Author: Guy LeCharles Gonzalez

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For those that believe[d] the War On Iraq was in the name of fighting terrorism, I wonder if they're feeling any safer these days? I wonder if they still believe that "supporting our troops" means blindly accepting whatever our government says? I wonder if they actually know anyone whose life has been put on the line, or already lost, because of their silence? I wonder if they regret denouncing those that spoke out from the beginning as "unAmerican?" I hope they cannot sleep at night. U.S. casualties from Iraq war top 9,000 In addition to the 397 service members who…

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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

Nickel and Dimed; Tainos

This has felt like an unusually long week that I managed to make feel even longer by taking an early lunch. The minutes they are a'ticking slowly... I'm simultaneously reading Barbara Ehrenreich's Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting by in America and Irving Rouse's The Tainos: Rise and Decline of the People Who Greeted Columbus. I resisted Nickel and Dimed for a couple of years, annoyed by the "duh!" factor of someone doing a study on how hard it is to be poor. Happily, though, I was wrong, finding Ehrenreich's honesty about her project refreshing ("Almost anyone could do what…

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Recipe for sea-sickness on land: 1 big helping of working in the financial district in lower Manhattan 1 extremely windy day 1 33-story office building creaking and swaying in the wind 3 out of 6 elevators in said building out of service 2 of the elevators in service randomly skipping floors Mix in 7 trips between your office on the 25th floor to the art department on the 27th floor, and 4 cups of low-grade corporate coffee. Shake.

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An arm with a tattoo: "I was made for the library, not the classroom."

Comic Book Wednesday

Nothing like the joys of Comic Book Wednesday to take the edge off of a tough hangover. Even better is when your Midtown Comics $20 rebate kicks in the same week 75% of the comics you usually buy unexpectedly come out at once. Yay! Tuesday's Acentos was another great one with Willie Perdomo doing what he does best, reading poems with substance and leaving the spectacle to others who need it. The open mic was solid and it was one of the better overall turnouts so far. Not sure what was in the air - maybe the sight of Willie's…

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OGBOGU DE HAIROUN

The stench of burning flesh made Ogbogu de Hairoun’s eyes water – salty, stinging tears of loss and terror. It took every last shred of willpower to not make a sound, to lie still amongst the carnage, to not jump up and reveal himself only to fall in a flurry of arrows and iron. To join those he’d shared life with on their journey to the land of the dead. His face was covered in blood and gore, his naked body hidden in a knot of broken limbs and stinking entrails. All around him, the bohio was strewn with the…

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Pumpkin Seeds: 11/10/03

1. Finished The Glass Mountain on Friday. Rydill's hit another home run with this one. Where Children of the Shaman was a line drive over the left field fence, Mountain's more of a moonshot into the farthest reaches of McCovey Cove! Totally worth the lopsided exchange rate of the pound:dollar. 2. NaNoWriMo is kicking my ass but I did make some progress this weekend, organizing some of the research I've done on Taino culture for the backstory and incorporated it more fully into what I'd written already. May not get to 50,000 words but I should definitely end the month…

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LADY BLUDWERTH

In the ten winters since she’d come to this unbearably hot island, Lady Bludwerth found herself longing for the travails of her homeland more and more often. The fact that “winters” was a definition of time that had little meaning here was only a small part of the reason. That there was a virtue in fighting for freedom that seemed lost when the battle changed to one of aggression loomed much larger. Could it be, as her father had said, that there truly was no middle ground? That a victor always required a vanquished? The clang of iron striking iron…

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