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“And there was no one left to speak for me”

So, there was this protest¬† in my fair city this weekend. “Against what? What are they so angry about?” asked a doe-eyed college kid on the metro “Everything,” replied my love. “Ask a different one, get a different answer.” “Oh,” said the student, playing with her “peaceful co-existence” button.

At first I was annoyed – I planned to head to the Martin Luther King library book sale, the nearby arts festival and perhaps the last day of Shakespeare free for all that day. Then I decided… nah, I should go. Besides those locations – books, MLK, arts – probably pretty safe.

The Metro (a partially subsidized by the GOVERNMENT) ride was packed. I counted one person of color on the train, up the stairs at metro center, across the click clack of those familiar octagon tiles. There were flags (Nazi, Confederate, U.S., the colors and meanings layered together.) There were pictures of Obama with Hitler’s moustache, with nooses around his neck. There were mis-spelled and innacurate signs about facism and socialism and big government being handed to children with giggles.

Others saw it too and the reports started flowing in…The Smithsonian (also Read the rest of this entry »

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Haiku Friday: Spring and Sprung

Haiku Friday

Peeking yellow, red
Tulips break the cold, dark, earth
Yet, still I shiver

Tired of winter
sniffling frozen noses
Grey, slow, roll of cloud

Yesterday, one ray
pierced straight through concrete path
I caught a glimpse: spring.

for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You

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(Almost)Wordless Weds.: A very special blossom

Sometimes, even when (especially when?) I’m exhausted, work-overloaded, multi-tasking, dreaming in a million different directions, I am just struck by the sheer beauty around me.

Washington in the springtime (and the fall, and DEFINITELY Xmas, and heck even summer… sometimes… in the evenings) is just mesmerizing beautiful, in a way that cannot fail to fill one’s heart with joy, however fleeting.

[Photo by KGM on Flickr]

In fact, it’s my favorite type of awe – the one that is found among the ordinary. A journalism professor teaching a class to a group of high school journalists in “summer camp” (yah, I was that kid) told a group of us part of the role of the journalist is to “make the ordinary extraordinary.” Life can do that sometimes.

Question/Thought/ Prompt: What are the moments / sights/ experiences that turn ordinary into extraordinary for you? That cheer you from gloom, inspire or afflict you?  Post a comment and/or write /show me on your blog (just be sure to come back and tell me about it.)

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