The dance of the dead (in the horn)

Deathdance

The breeze blows, giving living breath to the still night. A waft of steam floats upward then curls back into nothingness. From a distance the drumbeats sound, it is almost time for the dance.

Two dark clouds float conspicuously up in the crimson sky occasionally hurling bolts of thunder in chorus that singe the grass beneath their feet. Oh what a horrible horrible dirge they sing. they sing for my brothers and sisters. They sing for my friends and neighbors. Oh that awful awful sound that awakens the devil. The dance is about to begin

The valley is quiet but the hills have eyes. Eyes that dare not blink lest they miss the dance. Eyes that flash yellow, then red, then yellow again. They are not human eyes, they can't be.

It is almost noon now, the sun should be out. Alas he is afraid, hiding behind the shadows. Either that or he doesn't care. Why should he, the blood about to spill is brown and dark brown. You know, the cheap kind. The kind that washes away easily when the long rains come.

What is that I hear? Heavy drumbeats. Heavy footsteps. Heavy panting. Heavy cries (of war). So begins the dance. The dance of death.

Dave Nyambati

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Beverly
Birthday:	February 10th, 1983
Birthplace:	Nairobi, Kenya
Current Location:	New Haven, CT
Eye Color:	brown
Hair Color:	charcoal black
Height:	5'4
Right Handed or Left Handed:	right handed
Your Heritage:	Kenyan...what-what!!
The Shoes You Wore Today:	none
Your Weakness:	chocolate....anything ;-)
Your Fears:	finding out that my hopesand dreams are impossible to obtain
Your Perfect Pizza:	tomato basil
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Graduate!! Get a Job!!! Move to a cool, happenin' city (no offense New Haven)
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	"oh ok"
Thoughts First Waking Up:	"i need to get up"
Your Best Physical Feature:	...
Your Bedtime:	somewhere between 11-2am
Your Most Missed Memory:	by far coming home from school and watching cartoons
Pepsi or Coke:	Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:	The King
Single or Group Dates:	single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	lipton of course!
Chocolate or Vanilla:	chocolate of course!
Cappuccino or Coffee:	neither...gross
Do you Smoke:	gross
Do you Swear:	gross
Do you Sing:	gross...lol..I mean no
Do you Shower Daily:	yes
Have you Been in Love:	....
Do you want to go to College:	nah...I picked up enough degrees *dusts shoulder*
Do you want to get Married:	yes!
Do you belive in yourself:	yes!
Do you get Motion Sickness:	yes!
Do you think you are Attractive:	yes!
Are you a Health Freak:	yes!
Do you get along with your Parents:	yes!
Do you like Thunderstorms:	nooooooooooooooo
Do you play an Instrument:	yes! piano
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	not enough to qualify as actually drinking
In the past month have you Smoked:	never..gross
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	never..gross
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	alas....
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	yes!
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	gross...a whole box?...seriously?
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	no
In the past month have you been on Stage:	no but I have spoken in front of a room full of people
In the past month have you been Dumped:	....
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	never..gross..health hazard
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	never
Ever been Drunk:	never..gross
Ever been called a Tease:	yes
Ever been Beaten up:	punched in the chest in 5th grade for no reason! =(
Ever Shoplifted:	no
How do you want to Die:	rarely, but I get over it real quick because I wanna see how my life will turn out!
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	renowned.
What country would you most like to Visit:	austrailia...and I will, God willing, in 2007
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	brown
Favourite Hair Color:	black
Short or Long Hair:	fade, curly or locks
Height:	5'10+
Weight:	*shrugs*
Best Clothing Style:	fly
Number of Drugs I have taken:	zip zero
Number of CDs I own:	like 14...welcome to the digital age
Number of Piercings:	ears
Number of Tattoos:	none
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	...
CREATE YOUR OWN! !

Whats is going on in the world today? The earth is trying to get rid of us b/c of all our abuse towards her. These powerful earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis what does it all mean?

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Summer 2004

Summer 2004

I'm Baaaack!

Whew!! I'm back after a short leave of absence to....GRADUATE! I had two graduation ceremonies to prepare for and now I am officially a Political Scientist!

Stay tuned for more "political scientist" banter...

Iran manipulated US and Britain

It seems the "Greatest Nation on Earth" has been duped by the Iranian government! Mr. Chalabi, who the US got most of its intelligence info from, was in fact acting as a double spy for Iran and giving them secret US intelligence...ahh hahahaha!.....ahem...excuse me. What this means of course is best summed up in this quote:

Larry Johnson, a former senior counter-terrorist official at the state department, said: "When the story ultimately comes out we'll see that Iran has run one of the most masterful intelligence operations in history. They persuaded the US and Britain to dispose of its greatest enemy."

Basquiat

Everyone should see this film, made in 1996 about the life of Haitian/Puerto Rican, Jean-Michel Basquiat. He was "the first black" artist to gain real "recognition" in the uppity world of Fine Art. basically he started off with the graffiti movement in the early 80's but wanted to pursue painting exclusively. He was constantly "typecast" as a tragic inner city youth from the ghetto who was expressing his inner primal anger through art, but all he wanted was to be recognized as an artist...no labels, no categorizing...but of course Black people always have to be "The first Black so and so....but I digress, he was really exploited by white dealers and fine art collectors
and was friends with the famous artisit Andy Worhal. He died of a heroin overdose in 1987.

Here's a snipet about him

"The only thing the market liked better than a hot young artist was a dead hot young artist, and it got one in Jean-Michel Basquiat, whose working life of about nine years was truncated by a heroin overdose at the age of twenty-seven. His career, both actual and posthumous, appealed to a cluster of toxic vulgarities. First, the racist idea of the black as naif or rhythmic innocent, and of the black artist as "instinctual," someone outside "mainstream" culture and therefore not to be rated in its terms: a wild pet for the recently cultivated collector. Second, a fetish about the freshness of youth, blooming among the discos of the East Side scene. Third, guilt and political correctness, which made curators and collectors nervous about judging the work of any black artist who could be presented as a "victim." Fourth, art-investment mania. And last, the audience's goggling appetite for self-destructive talent: Pollock, Montgomery Clift. All this gunk rolled into a sticky ball around Basquiat's tiny talent and produced a reputation.

~Artchive.com