Wednesday, December 30, 2009


Going into the New Year I am ready for change. I have had turmoil in my life and so much bad luck. It seems I can’t shake off the seven year of superstition that has entered my life according to my horoscope. If only I can see the glass half full I think I would try to connect to change.

It’s been years since I have been able to connect to changing my life. Almost like reinventing yourself at every age. I have stumbled and tripped and can’t seem to get my head above water as the old folks say. Being from a small itty bitty town it’s hard to shake off that itty bitty grind that keeps on hitting the four walls of my mind. My mothers always said do your best and keep on trying but that’s still not good enough in society eyes. I say my mothers because as young child I was raised by my grandmother, aunties and of course my real mother when she had time for me. I would tell you who I am but that isn’t that important. But I will tell you I am stubborn, pessimistic, and stuck with the itty bitty grind.

Seeing my glass half full will take will power and connection of my heart and my brain. Only I can do that, not anyone else. The troubles that still plague me are troubles that seem to follow me where ever I go. It seems as if I haven’t leaned a God damn thing because my inventory needs cleaning and I don’t know where to start. Each and every time I look in the mirror I see the glass half empty instead of seeing it half full. I tell myself everyday to stop this shit and keep it moving. Hey who am I but an individual who is messed up with messed up problems that seem to grow inside of me like flesh eating bacteria.

After all, my stubborn ways and my messed up mentality, it’s time to see my glass half full. It’s hard but someone has to do it, and that someone is me. Me. I say me! It’s time for the change I know I can bring to myself. It’s needed and I must see it for what it truly is. When it’s all said and done, stigmas, bad habits, and hereditary glory means nothing. What really matters is how I see myself and seeing my own glass half full.

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Thursday, December 24, 2009


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Wednesday, December 23, 2009


Plump it, stuff it, fill it, and give me a good hair weave is what they say. Pursuing these heartless treats are people we know and love. People we admire and follow like a screaming toddler follows its mother as she leaves for work. Is it pretend or real in America?

Out of balance and out of control are people who customize self for a fake existence. Who, what, why and how is what we ask all the time. Spending the time seeking a fake journey is what we do. It’s what goes down in American society and no one does a damn thing about it. Getting something someone else has is what we do. Allowing ourselves to obtain a life of non stability and horror is what we do. The giddy behavior of getting something that changes who we are is what we do. OMG! My, time has gone by faster than you have ever seen! I can’t rest my poor head for this fake ass shit that plays itself out over and over again.

Who are these people that we are looking to define who we are and what we feel. The art of customization is the art of today. Shop till you drop and while your at it ask your sugar daddy to help you. Meanwhile you are lying down on your back and paying for all of it. I see what has become a tunnel of America who is lost and degrading itself for all things customization. That’s right customize for the love and all the money in the world so I can fit in, be pretty, act like a hoe, drop it like it’s hot, shake it like a salt shaker, and fit in. Wow I am out of breath! Who are these people?

The hold of customization seems to steal away the naturalness and the true beauty of most. It’s like the devil stealing souls and no one pays attention. Seeking who we are and standing for something while doing our part is what we are here to do. It’s what makes us better no matter the length. Signing on to customize self will take you to a place where you can’t get away from. Remember it’s the art of today and the beat goes on and on and on.

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Saturday, December 19, 2009

H.P Lovecraft! "A Garden"

A Garden
By H. P. Lovecraft

There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!

Through Looking-Glass" first edition sells for $115,000!

A first edition of Lewis Carroll's classic book "Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There" -- dedicated to the real life Alice who inspired the story -- was sold at a U.S. auction for $115,000, auctioneers said on Thursday.

Southern California-based Profiles in History said the book, the sequel to "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland", was the highlight of its children's literature sale on Wednesday.

"Through the Looking Glass", published in 1871, includes the nonsense poem "Jabberwocky."

Both works were inspired by 10 year-old Alice Liddell, the daughter of an academic friend of Carroll's.

The edition sold on Wednesday is inscribed in ink "Alice Pleasance Liddell", and was described as having been presented to her by Carroll.

English author Beatrix Potter's personal copy of her work "The Tale of Peter Rabbit" was also sold at the auction, fetching $92,000.

Other highlights included a first edition soft-cover copy of J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" -- described as one of only 200 such copies printed -- which sold for $5,750.


Laredo could be largest US city without bookstore!

LAREDO, Texas – The final chapter has been written for the lone bookstore on the streets of Laredo.

With a population of nearly a quarter-million people, this city could soon be the largest in the nation without a single bookseller.

The situation is so grim that schoolchildren have pleaded for a reprieve from next month's planned shutdown of the B. Dalton bookstore. After that, the nearest store will be 150 miles away in San Antonio.

The B. Dalton store was never a community destination with comfy couches and an espresso bar, but its closing will create a literary void in a city with a high illiteracy rate. Industry analysts and book associations could not name a larger American city without a single bookseller.

"Corporate America considers Laredo kind of the backwater," said the city's most prolific author, Jerry Thompson, a professor at Texas A&M University International who has written more than 20 books.

Since the closing was announced, book lovers in Laredo have flocked to the small store located between City Trendz ("Laredo's No. 1 Underground Hip Hop Shop") and a store that offers $4 indoor go-kart rides to stock up on their favorite titles.

Schoolchildren even wrote letters to the parent company, Barnes & Noble, begging for the store to stay open.

"Without that store, my life would be so sad and boring," wrote a fifth-grader named Bryanna Salinas, who signed her name with a heart.

The Laredo store is among 49 remaining B. Daltons nationwide that Barnes & Noble will close by next year.

The company believes a bookstore is viable in Laredo and has identified a location for a large-format Barnes & Noble, but the space will not be available for at least 18 months, said David Deason, Barnes & Noble vice president of development.

In the meantime, without a single independent bookseller, Laredo may be in a league of its own among big cities.

Though an independent bookstore is the only one of its kind in Newark, N.J., a city of nearly 288,000, big chains are nearby in the suburbs or New York City. Laredo is surrounded by nothing more than rural ranching towns on its side of the border.

"We suffer, but we don't suffer to the extent that a Laredo would," said Wilma Grey, director of the Newark Public Library.

Some worry that the closing could send a message that books and reading are not priorities in Laredo, a hot, steamy city of 230,000 that is choked by smog from trucks lining up at the border, which is home to the nation's biggest entry point for trucks and trains.

Nearly half of the population of Webb County, which includes Laredo, lacks basic literacy skills, according to the National Center for Education Statistics.

Fewer than 1 in 5 city residents has a college degree. And about 30 percent of the city lives below the poverty level, according to the 2000 census.

Laredo residents can still purchase books online, but civic leaders fear that without a bookstore, many residents will not have the opportunity to buy books.

Many also feel that the stigma of not having a bookstore hurts Laredo's reputation.

Outsiders, even other Texans, do not always distinguish between "los dos Laredos," the relatively peaceful city in Texas, and Nuevo Laredo, across the border in Mexico, which has been wracked by drug-war violence.

But some bookstore supporters are undaunted.

Maria Soliz, Laredo Public Library director, is leading the charge to get a bookstore back. The city's library system was already planning to open two more branches over the next two years to meet demand. That's in addition to the two-story main library painted in bold, Mexican-inspired colors that serves about 400,000 visitors annually.

"It's not reflective of the city that they're closing," Soliz said. "I know this city can support a bookstore."

Deason said the Laredo store is profitable, but its profits are not significant when factoring in the expenses of running a chain that's being phased out.

Some people also question the city's priorities. As Elaine Perry walked out of the bookstore earlier this month with a heavy bag of hardcovers, she criticized a recent proposal to build an indoor snow park.

"A snowboarding park in Laredo," Perry said. "Have you ever heard of anything so stupid?"

Bookstore customers tend to be well educated and to have disposable income, said Michael Norris, an analyst with Simba Information. But that demographic is hardly what makes or breaks the business, he said.

A bookstore is "either the cultural center in its community, or it's a pile of books with a roof over it," Norris said.

The B. Dalton in Laredo certainly skews toward the latter. It has narrow aisles, no coffee for sale and not a single chair to sit and read.

City Trendz employee Seve Perez said much of the traffic at Mall del Norte comes from Mexico, both from Nuevo Laredo and deal-seeking shoppers bused in from the country's interior.

Standing behind a rack of sale T-shirts that read "Save Texas Rap," the 66-year-old said his bookish daughters will be crushed when the bookstore leaves.

Next door, Laredo resident Misti Saenz walked out of B. Dalton with a sack of nine romance novels for her teenage daughter. She was stocking up before the store closes Jan. 16.

"It's going to be a total bummer," Saenz said. "It made me wish I had shopped there more."

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Thursday, December 17, 2009


Wrapped gently I’m in agony tied to life that is lifeless. I stand still in time needing to be free and true.

I am the girl tightly wrapped in gentle bondage that has taken over my life over and over again. Seeing is far and believing is away. The ties that bind are holding me so tight that I am pushed to the breaking point of the cliff's edge. Life has stills and moments that are empty like a hollowed out egg shell. Tainted and filled with nothing I profess to be a girl who is slowly showing death and no face of expression.

As my hands are bound tight I feel like I’m floating, floating like a butterfly in a deceiving world. I see nothing, hear nothing, but taste the death of girl who’s wrapped in gentle bondage. Gentle as it is, it hurts like hell! Burning on the eve of a cold winter’s day that seems like its a hundred degrees especially in my mind. I can’t fight it! I can’t get free! I am just bound in the murky madness of a mind that has an ending, but only to end tragically.

I’m tired, tired of all the flesh eating viruses and the mess that plagues me at every waking moment while I’m held captive but ever so gently. It’s me lying here and manifesting my own ego and preparing for the grand finale. The grand finale of the showing that’s wrapped in madness, lies, happiness, and fear that has embattled me. Why me I ask? It’s the conclusion that’s striking in many aspects of this whole mess.

Poof it’s over! The finale, the ending, it’s over! Then I wake up and look at myself and realize “get your shit together!” As I see myself I touch my face and my hands look tattered and swollen. Rubbing them has made me realize that gentle bondage is in my mind and I’m in a cycle. A gentle but tragic cycle that continues to keep this girl in gentle bondage.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

7 Habits' Deal Could Shake Up E-Book Publishing!


When the history of e-books is eventually written, Stephen R. Covey may get an entire chapter. That's because the author of The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People and Principle-Centered Leadership has moved his e-book rights to those titles from Simon & Schuster to an exclusive arrangement with for its Kindle e-reader.

The move, announced Tuesday by Amazon, is being watched carefully by traditional publishers. They are concerned that more popular authors could make a greater share of profits by licensing their e-book rights directly to e-publishers, rather than by going through print publishers.

50 Versus 25 Percent

According to news reports, Covey will release other titles exclusively as e-books through Amazon. The deal was made with Amazon on Covey's behalf through RosettaBooks, which has said the author will receive half of the net proceeds. Traditional publishers generally offer 25 percent of net from digital publications.

In addition to the higher royalty, Amazon's plans to heavily promote the titles were also reportedly a factor in the author's decision.

One cause for traditional publishers' alarm -- and potentially a big reason why the move could warrant its own chapter in the history books -- is because digital rights are not specifically spelled out in older publishing contracts. Covey's The 7 Habits was first published in 1989 and is a steady seller.

Authors are beginning to contend that any rights not explicitly defined in a contract belong to them, while publishers are maintaining that e-rights are covered. In fact, The New York Times reported Monday that Random House sent a letter this past week to major literary agents, emphasizing that it retains the exclusive right to electronic book publishing.

Although still small by most standards, the e-book market is rapidly heating up. In addition to Amazon's industry-leading Kindle, Barnes & Noble recently released its nook e-reader. While the nook has received less-than-stellar reviews for its technical performance, it does offer some new features, such as e-book lending.

Book Industry 'Fighting Electronic Forms'

Sony has also released several e-book readers, and e-book software is becoming available on smartphones -- including a recently released Kindle app for the iPhone. And Apple's long-rumored tablet computer could have a major impact on e-publishing, if and when it emerges next year.

Brad Shimmin, an analyst with industry research firm Current Analysis, said traditional book publishers are resisting the impact of the new technologies on their content, as did the music industry at first. Starting years ago, he said, the publishing industry "has been fighting electronic forms" of books.

Shimmin noted that the movie and TV industry has learned lessons from the false starts by the music industry, but the book industry has not. Additionally, he pointed out, the book industry "doesn't have the leverage" of the movie and TV companies, who often control the distribution of their products as well as the creation.

Michael Gartenberg, a vice president at Interpret, added that Apple was able to get exclusivity for digital music rights of many songs, which gave it a big leg up as the space developed. He said similar moves by Amazon, if replicated across many titles, could do the same in the new e-publishing industry.

Books magazine apologizes for 'Afro Picks' cover!

Publishers Weekly, the book trade magazine, is apologizing for a cover that has been strongly criticized for being racist.

The magazine's current issue shows a black woman with a crown of afro picks. The headline reads, "Afro Picks," a pun referring to an article about African-American literature. The photo was taken from Deborah Willis' "Posing Beauty," a new book of portraits and snapshots.

Responding to numerous angry Twitter comments, Publishers Weekly senior editor Calvin Reid calls the picture a sweet, funny and striking image of "quirky black hair power."

He wrote Tuesday on the magazine's Web site that he regrets offending anyone, but that it never occurred to him that anyone would be offended. He says he was "very wrong.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Irritation, raw sensation, and lots of built up inventory, that’s me. I know its time to release but don’t take the time nor a moment to get some act right. In my mind I can’t think of a god damn thing! Cluttered and oozing with built up self righteous shit I am slowly dying. Dying to concede to anything that may be the break of this lonely mass of I don’t know what.

I am one person in a mass of puss that keeps on building up and taking over my life. No one sees it but me. Deep down in the bottom of my soul I am dark, clouded, jaded, and oh my god hell! I say to myself not me, that’s not me, how can that me, a person oozing with disgust and the shit society has left at my door.

Looking for the breaking point I am blind in a black hole of vulnerability. Shall I feel my way out or just let time take control? Lost in anger that should be bubbly happiness and love, but that doesn’t work. I say that doesn’t work! Is it me or them, who is it, why me. Loosing control I am slipping and sliding like the devil that comes after you but doesn’t reach you because he’s on black ice and borrowed time. Time is time and so is this nonsense that seems to take over my voice, my life and my whole damn existence!

Reaching for something that is not in my grasp is me in bondage. Wrapped up and gagged, is me. In this lonely existence my time is not mine and seems to disappear before my eyes. When I feel my way for something, something that can rescue me my hands grab air, darkness, and hot ass fire. I want I need that something, that anything I can feel, hold on to and touch to tell me it’s ok.

Shaking, steaming and feeling my way for a journey I feel is owed to me is hard as hell! As I try to get out my hell and feel for something I look down at oozing puss full of society shit, and broke ass full of nothing but heartache that keeps pounding and pounding harder to escape the ruckus. The complete idiotic mentality is a joke and it get’s played over and over again.

Again and again we take the plunge into our shit and waste time and keep putting our hands into our own pocket puss.

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Christian Publishers Fight Over Kids' Books!

Thomas Nelson, the world's largest publisher of English-language Bibles, accused its competitor, Evangelical publisher Zondervan, of copyright infringement, civil conspiracy and breach of contract for hiring the same children's book illustrator. Nelson claims that Zondervan's "Princess Twins" children's book series look an awful lot like Nelson's "Gigi, God's Little Princess" series, right down to the button noses, white cats and tea parties.

Meredith Johnson, the illustrator for both book series, is also a defendant in the federal complaint. Nelson says Johnson began working with it in October 2004 on its successful "Gigi" books.

In that series, Gigi and her friend Frances provide Christian lessons to girls between the ages of 4 and 8, who can also buy Gigi dolls, toys, stickers, dress-up kits and clothes.

"'Gigi's First Day of School' was the number one selling Christian DVD for at least two weeks in 2009," Nelson says in its complaint.

Nelson complains that soon after Gigi's debut, Zondervan hired Johnson to draw its "substantially similar" Princess Twins series.

Zondervan's Princess Emma and Nelson's Gigi "both have round faces, dark wavy hair, button noses, two prominent front teeth and virtually identical smiles," according to the complaint. It adds that several story lines are the same, and each girl has a white cat.

Johnson started working for Nelson on a work-for-hire basis and was "apparently remained disgruntled with the compensation," when she negotiated a deal with Zondervan, according to the complaint.

Nelson seeks damages for breach of contract, intentional interference with business relations, copyright infringement, unfair competition, violation of the Tennessee Consumer Protection Act and civil conspiracy.

R.Kelly Writing Memoir!

R. Kelly is writing more chapters, only this time, it's not for his "Trapped" saga, but for a new memoir.

The 42-year-old singer, writer and producer says in a statement issued Wednesday that he is working on an autobiography with David Ritz that will "tell it like it is."

He has a lot to talk about. He's one of the best-selling recording artists in history but also one of the most controversial.

The book promises to go through all his drama, including child pornography charges that ended with an acquittal.

The autobiography is untitled right now, just like his new CD. It's scheduled for release by Tavis Smiley's SmileyBooks in 2011.

Monday, December 7, 2009


As I breathe and cling to life I breathe ever so gently like a snail taking it’s time after a fresh rain. Clinging to life like hanging on a jungle vine with no where to fall is more than I can take. The blood in my veins rushes up to my head and I am confused.

Screaming to the world so someone can hear me I turn and put my arms over my head and cry, cry like rain hits during a hurricane. Clarity has yet to enter my mind because of the range of emotions that’s cluttered like cock roaches bunched up in a ghetto house in the bottoms. I don’t know why it’s me. I ask myself that over and over again. It plays out in my mind like a phenomenal movie script gone wrong.

No daddy no mommy to hear me cry to hear me laugh. I don’t know why it’s me. No connection to a soft voice who tells me “baby I love you.” No voice to tell me “you are daddies little girl.” No voice just utter silence and confusion. I can’t see me anywhere. I don’t belong. I am just I instead of “we.”

Torn completely in half of the destruction of two people who made bad choices and left me out in the cold with no one to hold me and love me. I don’t know why it’s me. As I try to clarify the madness in my head I try to breathe. Breathe to catch my breath because there is no one there for comfort me. As I struggle with all the pretty tragedies that plagued me I see nothing but a lost soul. My soul is empty, confused, mad, angry and lost. It has me in hell caught up like a hoe is with her pimp. I don’t know why it’s me.

Tragedies are mini life stories dying for someone like mommy or daddy to breathe air into what it could be. Dying to have closeness, love, and life is non existent. The mind plays tricks on you and creates something that isn’t there. I am breathing like a person on their death bed as they seep into their last moments and take their final breath. I need someone to help me, pick me up and save me! I breathe a fragile but tragic breath and I float like air. Falling softly I’m floating like a jellyfish in a place of all things beauty but tragic. As I leave I destruct like a volcano that spills hotness, madness and fire wanting and wishing for that someone…I breathe little breaths like fish blowing gentle bubbles in a sea of blackness.

Pretty, loveless, confusion, and falling into hell is me. Why it’s me I don’t know. Death is my portal and I am that one who enters it while falling softly into a pretty tragedy.

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Sunday, December 6, 2009


Your jingling baby go head baby…oh those words from L.L Cool J himself. Wow, how that resonates with so many young people of yesterday and today. It’s funny that so much of what is said in rap songs seem to find its way in our living rooms, classrooms and yes our children’s mouths.

Jiggle this, shake that, and let’s not forget drop like it’s hot. Not at all a good look! American society has taken the first amendment to the level beyond the first. It’s so far gone that so many of who resides in American society is counting the days when this all will parish. Well not to that extreme but something like it. Your parents tell you not to smoke, not to have sex, not to talk to strangers and keep your ass in school. Yet is seems most of that is drawn out in a coloring book that’s sold in every major store where you lay out the big dollars to get the must have no no’s. With society steadily evolving to a quick demeaning way of life the hypocrites are sitting back and spreading the love. So many folks say one thing and do something else. It’s back and forth with all the plagued antics of politicians, music videos and dead beat parents not being the role models of today. Why should so many young people grow up in a society that says “don’t do that” then turns it's ugly head around and does it without hesitation.

Sadness is upon us daily with hypocrisy and double your trouble wrong doings at the wheel. Wow, I thought Jesus was at the wheel! When your pastor tells you to put God first and you follow, but yet he’s sticking his “john” in every va-jay jay he can while preaching the word to his congregation. Weakness shows its self daily. People that are, or at least you think are on the right track seem to follow this thing we call temptation. That’s bull! It seems that when there is a mess up someone is blaming someone or something. Then here comes rehab, then praise, then what else a world tour. Oh the society we live in, don’t you just love it.

Hypocrites come in all forms of people. The faces are faces we are familiar with on a daily basis. Our mothers, fathers, teachers, pastors, politicians, and our growing number of celebrity wannabes. Yes, wannabes of celebrity distortion who are clawing their way to the top and has their trap on every news station, internet website, and of course now the in books. Now it’s time to realize how messed up our society really is with just opening your eyes and seeing it for what it truly is.

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Saturday, December 5, 2009


The mack daddy, sugar daddy and spiritual daddy is what God is to most people. So much of what God puts in front of us, he is a part of in more ways than you will ever know. The purpose of his presence is to make us see the wrong and turn it around into something good. Sins come in all forms with no boundaries. So much of what we experience and deliver is what God puts in front of us. He makes us who we are, but there is a catch. Do my will and you will reap the ultimate blessings. Isn’t that what a pimp says to his hoe? Isn’t that what a pastor says to his flock? The realization comes in forms of following the word of God and seeking an understanding of what the word truly is. In a narrow minded society the true father of spirit has become our daddy. The daddy of all daddies who we spill our guts and glory to, who we get mad at and throw three year old fits, and who we have hot fornicating sex with like it’s no tomorrow. Wow! Are we living in the last days or what! The order of the steps is to follow, acknowledge and understand while you proceed with caution. When your mom says listen to what your daddy says, don’t you think you better shut up and listen? It’s ironic that so many people claim to want a daddy but fall into the trap of a fa├žade of what a real daddy is, but don’t take heed to the message. Whether you are running down behind your real daddy who isn’t there or your sugar daddies for money, or your pastor for guidance, just listen to the calling of the real father. Listening takes effort, and in this society where there is no discipline and no divine intervention, it’s not likely this will happen. Those daddies that you want and crave are individuals put in front of you for a reason but known only to God. Realizing who your true daddy is will be up to you, and when you find that; you will always have a daddy in the man above; GOD.

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Busty beauties, big ass black chicks, and hyper sexual individuals are nothing new. Lusting after people who are like this is hyped up like tea baggers and death panels, which is just nothing new. The organic factor goes out the window because everything is added to or just plain manufactured.

A simple side of leaving it to the imagination doesn’t exist in a pop culture society full of drugs, sex and lust. It’s hard to find that one beauty that is organically well put together and still oozes sex appeal. When it comes, it comes at you like the rock slide that happened in Tennessee. You can’t let it go because you don’t know when that clean organic factor that gives a natural sex appeal may appear again. That’s what happened when Elizabeth came to town.

It was a nice spring day in New York City. The warmth and all the likeness of spring was in the air. Massive amounts of people were walking and talking on their cell phones and in the grove as usual. Elizabeth a native of Crisfield Maryland moved to New York to finish her degree in engineering. She moved to Brooklyn where she was renting a nice brownstone with lots of city charm. Elizabeth was the kind of girl that was focused and never put a lot of effort into her look or her clothing choices. Her hair was long and loosely curled and naturally highlighted. No salon no instant color from a cvs drug store. The clothing she choose was your everyday jeans, plaid shirts with princess puff sleeves and her converse sneakers. This was her wardrobe that made her complete. Back in her small town on the eastern shore of Maryland it was standard, at least for Elizabeth. So many people were following trends and trying to be wannabees of some sort of demeaning cult or so-called keeping up with the Jones. To Elizabeth she was being herself even living in a big city full of fashion ideas and new trends happening daily. Everyday she left her brownstone she walked down those somewhat smelly New York streets to catch the train. With her loosely natural curled hair blowing in the wind and her standard attire she was on her way. Her accessories were a nice sterling silver necklace that was a gift from her mom and a Rolex watch that was inherited from her grandmother. No make-up ever touched this natural beauty only carmex for chapped lips. The smell Elizabeth gave off was a smell of flowers, flowers that bloomed in the south when spring first arrives. She was a one of kind organic beauty that wasn’t seen quite often. Most people stared and when she saw them looking they quickly turned away. Women that were all glammed up just wondered why she didn’t take her beauty to the next level. It wasn’t in Elizabeth to pile on the make up and wear massive amounts of accessories. Her style was clean, fresh and simple.

Living in a big city like New York she never felt pressured to be like most of the girls who was rocking the glam look daily. She was being who she was and of course focusing on school. At this point she had been living in New York City for almost a year. Friends were somewhat non existent because of her studies. When she met men they were very attracted to her because of ability to look great without all the extras. This was very attractive to many older men as well as young men living in a city full of divas who showed the goods every chance they got. Elizabeth attracted all types of men who wanted to connect with a real natural woman who had so much. When men were around her they sniffed her and took in the smell and went home and had little adolescence wet dreams. The freshness was appealing even to women. Most women who came in contact with Elizabeth were inspired to be like her and tried to ooze the organic sex appeal that came natural. It wasn’t something they could emulate because they were already tainted, and bitten by the bug of fashion trends, sex and hardcore madness that came in the form of a bad attitude. Every chance Elizabeth had, she hung out at a hip coffee shop where she wrote her papers and drank regular coffee, unlike most people who indulged in lattes. So many who walked by the coffee shop stared and wondered who this beauty was that looked so different. All eyes were on Elizabeth from morning when she left to attend her classes to evening when she returned home to her Brooklyn brownstone.

Elizabeth didn’t let all the attention bother her in any way possible. She just kept pressing on and didn’t care one way or the other. One day while at her usual outing at the neighborhood coffee shop she was sitting down typing on her lap top. She was excited because she had been using the new windows 7. An older gentlemen on his way home walks by the coffee shop and notices Elizabeth. He stares in the window at her for about a minute, and then decides to enter and approach her. This man was a distinguished looking man with salt and pepper hair and slim in build. “Hello young lady how are you?” Elizabeth looks up and smiles with her gleaming natural white teeth. “I’m ok.” “What is your name?” “My name is Elizabeth and yours.” “I’m Eric…Eric Tingle.” “I just want to let you know how beautiful I think you are.” “It’s not everyday that I see a natural beauty like your self in this city.” In her little girl voice that attracted men to the fullest, Elizabeth tells Eric; “Thanks Eric, I do appreciate you saying that.” As Eric was beginning to make more conversation Elizabeth began to pack up her books and her laptop and leave. “Well I guess I will see you around sometime Eric.” “Ok Elizabeth it was nice meeting you.” As Elizabeth walked out Eric held her overwhelming natural smell in his nose until he reached home. Of course he was married with a beautiful wife and kids. He entered his home with Elizabeth still on his mind. He kissed his wife and went upstairs straight for his office. There he plopped down in his chair leaned his head back and finally exhaled. At that moment Eric constantly smelled his hands or any part of his clothing that may have had Elizabeth’s smell on him. He couldn’t deny it, the strong attraction to a young natural beauty like that was strong and he wanted more. His lusting began that day and from that day forward he wanted to touch, sniff, and have contact with Elizabeth. Most of the men that met Elizabeth did what Eric did and some did more like masturbation. It wasn’t likely that Eric would have a chance with Elizabeth. However, every chance he got to see her he made a point to be somewhat close to her. It was a constant struggle but it was already set in motion for Eric to continue is sexual attraction to a young woman like Elizabeth who oozed natural sex appeal in so many ways. Eric thought to himself, “Wow! Elizabeth is so sexually fragile, and so naturally floetic that my brain masturbates like rushing waters splitting a mountain and building a canyon.” “OMG!”

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Friday, December 4, 2009


The grocery store, a place we all go to buy food and little odds and ends that we need during the week. Each week we pick ourselves up and trek to our local market. We make our list of food items and goodies that we have to have each week. It’s interesting how a simple trip to the grocery store can spawn life changing events. Darlene is like most people who shops at the grocery store. She makes her list of food items that she needs to make her week complete. Making the list is one thing, but sticking to it is another. We have all gone that route.

It was Saturday about 9 am and Darlene woke up went down stairs in her white furry bedroom shoes and her hideous food spotted, torn and raggedy pajamas. There’s no marriage and no children in Darlene’s world. She weighs about four hundred pounds; give or take a few. Moving is not what she does best. However a trip to the local grocery store is one of her favorite moves of all. After drinking a large cup of orange soda she finally got up and went to dress for the trip to the grocery store. As she undressed in the mirror she looked at the numerous large dented cellulite spots and massive rolls on her big body. It wasn’t an eye opening moment, but an oh well moment. Eating was what kept her sane and happy. Finally she got dressed in the normal huge, pockets in the front dress, aka “the moo moo.” She did her hair and added some make up and walked out of her tiny apartment. Yes, I said tiny. How ironic. As she was getting into her small red Kia she had to twist and turn and literally shove herself in her car. She couldn’t afford much, because going to the grocery store was where all her money went.

Darlene arrived at her local Smith’s grocery store in Las Vegas. Once again she did her usual song and dance twisting and turning and pulling to get her four hundred pound body out of the car. Finally success! Now she could enter the grocery store and get her favorite foods. Upon entering the Smith’s grocery store she looked over at the cart return. She dreaded the cart return. That meant that after loading her overflowing cart full of groceries in her small red Kia she had to move again and return the cart. How she hated doing that! In Darlene’s mind being big, that meant not much movement at all. After getting in the grocery story she headed down the isle full of snacks. Darlene filled her cart up half way with lays chips, Doritos, and corn chips. She really went for tostados along with her favorite mild salsa. She thought to herself “yummy can’t wait to get home to eat you!” She continued her shopping for very little vegetables and or meat. She did manage to get a pack of chicken thighs. Of course that’s the most fatty part of the chicken. To Darlene food was her life, but goodies were even better. After collecting ten bottles of Pepsi pop and strolling through the isles to make sure she didn’t need anything else she entered the check out line. There was young black girl at the register doing the check out. Darlene thought “oh omg, how could they let such filth work at my favorite store.” As the old gray haired lady was done getting her groceries wrung up she inched out slowly as a snail would on his patrol after a nice southern rain. It was Darlene’s turn. She put all of her food on the conveyer belt and the young black girl started to ring up her groceries. As the young black cashier was ringing up Darlene’s groceries she was snickering. Darlene couldn’t believe a black cashier was laughing at her. “I can’t even think what this black bitch is laughing about.” Deep down inside she was glad there was confrontation at least in her mind. She didn’t want to think of the dreaded cart return. Coming to the end of the cart full of groceries, the black cashier said “it will be four-hundred and twelve dollars miss.” Darlene was embarrassed but didn’t show it on her face. As Darlene swiped her debit card the young black cashier was still snickering. Handing Darlene her receipt she looked over at another cashier who happened to be a prissy white girl and continued her snickering. Darlene looked stunned but realized it was all part of society. Especially against big fat people who didn’t return their carts.

She wheeled her overflowing cart full of groceries to her small red Kia. Panting and out of breath she slowly arrived to her car and stopped to breath before loading the groceries in. Looking around she saw a few people, and she thought they were watching her. It wasn’t she was thinking, many people were just loading in their groceries and leaving. After taking nearly twenty-five minutes of loading her groceries in her car she was out of breath again. She stopped and leaned up against her small red Kia to catch her breath. She started to hold her chest as if coming to the grocery store was too much for her. “Well here goes to this disgusting cart return.” Darlene hated going back to return the cart. Returning the cart meant that people could spend time looking at her and her fatness. She really wanted to leave the cart there and go home and eat her Doritos. In an instant Darlene stopped and decided not to return the cart. She left it right there in the middle of the Smith’s grocery store parking lot.

Opening the door the whole song and dance started with her twisting and turning and shoving herself in her car. Just as she closed her door with the cart still beside her small red Kia in the middle of the parking lot, a car pulled up beside her. It was a nice car that no one wanted a scratch on. This car a white BMW 750I and my all means it was clean and brand new. Just as Darlene was beginning to adjust herself someone knocked on her window. It was a young black woman with a professional look and wearing nice tailored clothing. Darlene looked up and let her window down. The lady whose name is also Darlene but they call her D.L. was knocking on her window because the cart that she left hit her car. “Excuse me miss did you leave this cart here?” Darlene looked and thought “why didn’t I return that damn cart?” “Yes, I left it there, but people leave carts in grocery store parking lots all the time.” “Okay well then you will be glad to pay for the scratch on my new car.” “Why should I pay for the scratches on your car, when I didn’t do anything wrong?” “Well you intentionally left the cart in the middle of the parking lot didn’t you?” “Well…I’m not sure.” “Miss you just told me yes, you did leave it in the middle of the parking lot.” Darlene looked stunned and couldn’t believe all this was happening over not returning a cart to the cart return. Darlene sighs and looks at the sophisticated black lady. “Ok Miss…what’s your name?” “My name is Darlene.” Darlene’s eyes widen with surprise. She never thought a black person would have her name. “Okay what can I do?” “Well you can first start by getting out of your car and giving me all of your information.” Darlene with her overweight body managed to do her large song and dance by twisting and turning to get out of her small red Kia. The two Darlene’s exchanged information and as Darlene started to get back in her small red Kia her breathing started to get faster and faster. As she was holding her chest she turned around and looked at D.L. and extended her large hand. Mumbling she managed to ask for help and then clasped. D.L whose name is Darlene took out her iphone and called 911. The ambulance and the cops showed up in the Smith’s grocery store parking lot.

As Darlene was on the ground she started to dream of what else food. It took about an hour to get her four-hundred pound body on the stretcher. She arrived at the hospital and the emergency room team examined her in a panic. Darlene had had a heart attack. While in emergency surgery she dreamt again. This time it was about her wake up call of her life. She was overweight, racist, and lonely. After surgery was over she was wheeled in intensive care. She woke up the following day which was a Sunday and vaguely remembered what happened. She looked around and thought this looks unfamiliar and there’s no smell of food anywhere.

The doctors and came into her room and let her know what had happened to her while at the grocery store. Darlene thought to herself “all this while at Smith’s and for not returning a cart to the cart return.” Just then another doctor came in and she sort of recognized her but her memory was not fully there. As D.L started talking to her, Darlene remembered. “Hello Darlene remember me?” “I think so.” “I am the lady who you let the cart hit my car, and I asked you for your information.” “Okay now I do.” “Well I am Doctor Darlene, but you can call me D.L.” “We just operated on you and saved your life.” “Darlene looked stunned because the thoughts she had of D.L were terrible and racist. “I am so sorry for that cart hitting your car, I didn’t realize…” “That’s fine so many people don’t’ realize until they need help.” You were very lucky this time, but if you don’t change your life there may not be a next time.” Darlene bowed her head in shame, and said “yes doctor you are right, I do need to change my life, but change my attitude as well.” “What do you mean your attitude?” As Darlene started to tell Doctor D.L about her disgusting behavior about food, the doctor also learned about Darlene’s racist behavior. “Well what’s your feeling now, that you have had a wake up call?” “Now I do see the evil side of my ways.” “It’s not because I had a heart attack and survived, but because I was an evil fat, racist, and disgusting person who blamed people for everything, especially black people.” “I am so sorry for being that way!” Darlene’s eyes watered and she burst into a sobbing cry like nothing doctor D.L had seen or heard before. Doctor D.L picked up Darlene’s hand and told her it was going to be fine.

The next couple of days was resting and dealing with her health and her life issues. Darlene decided to work with a nutritionist and seek therapy to work on her issues of anger and fear while in the hospital. Within days it time to go home and continue working on her self and to start fresh. Thinking to her self as she plopped down on her tattered plaid sofa and smiling “that damn cart return, is no joke!”

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Tuesday, December 1, 2009


Shaking, twisting, jiving and just plain moving is body language of Leon. The body language of many tells a story that is like no other. Leon’s body shook and ducked and swirled like it wasn’t going to stop. That’s what you call cracked out body language. Leon was from a town very small set on the east coast. He was born in this town and spent most of his life there jerking and shaking like so many on the streets of Snow hill. Most days Leon would stand around or lay on the wet, dirty, and nasty ground craving a piece of hard white rock. Walking the streets is what he did mostly, begging and jonesing for that fix until he could get one. When Leon couldn’t get his smoke on, his body would shake into a convulsion. It would shake as if it was an earth quake hitting LA. White, green, and brown bubbling vomit would come out of his mouth and his hands would rub his body as if it was on fire. His body would normally burn inside like flesh burning on the stove top. After all that’s what jonesing is right? This was normal for Leon until he got his fix. Mostly he was a loner. Can you believe it, a loner in a small town! He had other friends like Harold, Jim, and David, but their bodies shook so much that it was the end for them. Leon a man of no means in Snow Hill was separated from his family, no friends and no kids. Many women despised him or said “yuck” at the sight of him. As the days of Leon went on his body walked, shook, convulsed and laid still until he got that fix. That fix, that jonesing factor that ropes you in like hot heated sex. Leon’s jonesing was the hard white stuff. His body wouldn’t lie. It was inevitable that Leon would ever see a normal life. His life was the fix and the fix was his life. It was time for Leon’s body to talk to him about his troubles, but Leon didn’t listen. He continued to shake, and convulse like a person having a heart attack. This isn’t the end of the story, because we all know that most people like Leon stick around for quite some time. People like him keep the cracked out body language going as if they have nine lives. For Leon it will come but for now his body keeps jonesing, convulsing, and shaking like it ain’t anything.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Going Rogue! The Breakdown!

Want to get through Sarah Palin's book? Here is a way to break it down.

A look at Palin's most frequently used words capture some of the key themes of the former Alaska governor's memoir: Alaska, campaign, Todd, family, kids, right, governor, government, oil, work, energy.

Saturday, November 28, 2009



Cracking, splitting, and dying to expand is the crack in the sidewalk. We walk on it, around it, and hop over it, not knowing what the crack means. The crack in the sidewalk has a purpose so Sweet-thang thought. She walked over that same crack everyday and every night. It was summer 1965 in the hot south. Sweet-thang was walking the streets only for a purpose not known to her. In her world and in her town, Macon GA, there wasn’t much else to do but walk the streets. Chocolate, curvy and an afro that was Sweet-Thang. Men whistled and stared but Sweet-thang had better thangs to do. When she walked she looked down and always wondered why the sidewalk cracked and didn’t go back. It was hot as fire in Macon GA, which to most southerners was a bit southern town. She dreamed of being bigger than life, but that’s as far as it went. Sweet-thang always had her eye on the crack in the sidewalk because she knew that she was that crack. Broken, black, beaten down from the prejudice south. All the experiences she had encountered with blacks hating her because she’s dark to white folks spitting at her because she was a negro. Sweet-thang felt that she and the crack in the sidewalk had everything in common. Getting walked on, stomped on, and ran over was what she felt in her soul. Sweet-thang got inspired by the crack in the sidewalk. She wrote a piece about it:

I have noticed the crack in the sidewalk. As I journey on it, near it and far from it, it propels me to keep it moving. The sidewalk and I are not much different as I am broken in many ways. My heart is cracked down the middle, sideways and just broke. I thought no one or nothing was quite like me. Now I see the crack in the sidewalk as I see myself. I can finally pick up the pieces and see the beauty in myself as I see the beauty in the crack in the sidewalk. The sidewalk, cracked, peeled, broken, and ripped down the middle. There’s such beauty in the cracked sidewalk. The journey I have taken going and coming on that sidewalk is a journey I have learned to see for what it truly is. The cracks, the bits of falling pieces peeling off and ever expanding concrete is what I see in myself. I am those bits of falling pieces and the splitting crack down the middle. I know now why I journeyed on that sidewalk each and everyday. No matter what happens in life you can always put those pieces back together.

*I am Sweet-Thang and this is my piece*

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Flash Fiction! "SCREAMING A DREAM"


Gut busting, hands sweating, and blood flowing, I am screaming a dream. As I look in the mirror at a human a person an individual I wonder why can’t I find it! Is it near or is it six feet under. My soul churns like hot coals burning in hundred degree fire. I’m on fire with a dream that can make me or break me. Burning inside I dare to say, to want, or need anything. That dream in me is like a baby dying to get out of its mother’s womb. My heart is saying one thing, but my mind is saying another. Should I or shouldn’t I dream big? My body and soul is screaming to dream in every inch of me. I can’t deny the screams are loud, loud like a baby cries for its mother. Wanting and needing that something for completion is what’s in me. As I close my eyes and place my hands over my ears, I scream and scream so loud that walls shatter and the blood runs through my veins so thick that it cuts like a river rushing through a canyon. It’s cutting deep, deep in my hollow soul and in my mind that keeps running like the L.A traffic. I want it I see it, I can reach it! At that moment silence takes over like the calm before a storm. There it is, it’s the dream I scream to dream.

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

English Grammar Rules - How We Got Lost on the Way to Grammar's House!

This is a fantastic article on how our grammar has changed over time. Read and enjoy!

There was a time, way back in the murky past, when understanding English Grammar was considered to be one of the fundamentals taught at schools in the English speaking world. For some reason, this has changed over the past few decades and a more holistic approach to literacy instruction has been advocated. However, even highly intelligent students now seem to struggle when it comes to the conventions of writing in English. Clearly, there are some things that just don't automatically happen via exposure to language and texts. There are still some basic elements of language learning, including those pesky Grammar rules, which must be actively taught.

In fact, it is somewhat misleading to refer to English Grammar rules as 'rules'. They are not rules in the same way that we have rules of cricket, for instance. If we wanted to know about the rules of cricket, we would simply consult the official Cricket Rule Book. However, we cannot do something similar if we want to know about English Grammar rules. There is no official English Grammar Guide that contains all the laws of the language. These rules are not so much 'rules' as they are 'conventions', agreed upon quite informally over time by the majority of those who use the language.

So if they are not really rules at all, then why do we need to follow them? It is not mandatory to follow conventions. People are allowed to differ from the norm. The supposed English Grammar rules are not laws! I will not go to jail if I tell the police, 'I seen the man what robbed the place!' I will not have to face an officious magistrate if I am overheard telling a friend, 'There ain't nothing I can do about it.' And, assuming I was not supposed to be at work all weekend, I will not be fired if I tell a co-worker, 'Me and Billy was just down at the pub on the weekend, wasn't we Billy?'

The police officer, my friend and my co-worker would all understand me. They would get the message I intended to convey. Does this mean that understanding English Grammar is unnecessary? This would be the case if it were only the meaning of our communications that were important. However, this is clearly not the case. Successful communication between two people involves not only the sender of the message, but also the receiver of the message. And the perception formed by the receiver of the message can be vitally important. This perception will be influenced by the manner in which the message is sent. If the conventions of Grammar are followed, the message may well be received more favourably since both the sender and receiver of the message are using the same system for communicating.

Consider the case when the communication is not made verbally, but in writing. Writing is a far more formal medium. The expectation that goes along with this is that English Grammar rules will be followed more closely in writing than in speaking. There is no doubt that if my written statement, 'I seen the man what robbed the place!' was distributed to a jury, then my credibility would be somewhat reduced.

The way language is used does matter. English Grammar rules may not be rules per se, but we are still bound by them. The effective communication of our intended meaning and the perception of our message by those that receive it depend upon communicators 'playing' by the rules. There are times that our communications need to appear professional and credible. This is why understanding English Grammar should be reinstated as a fundamental focus of our study of language at school.

Brad Nugent is a school psychologist from Western Australia. He enjoys helping others to improve their learning outcomes, particular with regards to written expression.

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Monday, November 9, 2009

Literary Wednesday Presents: Author Joseph Moore!

Join me for a special literary Wednesday as we welcome Eastern Shore Md author Joseph Moore. He is the author of the book "Murder On Maryland's Eastern Shore: Race, Politics and the case of Orphan Jones." He will be discussing this facinating story about this young African American man, orphan jones who was accused of murdering his white employer. Joe Moore is a native of the the town Berlin, Md. He is an attorney turned author, that felt compelled to bring us such a facinating true story that happened on Maryland's eatern Shore. Mark your calenders as we bring you a great interview by author Joesph Moore.

Tune in Wed Nov 11@ 5pm est.

Friday, November 6, 2009

New Book! Bright-Sided! How The Relentless Promotion Of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America!

Check out this fantastic book by author Barbara Ehrenreich. She discuss in her book the Bright-Sided that convincingly there are symptoms of a noxious virus infecting all corners of American life that goes by the name “positive thinking.”

What started as a 19th-century response to dour Calvinism has, over the years, turned equally oppressive, Ehrenreich writes. Stacks of best sellers equate corporate success with a positive attitude. Flimsy medical research claims that cheerfulness can improve the immune system. In a growing number of American churches, confessions of poverty or distress amount to heresy. America’s can-do optimism has hardened into a suffocating culture of positivity that bears little relation to genuine hope or happiness.

Ehrenreich’s inspiration for “Bright-Sided” came from her year of dealing with breast cancer. From her first waiting room experience in 2000 she was choking on pink ribbons and other “bits of cuteness and sentimentality” — teddy bears, goofy top-10 lists, cheesy poetry accented with pink roses. The sticky cheerfulness extended to support groups, where expressions of dread or outrage were treated as emotional blocks. “The appropriate attitude,” she quickly realized, was “upbeat and even eagerly acquisitive.” The word “victim” was taboo.

In this book she discuss churches and corporate America. She talks how American's are out of touch with what makes you truly happy. Some how some way something out there makes each one of us happy, it's just up to us to find it.

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Friday, October 30, 2009

Flash Fiction! Self-Esteem

Self-Esteem is life altering, mind taking, conscience misbehaving and self spinning out of control. It closes in on your life like the walls of a psychiatric ward. It hounds you like a hurricane manifesting into something bad or out of control. Your self-esteem can be a sore that never heals and continues to be an open wound. It will bleed and bleed and bleed until you decide to do something about the ugly of it. To so many people it’s a life altering beast that takes and takes until you say that’s enough. The roughness, the ugliness, and true vibe of self-esteem will haunt, eat, and take over your mind until you say that’s enough. What is it about this beast that continues to plague so many of us in this society? What is it about ourselves that we let such a beast win us over that we never have the will or the power or the force to fight it? When you stand face to face with self-esteem it allows you to see the bad and the potential you have inside. It allows you to face all fears and love yourself. Fighting the beast of self-esteem is up to the individual. For people that do fight the beast they see their true selves. For people that let the beast of self-esteem take them down, they have succumbed and give up to the manifestation of the beast of self-esteem.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Flash Fiction! The Plague: Illiteracy!

The Plague: Illiteracy

Illiteracy is like the plague that keeps growing in our communities. It plagues the minds of young people and keeps the minds of older people not knowing. No one is really paying attention to this mind eating plague that continues to ravish our communities, individuals and our society. Why can’t anyone see it? It’s standing right there in front of our faces and eating our minds like a flesh eating bacteria. Yes, a flesh eating bacteria that tears up the mind and body and leaves it empty like a shell on the beach. It seems no one is fighting against it, just for it. It continues to thrive and live like a disease that spreads from person to person. It’s intergenerational and thriving to be a force that we cannot take down. Societies, individuals, children and government are loosing the battle against this beast. It has creped slowly but surely into every country, state, city, and small town and no one seems to care. This plague of beast is out of control and until we win the battle with ourselves we will not win the battle against illiteracy.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009 Launches Events Calender! which is a social media networking site for bookloves launched their new events calender. It will enable publishers to promote book launches, author signings and all manner of literary events to literary aficionados. Publishers will also benefit from BookRabbit's social media service, including Twitter and Facebook, which will promote key events on the calendar to its online community.

The calender will also include author bithdays and will also enable publishers to upload details of future events twelve months in advance. Bookrabbit is fast becoming a go to site for many in the publishing industry to promote, socialize and to launch new products. It's a site with many features that many who are booklovers, writers, publishers will love.

Literary Wednesday With The Literary Diva Of Blogtalk Radio!

Tune in every Wednesday for the fabulous "Literary Wednesday", as we deliver ground breaking news in the world of literature. We also bring you authors who are at the forefront of their craft and who are making headway in the literary industry. Literary Wednesday also features the "literary eat of the week" that you can enjoy as you curl up with your favorite book by your favorite author. Check us out every Wednesday at 5pm est live.

New Book By Hulk Hogan! "My Life Outside The Ring."

Hulk Hogan has released his memoir. He opens up about his marriage, his kids, and his depression. Even though his reality show "hogan knows best" was a huge hit he does provide a few fascinating details in the book. He describes how he shredded his back muscles when he bodyslammed Andre the Giant in Wrestlemania, and how the Undertaker administered a Tombstone pile-driver that made Hogan's upper body go numb.

Later chapters focus on his challenges — an estranged wife with an apparent drinking problem, a teenage son who served jail time for a car crash that left his best friend with severe head injuries, a lifetime of post-wrestling back and knee problems.

All in all the book is a quick read that is, for the most part, highly entertaining. Hogan comes across as a likable person, the same larger-than-life character he portrayed in the ring.

Published by (St Martins Press, 320 pages, $25.99)

Sarah Palin's Big Book Pay Day!

Former GOP vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin reported Tuesday that she has received at least $1.25 million for her hugely anticipated upcoming memoir "Going Rogue."

A disclosure statement released Tuesday discusses Palin's finances from Jan. 1 to July 26, when she resigned as Alaska governor. Palin says she received the money from publisher HarperCollins for the book.

The document only provides a partial picture of the book deal because it doesn't cover the three months she has been out of office. Palin doesn't elaborate on her book compensation, describing the $1.25 million figure only as a "retainer" that appears to be a reference to her lucrative advance.

Her personal spokeswoman, Meghan Stapleton, declined to provide more details of the book deal.

"The Governor has complied with Alaska disclosure law by her filing," she said in an e-mail Tuesday. "Now, as a private citizen, her business dealings, including her publishing agreement, are confidential."

It's likely Palin will make more money when it's all said and done. "Going Rogue" catapulted to No. 1 on and Barnes & after HarperCollins announced in late September it had moved up the release date of 1.5 million copies from spring to Nov. 17.

Palin will appear on "The Oprah Winfrey Show" the day before the release of her book, which is currently listed at No. 6 on and No. 11 on Barnes &

Palin has mostly been out of the public eye while working with the ghostwriter of her memoir.

Since resigning, she's made only a few public appearances including a September speech before investors in Hong Kong. She also attended the welcome-home ceremony in Fairbanks for soldiers, including her son Track, and appeared at a gun rights event in Anchorage. She's maintained a larger presence on Facebook, posting occasional messages to almost 950,000 fans, the latest posted Monday night announcing her support of conservative candidates in New Jersey and Virginia.

In the disclosure filed with the Alaska Public Offices Commission, Palin also reported collecting $73,000 as governor in 2009 as well as $6,370.80 in per diem during her final months in office. Her annual salary as governor was $125,000.

The documents also spell out the long list of gifts that Palin received in the final months of her term, including one from former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani that would make any baseball fan jealous: $4,250 worth of tickets to a Yankees game for Palin, her husband and their daughter Willow. Other gifts listed include a $550 knife set made with snowmobile parts, women's hunting gear valued at $469.95 and travel and lodging to many locations.

In the same time period, Palin's husband Todd earned nearly $34,100 working as a production operator for oil giant BP PLC in Alaska's Prudhoe Bay oil field — a job he quit in September. The disclosure says he also made about $32,260 in the family's commercial fishing business, $3,500 in snowmobile race winnings and a $3,252 snowmobile discount from racing sponsor Arctic Cat.

Palin listed her attorney among debts of more than $1,000, noting "legal fees to fight false allegations while governor." Palin has said her family racked up more than $500,000 in legal fees stemming from multiple ethics complaints filed against her, almost all of which were dismissed.

The disclosure lists checks totaling $5,750 that Palin has received from individuals from outside Alaska, including two dating from her time last year as the running mate of Republican presidential nominee John McCain.

"Checks have not been cashed," a handwritten note says in the disclosure. "They've either been, or will be, returned via volunteers assisting with mail and communications."

It's unclear what Palin meant by the word retainer to describe her upfront book payment. Trena Keating, a literary agent in New York, didn't want to speculate on Palin's arrangement, but said book advances generally are broken down into multiple payments, usually upon signing, upon delivery of an acceptable manuscript and upon publishing, with a wide spectrum of variations possible.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Societies Foggy State! Living To Be Popular!

Society what can you say about it. It's filled with obcenities, nasty lyrics from a rap song, uneducated individuals, illiterates and no direction. In this day and age you have to wonder where did everything go. So many people faught to be treated as human beings, education, the right to be literate, and to survive. Looking around these days I don't see anyone still in the fight for those things. So much of our society has gone down the tubes to nonsense. Our children are dropping out of school, illiteracy is thriving, and no one is evolving.

Our society has seen hard times and seen great times. In these times in the present it's hard to see through the fog. Everything is so watered down and a huge facade. Almost everyone is, in one way or another trying to be famous, rich or just plain popular. Society has become a stompping ground for hot mess, violence, pimps and ho's, no education, and just plain trying be popular. It's at moments like this I just want to scream. Scream because we are living in an American society where things and people should be educated, have love for one another, and our should be children thriving.

Societies ills has manifested itself into a big fat mess. So much of it is that, people have lost touch with who they are, where they are going, and no thoughts of the future. Our children are blinded by nasty lyrics to a rap song, women shaking their asses, bling, being rich, and just plain trying to be popular. There is no focus, no thinking, no drive and no will. What will it take to get that back in a massive society who thinks being popular is being smart? What will it take? Ask yourself that question the next time you hear your child singing a Lil Wayne song or you hear an individual disrespecting the President or just plain trying to be popular.

America it's time to get focused. It's time to start thinking about doing better and loving your neighbor. Life is more than trying to be popular. It's about living, progressing and evolving. It's time to fight illiteracy, poverty, hunger, and child mortality. When I think of society, I don't think of being popular. I think we as a society can come together and progress and tackle the real issues that plague us on a daily basis.

Being part of American society is not about being popular. It's about living your life's journey and thriving in a positive way. It's about helping one another, and standing up for what you believe in, even if it's not what your neighbor believes. It's about contributing and being a productive member that your parents raised you to be. Living in society is not a game nor a popularity contest. It's plainly about living a productive, educated, and fruitful life.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Leona Lewis Attacked At Her Book Signing!

British singer Leona Lewis was attacked as she signed copies of her autobiography in central London on Wednesday, police and the book store said.

Lewis, who won the British TV talent show "The X Factor" and has topped charts around the world since, was signing copies of her book "Dreams" at a Waterstone's book store in Piccadilly Circus when she was assaulted.

"We can confirm that there was an incident at the Leona Lewis signing this afternoon," a Waterstone's spokesman said.

"The event was immediately stopped by the security guards present and the police are talking to the individual concerned."

Police said officers had arrested a 29-year-old man on suspicion of assault occasioning actual bodily harm. The man is now being questioned at a central London police station.

"My brother saw the whole incident," one fan at the book store told the BBC. "He (the attacker) walked up there with the book, she signed it and, as she looked up, he just punched her."

Lewis, whose debut album entered the U.S. charts at number one in 2008 -- the first British woman to achieve the feat, was badly shaken by the incident but did not need hospital treatment, her spokesman said.

Pick up her book "Dreams."

Barnes And Nobles New E-Reader!

Barnes & Noble Inc. is expected to unveil an electronic-book reader to compete with's Kindle in the still-small arena where some see book-selling's future playing out.

The New York Times reported that the reader, to be announced Tuesday in New York, will be called the "Nook" and sell for $259. The newspaper cited an ad set running in its book review section Sunday.

New York-based Barnes & Noble did not return calls. It launched an online store in July that sells versions of books for mobile devices and PCs. Sony also offers an e-reader, and IREX Technologies Inc. and Plastic Logic Ltd. will offer e-readers shortly.

Forrester Research predicts 3 million e-readers will sell in the U.S. in 2009, with sales doubling in 2010

Comedian Bill Cosby Honored With The Mark Twain Prize For American Humor!

Bill Cosby is being honored with the Mark Twain prize for American humor. He has turned the prize down a few times saying he was disgusted with profanity and N-words thrown around by performers honoring Richard Pryor, who was the first recipient in 1998.

The 72-year-old who has long drawn laughs for his wisecracks and deadpan observations will receive the nation's foremost humor prize Monday at the Kennedy Center in Washington. Jerry Seinfeld, Chris Rock, Sinbad and other top entertainers will line up to honor him with the Mark Twain Prize for American Humor.

Cosby, already a recipient of the Kennedy Center Honors in 1998 and a Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2002 for his body of work in entertainment and social activism, is in fine company. Richard Pryor received the inaugural Twain prize in 1998 and past recipients have included Steve Martin, Lily Tomlin, Lorne Michaels and George Carlin, who was feted posthumously last year.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Life Isn't A Dress Rehearsal! Why Are So Many People Illiterate! Check It!

Join us as we talk illiteracy. It's important that this issue stays at the forefront of society. Literacy is what we need to progress in our growing society. However so many people are illiterate. Let's talk about it people. Stay tuned and keep it locked.

We will also talk about Writing. Writing is essentially apart of American culture and always will be. Writing styles have evolved in more ways than ever.

People in every walk of life, in every kind of work, and at every age write more than ever before for personal, professional, and civic purposes.
They write through text messages and IMs, they use video cameras and cell phones, and, yes, even traditional pen and paper.
The social nature of writing invites people in every walk of life, in every kind of work, and at every age to make meaning through composing.
More and more people in all occupations deem writing as essential and influential in their work.

Join us live at 5pm est live. It's going to be a show that leaves you thinking.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Literacy For Life! Get Your Read On!

Literacy for life is what we as a people need to strive for on a daily basis. Literacy has become a growing concern and a major epidemic in our society. There are millions upon millions of people that cannot read or write or do both. It's time that we as a nation stand up and help our fellow people with this growing epidemic. Literacy is a human right that we should be able to do. We have to do whatever it takes to make sure our youth get the proper education that they need to succeed in life. It all starts with basic literacy skills. Parents, community members, teachers, public officials and many more all have do what it takes to step up and prepare our youth and our country for success. It's a must, a need and the right thing to do. Start today to use your literacy skills to help those who are in need. Let's all start and get our read on. Peace!

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Literary Diva Presents: Literacy For All! The Philosophy Of Literacy!

Join us as we talk literacy for all. Literacy is what we use everyday of our lives to succeed and progress. When it comes to reading, writing, thinking and just being literate it's what connects us all.Let's all join together and dialogue about being literate for life.

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Monday, September 21, 2009

Literary Diva Presents: Fabulous Literary Journey! Quentin Crisp! Prt 7

Join us as we continue our literary journey with the fabulous and outspoken Quentin Crisp. Writer, author, actor, illustrator and gay icon of his day. Quentin Crisp became a gay icon in the 70's with his memoir "the naked civil servant." This memoir really caught the attention of the public because of his defiant exhibitionism and longstanding refusal to remain in the closet. Get ready for a fabulous journey in the world of literature with the one and only Quentin Crisp.

Tues Sept 22@ 6pm pst

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Literary Diva Presents: Quick Lit! Lit For The Taste Buds!

Join me as we give a dose of quick lit. It's quick bites of literature that takes you there, and makes you think. It's book candy that sweetens and sours your taste buds. Mark your calenders for some fantastic quick lit. Stay tuned and keep it locked.

Quick Lit will be premiering on 9/16/09@ 4am pst.
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Monday, September 14, 2009

Literary Diva Presents: Literary Journey! Anne Sexton! Prt 6!

Join us as we continue our literary journey with writer and confessional poet Anne Sexton. Her work was autobiographical in nature. She was also well known for her confessional voice which, she had a way of making what she had written seem real. Her work became notable and was regarded as sophisticated. She was very popular on the poetry reading circuit where she commanded fees far in excess for her poetry readings. Anne Sexton, poet, writer and icon of her day. Join us!

Tues@ 4pm pst

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

International Literacy Day! Get Your Read On!

Happy International Literacy Day! Get your read on! May everyone look within themselves and find what literacy really means to them. Enjoy and remember to pick up a book and engage in reading.

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Literary Diva Presents: Literary Journey! Dr. Pinkie Gordon Lane! Prt 5

Join us as we continue on our literary journey with the one and only Pinkie Gordon Lane. A poet and writer true to form with substance. For decades Pinkie Gordan Lane has represented one of the quieter strains of black poetry. With true determination she became the first black woman to receive a doctorate from LSU in 1956. She was also the first black female poet laureate of LA. Pinkie's work speaks for itself with unarresting images, but also with reassuring visions of nature, sometimes deceptively simple. With her lyrical, soaring and poetic gift, her style has become a style all it's own. Mark your calenders as we continue on our literary journey with Pinkie Gordan Lane.

9/8/09@ 4pm pst

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Sunday, September 6, 2009

True Compass! Truth And Legacy From Senetor Edward Kennedy!

At the end of his deeply affecting memoir, the late Senator Edward M. Kennedy writes about his grandson “Little Teddy” — the son of his son “Medium Teddy” who delivered such a heartbreaking eulogy at the senator’s funeral on Saturday — and his difficulties mastering the family tradition of sailing. The senator told the 10-year-old “we might not be the best,” but “we can work harder than anyone,” and Little Teddy stayed with it, grew eager to learn and started winning races. That, the senator writes, “is the greatest lesson anyone can learn”: that if you “stick with it,” that if, as the title of his book suggests, you keep a “true compass” and do your best, you will eventually “get there.”

And that, in a sense, is the theme of this heartfelt autobiography: that persistence, perseverance and patience in pursuit of a cause or atonement for one’s failures can lead to achievement and the possibility of redemption. It’s the story of how this youngest and most underestimated of siblings slowly, painfully, incrementally found genuine purpose of his own in shouldering the weighty burden of familial expectations and the duty of carrying on his slain brothers’ work. He found a purpose, not as they did in the high-altitude pursuit of the presidency but in the dogged, daily grind of being a senator — of laboring over bills, of sitting through endless committee meetings, of wading through briefing books and making deals with members across the aisle. The resulting legislation — including the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the State Children’s Health Insurance Program of 1997 — would help the poor and the disenfranchised and those with disabilities, and win him recognition as one of the foremost legislators in American history.

Mr. Kennedy is not a particularly introspective writer — he acknowledges in these pages that he coped with the assassinations of his brothers Jack and Bobby by pushing his grief down, by trying to keep moving forward so as to stay ahead of the darkness and not to be engulfed by despair. But he writes in these pages with searching candor about the losses, joys and lapses of his life; the love and closeness of his family; the solace he found in sailing and the sea; his complex relationships with political allies and rivals. Mr. Kennedy’s conversational gifts as a storyteller and his sense of humor — so often remarked on by colleagues and friends — shine through here, as does his old-school sense of public service and his hard-won knowledge, in his son Teddy Jr.’s words, that “even our most profound losses are survivable.”

In these pages (Ron Powers is credited as a collaborator) Mr. Kennedy draws some telling portraits of other politicians. Of Jimmy Carter, he writes, “He baffled many potential allies in his own party,” but “I believed then and now that he reserved a special place in his animus toward me.” He writes that his objections to Ronald Reagan’s policies are “far too vast to enumerate” but that he admired the optimism Reagan brought to the country after the Carter era. More revealingly, Mr. Kennedy says that he is convinced that had his brother Jack lived, he would have sought a way out of Vietnam (“He had spoken with McNamara,” referring to Defense Secretary Robert S. McNamara, “about a plan for withdrawal within two or three years,” he writes) and that he, Teddy, is “satisfied that the Warren Commission got it right.”

But it is Mr. Kennedy’s personal rather than political reminiscences that are most memorable in “True Compass.” He was a talented amateur painter, and there is a vivid, almost pictorial evocation of his privileged but pressured and sometimes lonely childhood and youth. He sometimes felt, he says, that his life was “a constant state of catching up” to his glamorous, larger-than-life brothers, whom he hero-worshipped as a boy: Joe Jr., who died young in war; Jack, who Teddy believed would always win even when the odds were against him, who “could do anything he wanted”; and Bobby, who was not “cold, calculating” as some of his critics charged, but who “lived and made decisions in the moment,” completely absorbed in whatever he was doing.

Teddy is always the one who through sheer will and fortitude — whether passing a piece of legislation, finishing a perilous mountain climb or gritting his teeth through the pain of kidney stones to deliver a speech — keeps on keeping on, telling himself “I can handle this,” “I can handle this.”

In trying to decide whether to run for the Senate in 1962, Mr. Kennedy writes, he remembered his father’s words to him as a boy: “You can have a serious life or a nonserious life, Teddy. I’ll still love you whichever choice you make. But if you decide to have a nonserious life, I won’t have much time for you. You make up your own mind. There are too many children here who are doing things that are interesting for me to do much with you.”

Later in this volume, Mr. Kennedy addresses his own failings and regrets. He writes about how his actions in 1969 at Chappaquiddick were “inexcusable,” how Mary Jo Kopechne’s death “haunts me every day of my life” and how “atonement is a process that never ends.” When his father died four months later, he says, he “wondered whether I had shortened” his life “from the shock I had visited on him with my news of the tragic accident on Chappaquiddick Island. The pain of that burden was almost unbearable.”

In another chapter, Mr. Kennedy observes that “with all of the background noise about Palm Beach” — surrounding the rape trial of his nephew William K. Smith (who was found not guilty) — “and my bachelor lifestyle, I would have been the wrong person to lead the questioning” of Clarence Thomas during the Anita Hill portion of his confirmation hearings and that “many people were disappointed that I was unable to succeed in making a persuasive case against Thomas’s confirmation.”

After his brother Robert’s assassination, Mr. Kennedy recalls how his anguish led him to drive his car at high speeds, to sometimes drive his “capacity for liquor to the limit” and how years earlier, Bobby’s grief over their brother Jack’s assassination “veered close to being a tragedy within the tragedy,” with their mother, Rose, and Bobby’s wife, Ethel, fearing for “his psychic survival.” His brother Bobby’s “blossoming idealism” — about Vietnam, about taking on the fight against poverty and urban violence — was in fact, he suggests, “provoked by Jack’s death.”
The murders of Jack and Bobby not only devastated Teddy and left him with an abiding sorrow and loneliness, but they also, on a subconscious level at least, made him fearful for his own life. He writes that he flinched at 21-gun salutes at Arlington to honor the fallen in Iraq, once dived for the pavement when a car backfired in the street. In 1982, he says, his children’s hope that he would not run for the presidency and their unspoken fears for his safety were crucial in his decision not to enter the race.

The tribulations of the Kennedy family have frequently been likened to something out of Shakespeare or a Greek tragedy, but Teddy Kennedy manages the difficult task in these pages of conveying the profoundly ordinary, human dimensions of his and his family’s losses, the day-to-day reality of losing two siblings (Joe Jr. and Kathleen) when he was still a youth; of becoming a paterfamilias at the age of 37 for his nephews and nieces after Jack’s and Bobby’s deaths; of shepherding two of his children through the ordeal of cancer; of coming to a point in his life after all this sorrow and struggle of having “stopped looking forward to things,” of retreating from the risk of “new personal commitments.”

In the end, however, Mr. Kennedy was able to write a happy ending to his own life. He fell in love with and in 1992 married Victoria Reggie, whose “acute understanding and love of me” gave him a new sense of stability and tranquillity. He found renewed meaning in his work in the Senate. And he found, in Barack Obama, whom he helped elect, a new incarnation of the idealism and sense of public service he and his brothers had embraced as young men so many years ago.

In his last months, Mr. Kennedy says, he found that “simple pleasures fill me with happiness,” that gazing out at the sea and his beloved boat Mya left him with a sense of peace. Sailing, he writes, always helped “displace the emptiness inside me with the awareness of direction”: “an awareness that there is a beginning to the voyage and an end to the voyage, and that this beginning and ending is part of the natural order of things.”

(NY Times)