Darfur child in refugee camp
I watched Mia Farrow on Larry King Live tonight as she announced her 21-day hunger strike to raise awareness about the situation in Darfur. She is inviting anyone interested in joining the fast to choose a day (or more) to either drink water only, take refugee rations (there are suggested guidelines) or liquids only.
The website, http://fastdarfur.org/, states “Darfur Fast for Life was created so that you and many more around the world can participate in saying no to the status quo on Darfur. Mia will be blogging here and at www.MiaFarrow.org. Others will join by participating in water-only and/or refugee rations fasts to bring attention to the immediate humanitarian crisis in Darfur created by the expulsion of aid organizations by the government of Sudan. Darfur Fast for Life demands from our leaders around the world to be ambitious and work on creating lasting peace in Sudan and guaranteeing the respect for the human rights of all.”
I signed up for a few scattered days to do rations and liquid fasting.
Contestant Susan Boyle on Britain's Got Talent Blew the Judges and Audience Away
Susan Boyle, a 47 year-old single British woman who is unemployed, “never been kissed” and was ruthlessly mocked as a child for a disability is my new hero. Let me say that again. She is my new hero. If you have not seen this clip yet (over 1 million have already) check it out now. Lesson to self: be exactly who you are all the time. Never give up. Never Surrender. It moved me to tears… in a good way. Enjoy.
I still can not believe we got such awesome seats for the May 7 performance of Flight of the Conchords at Bass Concert Hall. I haven’t been this excited since the Seven and the Ragged Tiger Tour from Duran Duran in 1984. Oh yeah.
And I hopinghopinghoping that they play my new favorite song, “Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor.” Bret and Jemaine are dreamboats.
When I watched the interview with Joaquin Phoenix on David Letterman last night, I immediately flashed back to high school and college. There were these kids at my school, and the “richer” schools around town, who were so privileged and “cool” that their smugness and egos could light up a few counties. They didn’t have to answer to anyone, they didn’t “care” what people thought, their bratty and self-centered behavior mystified grown-ups and enchanted wannabes and social groupies. They hated the very system that elevated them and supported their dreams of becoming artists or musicians or wandering philosophers. They took risks because they knew their brand of risk came with the stability of parents with money, or a trust fund. I did not like these people because, to be blunt, they were assholes. They abandoned manners and their unique sense of judgement could make right wing conservatives look like Mother Theresa.
But then I caught myself. I started to remember other late night antics– Andy Kaufman, maybe? Naah… I think the interview had more to do with getting some cool footage for the Casey Affleck documentary about Joaquin’s new hip hop career. Seems there is always room for the requisite “Fuck you, Dave” or “This was me hitting rock bottom” scene in any self-respecting celebrity documentary. Perhaps Joaquin orchestrated the lame interview to provide that much-needed dramatic arch to any future true story docu-drama.
Or you know what? Maybe he was just high.
I made up a new word the night before last– election night. That word is “Obamarific.” This is how one feels when one experiences a combination of Nyquil, champagne and hope. Obamarific. On Tuesday night, my husband I watched history as our beautiful, sleepy little boy sighed in his sleep over the baby monitor. We turned the video camera to each other to describe why this night was so important. I think I remember saying that change is coming; that when I was your age, son, Richard Nixon was President and the first person I ever voted for was Michael Dukakis. But now the first presidential election of my son’s life resulted in Barack Obama being the first African-American to live in the White House. We reflected on being at the White House on September 9, 2001– two days before 9.11. I recall so vividly those beautiful, powerful portraits of Jackie O. and Lady Bird and realizing that Michelle Obama’s portrait will be a permanent fixture in that palacial setting. Amazing. I admitted that I was nervous when Obama took the stage at Grant Park in Chicago. I know many people are still not happy with this outcome. But I forced out the negative feelings and began to envision the next eight years, and hope returned. We talked about how smart, intellectual, purpose-driven people will soon replace the greedy, fearful, cutthroat politics that have threatened the very stability and security of our country. I imagined throngs of brilliant people coming together again to literally reshape our nation’s priorities and restore respect and admiration on the world stage. We told our son, in this very shaky, emotional video, that hope and light will always defeat the land scorching politics of fear. I believe if Obama doesn’t know what to do, he will seek out and get the right people to help him do it– not yes men who wear their pride and self-interest like flimsy armour. We’re done with that. When Obama have his acceptance speech, I could hear millions of college students ripping Canadian maple leafs off their backpacks because now, it will be a wonderful and much safer climate for Americans who want to explore our world and who seek understand our place in the world. We have been called to give, not take; to learn, not preach; to believe, not dwell in cynicism; to work and not stand idly by as others make decisions for us. This is a great time to be an American, and we so happy beyond measure that this is the president who will be the guardian of my son’s childhood. He will never have the feeling that our system shuts people out because of the color of their skin. The Obama Family is definitely getting a Christmas Card this year.