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And James Brown Said “It’s a Man’s World”…

Without the help of the U.S. War Machine, Chile has elected a socialist, agnostic, separated mother of three named Michelle Bachelet as their President, in hopes of moving the country towards democracy and away from the U.S. sponsored and backed dictatorship of Augusto Pinochet.

Bachelet, the first woman president of Chile, may have some scores to settle. Her father, Alberto Bachelet, was an air force brigadier general, who died in prison in March 1974 as a victim of torture for opposing the regime of Pinochet. In 1975, Bachelet and her mother were also imprisoned for 2 weeks at a notorious torture center, but later went into exile for 5 years. And poof – she is now president of Chile. I am sure it took a bit more perserverance, intellignce and drive than “Poof, now you’re president”. I am also sure that this United States is absolutely not ready for a woman, especially an agnostic, socialist, UNMARRIED (GASP), and independent woman of Ms. Bachelet’s sort, as President, here or abroad. We best fit to become ready, though, as we can’t possibly invade every country that doesn’t place our wanted representatives into their top slots as President. Which brings us to Africa. (Somehow…)

Over in Liberia, Ellen Johnson Sirleaf has also been elected President, the first ever for the African continent. I don’t know much about her. I do know that she, too, was in exile from her country. She is Harvard educated, and had Condoleeza Rice and Laura Bush as guests at her inauguration ceremony, which adds to the verdict still being out, for me, on Ms. Sirleaf. I am hopeful though, that, as a woman, she will begin to provide work towards peaceful resolution’s with Côte d’Ivoire.

Which is precisely what I have been thinking about, of late. Does a woman as leader guarantee more thought and action towards peace, or is that just wishful thinking because we can have babies and breast feed? I know I would like to think that somehow, due to our mere physiology, we, as womyn, can help the world to understand peaceful resolution. I’m not yet convinced, though.

While I have been pondering these new turn of events abroad, I found that today also marks the 33rd anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision, making abortion legal and safe for the women of this country. This ruling is under attack now more than ever, and many women lead the blinded adherence and march towards this pseudo-Christian mythology of Life.

I will look to our new women Presidents and their countries to see how this new leadership takes shape. How it affects our outlook, as women, to remain involved in the control of our wombs, our world, and our future as peace-seeking vessels. And I will hope, now more than ever.

Mortified – Live and in Person


Embrace Via Embarrasment by Lui Liu

On a constant path towards clean and uncluttered space, every once in a while, I find myself nose-deep in journals I have written and revisit crushes from the past. My perspective often seems so dramatic when I read it years later, and is almost always FULLY LAUGHABLE. But I keep the damn journals, for some reason. To remind myself of my growth? Or to ensure everyone a good laugh at my expense once I leave this earth. Either way, what I find is often funny (even though it wasn’t meant to be when I wrote it) or painful, in a funny kinda way. Certain drunken evenings have inspired me to read aloud to my best girlfriends, which proved hilarious and even a bit cathartic, after I got over the embarrassment part.

In the same vein, Dave Nadelberg has created Mortified, “starring everyday adults sharing aloud their most embarrasing, pathetic and private teenage diary entries…” to provide “personal redemption through public humiliation.” These live performances started in L.A. and are now featured in NYC, San Fran, and Boston. And if you’re thinking of reading, you have to audition. Nearly half of those who audition are rejected. Now THAT’S mortifying.

On a side note and in the spirit of revealing oneself, I kept a particular diary when I was living in Colorado with my first love. It was a tumultuous love affair that ended with, shall we say, legal frustrations. An ugly period of lawyers and courthouses ensued, and I wrote about all of it – from the initial meeting of past love through all of the angst that led up to the split. In an attempt at concealing any incriminating evidence, I passed this diary on to an acquaintance who lived down the street, and haven’t seen it since. That was over 15 years ago. I was 19. Mortifying.

Time Passages

Well, it’s just hours until 2006 and I am listening to It Takes a Lot To Laugh, It Takes a Train To Cry. Damn, I love this song. Timeless on a night all about time and its passing.

I try to not get so bogged down with my own intensity, but I revisited Einstein’s Dreams today, and it is even more magical than the ten times before now when my imagination contemplated time in regards to the fictional vignettes thought up by physicist and author, Alan Lightman.

As much as time intrigues me and nostalgia grips me, as I grow older, it is Space that I long for. Paradoxically, I feel too far away from my center here in these Southern parts, but have more open space than I can remember. Maybe I am truly a city dwellar, after all. Little bit country, lot bit Rock-n-Roll.

Which brings me, quite cheesily, to that 70’s song that had me daydreaming out of the back of my parents Hurst Oldsmobile, complete with a T-top, fog-horn, and tinted windows, a la Starsky and Hutch. Ahhh, the good ol’ 70’s…


It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All ’round the day was going down slow
Night, like a river, beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go drifting into

Time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

Well, I’m not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on are things that don’t last
Well it’s just now and then my line gets cast into these

Time passages
There’s something back there that you left behind
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don’t know why you should feel that there’s something to learn
It’s just a game that you play

Well, the picture is changing, now you’re part of a crowd
They’re laughing at something, the music’s loud
A girl comes toward you you once used to know
You reach out your hand, but you’re all alone in those

Time passages
I know you’re in there, you’re just out of sight
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

-Al Stewart

My resolution in 2006 is to live in the moment. Happy New Year!

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