Q-w-e-r-y

First you see me, now you don't. Sad to say the dog days of summer are here. And when I use dog, I mean d-o-g the opposite of G-O-D. I have been bantering away on my wireless laptop for the last few months in the search of ideas and help. If you really wanted to know you may go ahead and read what I submitted for the "Share your Story" comment page on HealthReform.gov.


'I have had a share of very excellent medical doctors in my twenty-something life span. I have had limited experience with membership with health care plans. I believe that the existence of a variety health care plans as opposed employer based gives room for medical patients to seek better options that may not be available otherwise. I was refused a neurological specialist prescribed diagnostic test by the Federal Blue Cross Blue Shield for a problem that was originally diagnosed to be situational and remedied with Ibuprofen. I have still had difficulties with this medical issue and it has only induced persistent lethargy, coughs, flu, and sore throats among other things. Instead of this test, I proceeded with medical doctor prescribed therapy which has included diet changes, herbal supplement usage, and suggestion of hobbies and activities. I believe medical study and support of well-rounded alternative theraputic measures would help alleviate public pain and sickness and regain faith health care, medical insurance, and the physician community.'

Cry Me a River

The Egyptian wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art don't open on the right for no reason. Egyptian art books from the public library were fed to me as a kid. How about the lessons from 50 B.C. comical Gaul warriors Asterix, Asterix's companion Obelix, and Obelix's dog Dogmatix that sipped the majic potions of the Druids? Aspiring Olympiads, the 2008 United States Olympic Committee has a message for you...

Wide Spread Impacts

My brother called this weekend from his new dorm in Illinois. He just graduated from boot camp for the U.S. Navy. After a Lenten roundup of shooting murders, an April 5th North Korean satellite proxy missile launch, the potentially criminally culpaple Act of God, the L'Aquilah Italy earthquake that killed 290 people, and the Somali pirate seige of the Danish-owned Maersk Alabama everyone wonders if another round of olympic jousts is just what everyone needs. How about a sound boy burial, instead? I copped a CD from DMLH of Startfires after I attended his presentation of his own anarchist stencil artistry at the Sedition Book collective here in town. I can't get myself out of a club vibe right now waiting for a job or hell to freeze over, what ever happens first. Hopefully, you can forward me a few suggestions or ideas...

Off the Clock

Greetings from the Easter Bunny, to celebrate the season, I saw a Miller outdoor theater performance of Beauty and the Beast this weekend with Mom and lawn blanket in tow. Still running for a short time it is a stage adaptation of the Disney movie and not entirely based on the original essay by Jeananne-Marie Leprince de Beamont's eighteenth century revival of the Roman fable Cupid and Pysche. The number "Beauty and the Beast" performed by the character assumed to be Mrs. Potts from the Disney soundtrack was performed to the letter of the originally composed notes and keys sung by Angela Lansbury in the 1991 screenplay. Oh my, how that other bunny works so hard to hide that backyard boogie from us all... Greeting me this morning, was a spawn of email forwards about a missing little African-American girl named Jewel, although the email's subject heading expressed the name Graham and not "Jewel." Not sure if it was a practical joke, I called a couple of the numbers including the father's. I received one of the Aunt's voicemail messages on the second attempt that broadcasted that Jewel had been missing since 2006 and that her search effort was featured on its own website. I emailed the forward to appropriate address for the Strong family to assess whether email forwards are a serious way of relocating a missing loved one. Happy Hunting!

From: trishabiden@hotmail.com
To: cteichgraber@shaw.ca; dfacca@hotmail.com; ginger_rn@hotmail.com; jasonandcharlee@shaw.ca; bionicwoman3@hotmail.com; k_konachowicz@shaw.ca; lapower@telus.net; l.shmyr@sasktel.net; m.golka@shaw.ca; tinapaq@gmail.com; tpbiden@telus.net; thbyers@shaw.ca; eelyw@hotmail.com
Subject: FW: Missing Child please foreward - Graham
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:39:07 -0600

Missing 3 Year Old Girl -

You never know, who knows whom

Another child missing.
Please forward to everyone you know.
Her family needs your help finding her.






PLEASE HELP US BY FORWARDING THIS EMAIL UNTIL THIS REACHES A WORLD-WIDE
AUDIENCE AND JEWEL IS RETURNED HOME SAFELY

Racharel Strong (father) - 404-357-1881
Simona Strong (mother) - 404-313-4255
Tiesa Locklear (aunt) - 678-234-4902
Tramesa Locklear (aunt) 678-480-1635
Ursala Williams (aunt) 678-362-5246
GOD FIRST, PEOPLE

If this was your daughter you would forward it.
Missing 3 year Old Girl -
You never know, who knows whom

JOYCE M. ALDRIDGE
Your Coldwell Banker Residential Realtor

"Working Smart to Deserve Your Business, Because You Deserve the BEST!"


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Meet Dial Tone

*69 is no longer necessary with Caller ID. Now following the craze from AT&T's BlackBerry, we can await calls and emails from This is YourAss OnLine. No kidding...

Any Suggestions?

Blue Mojito is looking for serious help after the Sixth Circuit turned down her complaint of judicial misconduct for the judge that dismissed her case in 2006. One of the docket filings was lost in the mail when I first decided to lick my wounds and retrieve it after I had recieved a spirited reception from the CIA and several bad run-ins at the airport. When I requested all of the filings of my case from an office otherwise known as Human Resources, it miraculously arrived at my parents' home even though it was addressed to Airdale Lane sans the important first letter of the street address. So much for my poor dog Russia who received a bleeding welt on the top of his nose. My mother and I had left the house to go to this year's Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo 2009 and came back to encounter a quiet and undisturbed house and a distressed pet after 10:00PM this past Wednesday. I am at a loss for the patience to describe another unsolvable crime scene to local authorities right now. Hopefully, my Craigslist ad might do the job on its own. PLEASE, SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY.

Russia

Mambo No. 5

When I started Marylawn of the Oranges in South Orange, New Jersey, I felt out of place because I had not lived in that area of New Jersey since I was four-years-old. I was not familiar with the slang. I did not know the right clothes to wear and overcoming the trapings of puberty with music videos and gossip was tolled my maturity. No longer thirteen any more, Acme problems have not waned. I am running into friends and family for the first time in my life, and realizing that complete strangers can read them better that I ever would. I can't sing a note for the life of me unless my voice is blended in a choir. I have cousins that can and have been very popular at various times. Here is a musical selection from one. If you can not make it on the guest list, you have to throw your own party!

Club Lonely (Im on the guest list mix) - Lil Louis & The World

Nitwit

I am following Karl Rove and Islamic_Tweets on the social network Twitter for those who may be inclined to ask one of my friends and not me. Even though Karl Rove may not be concerned that the Reliant Energy gas connection in my parent's home has flown south of the border to Mexico, he posts with serial code #TCOT #SGP after each of Tweets and TwitPics on the site. Karl Rove is in Austin, Texas right now and will be appearing on the Glen Beck Show tonight at 5:00PM Eastern Standard Time. Islamic_Tweets posted a Tweet among the other Tweets from sites such as Middle East Online and Fatwas.com about whether Islamic worship of Allah allows for adherence to the Christian and Jewish pagan tradition of birthday celebrations. The pagan worship of Artemis must be the latest poor excuse for the ongoing perp walk at Cake Wrecks when Camille's Tricks and Treats and Emily's Big Whopper have disappeared from world wide web circulation. The good fortune bestowed on Samantha's Novel Eats and Dolly Town for twenty-nine years of giggles, moves from New Jersey to Texas and back again, and family hurricane parties must be esteemed honor. Well if that does not fit into the Karl Rove program, a John Daily piece on the Twitter social network might be more appropriate to delve into conversation on "grunter" and "voweler." Check the segment...

The Daily Show With Jon StewartM - Th 11p / 10c

Twitter Frenzy

Daily Show Full Episodes
Important Things With Demetri Martin

Political Humor
Joke of the Day

Hot Ghetto Mess. Mini Me Sequel

Someone forgot to tell Flavor Flav, 911 is a joke...

Hoc opus, hic labor est

One of my hot pink and grey Nike sneakers ended up on the dog's bed this morning.

Inbox

From: Jacques R[last name omitted] <[Sender's email omitted]@georgerodrigue.com>

To: [Recipient's email omitted]

Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2009 14:28:29 -0600Subject:

Re: Rodrigue Studio You Tube Channel

Ms. [Blue Mojito],

My name is Jacques R[last name omitted] and I work with Rodrigue Studio. I am happy that you became a fan of George's after visiting his exhibit at the New Orleans Museum of Art. Thank you for sending us your inquiry. Please allow me to clear up some confusion you may be having.

George Rodrigue is not associated with any political party nor with any of today's politics. We work very hard to ensure that the Blue Dog Democrats do not use any of our images. We do not want George's art to be politicized in any way. George creates art to bring people together. He wants everyone to be able to enjoy his art without having any pre-conceived notions. The works combined with the titles speak for themselves and present a commentary upon the human condition. To associate ourselves with anything political would take away from that artistic mission. George controls his art and it exists as an entity entirely to itself.

Whoopi Goldberg is a good friend of George's and she became a fan of his in the early years of the Blue Dog. Early on, she commissioned him to paint her portrait with the Blue Dog. Then, to help him gain recognition for his art, she graciously agreed to work on the documentary project and to give her unique voice to the Blue Dog. She and George continue to be friends and she is still a collector. She lent her voice as a friend and you should not be offended in any way.

I hope that answers some of your questions. Please don't let politics get in the way of your enjoyment of George's work.

Sincerely,
Jacques R[last name omitted]

Free Exercise Clause

Hello,

I became a fan of your Blue Dog series of paintings when I happened to view them at Rodrigue's Louisiana: Cajuns, Blue Dogs, and Beyond Katrina at the New Orleans Museum of Art. After viewing the exhibition, I viewed the 1992 "Rodrigue Studio" videos on Youtube.com featuring an interview of yourself, George Rodrigue, describing the inspiration for the Blue Dog, your late Cocker Spaniel Tiffany. I wanted to know why the Blue Dog is narrated by Whoopi Goldberg. I am a black woman and I am intrigued to understand what the Blue Dog means in connection with Harold Ford Jr. fame. This is in respect to Harold Ford Jr. being a Blue Dog Democrat and losing to Tennessee Senator Bob Corker in 2006 during the Tennessee senate race. Senator Bob Corker ran a television ad and a campaign attack jabbing at Harold Ford Jr. for being an overindulgent ladies man running on his sexual appeal and a Caucasian female exclaiming that she met him at a Playboy party. Ford Jr. lost the race to Corker after a heated public debate on the racism behind the television spot. News commentators confirmed the ad to be offensive. Harold Ford Jr. later married a Caucasian woman the next year. For the Blue Dog to come to life through the voice of Whoopi Goldberg, it seems quite offensive to Black women and any woman of African, African-American, Creole, or Spanish Caliphate descent. How does this 1992 depiction of your art fit in with today's politics?

Thanks,
[Blue Mojito]

America the Beautiful

A young woman in Saudi Arabia finally received justice over a teenage boy who blackmailed her for her photographs without her hijab or her abaya. The rise of this modern violation of Islamic conservatism is aided by the use of cellular phone cameras and computer repair shops. Meanwhile, in the United States we have the likes of 96.1 The Beat's most famous air time radio host dancing on Youtube.com with a large erect penis peaking through his swathing black leotard. I did not post the link because I do not want you to flag me for Violent or Repulsive Content. However, I advise you to do so for "Cubby's Dance to Beyonce Single Ladies" 51,159 hits strong on the Cubbyradio channels on Youtube.com. Mostafa Hosni's Cairo Muslim televangelic guru would still not let this Tyra Banks show invitee as a guest on his show with a similar 18-34 demographic. Extremely Reckless! I have to post pictures of similar goings on in my neck of the woods. Watch the tool box vagrant!

Uncle Tom's Cabin

Auntie Loraine has not called to tell me about the three nights at Grand Lido Miss McPherson won from the church raffle in 2005. This is even after still suffering from the after shocks of the treatment I received Memphis. After my old New Jersey church burnt down in 1993, the only prizes that we had available to us were $100 raffle jackpots we all pooled for and complimentary nosebleed tickets for our church youth group to see Grant Hill and the Detroit Pistons play the rest of the New Jersey Nets. And Auntie Loraine still says I have never had it this good.

Keep Driving

The $3.00 Asahi Super Dry won't kill the thought of stale sushi, but a $1.25 deal for raw fish means that you get everything that you deserve. I pulled into Zushi's earlier this evening and had a bite. It was so-so. What made me do it? The Kona Grill's spacious happy hour bar never has a seat open. Of course, there is always the restaurant... One please.

Student Counsel

My great aunt Sylvia loves to send me birthday and Christmas cards in the mail with prayers from The Omaha Home for Boys enclosed. Glad to hear from someone from "home," I usually placed the cards prominently on my desk away in the dormitories in college or on the mantle in my living room apartment in law school. I never took much significance in the enclosed prayers until Sylvia hand wrote a letter dismissing my difficulties experienced since 2005. Here is a spin at two I received here at my parents house last October:

Thinking of You

This morning as I rose from

Bed and saw the sun above

I softy said "Good Morning"

God, bless everyone I love.

And right away I thought of you

And said a loving prayer

That He would bless you specially

And keep you free from care.

I thought of all the happiness

Your day could hold in store;

And wished it all for you,

Because no one deserves it more.

I felt so warm and good inside,

My heart was all aglow -

I know God heard my prayer for you,

He hears them all you know.

I Said a Prayer for You Today

I said a prayer for you today

And know God must have heard

I felt the answer in my heart

Although He spoke no word!

I didn't ask for wealth or fame

(I knew you wouldn't mind)

I asked that He'd be near you

At the start of each new day

To grant you health and blessings

And friends to share your way!

I asked for happiness for you

In all things great and small

But it was for His loving care

I prayed the most of all!

Southern Comfort

I took a dip in the tub this weekend with a few capfuls of Johnson's Soothing Vapor Bath for babies. Sometimes I light prayer candles to the angels and the Holy Saints when I soak away my ails and bad ales. A bout of the common cold in Texas? My family used to live down here for a couple of years before moving back to New Jersey. I never really became sick as a kid down here until I shared the chicken pox with the rest of Miss Cerace's third grade class in 1988. The vapor bath's "rosemary, eucalyptus, and menthol" helped dissipate my runny nose and scratchy sore throat earned from funny bottles of Bud Light and broken dishwashers. Guess, I should have stayed home and waited for another episode of MTv's Cribs err Crates instead:

Bobby Bhangra

I found a gray hair in my bangs a few months ago, but my Jamaican cum England cum New Jersey great aunt Sylvia on my father's side wears a blonde hair piece at the age of seventy-eight. She is still married to Frank with whom she renewed her wedding vows taken in 1976 almost three years ago. I was born in a Catholic hospital and went to Catholic school for high school, but perhaps I have some how acquired a more than flirtatious reputation. To figure out the origin of that rumor, the Knights of Columbus would have an easier time figuring how Bob Torricelli put the Fibonacci sequence into his voting record. ED HARDY aside, my mother Chantay and her three brothers attended Catholic school as well and eventually married college sweethearts like my father Bobby. West Indian father with no direct roots in the South or Southeast Asia, I stand accused of getting mileage in a pair of LA Gears high tops with the pink, white, and silver laces on standardized tests. When my nuclear family moved to Orange, my high school friend Camille recounted that those Ceylon rubber soled shoes were called Laugh At Jeers. Our small class used to dance to the OJ Simpson verdict and used to make up volley ball teams in physical education with names like AT&T's "All That and Thensomes" and repeat slang from music videos like "Off the hook." Our small all women's school is still holding up better than Aqua Net in South Orange, New Jersey. I was not aware until now that I "was all in the Kool Aid and did not know the Flava."

Uptown Top Ranking

I am on my second Facebook account. The first account with my first and last name locked me out and continues to accept friends. This is even from friends from college who must have at least seen my messages about having troubles with federal government since 2007. I have received friend requests from names such as "Xtra Butter" and "Ilovelamp" as part of the ongoing harrassment. Today's blue plate special was a Facebook friend request from the youth that caused my younger third cousin to die in January 2001 at a teen party. She died from the youth having a loaded weapon that accidentally misfired in another room. The New York papers interviewed the children at the party and my cousin's mother, my father's cousin, who sang in a reggae band called Althea and Donna when I was born. Asking whether the children thought that her death could be the result of rap music, the rest of mourners in the room listen to our cousins' family friend from Jamaica recount stories of Sharee's career in Jamaican commercials and the wickedness of 'gunmen.' At the time of her death, Sharee was finishing up her eighth grade to attend New York City magnet high school Bronx Science. Her cheerfulness and energy will be dearly missed. However, the youth's friend request was a unwelcomed reminder that Aunt Althea might have had worthwhile vindication of Sharee's death by pressing charges against Even's Bazile and tracing liability to the gun's manufacturer even if it may be Smif' and Wessun.

Auld Lang Syne

Looking forward to the rest of the 2009? This year's forecast hopefully will not bring any more threatening and unpleasant surprises for me.