Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
nous sommes arrivés en france! notre voyage était trop longtempts, mais nous somme ici maintenant. Tours es un petit ville qui a beaucoup de personnes. On penserait qu'il y aurait en peu de personnes noir ou homosexual (au moins qui a l'air un peu divacunt), mai il n'y a pas ces type de personne. Et les personnes qui est ici n'est pas intense. Mais, nous avons un bon temps. le première jour, j'ai recontré ma famille d'accueil. J'habite avec une mère célibataire. ce m'a trés heureux. Elle est trés gentile et elle a deux enfants; un fille et un fils et une fille. Il a dix-huit ans et Elle a vingt-et-un ans. J'adore les femmes, mais le fils (qui s'appelle Bastian) est un peu mechant à moi et l'autre american. J'espere que nous pouvons enter the notre famille plus parce que maintentant, nous sommes seulment parler à notre mère. La vie de la nuit ici est bon, mais non trés bon. Il est toujours d'alcool, mais je amierais plus d'personne intéressant. OMG. L'Institut de Tourraine est trop mauvais. Je suis dans le levier incorrect parce qu'il et trés facil. Nous allons apprendre jus'qu un peu de le passé composé. J'ai besoin de sortir avec mes amis et je vais à pied, donc je dois y'aller maintenant. Je racontrerai plus de mon histoire plus tard. Salut!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
SHIMMER SOIRÉE!SHIMMER SOIRÉE!SHIMMER SOIRÉE!SHIMMER SOIRÉE!
From the people who brought you
VOUGE . . . .
BLOCK PARTY . . .
BOOTY SHAKING EXTRAVAGANZA . . .
MOTHERSHIP CONNECTION: P-FUNK NASTY BITCH. . .
the Darkness ascends yet again to bring you . . .
<<</// SHIMMER SOIRÉE \\\>>>
get your smooth groove on as ASO and BSO bring you our first collaboration and one of the hottest parties thus far. the weather might suck, but we plan on dancing like we're on the beachfront and the moon is shimmering while we roll around in the sand. the only difference is instead of sand there will be concrete . . . so come let let your nerves chill and your swerve get real while we rock the party right.
<<// WHEN/WHERE \\>>
This Saturday - April 11th
10pm - 2am
SMOG!SMOG!SMOG!SMOG!
<<// AESTHETIC \\>>
the attire is glam-casual. as the theme is centered around the shimmer of a moonlight beach (elusive . . . regal . . . freak-inducing), bring something to get your reflect on.
<<// DJsDJsDJs \\>>
best of all, we are bringing LEIF w/ his personal DJ/music extraordinaire HARRISON SCHAAF.
plus DJ PEARL will be holding it down before and after the headliner to keep y'all shakin to the ground
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
je suis d'accord BOOBOO!!
je suis totalment en d'accord avec toi julain. Pour les gen blancs a bard c'est comme les 70's. Ils ne veulent pas voir que il y'a des problems. Ils pensent encore que c'est un environment sans problems comme "race". On a vote pour Obama! Nous sommes POST RACE! c'est pas vrai. Ils voudraient que nous pouvons oublier "race". C'est comme le poster pour le "Radical Student Union" Un monde sans couleur, sans distinctions de race, ou tous le monde est egal- mais ca c'est la problem. Pour les gens blanc (en particulier a Bard) a devenir egal est a devenir blanc, mais ils ne vont pas dire ca.
Je sais que nous avons des problems. Je sais que parfois c'est dificil a croire en solidarite mais, pour moi, vous etes mon solidarite. Je vois tous le temp que nous sommes de soutien. Le darkness toujours putainnnnssssss.
France putains.
(nous devrions publier les messages en francais, espagnole, et anglais?? qu'est-ce que vous pensez?)
le degueulasssseeeeee
Monday, April 6, 2009
je comprends que vouz dites! Quand j'étais à South Africa, je n'avais mal plus et je n'ai pas comprendre! Mais, maintenant, à Bard . . . Je vois comme je n'ai jamais voir avant! Q'est-ce que nous avons mal toujours?! Parce que Bard est un petit université avec trop des gens blancs. Je parlais avec Jake - un homme blanc - ça matin, et lui a dit "Bard is in the 1970's when it comes to race, and there were no people before to help anyone else out (de les gens du coleur avant nous avons arrivé)." Quand eux (les gens blancs) sont comprender, quelque chose c'est trés trés mal. LE DARKNESS a été un grand 'support' pour moi, et je veux voir LE DARKNESS ascendent à nouveau. Jose est LE DARK uniqe qui doit aller à un otre pays. Mais, il a une plus année.
Heureusement,
le prince chocolat
Heureusement,
le prince chocolat
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Identity and Perception
Only because I have recently been talking about this, but it's amazing how your perception of everything changes when you're away from bard.
No one can lie and say, oh, they maintain the realness/don't let white people get to them. It HAPPENS at Bard. When you're surrounded by white people and you barely have a voice, it HAPPENS.
When I'm there, I try to keep it real, and my front is mad good, but underneath, those other feelings are still there, and white people dictate how you act/think. I don't feel attractive, I hate my body, I feel like I can't become the white standard student/thinker, I feel like some teachers are against me and can call me out more because I stick out, white kids get on my nerves, even within people of color I feel ignored sometimes (because I'm not crazy and RADICAL), etc.
But since being home, my priorities are changed. I don't have to worry about class-ism, the racism is not as indirectly intense, I'm surrounded by positive brown people (not just brown people at Bard who are friends by ARD and are mad hypocritical), I don't care about white people, and I'm not down on my appearance because I have my family to relate to (and skinny, disheveled, white hoes are NOT the standard).
I'm tired of being home, but I know that I can do the Bard world and the real world. You just gotta have your support network, not people you feel obligated to like based on skin color but people who you relate to based on solidarity because you know they'll be there for you when shit gets rough and they aren't just talking the talk right here in the moment.
I think sometimes that's what we forget to do. I know the darkness has always been there for each other. But for the rest of us at Bard, we gotta remember to tell each other that we're beautiful, and that we can make it (even if it's not easy and with A's like the white kids), and it's okay to have white friends, but don't let them determine how you view yourself (by trying to be the token or even worse, ignore your identity to make things less awkward for them).
I've figured out how to make it at Bard. You gotta have your family. I have my family at home, and I have my family at bard. It's got 3 other ballin ass brown people and we hold each other together. It's been a rough journey, but you know what? When I'm home laughing with my family, I forget that life is rough, that I barely work 20 hrs a week, and I'm currently not in school. And when I'm at Bard, and I'm laughing with my friends, I forget that sometimes I'm unhappy, my grades suck, and I hate most of the people there. I missed home, but I also miss Bard. Yet, I think I finally know how to be strong and happy in both places.
Basically, I went from Bard-sista-girl to Black-America-livin-sista-girl.
My hair is relaxed (even tho i wore this shit natural as hell for 3 mo without giving a FUCK), my thighs are thick, my attitude is on point, and my tolerance for bullshit/stupid shit is LOW.
But my love for all things positive is HIGH.
I hope that when we're all back together in the fall, we have the best senior year ever.
No one can lie and say, oh, they maintain the realness/don't let white people get to them. It HAPPENS at Bard. When you're surrounded by white people and you barely have a voice, it HAPPENS.
When I'm there, I try to keep it real, and my front is mad good, but underneath, those other feelings are still there, and white people dictate how you act/think. I don't feel attractive, I hate my body, I feel like I can't become the white standard student/thinker, I feel like some teachers are against me and can call me out more because I stick out, white kids get on my nerves, even within people of color I feel ignored sometimes (because I'm not crazy and RADICAL), etc.
But since being home, my priorities are changed. I don't have to worry about class-ism, the racism is not as indirectly intense, I'm surrounded by positive brown people (not just brown people at Bard who are friends by ARD and are mad hypocritical), I don't care about white people, and I'm not down on my appearance because I have my family to relate to (and skinny, disheveled, white hoes are NOT the standard).
I'm tired of being home, but I know that I can do the Bard world and the real world. You just gotta have your support network, not people you feel obligated to like based on skin color but people who you relate to based on solidarity because you know they'll be there for you when shit gets rough and they aren't just talking the talk right here in the moment.
I think sometimes that's what we forget to do. I know the darkness has always been there for each other. But for the rest of us at Bard, we gotta remember to tell each other that we're beautiful, and that we can make it (even if it's not easy and with A's like the white kids), and it's okay to have white friends, but don't let them determine how you view yourself (by trying to be the token or even worse, ignore your identity to make things less awkward for them).
I've figured out how to make it at Bard. You gotta have your family. I have my family at home, and I have my family at bard. It's got 3 other ballin ass brown people and we hold each other together. It's been a rough journey, but you know what? When I'm home laughing with my family, I forget that life is rough, that I barely work 20 hrs a week, and I'm currently not in school. And when I'm at Bard, and I'm laughing with my friends, I forget that sometimes I'm unhappy, my grades suck, and I hate most of the people there. I missed home, but I also miss Bard. Yet, I think I finally know how to be strong and happy in both places.
Basically, I went from Bard-sista-girl to Black-America-livin-sista-girl.
My hair is relaxed (even tho i wore this shit natural as hell for 3 mo without giving a FUCK), my thighs are thick, my attitude is on point, and my tolerance for bullshit/stupid shit is LOW.
But my love for all things positive is HIGH.
I hope that when we're all back together in the fall, we have the best senior year ever.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
CLASS! CLASS!
wtf. while at bard, ihave learned a lot of shit. race, class, gender, sexuality, akademics, the game, husstle, friends, enemies, temporary friends, friends with benefits (humpyhumpy and moneymoney--wise), etc. but one that gets ignored a lot and i believe i (and others, but no one talks about it) get the ass end of it and makes me feel like shitg...is class!
i am not going to write a lot, but i will say this! listen carolyn! yes! i do LOVE to lock the door to our room when we go to bed. why, you might, and did, ask?well, fietler is a classed house in a classed school, with classed students (basically a completely upper class environment ((minus the mice)) and people feel sooooo fucking comfortable not locking the front door because "this school is so safe." Not even when all the women in this house were shit scared of rob ross for a minute (more like a month) were the doors locked. i put it out there that we should lock it, just in case, and was looked at as a crazy man to ever think that bard isnt 24/7 safe (even from fucking rapists, crazy drunks, townies or not). and now about going to bed at night...what is the gaddam reason not to lock our room door? is it because our room is just a mini version of feitler? is there an invisible barrier outside our room door too, as there is on the front door?
let me give you some realness background:
i did not have the priviledge of growing up in a safe neighborhood where locking doors is almost taboo and rude. for me it was essential. negroes in the hood and ghetto struggle and husstle. i dont black them and their condition, but being just a little carefull of the conditioned possibility of breaking in and robing the little we had and have, locking the door is essential to me. this is how i grew up. being always concious of the fact that a break in might happen, that a shoot out might occur, or that a police search is possible. i blame a lot of my OCD on my poverty condition. getting anxious when things dont go as ritualized or when i dont feel safe and having to find irrational justification to 'balance my body and mind" is no game.
let me tell you, you unconscious classists sons and daughters of people even with enough money to make you feel safe with doors unlocked, it is fucked up that you do not realize that the simple phrase "it is so unessasary to lock the door" is classists. i feel like a lot of people at bard, despite other oppressed condition (race, gender, sexuality, disaility, etc, etc) are like this. but since this mentality is the majority, those who do suffer the extreme classism to where you feel like shit for growing up poor in a hoodghetto with always having more than 6 people in one house, all workin to get fed (even at 14 when kids are playing pokemon and watching cartoons), basically shortening ones childhood and maturing at a not normal or standard time (which is a first world priviledge) always gets ignored or just not thought about.
to leave it at that, class is a big issuefor me at bard. it just hurts more when friends are being classists. it just means that when i was telling my story, no one was listening, no one. i am not ever taken seriously. i am just the gay, blatino mix, cunty, homothug, from the city, who is not really smart and cant use smart words, so we are just going to play with him and watch him dance his cunty dance and actually be ashamed to be seem with him or talking to him and actually never engage in an intellectual conversation with him because we have ruled that out of him already and did not give him a change, or dont care that he will succeed if that chance is given little boy. thats me folks.
im narrowing down the little friends that i thought i had. i am not going to tell you who you are, but i am narrowing yall down.
i am not going to write a lot, but i will say this! listen carolyn! yes! i do LOVE to lock the door to our room when we go to bed. why, you might, and did, ask?well, fietler is a classed house in a classed school, with classed students (basically a completely upper class environment ((minus the mice)) and people feel sooooo fucking comfortable not locking the front door because "this school is so safe." Not even when all the women in this house were shit scared of rob ross for a minute (more like a month) were the doors locked. i put it out there that we should lock it, just in case, and was looked at as a crazy man to ever think that bard isnt 24/7 safe (even from fucking rapists, crazy drunks, townies or not). and now about going to bed at night...what is the gaddam reason not to lock our room door? is it because our room is just a mini version of feitler? is there an invisible barrier outside our room door too, as there is on the front door?
let me give you some realness background:
i did not have the priviledge of growing up in a safe neighborhood where locking doors is almost taboo and rude. for me it was essential. negroes in the hood and ghetto struggle and husstle. i dont black them and their condition, but being just a little carefull of the conditioned possibility of breaking in and robing the little we had and have, locking the door is essential to me. this is how i grew up. being always concious of the fact that a break in might happen, that a shoot out might occur, or that a police search is possible. i blame a lot of my OCD on my poverty condition. getting anxious when things dont go as ritualized or when i dont feel safe and having to find irrational justification to 'balance my body and mind" is no game.
let me tell you, you unconscious classists sons and daughters of people even with enough money to make you feel safe with doors unlocked, it is fucked up that you do not realize that the simple phrase "it is so unessasary to lock the door" is classists. i feel like a lot of people at bard, despite other oppressed condition (race, gender, sexuality, disaility, etc, etc) are like this. but since this mentality is the majority, those who do suffer the extreme classism to where you feel like shit for growing up poor in a hoodghetto with always having more than 6 people in one house, all workin to get fed (even at 14 when kids are playing pokemon and watching cartoons), basically shortening ones childhood and maturing at a not normal or standard time (which is a first world priviledge) always gets ignored or just not thought about.
to leave it at that, class is a big issuefor me at bard. it just hurts more when friends are being classists. it just means that when i was telling my story, no one was listening, no one. i am not ever taken seriously. i am just the gay, blatino mix, cunty, homothug, from the city, who is not really smart and cant use smart words, so we are just going to play with him and watch him dance his cunty dance and actually be ashamed to be seem with him or talking to him and actually never engage in an intellectual conversation with him because we have ruled that out of him already and did not give him a change, or dont care that he will succeed if that chance is given little boy. thats me folks.
im narrowing down the little friends that i thought i had. i am not going to tell you who you are, but i am narrowing yall down.
Monday, March 16, 2009
LE DARKNESS
It has begun.
The darkness will soon be ascending over the webs of cyberspace leaving a path of dark chocolate in its wake . . . all will tremble before the sublime power of the darkness. We draw from Frantz Fanon's dance and Bossip's celebrity sensibility. We cut with words like Coco Fusco and dance over language like Tabetha Ewing. We are American, Dominican, Pennsylvanian, and Texan . . . but the darkness pervades has always already drawn us together. We are network power, we are nigga power. We are network nigga power and our mainframe is 2 tons, resting on the backs of anorexic white girls and chode bros with popped collars. LE DARKNESS is ascending and best be ready.
The darkness will soon be ascending over the webs of cyberspace leaving a path of dark chocolate in its wake . . . all will tremble before the sublime power of the darkness. We draw from Frantz Fanon's dance and Bossip's celebrity sensibility. We cut with words like Coco Fusco and dance over language like Tabetha Ewing. We are American, Dominican, Pennsylvanian, and Texan . . . but the darkness pervades has always already drawn us together. We are network power, we are nigga power. We are network nigga power and our mainframe is 2 tons, resting on the backs of anorexic white girls and chode bros with popped collars. LE DARKNESS is ascending and best be ready.
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