Originally posted on Dispatches from the Underclass:
UPDATE: The reporter who asked the question is Amina Ismail, a journalist at McClatchy. I urge you to thank her for asking it (her twitter handle is @AminaIsmail) because I can’t imagine it was easy given how extremely rare and frowned upon it is to challenge the dominant “war on terror”…
I love music. I usually rely on music to hype me up for work, for trips, for passing the time as I people watch and for, you know, life. So, I signed up for ‘soundcloud’ and I absolutely love it. My favorite deejays post their mixes and I get to listen to hour-plus straight mixes […]
Last summer, I decided to try something new… Click on any photograph to start off the slideshow…
FQF2013 As the New Orleans Jazz Festival kicks off today, I remembered that I had some pictures from the French Quarter Festival from a few weeks ago. It is one of the free music festivals in the beautiful city of New Orleans, with multiple stages and impromptu street concerts from local artists… You can click […]
It’s been a year exactly since you breathed your last, and I am still not sure how to feel about it all. Spaces of nothing, a vast inexplicable sense of nothing sits within me, refusing to budge in the slightest. You are gone. My final goodbye delivered over thousands of miles of water and land […]
Dear Asamoah, It took me a day to gather the broken pieces of my heart, dip one shard into a bottle of black velvet ink, and write out this letter to you. Yes, you broke my heart yesterday in such an unusual way. It was more painful than I expected, and I am still bleeding […]
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