how many times can a news organization nail it…like this…like this…andlike this…before people start to put it together…damn…is nobody watching…or does nobody care…again…and again…Frontline brings it for real…sure, the elites are watching…but can they connect the dots…or…the better question might be…is it possible to replace this crap with stuff like this as subject of debate in america…who else needs a drink…
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shift…
it’s amazing what a shift in perception can do for a man…for a long time i beleived i was not…what some folks call the marrying kind…unmarriageable me…consequently…all the turmoil and strife in my relationships sprang from that…bad choices…uncomfortable compromises…and now i see that i can be a husband without compromising who i am…i can be in a relationship that is vital and challenging without being toxic…its a wonderful thing…now to apply this to my work…shift…
another crisp beautiful colorado day…
whats on my mind…pitchers and catchers report in 16 days…mets…red sox…rockies…well, the rox…not so much…one more day of retail hell…this weekends reading at tattered cover for someone who self published confirmed a few things…i wont be writing childrens books anythime soon…and…self publishing is a very viable path…if you’re smart about it…so much more to learn…speaking of…gre test prep…is like a flashback…i never sweated the sats or any other tests…it was always the stuff that came afterwards…applications…recomendations…tuition…the consequences…that kind of shit…i’m never fully prepared for it…how could you be…the real question is…sure i can get into grad school…the real question is do i belong there…i don’t care about obscure 16th century poets…i’m not interested in learning literary criticism…i simply want to write…well…and be able to make a living from it…a graduate degree…would obviously represent some form of growth and learning…always welcome…but really it’s just another rubber stamp to show that i can fufill deadlines, do research, show up on time…do the work…will it really make me a better writer…is it necessary…this is what blows arounds in my head as the storm moves in…
race…just another daily annoyance…
my mother was cherokee…my father was alllll black man…
growing up in new york, it was common for me to be mistaken for puerto rican…
(1985)
when i moved to colorado, suddenly I became mexican…mexicans walk up to me speaking spanish like i’m supposed to understand…since 2001 i’ve noticed a new trend…it has now grown into a life of it’s own…
(2001)
people are starting to assume that i’m of arabic/middle eastern descent…just this week i’ve been asked if i’m:
a moroccan
(1990)
a saudi
(2003)
a turk
(3 days ago)
and they don’t even attempt to be polite about it…no introduction, nothing…okay, the beard isn’t helpful…but i want to slap these people upside the head with a big can of nonyodamnbusiness…instead i like to pretend that i’m civilized…
i tell them my father was black and my mother was indian…if i’m feeling good that day, i’ll say…
my father was a descendant of west african slaves…my mother came from southern indians…i am 4th or 5th generation american and my people were here before it was called the new world…
what’s wrong with you people?…where is your common decency?
it doesn’t bother me that i get labeled these other races…what offends me is that these people feel they have the right to ask me…that i have to defend my racial heritage…and reduce my family to such simplistic terms…
the only thing these folks have earned is the right to go fuck themselves…
this is the kind of shit that makes a brotha walk around angry…
why do i suddenly feel self obsessed…
(2002)
every city has days when tourists run rampant and take over…for denver, that time is now…january is the month that brings the the stock show to town…two things always seem to happen when the stock show comes…it gets bitter cold…check…and the wind shifts so that it seems to head in direct from Greeley…not yet…anyway…if you’ve been here long enough, you know the stockk show could come to town and you would almost never know it…except for the smell…there are places stock show folks just won’t go…