Saturday, December 16, 2006

Pretty Women/Ladies Who Lunch


Pretty women
Sippin coffee
Dancing, pretty women
Pretty women
Are a wonder, pretty women
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them cheers the air
Pretty women
Stay within you
Glancing stay forever
Breathing lightly, pretty women,
Pretty women
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair
Even when they leave
They still are there
They're there
Sipping coffee
Here's to the ladies who lunch
Everybody Laugh
Lounging in their caftans and
Planning a brunch
On their own behalf
Off to the gym
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat
And looking grim,
Cause they've been sitting
Choosing a hat
I'll drink to that!

Here's to the girls who just watch
Aren't they the best
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of scotch
Plus a little jest!
Another chance to disapprove
Another brilliant zinger
Another reason not to move
Another vodka stinger
I'll drink to that!

Here's to the girls who play wife
Aren't they too much!
Keeping house but clutching a copy of "Life"
Just to keep in touch
The ones who follow the rules
And meet themselves at the schools
Too busy to know that they're fools
Aren't they a gem!
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to...

Pretty women, fascinating
How they make a man sing...

**Here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries
Look into their eyes
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies
A toast to that invincible bunch
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch
Everybody rise
Everybody rise,

Pretty women at their mirrors
In their gardens
On committees, telephoning
Window shopping table hopping
Pretty women giving parties
Never stopping
Gossip swapping, capsule popping

Everybody rise, everybody rise,
Everybody rise, everybody rise-
Pretty women rise!
Nina Simone is the voice of God.
Oh the unspoken. We need some castration in this world.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Where is the new Greenwich Village?

End of Hunger Strike

Today, I was so horribly proud. I am utterly encouraged by the activism on this campus--and at the press conference today, a Black Woman spoke at the mic. I see signs of changing.....

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

I would so love to be Abbey Lincoln. I first heard her "Avec Le Temps" on Alabama State's jazz radio station, and in the words of one reviewer I read "I didn't understand a word she said, but damn it sounded good!" She is one of the best....
I think an interesting light is being cast on the American press that I found no American wire service carrying the full text of Kofi Annan's speech. I only found it on the BBC.

Key Words From Kofi Annan's Address at the Truman Library

No state can make its own actions legitimate in the eyes of others. When power, especially military force, is used, the world will consider it legitimate only when convinced that it is being used for the right purpose- for broadly shared aims- in accordance with broadly accepted norms.

Kofi Annan's Address at the Truman Library

It is sad to see Kofi Annan leave the U.N. He should stay on forever.... I am glad to see that he let the United States have it in his farewell speech. God Bless him and Nan! Here is the text to his speech.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Starting Here, Starting Now

Starting here, Starting now
When we walk, we walk together
Year by year, starting here
Starting now
When we talk
We wiII say the most with silence
When we're near
Starting here
Now when you sleep
You will dream a dream
That's free from care
For now when you wake
I'll be there so be still
Take my hand
For the greatest journey
Heaven can allow
Starting love
Starting here
Starting now
Now take my hand
For the greatest journey
Heaven can allow
Starting love
Starting here
Starting now...

Where Am I Going?

Barbra-- From Color Me Barbra

Where am I going?
And what will I find?
What's in this grab bag
That I cal I my mind?
What am I doing
Alone on the shelf?
Ain't it a shame,
But no one's to blame but myself.

Which way is clear
When you've lost your way
Year after year?

Do I keep falling in love for just a kick of it?
Staggering through the thin and thick of it,
Hating each old, tired trick of it,
Know what I am,
I'm good and sick of it!

Where am I going?
Why do I care?
Run where it's foul,
Run where it's fair,
No matter where I run I meet myself there.

Looking inside me, what do I see?
Anger and hope and doubt,
What em I all about?
And where am I going?
Tell me why do I care?

No matter where I run I meet myself there
Looking inside me, what do I see?
Anger and hope and doubt
What am I al I about?
And where am I going?
Where am I going?


When I was a little boy, most of my summers(all of them actually) were spent in Alabama with my grandmother and most of my summer afternoons were spent at the aging center with my grandmother and Earl. Everyday we would pack into my grandmother's white car and head off to the Harvest house. They would stop and buy me a nasty old sausage biscuit from Hardees which would be my lunch for the day. I so remember always wanting to have whatever they had for lunch(they ate whatever the aging center served). After lunch, I would wander into the very elegant drawing room and play checkers or dominoes with Cousin Adolph after which I would go outside and play Cinderella or something by the porch bannisters until time to go back home.