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Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Autobiography of Nobody N. Particular: Jesus Christ Superstar vs GTOP lies

The Autobiography of Nobody N. Particular: Jesus Christ Superstar vs GTOP lies:  Theme for this rant - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnBOaYBIQO0  I was listening to it while writing this uh, thought. OK, people are...

Jesus Christ Superstar vs GTOP lies

 Theme for this rant - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnBOaYBIQO0

 I was listening to it while writing this uh, thought.

OK, people are absolutely losing their minds.  Those are CHRISTIANS?  Yeah...not even.  People keep trying to make me choose,
(between what and what, I have NO CLUE)
because I'm OK with people learning their own spiritual needs.  People have GOD no matter what they believe, or not!  One simple Golden Rule..  what a concept but it boggles the mind how people have learned to like being treated like...idk...me?  Seriously people lose their shit when they start getting treated like me.  I've seen people trip themselves over and over trying to say I deserve it, but they don't. 
Oh?  Why is that, exactly?  And ego-trippage follows.
Genius is not a cool stupid pet trick, it's a burden.
It KNOWS it doesn't KNOW....and collects facts until it gets to the next step.
The constant shuttle between mind-numbingly tedious garbage the mind doesn't give a fuzzy rat's ass about.... stress, and bursts blood vessels when the methods SUCK, but it's your ass if you don't learn it....the wrong way.

I'm the kind that troubleshoots EVERYTHiNG....but no real think tank..except the ones we create for ourselves.
People rarely want real answers.
oops 
Don't ask me to fix things half way or just to an acceptable comfort zone that doesn't do anything but delay the inevitable.  People get butthurt when it comes to those around me. 
Fear, hate, jealousy is tangible to even a Tandy-grade, bullshit-o-meter.
Men like to have things both ways, but by the time we got there, we were mothers..
When some CEO or jackass department head spewed some garbage, you'd see women's eyes fact checking unconsciously until we noticed we were doing it.

They can say whatever, but women decide the worth of a man.  Don't they look kinda silly when they tell US what WE find desirable?  Unfortunately, I married an excellent liar.
So I know what it's like to see a stranger in the mirror, and find the strength to bounce his lying ass to the curb.  This is NOT my purpose in life, tho I was built frontier tough.
What people do NOT understand is empathy.  I don't have empathy because I had a career in customer service.  It was the other way around.
IT was just a product.  No one really does IT to DO IT when this came up.
We were artists ...  right brain,...etc.
(how is it 3:25 am?... edit later..  I guess
 
If a good teacher can't get through to a student, isn't it a good thing to help them get them there?  I remember listening to this while reading about the birth of Siddhartha.  I asked Swati what in Yoda's name she was doing in Catholic School when she had such a beautiful philosophy?

(OMG this is amazing sountrack)
Thinking about it, I remember how different the vibe was.  I'm sure the politics were doing something stupid I related to at the time.  I heard every rant about the school board there ever was from 1969 until emancipation, but nearly NOTHING of my MOTHER.
One thing was clear.  Summermath was as close to Ivy League I was every going to get.  Why lie? 
So what if I was IVY League material?  Gee, thanks for that.
This country only educates the very rich and very poor.
Do they even know WHY they wrote the book in the first place? 
yeah right
It was ALL political.. and after a few years, Mass was like,
"Jesus states the obvious"
Pastor points at MY FAMILY as the cause of everybody's hell.
Thank God for the hippie priest of Levittown.
Father THOMAS Wells

When people LIE for their own agendas...  Newtonian physics applies.  Oh, yah  DO tell me who I'm supposed to hate and I'll tell you where you can stuff it. 
Be colorblind to me and you ERASE my ancestors..  How am I supposed to honor my father and mother if they're taken from me? 
Well, I'll take them back, thank you very much. 
Dad was quite frustrated because he had no luck before the LDS website came online..  20 years ago?
Well, it was worth it.  KNOW THYSELF!
 

What are these people...  animals?  HOW DARE THEY PRESUME...especially at this point..... 
Who in their moronic minds thought I would just sit around and stay ignorant of .....even myself?  Duh...  black ginger.  Tell me to hate something and this goes QUANTUM because they are usually telling me I should hate MYSELF!
yeah... I'll be doing just that in 5...4....3.....2 ......wait.......for......it........  and deal with my indifference if evil decides to hold it's breath on that one.
rly...don't make me pull out my title! 
I just see too many people giving up without hardly trying.  Or bragging they were able to scam out of others.  What does one do with that?  Well, I was the baby of the family, but apparently the only grownup....always the mediator. 
What people fear is their own death.  How WEAK is that?  Wasn't that like, a 3rd grade CCD discussion?

PSA: listening to Jesus Christ Superstar Soundtrack during one of those lie-a-thons can get you a 3 minute suspension .  *snortle*
I think it was this one...
 
or this one...maybe it was when I wondered why someone would sign a petition they probably couldn't read.

Friday, September 27, 2013

My Relations in Uniform

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Yes, I needed one! Thanks mainstream for raising me Black-curious.

ICON (I-can) because we are NOT heroes, we are WARRIORS named BLACKWELL.

Once Upon a Time...

Somebody told me,

I AM,
SOMEBODY....



They saw this, lost their minds and ask me, "Who do YOU think you Are"?

Well?  I don't know who I am, but I KNEW who my NEIGHBORS were...
They were those who loved me back...  others were friends I'd hadn't met yet, and the others must be those asshole, "white people" people kept going on and on and on and on and on ....  I met them around age 12... telling me to go back to places I've never been to, but would LOVE to see someday.


This was one of those rare times I was permitted to be 'heard' and not just seen....
I think I lost my notes on how hippies would see us playing together, smile and flash us a peace sign.
I LOVED that!  We'd return the salute, say.... "groooovieeeee" and giggle our little butts off.
When we got down to it...and old enough to use our words, we realized, we ALL loved
Micheal and Donny and Keith and (Danny was supposed to be a tool), Freddie *bawls*,  and EVERYBODY, everybody...yes, EVERYBODY wished they could just run around the corner like one of the kids and ask if Janet could come out to play.  ... the baby boomers had dibs on all the big ones, but we thought....wow, wouldn't it be loverly to just curl up with one of the big Jackson brothers?  Then came Randy and jumped started puberty.  ... which to us amounted to tackling him in a football game...and kissing him on the cheek.
 When I say, "everybody"... I mean those I opened up to that far.  ...usually during Barbies... or something.

When it came to big events like Confirmation or Bar/ Batmitzvah s, it was complicated.  And I really didn't like that.

I don't know where our neighbors came from, but it was annoying as hell to see my stepmonster do Yiddish like Whoopie... 
Of the things I rant about...  people should have told me that calling it a tuchos 'outted' me in some weird way....
When I moved into DC...my brother told me not to talk a lot.  I had that down ....mostly....at Bowie High.  I had a lot to learn and it's hard to learn with your mouth open.

The smoke break bathroom with CC was a hangout down the hall from the Office, (go figure).
I loved listening to them go on and on ... my first immersion...up until then, I was black-curious,
....which pisses me off, more than I can say.
One morning when I was stressed out to the point of a scene from Heathers,
One of the girls pulled out a little twist of heaven...
Up until then, I hadn't said a whole lot.  I was hoping to learn how to bring out the beauty I saw in them...and that spirit.  But I WAS from Levittown and aws no stranger to why I wasn't interested in alcohol.
"Ahh...  would you mind, very much?"
And she burst out laughing!  WHAT?  YOU?? 
I said...  you know I live here, right?  Well, where do you think that came from?
And I told her how much fun it was watching the varsity types puke all over themselves...

Yeah...not so much.
And I was under some pressures these kids would have smacked me down for, so I didn't bother ...
The less I said, the more they understood.




One day at gym, Zonker wasn't there to play tennis with me.  He was telling me the truth about Europe...from an Army brat perspective.  It was truly enlightening...and prompted the question to our French teacher....  "Hey Mr. LeBlanc?  Where do they put all the Black people when they shoot these movies? Or weren't they there in the 50s??"   He was kewl about it...whatever the answer was.







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Thursday, September 26, 2013

Spirit Dancer - Native American Interpretive Dance






It seems like EVERY border MAN has ever drawn, 
Hurts the MOTHER of us ALL!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Tangible Intangibles



 
The US Navy set the rules according to the UK's Royal Navy.  Colonization had rules that were broken while zealots justified all the evils committed, while justifying the worst atrocities.
The deal was SEVEN years.  Not a lifetime of serving the trollatariot as it raised and lowered the value of life at it's monetary whim.  HMS Pinafore was a "Prove me Wrong" tour, where the motley crew was committed to proving equality and achievement was the actual God-driven mission.
Themes in HMS Pinafore brought back all of the nautical cliche's I was either raised on in Bowie, MD (pronounced like the bobber, not the knife) and legacy of excellence, quality and tradition.
The social experiment that was the United States OF America, was intended to UNITE the Americas, not turn it into 50 shades of fascist reasons NOT to know things!



Catching up organizing years of genealogy research.
Blackwell, Seals, Grant, Lee, Ethridge,
(Grant and Lee "Col" were probably Osage and Choctaw, respectively...working on it)
and
Ramsey, Anderson, Rickman, Grant, Hairston, Porter, 

http://thygeekgoddess.tumblr.com/post/50042879678/nobodyinparticular

http://pickyourselfaspot.tumblr.com/








ah HA!  There it is!  This painting is of a band our folks played in.  Elmer Radd's Cotton Club Orchestra!  I'm waiting on a higher rez photo and names of the Blackwells in the picture.  Is there more than one?  IDK, but I can't wait to find out.  Howard wrote about it, but my notes aren't right here, handy.  I called about it years ago, but no one had the technology then.  Someone will take a picture of it and send a higher rez digital copy next week sometime!  What a lovely find for the patchwork of our family quilt.  Hmm, maybe I'll do that sometime.
Note to self: Figure out how to make a digital quilt.



Newton's Ruthabel Rickman Shares the Page With Bogart and Bacall

by Jane Jones, HCHM Archivist

Today's post is by guest blogger and HCHM Archivist, Jane Jones.  Thank you Jane for researching and writing about a Newtonian who "made it" in New York as an opera singer. http://harveycountyvoices.blogspot.com/2013/05/newtons-ruthabel-rickman-shares-page.html


















































































































































OK, now I have to organize more information coming from both sides of the fence.  I found some Missouri death certs from Dad's side.  We have mostly folks in St. Louis, Lexington, Kansas City and the Seals in Higginsville.