Taking a moment before giving myself another push.

On Spoilers

Today I saw fifteen friends post on Facebook a status like this: “If you post GoT spoilers, I will de-friend you!” I get that many people want to learn the ending themselves, and I try to be respectful by not spoiling movies/etc for other people. However, I am slightly a bigger fan of knowing the ending first.

I love catching onto small clues and details the directors thought to put in there to lead up to the final twist, which are invisible unless you know the ending. Somebody told me that I’ll be missing out on the experience the creators planned for the audience if I already know how the story ends, and they may be right, but it just feels so good thinking through every detail. Not only do I get to pause and appreciate the story a little more, but I also feel a lot more comfortable in my seat because things all make a little more sense. So a spoiler never spoils the fun for me.

A side thought: Would you want to have a spoiler for your own life? I think I would love to know how my life will change according to different decisions I make. Even if I cannot change anything by knowing the results, I think I’ll be able to appreciate every day and event a little more.

Mammy Caricature

While I’m listening to great African American or African female artists, let’s read about the stereotypes and fictional caricatures that these women. The link is about the mammy figure: a fat, content, loyal aunt-like black housekeeper who would “rather fight than be free”. The enlightening article explains the implications of such portrayals quite well.

I found the link from this page that explains the lyrics of “Four Women”:

Four great artists sing “Four Women” by Nina Simone. Each verse sang by a different singer, this performance really brings out the distinct colors that the artists have, almost making a new verse sound like a new song. Despite the differences, their voices melt seamlessly into the same song, fusing into the perfect final syllables.

Published on May 21, 2013

"Four Women" by Nina Simone
Recording session: “Sing The Truth”, Jazz à Vienne 2009
by Simone, Dianne Reeves, Lizz Wright, Angélique Kidjo: Four Women
Featuring the Original Nina Simone Band:
Al Shackman, guitar
Chris White, bass
Paul Robinson, drums
Leopoldo Fleming, percussion
Jeremy Berlin, piano

My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is Aunt Sarah
My name is Aunt Sarah
Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is Saffronia
My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
My mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me
My name is Sweet Thing
My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown
And my manner is tough
I’ll kill the first mother I see
My life has to been rough
I’m awfully bitter these days
Because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My name is Peaches

Dianne really makes a statement through this song. I really like listening to this and wasn’t sure if I had posted this on Tumblr before, but if I have, I thought I’d re-post it.

“Endangered Species”

I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim’s song
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs

I am a woman I exist
I shake my fist but not my hips
My skin is dark my body is strong
I sing of rebirth no victim’s song

I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim’s song
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs

They cut out my sex they bind my feet
Silence my reflex no tongue to speak
I work in the fields I work in the store
I type up the deals and I mop the floors
I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim’s song
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs

My body is fertile I bring life about
Drugs, famine, and war, take them back out
My husband can beat me his right they say
And rape isn’t rape you say I like it that way

I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim’s song
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs
I know where my soul belongs
I know where I belong

Latenight Musings: Stories

Late-night Musings

(Lights fade in.)

ME: Laws are created to incentivize or disincentivize certain behaviors, but people often find ways around the written rules. Then the education comes in, tries to plant ideas and also encourage or discourage certain behaviors, but people find ways around that as well. Without a change of heart, there will be no change in behavior. So what moves a heart?

I believe in the power of storytelling. Stories are what make people connected to each other or to an idea. They motivate people and create a common sentiment. When I was in high school, my super cool hippie language arts teacher said that numbers cannot move a heart but language can. I must partially disagree. You can move a heart with numbers too once you have a story. There is a load of information out there (e.g. the Big Data) containining numbers and texts and sounds and what-nots. Just as a jumble of alphabets carry no meaning until they are purposefully ordered, any data just need to be rearranged into a story to realize the potential to resonate with an audience.

I used to vaguely think that I just wanted to become famous or make a lot of money or help people. Now I know better what more I want out of my life. I want to mine from the great mountain of information veined with valuable meanings and patterns. I want to be the trader who ships the precious knowledge across the seven seas. I hope that in the future I will be at a position to develop meaningful stories and spread them so that they have a real impact. When I make a lot of money (or when I can wield a lot of other people/organizations’ monies) I want to feed the poets, reward the writers, bring the dancers to the floor and bring the actors to the screens. The stories that they tell will change perspectives and nourish dry souls. I’m going to change my and other people’s behaviors, and eventually I’m going to change the world that we live in.

(All lights off.)

(End scene.)

The Wolf Man

More human than ever, he whispered, “I am a man with a beast’s heart. What do you expect?” And even though he said no more words, I could hear his thoughts: “Are you any different from me? Beasts under human masks?”

I dreamed that there was a ruthless wolf man killing everybody he encountered. There was a national hunt to kill this man. There were awards, soldiers, guns, and traps. Whatever it takes to take him down.
I was unfortunate enough to run into him near the army base, but he said that he would spare my life if I could arrange it so that he could look closely at the inside of a human nose. I wondered if he would bite my head off if I offered to show him my nose. Thankfully, he did not want to look into my nose.
I somehow arranged it so that he could look at a man going through a heart surgery in a clean, cold green room in the army base. The wolf man paid little attention to the nose of the patient, but looked really closely at the heart.
After some course of actions that I no longer remember, all the surgeons and the assistants lied dead on the floor, brutally murdered by the wolf man. I watched as the he bit into the cornered and frightened heart patient with his powerful jaws. The moment he bit into the man’s chest, however, he recognized the scent of his birth brother, but by then it was too late. His brother was dead under his teeth.
I learned that when the wolf man was younger, his mother had a heart surgery. The wolf man also had heart problems, and since there was no human heart available, he got a wolf’s heart transplanted into his chest, which changed his personailty and life forever. Unable to blend into the human society like he used to, he left his ailing mother and baby sister and ran away into the snow. And ever since his heart had made him an outsider, he had a thing about hearts.
Many years later, when he met his brother for the first time, he did not recognize him. He let his beastly instinct take over and kill his brother. My heart was filled with endless sadness and sympathy, tears welling up in my eyes. Then the wolf man turned to me. More human than ever, he whispered, “I am a man with a beast’s heart. What do you expect?” And even though he said no more words, I could hear his thoughts: “Are you any different from me? Beasts under human masks?” Then he turned around and took off into the snow, never to return again.

The end.

This is absolutely beautiful. Look how majestic she is when she is free!

Drone Captures Stunning Birds’-eye Video of Dolphin Superpod

Thousands of dolphins seen stampeding off California


What do you think of when you hear the word drone? I think of wars. But look what else drones can do. Wasn’t this the most exciting and breathtaking view of whales and dolphins? Especially the mother and calf humpbacks. Gentle giants. Magnificent marine beasts. I loved this. I am looking forward to seeing more videos like this.

So danco samba,

so danco samba,

Vai vai vai vai vaaaaaiiii