Ninjas...

Apparently have no sense of humor so I don't think it's going to work out. Apparently, many non-ninjas suffer from an impaired sense of humor or tolerance as well.

Guess what I found

*SIGH* Heavier *SIGH*. So, I was born with a weird pigment thing (that's right, that's what the doctors call it--look it up). My left side until about chest level is a mix of light brown and brown, kind of like someone didn't stir all the colors together completely. The hair on the light brown parts are red or almost blond, the hair on the brown parts is brown. Well, the red hair is starting to turn white. And I discovered one of those white hairs on my eyebrow this weekend. I'm not even 35 years old and I had a flash of me as the professor from Back to the Future with his crazy white eyebrows. I have got to get married soon. My body is going to hell in a handbasket. I told my mother who offered me no comfort when I wondered aloud what do do about white arm hair when and if it happens. I'm going to look like a freaking half Yetti. The upside is that I may have a promising second career in a traveling circus. I'd probably meet a dashing carny too...I do like work that involves travel and I love animals. Hmmm.

Song of the moment; Anyway

Bless the day this restoration is complete
Dirty, dusty, something must be underneath
So I scrape and I scuff
Though it's never quite enough
I am starting to see me finally

A gallery of paintings new and paintings old
Guess its no suprise that I'm no Michaelangelo
Every layer of mine
Hides a lovely design
It might take a little patience
It might take a little time

But you called me beautiful
When you saw my shame
And you palced me on the wall
Anyway

You who have begun this work will someday see
A portrait of the holiness you meant for me
So I polish and shine till it's easier to find
Even an outline of mine

But you called me beautiful
When you saw my shame
And you placed me on the wall
Anyway

from: http://www.christianlyricsonline.com/artists/nichole-nordeman/anyway.html

Barack like me

Not sure why but I've seen a few of these in the last week and I thought I might be missing a southern holiday. Either that or now is a good time to relocate. I'm the least "black" black person most people know and that flag still bothers me. Even acknowledging there is an understood interpretation of black that I fall outside of is troubling.

The presidential race is generating a mostly ridiculous but sometimes insightful dialogue on race. In last Sunday's paper there were two stories about Barack's wife, Michelle and how the issue of race impacts the way she is perceived. It was very depressing. After reading both articles, I felt like the least respected and least likely to be loved demographic on the planet. What is the deal with black women? Anytime I read something about them, it's a statistic about AIDS, or a good news, horrible news story; black women are getting degrees in higher numbers but those women are least likely of all to marry. Eek. We need a better PR person.

I feel compelled to state that if I vote for him, it won't be because he's black.

Titles make people interesting

So I was thinking about celebrity because today Angelina and Brad welcomed their twins into the world. I'm sure the entertainment industry is all a titter to get pictures of the children and a lot of money will be made in the transaction though knowing Brangelina, they will find a way for someone in Africa to get a cut because that just how they roll. The announcement of the birth is one of the most read stories of the day and even the normally no nonsense BBC ran it as a top story. When she does her inevitable interviews, she'll say a bunch of things about motherhood that will not be a revelation to anyone who has had children but because she says it, because she is not a mere mortal but an actress, it will be interesting, and sell advertising air time.

So I've decided I need an interesting title. Something that makes people think I'm special or that what I have to say is especially interesting because of my title. I'm leaning heavily toward ninja. Not only would everything a ninja had to say be interesting (and potentially deadly), as an both a female and African-American ninja, the novelty factor would just about guarantee that someone would want to option the rights to my life story which wouldn't really be extraordinary except all that regular life stuff was happening to and around a NINJA.

Nothing new under the sun

In my profile under interests, I have simply, 'defying gravity.'  Today, viewing my profile, I noticed it was highlighted like a hyperlink.  Turns out there are at least 28 other folks on blogger who are interested in defying gravity.  And I thought I was being clever.

In other news, I've posted a plea on my other site for my readers to help me figure out which of my posts should be expanded and submitted to a new feature in the Washington Post Magazine, XX Files.  Odds are that nothing will come of my submission but today I'm excited about at least throwing something over the fence for consideration.

In still other news, the situation seems to be deteriorating with the neighbors whose dog bit me a few months ago.  It's a long story and I'll probably get around to posting it in all it's gory detail at some point but the latest news is that their insurance company appointed lawyer left me a message on Friday.  Standard lawyer stuff about communicating with her vice my neighbors.  I'm looking forward to talking to her on Monday because she will be the first person related to this family that I'll actually get to talk about this with.  My neighbors have ignored my letters and phone calls but still insist on waving at me when I walk past their house. These people are strange.

I swear I'm funny

I was reading one of the blogs of note on blogger.  It is funny.  Though I've been using my blog often as a therapy reading room, this blog reminds me that I have a sense of humor and that I could write funny stuff too.  Oh the things that are revelations to me...

Did I mention that she's married?  There is hope!