I have so many of these! But here's the one that I sing to myself every so often...
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Blog-a-day Challenge: Day 8 - A song that reminds you of your first love
Ahm. It gets interesting. I dunno. My first love was books, if that's what you mean (*big grin*). But ok, seriously, whatever it was, it was young, secret, immature. Just like this High School Musical song, The Start Of Something New.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Blog-a-day Challenge: Day 7 - A song that reminds you of the past summer
Last summer was quite uneventful. Nothing of note stands out in my memory, so ... here's to the sweet sounds of SILENCE.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Blog-a-day Challenge: Day 6: A song that reminds you of a best friend
Actually, this reminds me of a good friend from high school to university: Shyan! Whenever I hear this song, I remember her ... (cause she was just the impersonation of every word of it).
Friday, April 1, 2011
Why I Still Watch the Commission of Enquiry
You are a good and sensible heart. You, too, see past the charade to the seriousness of the issue. I hate this resignation to a crappy fate that Jamaicans have been displaying. And I intensely despise the arrogant nonchalance and politicking of what is, essentially, a human-rights issue. It is painful to watch the serious business of our nation bandied about like fanfare. It is painful to feel the snub of politicians who continuously trivialise serious and solemn issues of paramount national (and international) import.
But I MUST watch the Commission. I want the truth of their carelessness to be cemented so irreversibly in my mind that, please God, every piece of journalistic work - any kind or type of work that I create – will reflect with acute, meticulous and irrefutable precision and exactitude the reality of the Jamaica we live in. I want it branded into my mind so I can share it well, so I can paint so vivid a picture that readers, listeners - whoever - will understand clearly when I speak/write about it. Because we must never forget.
But I MUST watch the Commission. I want the truth of their carelessness to be cemented so irreversibly in my mind that, please God, every piece of journalistic work - any kind or type of work that I create – will reflect with acute, meticulous and irrefutable precision and exactitude the reality of the Jamaica we live in. I want it branded into my mind so I can share it well, so I can paint so vivid a picture that readers, listeners - whoever - will understand clearly when I speak/write about it. Because we must never forget.
Comedy of Enquiry ... or Tragedy of Errors?
Entertainment at its best?
Government at its worst?
The serious business of the people treated like fanfare.
Yes, Jamaica. This is the Dudus-Manatt Commission of Enquiry. We've finally replicated an O. J. Simpson-type scenario. Take a front-row seat. Prepare for temporary amusement. Hear the absurdities. Roll back your head, widen your eyes, jut out your chin, and laugh.
"When you do that, you make my adrenaline flow like the waters of the Dunn's River Falls," says one man to another. A very funny statement. And so, we laugh. We laugh in gaiety at the folly – the insidious ineptitude and injudiciousness of our leaders. We laugh, swept up in a tide of incredulous hilarity. Laugh at the drama - the comedy. Laugh at the irony - the frustrating futility.
Then pause - deliberately - take a moment for mindful breathlessness. A titter here. A giggle there. And slow, painful realisation. With whom do we laugh? At what do we laugh? Why are you laughing, sweet Jamaica? Like a naked woman in a jeering crowd, have you been laughing at yourself?
And have you now, realising your nakedness, made no attempt to cover your shame? As the world feasts on your vulnerabilities, why do you stand here still, and laugh?
Beware the permanent disgust - the nasty taste that will linger in their mouths, the sting of gall in the recesses of their oropharynxes, long after your commission is gone. Beware the sinking feeling that will nip at the hearts of your people. It will manifest in the next business transaction. It will reflect in the next general election.
But most of all, beware the moment when you stop laughing. When you stop laughing long enough to realise the hopelessness of it all. And then, Jamaica, let me hear you cry.
Government at its worst?
The serious business of the people treated like fanfare.
Yes, Jamaica. This is the Dudus-Manatt Commission of Enquiry. We've finally replicated an O. J. Simpson-type scenario. Take a front-row seat. Prepare for temporary amusement. Hear the absurdities. Roll back your head, widen your eyes, jut out your chin, and laugh.
"When you do that, you make my adrenaline flow like the waters of the Dunn's River Falls," says one man to another. A very funny statement. And so, we laugh. We laugh in gaiety at the folly – the insidious ineptitude and injudiciousness of our leaders. We laugh, swept up in a tide of incredulous hilarity. Laugh at the drama - the comedy. Laugh at the irony - the frustrating futility.
Then pause - deliberately - take a moment for mindful breathlessness. A titter here. A giggle there. And slow, painful realisation. With whom do we laugh? At what do we laugh? Why are you laughing, sweet Jamaica? Like a naked woman in a jeering crowd, have you been laughing at yourself?
And have you now, realising your nakedness, made no attempt to cover your shame? As the world feasts on your vulnerabilities, why do you stand here still, and laugh?
Beware the permanent disgust - the nasty taste that will linger in their mouths, the sting of gall in the recesses of their oropharynxes, long after your commission is gone. Beware the sinking feeling that will nip at the hearts of your people. It will manifest in the next business transaction. It will reflect in the next general election.
But most of all, beware the moment when you stop laughing. When you stop laughing long enough to realise the hopelessness of it all. And then, Jamaica, let me hear you cry.
Blog-a-day Challenge: Day 5 - A song that is often stuck in your head
You'll find this weird. A little funny perhaps. But it is true that since hearing it once, I can't get this stupid song out of my head ... Gotta admit the guy has a voice like dynamite ... and this is a LIVE studio session. Can you believe the awesome vocals? And, um, he's hot!
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