“But I’ve taken her words out of context, you say? It’s quite possible I have. I can admit it. Not that I care. I’ve no idea where or why she was talking when the footage was shot that was featured in this piece. I guess it’s possible, like conservative Tea Party “activists” claim, she was speaking towards the “presence of speakers [that are linked, but not charged, in the 1993 World Trade Center bombing being] at the event.” Fair enough. Anything is possible…”
Archive for the ‘Inclusion’ Category
“Not taking the hardware aspect of computing into account, which has it’s own set of issues, in terms of it’s accessibility, but I’ll comment on that for which I have experience working with. As ‘plastic’ as software happens to be, it’s really not all that ‘pliable’…”
“Wow, what a relief, I feel so vindicated. All it took was a single Black man to be elected as President of the United States for an entire planet to drop their small-minded, selfish tendencies? What took so bloody long?”
“So not only was it an honor to write those words, it was my pleasure they were spoken. In that context, especially. Thank you, Irene, for signing the entire service to a couple of long time friends of my Grandparents and, especially, for benefit of my Grandfather. But, most importantly, I want to thank, both my Uncle and Mother for allowing me the opportunity to participate…”
“But with that said the ’08 edition of Ugly Self Portrait Contest ramping up it looks promising with none of last years contenders contributing as of yet? Gonna be a “rager.” Stay tuned…”
“Another one down. Yesterday, Tuesday, August 5th, 2008, marked the 12 year anniversary of my accident. 12 years? I can’t believe it. But even more relevant, at least concerning this here blog, is today signifies it’s been an entire year since I “officially” launched this endeavor…”
“What about Hanukkah, Ramadan, Eid, Kwanzaa, or any of the other reasons people observe personally significant times of the year? Do they not deserve respect or recognition, too?”
“Neatly written within the opening paragraph, my mother wrote, “I wanted to let you know what was happening while you were sleeping.” There I sat, by myself at the kitchen table looking through an important piece of personal history. Hardly in a position, then or now (quite fitting actually) to return the warmth I was able to peruse all these many years later.”