HELP! Moving from Go Daddy…Revised
June 28th, 2007
Okay, before I put my friend Jonathan through hours of loading and unloading bonding time, how do you update your word press personal domain if you have Go Daddy? I have found out the the only way is to get the new WP version, download it, over ride the old, make sure nothing is lost…well, I would prefer to write/sleep/walk a dog/do my hair for three hours instead. Any suggestions? If not, I’m packing my bags and heading to Future Quest.
If you know me, you know my head will be feeling like the “stick figures on crack” video by the time the transfer is done. All I can say is the pr for the Chacarron song has mad skills and he/she needs to be the one to promote my book when I publish.
add to del.icio.usBlogger’s Daily Prayer
June 26th, 2007
Most High, all-powerful, all-good Lord,
Let me see what I do not see
Render my blog as
An inspiration rather than a discouragement
A channel of peace rather than a vessel of chaos
A a beacon at night rather than just a tunnel of light
A place of unity instead of disharmony
Guide me as I traverse this unique journey
As a friend to my fellow blogger rather than a competitor
A family to my visitors rather than a mere host
A model for lurkers rather than becoming a lurker myself
A helping hand to those who are in need rather than just an instruction
Show me the importance of what I do
As I write for life rather than for page ranks
As I become an alternative rather than a stereotype
As I am inspired rather than motivated
As I log for passion and not as an obligation
As I please no one in my posts except you my Master
Give me strength in times of my weakness
To be humble of my achievements and skills rather than proud
To be gentle in the midst of criticism rather than be aggressive
To be truthful in everything I write rather than copy and assume
To be respectful of others’ opinion as I want them to respect mine
To be docile to your Spirit’s gentle stirrings rather than a slave of my own caprices
Stretch forth your hand from the cross
As I share the entirety of myself rather than just a piecemeal
As I open up myself to issues rather than close my mind
As I suffer amidst misunderstanding rather than rant my side
As I face the daily struggle of inspiration rather than sulk in blog depression
Protect me Lord from the enemy’s temptation as I battle
Jealousy and envy with admiration and goodwill,
Blog constraints with spontaneity,
Personal biases with impartiality,
Iniquity with ethics and morality,
Dishonesty and hacking with integrity,
Skepticism of identity with credibility,
Insensitivity and tactlessness with prudence and compassion,
Fear of failure and losing readers with acceptance,
Obsession to fame and popularity with quality of my contents,
Peer pressure with free will and conscience,
Society’s standards with your commandments,
Let me not be concerned with rankings but with the lives that I am about to touch through my blog. Let me not be greedy with others’ attention, but rather be generous in giving attention to those who needs it. Let all of my achievements and awards become not as mere honors but a thanksgiving for your unconditional love and guidance, as I write my blog entries under the shadow of your wings and for your Glory and honor.
For you are the wisdom, the knowledge and inspiration of my every post, my Lord and my Master, my God and my All, Amen.
This post is written by bluepanjeet on his blog, “On the wings of my dream,” originally on 6/22/07 and reposted with the permission of the author. I think it is a beautiful meditation piece for all writers to keep in mind. Remember, language is a translation of grace…(from poets.org) The pic below is mine.
Inspired by Maya Angelou
June 23rd, 2007
I am WOMAN,
I am Latina,
I am immigrant:
I AM birth and soul of this land,
hear the brown power strike,
hear the chants of my Aztec god,
hear the African drums of my dance,
I am fire under justice,
And inspiration for volumes of poetry!!
I AM WO-MAN!
I want to travel the world,
And be the next Marco Polo,
(the one history never knew, accepted or placed in the kitchen,)
I want to know the 1,000 worlds
that lie behind the 1,000 rivers
I’d live every thousandth of a second
All to know what it takes to be me.
I ain’t no Mammy, I ain’t no slave,
And all the living I’ve read;
I know it takes a history of struggle,
to say I am me…
incredible, just woman me
And at the end of every rainbow,
in the last chapter … of the last page … of the last
paragraph … of the last line,
there’s LOVE,
LOVE to say, feel, act, and accept
that I am woman, incredible, ‘credible woman me.
Pictures on My Wall
June 18th, 2007
We bargain at miles minus physical distance
Doesn’t miss emotional memory and instance
Your shoes for some wax
Your tat for my wit
How is this ever going to work?
Like post nuclear waste
Pictures and mementos hang
Dancing in epileptic head bang state
Wondering, will it ever be the same?
That was last week
This week I’ll just stop caring
Caressing the frame with my tears
Wondering where you’ve been
But really why can’t you change and
Are you still posturing as God?
We’re like night and day
I don’t like to drink or smoke
And you do the two every day
I want to go to church with you
Go camping, you say
God is every stone on the way
Yeah but how about in every word?
Another threat, If I don’t go fishing
You deride, scream and belittle
Or just sit with judgmental eyes brooded
I love you
But prolonged interaction with you proves…
Dangerous
I don’t know what a picture of a woman
In your perfection should be
I don’t know much, but to my credit I never lie
I just know nothing is worth anything
When we all get buried under everything
Please stop walking in the rain.
Written 1/24/07, I found it before the great burning behind a pic. I burnt the pic but I couldn’t burn my words. BTW, the last line comes from the one and only, TW “Please call me, baby.”
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June 17th, 2007
From the Mall of Wisdom and Identity
With the exception of a few
La muchedumbre walks an 8/11 beat
Down the tiled white as dawn catwalk
A cheap old shirt for comfort,
And jeans and flip flops for style
The skinny prepare the strut
The thicker just look above for the bold colored words
and roll their eyes away, can’t go in there
The odd sport Hawaiian shorts, baseball caps, and sweaters
The adolescent entertain themselves commenting
Walking and shopping is an enjoyment to most women
Most men are happy to sit and wait.
Observations are fun, but I was tagged by Vinceleste so here are the Rules:
Players start with 8 random facts about themselves. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts. Players should tag eight other people and notify them that they have been tagged.
I have a scar in the shape of a cross. I have dislocated my shoulders more times than I can count. In the fifth grade my best friend was the geekiest, skinniest, whitest Star Trek fan in the whole school. I pray for the health and happiness of those I love more than I pray for myself. I call grandma for an hour once a month on the first. Three more…The first time I fell in love was in the fourth grade playground; he was in the seventh grade and due to class differences it ended fast (faster than I could blink). Praying for everything I do in a Catholic school hit me as strange at first, but I really…dig it now. I have been rejected more times for publication, than I prefer to say in public: what’s up with that? I think at times it might be easier just to pay for my own product, but I rant and digress.
I am tagging only four people because I don’t want everyone else to get mad at me for the extra work, participate if you wish.
1. John Gonzales whose interview I still need to post for his Houston Chronicle blog
2. Jerry at Nuesion and Tu Mundo, cool photos and a friend I support
3. Maria Palacios, her feminist poetry rocks
4. the King of the Bongo, Szavanna’s blog
Opening Night (in post modernism)
June 12th, 2007
Emotions run high in the room
From the labyrinth of creation
to the product of sensation–
I’ve been here before
It’s such a beautiful natural high
Toast to the friends and faces
A kiss, a glance from a new stranger,
…an inspiration: was there ever an old stranger?..
The presence of love in saturation
The room’s a jade green dagger
Trimming eyes from all the virulent matter;
It’s only the front that counts
–So good to see you, glad you could come–
Blissful ignorance, happily embraced!
My pertinacity monkey glues me to the scene
like mid day drivers to a train wrecked dream
I have a headache from cheap wine and cigarettes
It’s the same pack of gold for the past two months
I’ll soon discard because it’s going bad
The cynicism of the situation amuses me
I ran the day before so I can take deeper drag
I’ll run the day after,
So I can reach purgatory in the temple of my mind
It’s all a matter of experiences,
It’s all a matter of creation that makes me think
what coerces people into one?
Why is the monetary value of creation so low,
and ceding to temptation so high?
“Love needs a transfusion, let’s shoot it full of wine; fishing for a good time starts with throwing in your line.” –Tom Waits, “New Coat of Paint”…from my friend’s opening night of “Even the Sun Cried.” I just found my old Neil, Cash, and Dylan cd’s so you might get a respite from Waits…maybe.
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