Dems don't vote in the rain, but whats on your sonny- do list?

*I lost my original blog so bear with me as I try to recreate the feeling*

I woke up Tuesday morning(hey some people don't you know) and I looked out the window- damn- its raining. Well shit-thats an excuse not to vote. Especially since the polling place is a mile and a half down a highway with no sidewalks (talk about accessibility). It was cold, dreary and i was not in the mood. I headed to the train station, picked up my daily and on the coverpage theres a huge article that says Democrats less likely to vote in the rain- Damn. I get to work and I see JB's Blog which again worked on my conscience. It didnt help that i just saw American Blackout on Monday. How dare my black ass dont show up to the polls after what your ancestors did for this right...

Okay okay. But who the hell was I gonna vote for? Georgia has a 2 party system, Republican and More Republican. Or maybe it seems that way because I just left a very liberal area of California. the 'Democrat' (and I use that term loosely) didnt seem to have much more to offer me. Well in fact i didnt vote for either- and half my ballot was left blank because I refuse to vote for people I ave never heard of. Evidently Georgia doesnt send out a voters guide that explains whos running and what they what they'll do in the extra time when theyre not having affairs with male prostitutes and teenage pages. I mean I would love to know what issues will finally be addressed in the last 4 monthes of their term. Since i consider my self an educated voter- I tried to go to the AJC Newspaper website and look at their voter guide. Their non partison voter guide asked the hard hitting questions like 'whats your favorite TV character' or 'What recent gadget can't you live without'. Shit that made me really want to go out and vote.

I got home and watched a little local coverage of the election. I saw long lines and stories about broken machines. I was excited. There was gonna be ACTION at the polls. I bought my camera along to capture it all. Well I get the polls around 5 'o clock. I mistook rush hour traffic for people rushing to the polls. I parked far away, anticipating no parking available at the church. Well as i walked to the church- and crossed a 3 street intersection there was hardly any parking. In fact, there were non- handicapped parking right in the front. I walk in- no line. There were 10 poll workers and 6 people voting. There were extra machines. I filled out a voter certificate and i was given a card and it took less than 4 minutes. It was too easy- There were no broken machines- nobody fighting, no one being denied a provisional. This shit was boring.

I left. I'm not political in the sense that I believe politicians make the changes. I don't think my vote really counts and i dont want to hear- 'what if everybody felt their vote didnt count'. I voted libertarian(you can do whatever you want were just not paying for it party) twice because i dont believe in the two party system. I'm not strategic, I vote for people whose views i share, are earnest and sincere even if they have no chance of winning. I usually vote democratic because of the social programs (or to try to get bush out of office) but I really dont think the democrats have done enough to get my vote. But maybe that'll change with them neing the majority.

But the good news is that I voted- and most important, I got a sticker

Pomegranate

Pomegranate
Originally uploaded by Alison G..

Fall is not my favorite season...Summer is. Anybody who has spent time in the Northeast knows that Fall is just another term for Winter. California has Autumn- Indian summers and all that niceness but I have been traumatized one too many times by Fall. Fall Field Hockey practices(in short skirts)- our cleats crunching through the icy grass, Trick or treating with a snowsuit on over your costume and raking every 3 days because the leaves rather commit suicide than subject themselves to a long winter...

But there are some highlights. I love pomegrantes(sp?) They used to remind me of red corn kernels and i loved popping them and feeling the juice squirt in my mouth. The other day at the store, I saw pre cut pomegrantes- i thought- well shit- that takes all the fun away. So i bought one home and peeled it myself, Savoring each kernel and trying not to stain the carpet... not as easy as it looks

WRRC 25 Years 002

WRRC 25 Years 002
Originally uploaded by Alison G..

The Womens Research and Resource Center had its 25th Anniversary last weekend- and I'm late with the blogging (to be late is unacceptable). I had a great time, even if i didnt make half the panels ( i have an extremely short attention span mixed with bad hearing). It didnt help that i was bitter and irritated at my camera that didnt come in time for me to get the good shots, but me and the canon powershot worked it out. Highlights included seeing some friends, seeing some friends, smelling the tailgate, seeing friends. The scholars, especially Leslie Feinberg whose book was hte only book i didnt resale to the bookstore when i took a queer theory course at UC Santa Cruz. Leslie had an amazing presence and actually particiapted in all the events. Bell Hooks- i really like her books...
It was exciting.

I have a few pics up. This one was taken by MoyB. It seems that people have found the flickr account but if not- you can click on the picture and it should take you to the rest of the WRRC 25th.

Until next time,
me

I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship

dark leaf II
Originally uploaded by ali_turtle.

Just got my new baby- a Nikon D50. To celebrate, I've decided to get this flickr account up and running so I can share some of the pics and hide others for just my friends and family(pretty much anyone who reads this blog)

This pic was taken in the middle of the night- not a bad flash sensor- and the sharpness, the clarity-Nikon is a bad mutha (shut yo mouth).OMG i'm so excited!!!! my hands can barely touch the keys- and ive only had it for a few hours!!!

I can't wait- I can't wait!!

This weekend is going to be insane!!! And I dont get I'm real interested and curious in seeing Leslie Feinberg in the context of Spelman's Women's Research and Resource center. Yesterday we ran into an old friend- she asked who I was excited to see this weekend- I said Moya. And I guess Dr. Guy-Sheftall because no matter how much I see her day to day, I never get tired of listening to her speak. NEVER.

Monday I went to the Homecoming Fashion Show...

(For some reason I still cant upload photos.) But i had a great time- even if it was a hot mess....

I'm so tired. I woke up early to do my little computer outreach project and one person showed up. She had alzheimers so nothing really stuck. It was interesting.... :) I have so much to do today- and after this, I still have to go to school and finsh some stuff over there. I prolly wont get back until about 8- thats 13 straight hours! Breathe deeply- it could be worse...

but soon im going to have my baby! They said she can be delivered tomorrow or Monday!!!! I'm so excited!!

whats progress

Its getting hard to avoid corporations. Each time corporations merge or get bought out- the customer has a smaller voice, fewer people have jobs etc. The US is homogenized- but hey I'm sure this isnt anything new to people. I miss when traveling to a different state meant getting different stuff- or there was something unique about it. Even simple stuff like hearing different music. And though i do notice a slight difference between hyphy ass 106 KMEL and Lean wit it V103, there isnt that much of a difference. There are so many developments in Atlanta- they all look the same. I like the older houses in Atlanta with the triangle attics and big porches. I like the big trees and lush lawns that spill over into the street and force me to walk in the street. i like the old Marta sign posts that even bus drivers dont know where they are. When I was younger and took a trip to Atlanta, I took a picture of them because they looked like miniature Washington monuments. I dont even pretend like i'm from Atlanta, according to the census, something like half the people in Atlanta aren't from here. Atlanta natives are a hard find at times. If i were from here- i would be pissed..


I digress...

AT&T is trying to- or about to about out BellSouth- i'm not really excited. They say a few thousand jobs will be lost. This shit happens everywhere. I could go on this isnt any new insight.

Recently we've had some problems with the Digital cable. Half the channels were blocked off. Actually they're still not working and its 2 days later. I have called comcast twice and the first time i was put on hold for 23 minutes- only to get hung up on. I called back and got a recorded message that said- were experiencing difficulties and then the phone just hung up. So then i called back and instead of saying i needed assistance, i pushed 2 for 'If you are interested in starting service' I was immediately connected, only to give my piece of mind to an operator who problably hads little to do with the problem. you cant even complain to comcast? what kind of business shit is that? Well i already know the answer to it.

Yesterday I recieved a new cell phone in the mail. Unfortunately it was the wrong phone. so i called Tmobile and after i selected 1 for English- I was immediately connected to a service person. Have you ever called somewhere expecting a machine and someone picks up? Its so rare i didnt even know what to say. I told him the problem- he looked up and ADMITTED they had sent the wrong phone. He APOLOGIZED(it was sincere) and credited my account and put a new one in the mail. He also suggested some new phones that might be cheaper.
????

I was so shocked. The whole transaction took less than 5 minutes. It was beautiful.
So this is my list of companies that i deal with and how there service compares with customer service. This is subject to change the next time i have to call them. this is strictly based on callnig them- not their services

Excellent Customer Service
Southwest Airlines
T-Mobile
Sushi Ave, Figo Pasta Decatur and

Decent
Scana Energy- not always nice but they usually work shit out
Salvation Army-They would get a better grade if they didnt talk so much.

Bearable
Bank of america- (the operators are fake nice but usually im mad because b of A fucked up my account and they dont fix it)
Rent-a-center - i called them to pick up the speakers after the party and he kept asking how i looked and how he is looking for a girlfriend

Needs to be shot at
COMCAST
DELTA
SPRINT- I hate when people, who are clearly not in the US call and say their name is Jack Brown and can barely pronounce it. i dont mind accents- i do mind liars.

Here are my tips- theres a website that has all the phone keystrokes to get you to a human. find it.

When dining- dine with white people(or moya because everybody seems to love her), bring a journal and pretend youre taking notes or a camera so you look like a food critic.

Complain youre ass off. Remember PUSH (Pray until something happens) The same applies here.

one thing leads to another

Anmother Milestone
The other day i went to Walgreens to pick up another 500 picture binder bringing my total picture count to more than 2000 pictures. So i have more than 2000 pictures since the 8th grade. Damn. I have pics from my 8th grade semiformal- this was an important time in my life because it was here that i made the transistion from glasses and corn rows to long silky black hair and contacts. All in a matter of a few weeks. I had had thick glasses (i have a -6.00 contact prescription) since elementary school and this was the first time i could look in the mirror and see myself without glasses. And that coupled with my new perm- i swear i looked like a princess

(speaking of hair. I dont know what the hell to do with mine. My friend Uzo-amaka is gone so i no longer have a personal natural hair stylist, (as if they are so hard to find in Atlanta). An afro is a whole lotta work-so i decided to just lock it back up so i dont have to deal with it every day...more on that later)


Idle hands are a devils workshop...
So i picked up a little freelance gig yesterday (one of these i-woulda-done-it-for-you-free- but-since-you-offered-to-pay-me... situations) But im really excited because its enough money to finally be able to purchase that camera ive been dreaming about!!!!!!!

Yesterday I bit my tongue to go see a free screening of the movie Catch a Fire about a South African man who blew up the water treatment plant to protest apartheid. Its based on a true story and the guy who the film was based on was at the screening along with Derek Luke(oh he's so cute). Afterwards, there was a question and answer period(I'm not a big fan of Q & A's) where some white people got up and said some of the dumbest shit i've heard...

Well i've been kinda lax with the photos lately. But I swear if i get a new camera- y'all will be so sick of seeing pics- i might have to move my blog to flikr. Here are some October pics

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So blogger doesnt want to upload my pics- well i guess there wont be any pics today. I really need to figure out how to get the flickr on the blog thing together

I was made to love her

or was she made to have me.

So for awhile i've had this slight obessesion with a camera. Her silver body with all the right curves, 10 megapixels of pure beauty. Everytime i go into Ritz Camera to pick up my prints, she whistles at me like a crack whore from her spot on the second shelf behind the glass.

"Alison baby, take me home, ill do things to you...."

"naw" i say, i have a wife and two kids at home I have a private education to finance

I look at her longingly from the line as she dances on a pole in front of me- shaking her goods side to side. I stand there, bills in my hand ready to tip her and hopefully bring her home. But the bouncer Ritz camera sales boy stares at me- reminding me to keep a safe distance.

For monthes i pick up the Ritz camera sales quarterly, scanning the pages like a dirty magazine. Cutting out pics and hanging them on my mirror- 'one day ill have you, just you wait. Imma rescue you from the Decatur store and we can live together and frolick in the hills...'

i pick up my prints and turn around for one more glance of her. She winks at me

next time baby,

next time

*i learned from summer the strikethrough
*I learned from jalylah the importance of astericks at the bottom of the post

The freaks come out at night.

Tonight was a full moon. I'm a moon fanatic. And though im fron the west coast and love watching sunsets over oceans and bays, there is something ever so fascinating about this giant white ball sitting in the sky. It changes shape, sometimes you cant even see it but its there. It reminds me of the passage of time. Its no coincedence that womens cycles are 28 days as well.
It controls oceans...Need i say more.

During my sleepless nights i see the moon peeking at me, waiting patiently for me to close my eyes and loose myself in slumber. Sometimes i do, sometimes i dont, but through the blinds its always there...



I wish i had a telescope, especially with a camera at the end, but i dont. But that didnt stop me from snapping a picture with my trusty digi cam....

I don't get it

I mean wasnt the first one annoying enough?

Can I please graduate

Why is this shit taking so long. Let me rephrase this question, why am I dragging this shit out? Why are most of my friends in Ph.D. programs and I have yet to get out of undergrad?

So a few weeks ago I was with my friend, we were going to Georgia State so that she could get me one of those seriously underpriced MARTA cards. I was looking around thinking hmmm should i transfer here? Its a much better enviroment for a student over the age of 23. I could focus on classes minus the social. I could take some fascinating classes that you can only take at a state school. And lastly, Georgia State is less than 3000 dollars a semester for tuition. Simply a matter of economics. Spelman avergaes about 7000 semester. Shit my americorps stipend would almost clear out a semesters full-time tution at GSU.

MY reasons for staying at Spelman are quite superficial. Really the only reason i'm staying is because I want SPELMAN on my diploma. In addition- I have met some fabulous people and great friends and learned a lot about feminism. Its also nice to be in an all black classroom. Spelman can feel very familial at times. Most of all I worked to hard to get here- I need to commit to something, follow through and graduate. It is something that i'm very bad at doing. I usually get within inches and then somehow pull out.... I've got to finish this race.

But GSU, is a great school. It has some classes that I find really interesting. It's a quite a bargain. I can just go to class then come home- no socializing required. They have great facilites (gym and performance halls) and all kinds of other goodies. Plus I can get a cheap MARTA card(hey thats a deal breaker).

So thats whats been circulating in my head lately.

Other things:

I stole another another newspaper from the MARTA station this morning(money collector thing sometimes doesnt work so you can just pull it open and grab a paper. The station agent tried to yell at me but i responded 'it didnt want my money 'then took off like an arthritic track star. Off all the things i could shoplift, I choose a newspaper? I'm gangsta forreal)

But really, how are you gonna act all brand new when the machine takes my money, like you have nothing to do with the AJC but then act all crunk and committed when i take a paper for free.

I'm just saying.

One last thing. It is 75 degrees out and the library still wants to blast the air condition. Why do people insist on putting on ac in the winter time? I am not a piece of meat that needs to be shipped across the country so why do i feel like one in this 61 degree computer lab? I HATE HATE HATE AC. AC should only be used when it is 85 or over. And even then it should be used sparingly. I fucking have goosebumps!!!

until later- when i'm feeling decisive...

me

BWD

Blogging while Drunk

well not exactly- just slightly lifted

It's 3:25 am and i have resorted to a glass of Vodka and Madea goes to Jail to try to encourage some sleep. But damn, Madea is too funny. Or is it because i've been drinking?

Nah- this shit is hilarious

I did two weeks with blockbuster internet movie delivery- I did the free trial (suckas!!) then promptly quit after two weeks and now i'm on Netflix's trial even though if I want something bad enough- i will alter MB's quene and some how my movies rise to the top. Netflix is cool though- I'm on the 5 at a time plan which will end next Saturday at 12:01

So next up I have a slew of documentarys including:

Lost Boys of Sudan- Kinda like a real life "Coming to America" okay maybe not.

Trekkies 2- A follow up doc to trekkies, a movie about trekkies

A life without Pain- I seent this girl on Oprah not to long ago- she didnt feel pain and it was rough

and Madea (which moya has repeatedly knocked off her Quene evrytime i sneak it on there)

Okay so if i dont blog for a second its because im trying to see every movie on Netflix that i can before next Saturday

Damn-still aint sleepy.

A house is not a home

My grandparents had their 55th anniversary today. They have been married 55 years-DAMN. when I was 2 years old I went to live with my grandparents- they have lived in the same house for more than 50 years. They raised two girlls- both girls who got married and each had two girls. There are no uncles on that side of the family, no boy cousins, just four little girls.

This post aint really deep.

But I love my grandparents, they filled in the gaps- paid for gymnastics lessons, team uniforms, violin lessons and sent me long johns in the long Boston Winter. When we were in a car accident 1 year after moving to Boston, My grandmother hopped on a plane and stayed in Boston to care for my sister and I while my mom was in the hospital. My grandfather was my first track coach, at age 4 he brought me across the street and had me running through a vacant field while he held his stop watch to see if i was getting any faster. When I decided I wanted to do little league, he pulled out his old wooden bat and took me to the park to teach me the technique. My grandfather was an archivist, but not really a historian. He still has some of the early videos of my birthday parties, my first solo at church and even vacations.

I dont know who i would be without them.

#45

Students protest Spelman's silence on rumors of rape


I don't even know what to say

9/20

8:45 a.m. Wake up to the Today show

9:oo-a.m play around with my hair until my hair and I come to an agreeable style...my hair usually wins

9:30 Walk out house to catch the bus to the train station

9:31 Chase the bus down the street because its early

9:31 Bus drivers laughs "get a good workout?' he asks

9:42 arrive at Marta station-the AJC newspaper vending machine takes my money but wont give me a paper which sends me into a violent rage

9:46 still no paper

10:00 Give up and go catch my train with no paper. Instead i read a brochure about a new Schizophrenia medication the whole ride there

10:37:Arrive at work with no badge- New security guard doesnt recognize me and is forced to call someone downstairs to let me in

10:45 -Make it upstairs to the computer lab where one patron is overjoyed to see me-

11:00-7 people in the lab needing one on one assistance and I'm the only one there

1:30-Tired and exhausted- the Womens Health Initiative,( a work program for women recieving TANF) shows up for their class which I end up teaching

3:00-Class is over and I am in serious need of a break so I call it a day and go home

3:05-I remember I have to email women about outreach so I spend another 30 minutes working on outreach

3:30- I meet Jazmine downtown and start the 50 minute commute back home

4:30- I make it back just in time to see the second half of Oprah and the Jim McGreevey interview

6:20- MB comes an we go to the grocery store

7:00-MB cooks spaghetti and I eat my first meal of the day

8:00- I email potential References asking if I can use them, polish up resume and compose a coverletter

9:00-watch a little miscellaneous TV- including nip/tuck

11:57- Assist MB with her PowerPoint Presentation

12:30 Katt Williams special on HBO

2:15 decide to write in my blog

According to my clock it is 4:01 am---and yet I'm still not tired

sighhhhh

I'm still here

I'm not dead

SI'm not in the mood for writing anything deep right now. Its 2 am and tomorrow i dont have to wake up early because Wednesdays are my sanity days. My little slice of paradise in the middle of the week.

So I'm just going to list a few things that make me happy.

My mother,
my father
My 6 year old sister who made 5 goals in her last soccer game
My 21 year old sister who is on track to graduate soon
The rest of my family and friends
My health (considering i dont have health insurance)
My Marta Pass to the world
ATM machines that still give out 10 dollar bills
Bank of Americas check scanner on the ATM
Patrons who already have their resume on a disk and just need help attaching it to an email
The 30 dollar library fine that I managed to get knocked off my card
Lower gas prices 2.19 ATL as of 9/19
Idlewild Soundtrack and Hollywood Divorce
Project Runway
Katt Williams
Star Trek The Next Generation and Deep Space Nine....I dont fuck with Enterprise yet
Fayetteville Ark (especially Dickson St and Hornsby Drive)
Jeans and T-shirts
My AmeriCorps Team, the ones that are still standing
God/Nature
Good questionsThoughtful answers,
New Job opportunities
Noah's Ark-especially Noahs fine ass
Moyas cooking- especally her pastas

and the list goes on...I'll add to it later

Movin on up

Have you ever seen your house naked? Today I stood in my house waiting for Hafeeza to roll up and help me move the matresses out. There was nothing there- just my infamous matresses that just yesterday seemed to be making the trek from Alysia's house, in Ambers rental truck down Peachtree, to my house where i turned 15 backflips. It sat there- saw its share of company, friends, family and then they were reloaded onto Hafeezas black pick up truck(if u look closely you can see them in the pics) where we delivered them to its current location.

I will miss my house, isnt she cute? Her hard wood floors and wood molding. Her nonfunctioning fireplaces and exposed light fixtures. Her big kitchen where my roomate would make me meals because i couldnt cook. The large windows and porch and yard. I wont miss her shabby insulation and cracks where those giant flying roaches would crawl under the door and fly into the house like a pigeon in a subway station. I wont miss that $358.00 heat bill that came during christmas and stole all my christmas money.

I had neighbors- not to be confused with people-who-live-next-door. We once called our neighbor over at 11 pm to kill this scary ass bug that was too high for even my 5'10 roomate to reach. When he came over he laughed at us west coast transplants hiding in the corner and shreaking everytime the bug moved.

My roomate has moved on- found another place after doing the impossible. I will truly miss her. And of course the dog who had more friends than me and Feeza combined.

I'm so sad- I miss my house already :(...

If i could get paid in thank yous

Then i'd be set. But of course that shit dont pay the rent. Today i did get two hugs and some nice comments from some great patrons,

Last week Moya came and volunteered with me- she helped so much. She's a natural.

I'm looking for a new place-moving out in two weeks. Having to say goodbye to a beautiful home and a great roommate...tear

All the new places are either too expnsive, roomates are kinda wierd or male, too many goddamn people living there, not near a MARTA station or damn near in Alabama. My current house is a lovely two bungelow with a huge kitchen and hardwood floors in the West End minutes away from the city. I think i got spoiled by having just one roomate who was similar in age. That can make a huge different.

I havnt had a white roomate since that crazy broad at UC Santa Cruz from Fresno who hung up on my mother when she called or the other roomate who wore cat ears around and decorated our room with Death Metal posters...Yeah that shit lasted a good week.

This post is rambling.

So back to apt hunting. Now im all picky. I want a two bedroom house preferable with hardwood floors, near a MARTA station- but not so far that no one can visit. I would like a cable set-up, utilities included, all electric, fun loving roomate with minimal 'guests', something that resembles a backyard, a porch, a good neighborhood where i can concievably walk at night without ending up on the 5 o'clock news or casket...just something nice and stable.

Got futon, will travel!

I want you forever....

I dont know shit about pool

This blog isnt really about anything.
Thursday i took a mental day from work-to presearve my sanity for the upcoming week. Though i love working them- the situation is becoming incresingly difficult. Sometimes i'm on the verge of quitting but then a patron thanks me and i feel guilty for even entertaining those thoughts. Sigh. Damn conscience.
The weeknd was cool. F iona had her book release party, I'm so very proud of her. Moya cooked a killer lasagna . I was able to connect with a few people i hadnt seen in awhile, visited friends. Aghh-didnt get to go swimming though.
Tomorrow im beginning my water aerobics course to get into shape. I'm beinning to feel like a potato. I should not be huffing and puffing up a flight of stairs.

Thats all- im leaving you with pics of us playing pool-this shit is real amusing...at least to me. Black Kortney takes a shot at the White ball

Shan shows us how its done ATL style

MB holds it down for the lefties with Jaz and Gazelle by her side

A little homesick (02478)

Sometimes i get homesick- like when I see Boston on TV or when I asked Jazmine this morning for a strahrw. I can instantly hear Downtown Boston, the load hard accents, the snowplows scraping the streets, the 'T' screeching on the tracks, the way the coins hit the bus fair box, the sirens that go off when theres a snowday, the smell of clam chowda, the taste of whole clams(not to be confused with clam strips), the feel of snow creeping into my rubber boots...

my childhood, frozen in time

I want ot go back so bad...