Obama

I was actually asleep when I heard the news last night, which is rare, because as you know, this special medical substance they have your DivaCardista on can have you up all night, just parolling about, seeing where the wiles of insomnia can take you...

but last night i was totally asleep when i heard obama was the man with the delegates to do the thing we all need: bring the hope dignity and direction of this great nation not only back, but forward and with holy boldness.

then i got up and began to clean my kitchen.

as i began to get into the nooks and crannys of my sadly neglected freezer, i began to think of the team that brought us the notion and the phrase "run, jesse, run". i wondered what hey were pondering in thier hearts as this moment scrolls out before us. then i thought about my 90 some odd year old Godmother and how she and her crew--which, of course, included my ma--would say that if nobody got arrested during her days of social protest, they weren't on their job "keep[ing] the pressure on", in the words of another freedom fighter aka "Madiba" (from across the way...)

and i thought about my mother and all of the local politicking we used to do...i think of this a lot, especially since her going into the nursing home, where she sleeps a lot these days, as she is well into her 8th decade and no longer the voluble sis that i came to know. still opinionated and imperial when "on", but, you know, less and less so.

i thought about fanny lew hamer and unbought and unbossed shirley chisholm...and even now i think about how long it can take for a change to come...and how much it takes to be a change agent...even in/especially in our own lives...and, like the life stories of the Big Women in my life tell me, at the core, that not fighting is not an option...ultimately...and how if i don't, at some point, fight for you and you don't step it up and fight for me, we are not going to make it. period. forget that rugged individualism fantasy: we need we, and whatever we need to do to keep we together, we better recognize that right now, with all the humility and courage and grace and wit and stamina we can muster.

again, holy boldness is a plus.

what a journey this has been.

and it's only june.

throughout this democratic slugfest i also often wondered just how tired they must both/all be: the husbands and the wives and the kids and the extended family, fictive kin, etc...but especially she and he.

i hope they can get the rest and replenishment they need to do the next leg of battle.

i hope the same for all of us.

(here's the link that got me here in the first place:
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I truly wish us all the very best this day.

As for moi, i am going to dr. endo to get the next strategy for my next level of healing.

Let's all continue to be encouraged, shall we?

New Blessings,
DivaCardista
blessedstarcards.com

Mira! Usted necesita ver "In The Heights"!!

Yo...

(it's a lotta slashes coming, ok? but it's just because...oooh...read on...)

If you have to wear a Starbucks patch for the next month, do it. If you have to miss the next sale at SYMS/Barneys/BabyPhat/Modells, do it. If you have to make eyes at the tkts salesperson, mami/mi'ijo, do it. Do whatever you have to do to see this hot with the hotness musical play.

Yes, I went to see it initially because my Diva girlfriend is in the show and your DivaCardista was reaching the unspoken limit on how many times you can tell another Diva

I'm coming to see your show soon,
fa reeah doe...

--and this past Sunday was the "due date" for soon--so, yes, I went because of my friend, but I stayed because

********"In The Heights" is hot to death! *********

Omigoodness.

Who should/must see this show:

If you are under the age of 95, you should see this show.

If you are under the age of 45, you really should take your peeps to see this show.

If you have ever watched the Puerto Rican Day parade [on TV]....

If you like hip hop even a little bit...

If you are kinda nice on the mic...

If you got the essence of "West Side Story" & "Soul Food" &...

If, whenever you see "Meet Me In St. Louis", you think: what would that be like con Dominicanos...

If you have/had an abuelita...

If you took Spanish in the seventh grade...

If you live/have ever lived or even been above 96th Street...

If you have ever been walking down the street and, seeing somebody spinning on his head on a cardboard box mashed flat, stopped to watch [in awe]...

If you can get down with some pan dulce and arroz con pollo even though your people are from Roanoke, Virginia...

If you are a classically trained dancer with a booty...

If you sometimes stand transfixed at the beauty of a NYC bridge at twilight...

If you are yet and still looking for the perfect beat...

If you have ever attempted to pop and/or lock...

If you love musicals...

If you have a pulse...

If you've ever been in love...

If you vowed never again after seeing that poetic bait&switch barrage of expletives that had some of the city's biggest reviewers all in a lather while you wanted to wash your mind with soap, all the while wishing that someone would one day be bold and skillful enough to unite hip hop & theatre...

If you haven't seen a show in a while because no one seems to tell you/show you anything new and if you see/hear about one more all white revival you swear you may commit a crime, go see this show.

Your heart will thank you.

Blessings,
DivaCardista
www.blessedstarcards.com