)
Nude.

I am not suggesting you go that far, but you can help to break down barriers, of race certainly, but also of nationalism; that you do what you can -- you don't have to do something heroic, just something, to join with millions of others who will just do something, because all of those something's, at certain points in history, come together, and make the world better.

That marvelous African-American writer Zora Neale Hurston, who wouldn't do what white people wanted her to do, who wouldn't do what black people wanted her to do, who insisted on being herself, said that her mother advised her: Leap for the sun -- you may not reach it, but at least you will get off the ground.

By being here today, you are already standing on your toes, ready to leap. My hope for you is a good life.



Howard Zinn is the author with Anthony Arnove of the just published "Voices
of a People's History of the United States" (Seven Stories Press) and of the international best-selling "A People's History of the United States."

Copyright 2005 Howard Zin

Sunday, May 22, 2005

"Welcome to the movies..."

Just got back from seein "House of Wax". My honest assessment, Eh. Not a fan of the scary movies, yet somehow I manage to find myself following the crowd, succumbing to peer pressure, and screaming and balled up in my seat scared shitless for every scary movie that's hit the big screen since I've been in Miami. As predicted there will be a sequel. (sarcastically screaming) YAY!

There have only been a few movies that I've walked out of the theater saying "damn, that was a good movie". "Crash" managed to do that to me. I'm a huge fan of Terrence Howard (I think he among a few others are seriously overlooked in terms of GREAT black actors) and Don Cheadle (another one overlooked, but he's starting to get his credit, thanks to the Academy), and in this movie they are wonderful. Surprisingly even Ludacris managed to transcend that rappers that can't act stereotype, and performs really well also. I don't think any other movie I've seen, has ever really dealt with the race/racism issue this in depth. It's like watching "Higher Learning", but looking at the whole picture other than the black/white issue. Which is another reason why this movie was so great...not the same ol' story line we all hate to love. Needless to say I give this movie 4 stars, 2 thumbs up, and high five! I'll be purchasing this movie on DVD when it hits the shelves.

Friday, May 20, 2005

This is my "hood" (no pun intended)...

...where I grew up! (which is represented beautifully below the word "North" (with the 3 hoods, swastika, and confederate flag icons...to be more specific 'Charlotte', 'Belmont', 'Mt. Holly', and 'Lincolton') Proud to be a North Carolinian. You can view your "hood" here.

I've decided after seeing the new Old Navy commercial, that I want to be an Art Director on one of them before I die. Who has the key to the archive room? I want every copy. Better yet, just burn them onto a DVD!

Cosmo anyone?

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Call me sensitive...

...but I still get the slightest bit salty when people misspell or mispronounce my name. Third graders that can't remember what 2 x 2 is, manage to not only spell it right, but say it right. I've said it before, I guess I have to say it again...just because you're educated, doesn't mean you have common sense. I get anything from Diana to Danya to Dane to even Danny...I don't know what's worse, the glance and stumble move, the mispronunction (sounds better than mispronunciation), or the look up and ask "how do you pronounce that" (as if it's some ebonical twist on a normally common name) I mean personally I think good ol' Mom made it easier for you stoopid people to pronounce it. Fifty percent of it is said everyDAY. See how easy that was...

In unimportant but annoying news, I have a mosquito bite on the bottom of my foot, among other places, i.e. my index finger! Every time I walk it itches more.

In school news...I've designed, created, authored so many books in the past couple of days I've managed to make Eric Jerome Dickey jealous. He's releasing a new book about finding Neville Brody's Miami while looking down (the common story line of the sex-crazed insecure woman that falls for the charming, oh so handsome, DOG has been edited out). The length has been upped recently from 16 pages to 160 pages thanks people that like to say "Hey, Jose is making us do a 16 page book too". What a coincidence!

*In reference to the "My stalker responds..." post...I do not support any low blows to the Spelhouse dynasty. And as a less important side note I would like to state that I do not think that Alex is Michael Eric Dyson's bitch, even though some comments seem to suggest otherwise. Settin' the record straight.*

Kettle One and Hypnotic Martini anyone?

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

My stalker responds...

Instead of actually focusing on the issue some people like to write books in order to advance their career's. With that, Alex Carter aka Oh Militant One, would like to advance his career by serving as guest writer for the nationally acclaimed "Uprooted and Replanted" blog. You may find copies of his ignorant banter anywhere from C-Span to Bill O'Reilly to Barnes & Noble, basically anywhere Michael Eric Dyson goes Alex Michael Carter is sure to follow....

To the daily writing of this blog, Dayna Hall
by: Alex Carter

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyynnnnnaaaaaaaa (no Spanish equivalent) is a punk-ass Spelman Nationalist, Bill Cosby agree'n (fill in the world you love here). In honor of that I shall be a guest writer for "Uprooted and Replanted..." and post "Oh, the things I love about Dayna Hall.."

...anybody who needs their hangers in their closet facing the same way (and if they aren't throws a fit) deserves some kind of love...

...she's going to come out with the 2005 version of "coo-coo for cocoa puffs" campaign-advertising is her thing!...

...she is very anal/obsessed/stalking Janet Jackson....

....keeps ALL stores in the mall in business...

...drinks milk as if it will not be on earth tomorrow-but manages not to have nasty milk breath *but that remains a urban legend*.....

....supports all Spelman alumna statements/ideas/beliefs....

...."believes" Bill Cosby was right (is she bias? I can think of $20 million reasons why!).....

....calls me, among other things, "crazy, bama, punk, b#*ch, sweet, white :o("....

....did I mention she likes Janet Jackson? even her wack ass songs, e.g. Runaway-dancing on elephants dancing in India, need I say more? WTF...

...makes me think about things in a dynamic way....

...likes whatever I DON'T!.....

...claims Morehouse College is the pinnacle of education black men (get over it! MLK no longer attends the school!)....

....appreciates my cooking lessons, but never utilizes them.....

....has a thing for men below 5' 6" e.g. Bobby Valentino, Jermaine Dupri (I think there is a Janet connection there), Slap D*ck, Exotic....

...Brown Sugar (movie)....

....believes Brook Valentine is the next JANET JACKSON....

....really does like TIP DRILL!....

....supports my Walmart habit....

....has a beautiful smile, persona, and ....

....gives me advice dealing with graduate school oppression (by the institution or the professors)....

...believes I am against black conservatives, black middle-class, spelmanites, and morehouse men...

...supports my drinking....

...not only is the prototype, but my "perfect verse over a tight beat."

-peace out!

To the daily stalking blog reader, who shall remain...

named...

Alejjjjjjjjjjjandro is a punk ass Michael Eric Dyson followin' (fill in the word you love here). In honor of that I shall rename this post to "Oh, the things I love about Alex Carter..."

...anybody that continously supports the Redskins deserves some kind of love...

...he's the great philosopher of the African American race...

...everything else is just bama...

...motivates me to grade his student's papers...

...keeps Barnes & Noble, Starbucks, and Walmart in business...

...calls me sunshine...

...supports Dave Chappelle statements...

...Malcolm X (movie)...

...only raps Outkast lyrics...

...is Omarion and Marques Houston biggest fan...

...makes up funny names for "people" in my past (Exotic and Slap D*ck)

...everything Bob Marley...

...gives me cooking lessons...

...respects my "no singing Janet songs" rule...

...is born on May, 2nd and therefore is a Taurus...

...supports my milk addiction...

...keeps my spirts lifted...

...makes me smile/laugh...

...makes drunken comments...

...takes Polos to another level...

...allows me to change him...

...sends me funny e-cards with little dancing men...

...shoots people that burn things in his yard...

...gives advice on group issues...

...still gets a little salty when the Wizards do well, but fail up against Miami...

...supports white tees...

...is sensitive...

...is about to be a barking dog...

...is the prototype...


annnnnnddd, I digress :)


In all my excitement, I forgot to mention that a past professor of mine (Dr. Tiy-E Muhammad, professor of psychology at Clark Atlanta University...but my professor for Human Sexuality (the class where you realize that most men don't know a damn thing about pleasing a woman sexually) will be featured on the television show "The Real Gilligan's Island" (he's the black one). The series airs starting June 8th (I think) and I will be glued to the show. I find it more intriguing to watch a show when someone you know is on it.

Watch it!

Monday, May 16, 2005

Anniversary...

My 1-year graduation anniversary...

...tear.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Spelman thy name we praise...

...thy noble work is done...

Happy graduation to my little Spelman sisters today. Just a year ago I was taking the same steps you were...may you be as blessed as I've been this past year!

Oh, God forever bind...our hearts to thine.


Alumnae Prayer

Almighty God, maker of all mankind,
Bless those gathered here in unity of purpose.
Instill within our hearts love and respect for each other,
Open our minds to new ideas;
Give us patient wisdom and foresight to plan,
And carry out those plans.
Give us calm strength to build for the future,
To lead, to teach, to create, to select, to govern, to direct,
And in so doing, engender true sisterhood.
Help us to enkindle that which is just, true, and good
For our Alma Mater, Spelman College.
We ask this in the name of one God,
Now and forever.

Amen.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Brian Fellow anyone?....

(attempting to prop one foot up on a basketball, wearing a cut off T-shirt made popular again by Miami Ad schoolers, and challenging Sapp to a lil football!)

Tracy Morgan will be performing tonight. The last time I saw a comedian, I was 12 and it was Sinbad. So excitement is seeping out of my pores. I want to bust a gut tonight. That's CRAZY!!!

In other related news. smh. Hope you get better.

In other unrelated news.

...would you buy a $60,000 VW?

...what about, do you like this car better or this one?

Vote or die.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Fun, fun, oh befuddled fun...



The gang, the only one visibly "gone" is Carlo (in the back)...he's not good at hiding stuff.



Pullin on Beau's ear makes everyone a little randy.



Beau, you're such a pimp.



And you know it too!



Blowin' out the candles on my birthday...um...Backlava?



Dancin' on the table with the belly dancer.



OPA!!!!



Oh so sexy!

Fun...

What happens when you piss off Dayna...



What happens when you call Beau George Bush...



More photos coming tomorrow...

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

The summer's coming...

The summer's coming and I need a "vacation" spot to run away to. The cruise my fellow friends and I were supposed to go on is no longer. Since my dear friend is in Japan, it's better to take advantage of free lodging and transportation while its available, so I should be bringing in the New Year (or around that time) in Yokota which is down the street from Tokyo. I'm left with a summer (month or so) with no destination to go to. One suggestion thrown around was Orlando, but that's almost a given considering the distance. I need a place to go, preferably with friends so I can let go and have some knee-slappin fun! So suggestions are highly welcomed.

I'd like to reaffirm the statement "everyday you learn something new"....I learned the other day that Bobby Valentino (Mr. "Slow Down" himself) is a former member of one of the greatest boy groups of the mid 90's. Yes, I was and still am a BIG fan of Mista! I'm not afraid to admit that I still listen to the CD, in the car, on the iPod, on the iTunes! I am Mista's #1 fan, almost 10 years later. Learning this great news has now made me a fan of Bobby V. I liked the song from the beginning, but now I find myself interested in wanting to not only download the CD, but also purchase it. Wow, the last time I did that...."Damita Jo" was still in the box at Best Buy and I was standing there waiting on them to place the first copy on the shelf. What's wrong with me?!?!

Speaking of music, while I'm on the topic. I'm way over due on the review of Amerie's new CD "Touch". On a scale of 1-10, I'll give it an 8. Compared to the first CD, I'll give it a 6. Am I too harsh on my judging....maybe. Or maybe it just has to grow on me. We'll see. I do like a couple of songs and have listened to them quite frequently since I downloaded the album. "Just Like Me", "Falling", "Touch", and one other that I can't recall (so maybe it wasn't as good as I originally thought if I can't recall it). Anyway, those are my thoughts....let me know what you think...

It's the weekend baby...

Monday, May 02, 2005

Thanks...

Thanks so much to everyone who showed me birthday love! The many phone calls, e-cards, e-mails, texts, happy birthday wishes all made little ol' me feel so so special. Thanks peoples!!

The 23-year old lady...

(birthday weekend photos, coming soon...)

It's my birthday!!!!....

I am officially 23. Happy Birthday to me!! :). On another note, I'd like to give another b-day shout out to a person that shares this wonderful day with me. CARTER!!!. Happy Birthday babe! Anyway gifts in the form of saying "Happy Birthday Dayna" will do just fine!!!

Annnnnnnd, I'm out...

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Countdown...

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