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dude, john dugard is coming on the 29th and ngugi this thursday! i am changing the format of this blog a bit, mostly so that it is more informative and analytical. this weekend, i am regenerating and coming back with a couple of articles on the following:

*why i am no longer a marxist, or why i was a theoretically problmiscuous/skeptical marxist to begin with (there are always problems with metanarratives, but i want to more succintly address what stan calls the 'hubristic assumptions of cookie-cutter universality,' my refusal to surgically remove religion&spirituality from my life, and the failure to elaborate on variated subjectivities or even carve out a meaningful space to explain the subaltern beyond subjugation by capital (what about race, gender, national origin etc.?) so, kameelah is still anti-capitalist (of course!), but i am hesitant to pigeon-hole myself beyond that declaration.
*i have a vagina, AND a brain, surprised eh? (this is in response to some commentary i have received from men here and at home about me being 'too opinionated' or 'too ambitious.' my mama and pops taught me to get mine, and not wait around for a man to give me anything and as such i encounter the world in a way that is seemingly obtuse and offensive. i'd apologize, but i am not sorry)
*obama, the middle east and why he should not speak out on these issues (i think i have already made some conclusive judgments on his middle east foreign policy following his sanctioning of israel's invasion of lebanon this summer, but his recent remarks at the AIPAC policy forum on march 2nd make me want to cringe--and cringing being the least of my bodily revulsions.)
*and i must write articles for blacklooks and blackademics this week as i have been very absent there as well

a couple of newspapers republished my story 'i am not asking for your approval' and i received some very nice emails as well. so thanks folks. and thanks mostly to sokari over at blacklooks who was convinced before i ever was (or am) that my writing would be appreciated by others (not including those like my mother and brothers who are obligated by blood relations to give me rave reviews). this week was full of mediocre conferences as well as long&frustrating meetings during which time i got in some 'leisure' reading and developed a fascination with mcsweeny's lists, afrofuturism and now ali shariati.

i am extremely exhausted because i am doing like a million and one things: class, fulbright research, artist proof studio-printmaking, artist proof studio-photo voices, writing my autobiography for this book, keep left, zimbabwe solidarity media work (recent commitment), human rights day march planning, photography work, writing work and some other projects i am sure i am forgetting. this weekend i need to make some serious moves in the direction towards completion&reflection. i need to reconnect with baridi (from the buildingbloc artist collective) so that we can get this zine done. i need to finish a few books and do some good yoga.

i kind of need one day of nothingness to sit still and plan--but whenever i get free time, i just sleep. i sleep like a pregnant woman. don't worry, i am not pregnant--it would be a medical miracle if i were. speaking of pregnancy, there is a woman in boston who is suing planned parenthood an her doctor for a botched abortion which left her pregnant (obviously unknown to her) until she went for a checkup following pelvic pain and delivered 6 weeks later. she is seeking 'childrearing costs.' interesting, ehh?