"You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise." --Maya Angelou
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Saturday, October 04, 2008
An American Time Line
"You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise." --Maya Angelou
Thursday, September 25, 2008
A Brief History of AMKA Graphics
Today, 38 years later, AMKA Graphics, now renamed AMKA Graphics Studios, continues to thrive from its location in Baltimore, MD.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sagan's Run
The year is 2087 c.e., and the USS Sagan, named after the famous American Astronomer, Carl Sagan, sets off on her maiden voyage to Alpha Centuri, our closest, neighboring star system.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Maximus: 2397 c.e.
This is a short video odyssey of Maximus, a 300-story skyscraper in the 24th century.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Not Ready for Space Time
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Baraka House
I designed the "Baraka House" 3 years ago as my 'Dream House'. It's a 45 foot square, four level house (including basement) consisting of 6,090 square feet. Two bedroom suites are on the second floor, and a 15 square foot studio apartment is on the third level. The basic construction materials of the house is concrete, steel, polished granite, and tempered glass. To read more about this house, see my blog Future Tek.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The Visitor and His Gift
The Visitor, Renfo Ademeit, is from the Alpha Centauri star system, the nearest star to the Sun, at a distance of 4.4 light years (1 light year is 6 twillion miles). Thusly, it took him roughly 4.4 years (26.4 twillion miles), at light speed, to reach Earth. The first three years of his journey was spent in hyper-suspended animation, to preserve ship's life support systems, and the attendant boredom such a relatively long journey would engender. He travels to Earth with an important message, and a gift that will transform Humankind.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
The U. S. National Arboretum, Wash., DC (Slideshow)
Saturday, June 21, 2008
A Symphony of Two
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
3 Boys
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Mandelas: Chakra Series
Monday, February 18, 2008
The Journey
I wanted to do something in the way of expressing my support, belief, and admiration for Senator Barack Obama and his seeking the Presidency of the United States and, in the process, make history by becoming the nation's first African-American President. After reading his autobiography, "The Audacity of Hope", I came away impressed with his personal journey to "find" himself, being of mixed parentage, and become enlightened as to what his purpose and ultimate responsibility is as a husband, father, and black man living in America. Here is a man who seemed destined, and by design, 'customized' even, to be doing what he is doing now, which is his inherent ability to bridge the gap between black, brown, and white America, and bringing them together. Cynics and doubters questions his experience to lead the nation, yet overlook his proven ability in bringing people together and building consensus--two attributes he inherited from his parents, respectively. These doubters and cynics are blind to the spiritual forces at play. No matter how prevalent they play race against race; that Hispanics won't vote for him, as they did in Virginia, they will do the same in Texas. Why? Because Barack Obama trenscends race for a higher purpose, which is to finally bury the Civil War and all it engendered. His unique gifts equips him to show us how it is done; that as long as we see ourselves as 'victims' and 'victimizers', rather than as a people of a rich, diverse heritage, on a common quest, America will not become a true democracy.
Almost a year ago, few people knew of Barack Obama. Now he is less than a year away of becoming President. Even now it all seems so unreal. Not because half of us doubted a black man could handle the job, but because the other half doubted America would let it happen. But it is happening: a black man becoming President in this eighth year into the New Millennium. Even former President Bill Clinton unwittingly calls it a "fairy tale", but it is real, and it is happening against all our fears, hopes, and desires.
Friday, January 04, 2008
The Wilmington Ten
The Wilmington Ten were a group of civil rights activists who spent nearly a decade in jail after being convicted of arson and conspiracy in 1971. The case became an international cause celebre amidst widespread beliefs that the individuals in the case were only guilty of holding dissenting political beliefs. Amnesty International took up the case in 1976 and the convictions were finally overturned on a technicality in 1980. To read more, go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilmington_Ten
The "Ten" were:
Benjamin Chavis (age 24) - 34 years
Connie Tindall (age 21) - 31 years
Marvin "Chili" Patrick (age 19) - 29 years
Wayne Moore (age 19) - 29 years
Reginald Epps (age 18) - 28 years
Jerry Jacobs (age 19) - 29 years
James "Bun" McKoy (age 19) - 29 years
Willie Earl Vereen (age 18) - 29 years
William "Joe" Wright, Jr. (age 19) - 29 years
Ann Shepard (age 35) - 15 years
Jimi Hendrix Solo Tote Bag for Sale by Walter Neal
Jimi Hendrix Solo Tote Bag for Sale by Walter Neal
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A tranquil blend of positive affirmations and botanical imagery.