OMG, I can't believe this really happened! Our world was just awful and this makes me cry.

Law: Intermarriage: The marriage of a person of Caucasian blood with a Negro, Mongolian, Malay, or Hindu shall be null and void. (Arizona)

This seems familiar. Hmmm... Oh yeah right, it is kind of like gay marriage laws. Its funny how things change. Or don't.

The Blind: The board of trustees shall. maintain a separate building. on separate ground for the admission, care, instruction, and support of all blind persons of the colored or black race. (Louisiana)

Alexis used this law first, but as she was reading her blog response to me I could not help but think of the Dave Chapelle mini-episodes about the blind-racist-black man. Chapelle's character would sit on his porch and spit out racist comment after racist comment while being oblivious to the fact that he himself was a black man.

Sampling cheese at Grass Roots Gourmet!

Kudos to my photographer friend Annie for documenting our trip to the market!

Midtown Global Market

I went to the Midtown Global Market today for the first time in my life with three others and a camera, working on a video to be featured on an upcoming Advisory show. The camera was a pass for free food from restaurants that were more than happy to have publicity. Grass Roots Gourmet gave us samples of Gouda Cheese and some kind of beefy goodness that you would expect to eat in Spain. Grand Italian Ice gave us Strawberry, Chocolate and Vanilla custard along with Margarita, Orange and Lemon Italian Ice. I'm no foodie, but it was freaking delicious! Then we went to Safari Express, an East African restaurant that specializes in camel burgers. Although originally I was a little timid to try a camel burger, the first bite led me to realize that this lean meat was actually better than regular beefy burgers. Last and in this case least, we went to Salty Tart. Yes, Salty Tart is a bakery run by an award winning pastry chef and the chocolate chip cookie, and key lime and fig milk bread tarts made us salivate like dogs, but the rudeness of the employees totally turned me off. When we first arrived to the bakery, the man who appeared to be something like a shift-supervisor grumbled, "This better not take a long time, I have a lot of things to do. Anyway, weren't you supposed to be here earlier?". Umm... no, I had called and talked to the owner Michelle Gayer earlier in the week and sent her an email in which she complied to the 3 p.m. meeting time. It was not until I threatened that we could find another restaurant to feature that he finally gave us our sweets (although he yelled at us to sample them away from the restaurant). However, in all, the Midtown Global Market is a great place to go and have good time. You can experience new cultures, choose from a market of food options and find a new quirky outfit that most likely none of your friends will have. I went there to inform people about its greatness, and came back more convinced myself.

Why I Write

I never go home and say, I feel like writing. Well yes, occasionally it happens. I feel overwhelmed, my mind is in a clutter of thoughts and I should be doing a thousand different things, but instead I pick up and pencil and paper and just write. I let it flow.

I actually do enjoy writing, it is just I am not a very patient person. It is the same thing with drawing or painting. These things are time consuming, and unfortunately my lust over a great idea usually fades before I can finish or even start a project. However a reason I really enjoy writing class is because I am forced to write. Is that weird? I guess it sort of is. But needing to finish something that I will be punished for if I don't do, really is the kick in the butt I need.

What up dawg?

The inspiration for my paper due tomorrow, although it is already finished

Alexie’s essay gave me a better understanding of the type of paper we were supposed to compose. I was a tad flustered in the beginning because the range of writting possibilities made my mind explode. However, after reading Alexie’s  I was able to filter my thoughts and narrow down essay ideas to an amount that was countable on my fingers. Now done and satisfied with my essay, I find comfort in the fact that I can enjoy my Thursday night in relaxation.

P.S

My essay is about a spider poem.