Mario n' God!


I recently picked up the new Mario Galaxy video game. The funny thing is God's humor in all of this. As I sat down, gettting ready to play another round of this addictive game, God gave me the best thought: What if life were like Mario?

It's true, really what would life be like? Of course it would be a major pain, seeing as how I would have to rescue Princess Liz from an evil lizard-like-turtle thing that breathes fire. Think of the perks though. You could get rid of the bad guys by jumping on them, and can earn money by jumping under bricks.

Simple enough?

But under this harmless veil of video game awesomeness, there lies a bigger truth.

If life were simple like Mario's, would we pursue God? Wouldn't we just claim ourselves as our own God, by taking matters into our own hands?

"Nothing is impossible, Mario. Improbable, Unlikely, but never impossible." - Luigi, Super Mario Bros. Movie

Indy and Penny Night


"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives."
Toni Morrison, Nobel Prize Lecture

Today was one of the greatest dates ever! Liz took me out to Penny Lane (a local British Pub) for some Steak and Guinness pie and a pint of my favorite beer (Fuller's London Pride). After our stomachs were satisfied, it was time to satisfy the eyes (not that Liz hadn't already done that) by going to see the new Indiana Jones flick.

The film was great, but it did have its drawbacks. I would elaborate, but I don't want to ruin the movie for my friends who haven't seen it yet.

In class today, we started a lecture on Toni Morrison. I never had a chance to read any of her books till this class, and I kinda regret that. I had to read"The Bluest Eye" and "Paradise", which are both mind-stimulating and emotionally driven. No wonder why this lady received the Nobel Prize for Literature. I think her single best quality is the dialogue. Her words drip like honey and flow as if you are sitting amongst the characters. It has been a while since an author has grabbed my attention to society. She is an amazing writer...go read her novels, soak them in, and then we should talk about the content.

Oh yeah, Liz gave me the new Super Smash Bros. game for a b-day present, and it is SWEET!

Change We Can Believe In

A few hours ago Obama stated that he will be the nominee! One more step towards the White House, and one more step toward a better America!



This video was taken when Obama announced that he throwing his hat in for the nomination. This has been a long road and I'm glad to have been a part of this race so far!

Excitement!


Coming on Wednesday, Liz and I are going to be making our guest list. I never thought that this time would come so quickly. In fact, I never thought that I had the ability to marry...let alone someone so awesome as Liz.

It is so amazing that I have found such a pure and beautiful woman.

It Shouldn't Be In America...

But it is unfortunately...

I just finished writing a critical analysis on two important African American Women (Harriet E. Wilson & Frances E.W. Harper) and their texts (Our Nig & Iola Leroy respectively). These two texts are supposedly the first two novels written by black women in America. I have to say, I wasn't too impressed by the content within both books as a story. However, the message that both bring is so resounding that they should be studied more often in a Literature classroom.

The Feminist idea of "the Cult of True Womanhood" is addressed and deconstructed by Wilson in her book. The situation that the author puts her character forces the reader to think that "True Womanhood" is attained through a racial basis, and therefore a black woman can never attain it until she is accepted by society.

This is completely false, of course. But this thought that Wilson puts in the air allowed my mind to start wonder off into the realm that most Americans shudder to speak of...and that, my friend is the topic of racism.

There I said it. The depressing thing is that this still happens in our day and age, even though it feels outdated. The human nature seems to dictate that we must best ourselves by making someone else feel "different" and shunned from the rest of society.

In 19th Century America it was prevalent with whites treating the Chinese, Italians, Irish, Black, and Indian populations as if they were some sort of disease. It was very common to see "Nativist" clubs; a lame excuse for white Americans to beat up "others" that were deemed unfit to be called Americans.

But they were...

This is just one sad part of American History that I hope would have died with the 19th Century. Unfortunately, it hasn't.

Now, I'm not going to go into how "the Man" is bringing us all down. I am actually talking of the Native American population. Think about it. In Virginia, we seem to glorify the Native Americans by throwing festivals and naming our rivers and towns after tribes. However, I think that we do this just for politicians to pat each other on the backs and claim they "did something".

But the living tribes are hurting more than ever. Loss in funding, no proper educational system, rampant alcoholism, lack of governmental involvement, and yes even continuing tribal wars have hurt the chances for the Native American to even remotely attain "The American Dream".

I'm not saying that racism is only prevalent with Natives. However, the way we are treating them is somewhat equivalent to apartheid.

How do we fix this? It seems that most don't even speak on behalf of them. I didn't even know of their situation until a friend from Montana explained the current status. Research for yourself and see if I am wrong. This problem needs to be addressed and fixed within our governmental system.

After all, ALL men are created equal...aren't they?

Check out their housing situation. It's like something from a hundred years ago:
"Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench."
Chief Seattle