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August 19, 2009 - Wednesday 11:25 AM
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Current mood:  pensive
Damn it. I am a girl with so many dreams and ambitions, and far too many ideals for her own good. And I do mean that literally. Ever since childhood, my stakes have been high, my goals lofty and often unrealistic. What does it take to downsize me? Or, at the very least, what does it take to make SOME kind of sense of all this? On paper, I'm pretty damn lucky. I have a B.A. in Musical Theatre from Geneseo State University, one of the top STATE schools in the country. I got to pursue what I loved for four years at a great school for a great price. I got to be in an unbelievable choral ensemble and travel the world with them and serve on their executive board. I had opportunities that other people would KILL to have. But on the other hand...I barely have any work experience. I worked in the dining hall, slapping sandwiches together and rolling out pizza dough. I did odd jobs for people here and there. What's more, I never did land anything above an ensemble role in the shows I auditioned for--so I've still go the education, but a minimal resume. So the question, of course, is the big Now What. Over the past four years, the desperate desire for independence constantly conflicted with the idea that, at the end of the day, I wasn't developing any substantial amount of it--certainly not on a financial level anyway. That old "independence" paradox of adolescence has officially come back to haunt me, and now, here I am, 22 years old, back home in suburban Westchester, unemployed at the mercy of this economy, uninsured and crossing my fingers for universal health care (until I can vote on it), and with only a few tentative life directions. I mean, I guess that doesn't make me drastically different from thousands of other recent college graduates, but still. All summer, I told myself, "The worst that can happen now is that it's gonna be like high school for a while." Which is weird, because that's supposed to be the Former Life, the one I left behind. And the funny thing is, my "former life" is still here. It shows up in bits and pieces and whispers, but it is here. And it can be pretty insightful at times. Last night, I went to the mall with my dear friend Chelsea, whom I've known since seventh grade. We grew up at this mall. It became our default hangout spot, even though neither of us ever really bought anything, except for bags of bulk candy and key rings ("Yes," in case you were wondering, "it hurts looking this good"). Last night was really no different, except last night, we went around from store to store picking up job applications, trying to find me some work at places I shopped (or crashed, I guess, since I rarely bought anything) as a pre-teen. We then went back to my house and uncovered a big shoebox full of notes that we'd passed to one another in middle school and early high school. It was, of course, highly nostalgic and highly amusing--so much that we called up another friend of ours from middle school and met up with her at the diner to share the notes with her. But beyond the nostalgic throwbacks, the thing that got to me from reading our old notes was that the anticipation of Something Better Than This was always there. None of us could really fathom what the Something was, but we were pretty sure it was coming, and we sought out any sign that it was approaching. We saw menial day-to-day happenings as LANDMARK EVENTS that we assumed (or perhaps desperately hoped) would be life-changing. For instance, Chelsea wrote in a note to me, dated November 17, 2000... That's another thing I really can't grasp, & hold on to, & actually, absolutely, positively, really believe is me turning 14. HECK, ALL OF US TURNING 14. I can't see it, ya know what I'm saying? It seems so far away, so coveted, so...so...GOLDEN. Like, on your 14th birthday, it's like, "Ohmigosh, you're 14! How do you feel?" "Well, I feel so on top of the world, so old in a good way, so much like a real TEENAGER!" I can't wait until that special day, May 15, 2001, when I turn the real 14!The "real" 14. Not the fake one. The real, legit, life-changing 14. And the strange thing I realized is that WE STILL DO THAT. We keep thinking that once we graduate, once we get into a grad program, once we land this job or that job, once we make enough money, once we get a place of our own...Something Better will happen. Why can't Something Better be now? The summer between seventh and eighth grade I went to a place called SuperCamp, which was an academic skills/self-esteem/life skills camp that I guess my parents tried to use to "shape me up." (In retrospect, it was actually one of the best things I could have done for myself at that age, and I wish I'd gone back every year.) But one of the main things we focused on there was the idea that This Is It. Today. Right now. This minute. You can't live your life in anticipation of that Something Better. You can't live your life thinking that ANYTHING can hold you back. Really. And what on Earth do I have holding me back right now? What do I have against me that thousands of other people don't have against them ten times over? What do I have going FOR me that thousands of other people would consider me VERY LUCKY to have? It sounds so cliche, like such a style statement, but GOD is it true. I think I'm going to go turn in these applications now. I think I'm going to live in the Real World...but keep dreaming. Someday the balance will work for me...I'm still working on it...but aren't we all. As my friends and I used to sign our notes... Luv, peace, OBSESSIONS, Hershey's hugs, Hershey's kisses, NEW! Sour Skittles, Crispy M&Ms, hugs, kisses, craziness, vanilla sugar, Mountain Dew, Pepsi, many colored gel pens, and all da rest, <3 ~ Ashley
PS- Ashlee Simpson's first album rocks. Seriously! It's grown on me so much. It's got that quality to it that makes me think, "well, this might not be GENIUS, but it's REAL," and I LOVE THAT. mmmk I'm done.
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June 10, 2009 - Wednesday 11:09 AM
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Current mood:  froggy
Hi friends. Yes, friends. Actual friends. People I consider friends or would like to consider friends. (Some of those major-label artists I don't know personally, but I wouldn't mind if I did.)
As you may be able to tell, I just deleted over 3,000 of my MySpace "friends." Yup. I went through and got rid of all the bands and people I didn't remember, the defunct bands, the people who haven't updated in 2 years, and I started from scratch. If you're reading this, you're one of the lucky 700-ish who stayed on the list. Congratulations.
Gosh...I feel so catty, haha...but it had to be done. It felt nice. Like spring cleaning. I did leave a few "classics" who haven't updated in a while, like my high school allies Dover Falls (one of whom just graduated college with me) and obviously, Brynne Calleran, my very first indie influence, who just graduated from Cornell. (Brynne, if you're reading this, COME BACK! You don't know how badly I miss your live shows and rough acoustic mp3s!)
If I missed anyone or accidentally deleted you and shouldn't have, feel free to add me back. But please note that I'm no longer accepting random requests from bands, filmmakers or comedians. If you are one of those, and would like to add me as a friend, please send me a message that's at least vaguely personalized. I no longer want to just add people for the sake of adding them. I want to make MySpace MINE again.
The other thing I'm not doing is accepting application invites. If I add any, they will be on my own terms. So far, I have Sorority Life and I'm planning to add Li'l Green Patch, because those are the only two I actually like. Li'l Green Patch has been a favorite of mine since its Facebook inception because my mom is an avid gardener and the characters are just too cute for words...and obviously you help save the rainforest. (Wow, Firefox doesn't recognize "rainforest." Shameful.)
And Sorority Life...oh man...I had a bad cold last week and I spent way too much time in bed playing that game and now I'm slightly addicted. It's like World of Warcraft meets Orange County. You get to spend five digits on shoes without ACTUALLY spending five digits on shoes, you get to change your hair and clothes anytime you want without ACTUALLY changing your hair and clothes, you get to attend designer gallery openings and throw ridiculous parties without ACTUALLY putting in the effort...and best of all, you get to sabotage other girls without ACTUALLY sabotaging other girls. Y'know, like "The Crayon Song," only less creative.
Please join my house, I'm getting good at the game, but I've already been terminally depressed once because I don't have enough "sisters."
I'm really disappointed in myself that I haven't totally memorized the color scheme from Joseph yet. I know I can do it, because we sang the songs in fourth grade chorus and we ALL memorized it. I'm gonna get on that.
Love and red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn and lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve and cream and crimson and silver and rose and azure and lemon and russet and gray and purple and white and pink and orange AND BLUE,
<3 ~ Ashley.
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June 7, 2009 - Sunday 3:50 PM
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Current mood:  betrayed
Man, MySpace sucks more and more each day.
Seriously, it does. I never quite understood why, until I read this (fantastic blog by the way, check it out if you haven't before, I'm pretty sure most of it was written about me) and upon reading, I was finally able to admit to myself that MySpace had gone from being THE single most lucrative tool for struggling musicians to being THE single most lucrative way to show the world that YOU'RE a tool...or a struggling musician...or both. Until today, I hadn't logged on in a good month and a half, and I found a staggering number of friend requests--over a hundred. Two or three years ago, that would have made my life--my friend requests back then were generally specific to me, to my music, to my writing. But these were mostly just other bands and artists who couldn't care less about me, some of them really pushy (like they had "I'm about to spam-dominate your bulletins" written all over their profile pic), some of them friendly-looking but unmemorable (just trying to collect a couple more friends)...and some of them were pseudo-businesses or amateur web sites that wanted me to think that somehow THEIR service would give me any more fame or fortune or networking capabilities than ANY of the other HUNDRED automated emails I get from a HUNDRED other pseudo-businesses about the same exact things.
Whatever happened to things being personal? When I first started out here, I was friends with people from high school, my friends' bands and music pages, and some other bands that seemed cool. I discovered at least half of my current iTunes library on MySpace. Could it be? MySpace has gone corporate. It's sold out. It's not MY space anymore. It's THEIRS. It's OURS. It's become saturated with too many people who are all after the same things...and at one point, they could have gotten those things from MySpace. They could have been a Lily Allen or Arctic Monkeys or Britney Christian. Now, they can't. Even if they have something awesome to offer (and lots of them do), even if they have things that set them apart from the crowd (and lots of them do), even if they're smart, savvy, networking geniuses--it's so much harder and much less fulfilling than it used to be. But you know something? It's not MySpace's fault it sucks now. They're doing their best over there, I'm sure. (Wow, I just used "they're," "their" and "there" all in one sentence. Didn't even mean to.) No...it's US who have to step it up a notch. Several notches.
MySpace still has so much potential as a networking site. I'm SURE that there are still legitimate people out there who take it seriously. And I'm one of them. I still have potential as a musician, a performer, and a networking guru. I can make this work for me. I can move with the cheese. (If you don't get that reference, shame on you.) This site is getting an overhaul. I might actually start it over from scratch. Stay tuned...
Oh, and by the way, here are some of the things that have happened to me since I last updated, in convenient "headline" form:
I graduated from college!
With a useless B.A. in Musical Theatre. "I can't pay the bills yet, 'cause I've got no skills yet." But... I've undergone one of my "vocal growth spurts."
A MAJOR one. Partly thanks to the period of vocal rest I took last winter, and also thanks to the work I did with an absolutely spectacular voice teacher. She has been so supportive and has brought me leaps and bounds in the past year. I'd be willing to bet that I'm ten times the singer I was when I released Not Otherwise Specified.
I put on my senior recital!
The culmination of said growth spurt and said graduation occurred about a week ago, and it rocked the house if I say so myself...and I SWEAR it is going on YouTube soon so that I can share it with all of you.
I'm in another community musical!
I was cast in a production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat in a featured dancer role. This is really cool because (a) it was the third time I'd auditioned for the show, and the two times I'd auditioned in the past, the show was canceled; (b) I get another chance to hang with the AWESOME cast and crew that I worked with last year; (c) our cast seriously ROCKS; (d) ME?! A FEATURED DANCER?!?! Who'da thunk? and (e) Now that I've graduated from college, I no longer feel academically obligated to suppress my appreciation for Andrew Lloyd Webber, which has grown exponentially over the past week or so.
I turned 22!
And for my birthday, with the help of my family and friends, I raised $400 for the Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson's Research. (My grandmother was recently committed to an assisted-living facility after battling the disease for over 30 years, and it's breaking my grandfather's heart because he can't care for her on his own anymore...so this is something very close to my heart.)
I caused quite a stir on Facebook...
I posted two notes discussing and advocating the apparently mind-blowing concept of pro-life feminism, which I plan to research further because it is REALLY interesting to me. People usually think that "feminism" and "pro-life" shouldn't even be used in the same sentence, but apparently I'm one of a large and grossly underrepresented amount of people who think it's possible for the two causes to join forces quite amicably. I'm constantly in search of a middle ground, a happy medium, and this seems like a really good starting point...so look it up and try to see it that way before you jump down my throat, haha.
I had a guy try to plan a hookup with me around his ex-girlfriend's agenda.
While I wasn't an outright bitch about it (he's not my boyfriend or anything), I did give him a thinly-veiled WTF RU SRS. His response was, and I quote, "sometimes we take what we can get." I was really miffed for about 20 minutes, but now it's just hilarious. Especially since, earlier that day, my friend was entertaining people by reading aloud from her copy of He's Just Not That Into You. God clearly isn't going for subtlety here. I'm living in an apartment now!
After living on campus every single year, I'm spending the summer in town and I have my own place, which I share with Nick, my first MALE roommate. This house rocks. I have a walk-in closet. I haven't had a walk-in closet since I was three years old, when I was sleeping in one. That's the news from Vaguely Historic College and Cow Town...where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the children are above-average. Love and lemonade, <3 ~ Ashley
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March 6, 2009 - Friday 12:13 AM
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Current mood:  electric
Tonight, I discovered the identity of my dream guy. And I mean that literally. Because he's been in my dreams since I was a child. In fact, he lent his very distinctive voice to BOTH of the top two nightmare-and-phobia-inducing borderline psychedelic mindfucks (for lack of a better term) of my early childhood...which, thanks to the magic of YouTube, you now have the option of viewing at your own risk: Mindfuck 1: The "Heffalumps and Woozles" dream sequence from Disney's 1968 Winnie-the-Pooh and the Blustery DayMindfuck 2: Dr. Seuss's 1977 Emmy Award-winning TV special Halloween is Grinch Night. Unfortunately, he passed away in 2005...but I guarantee that most of you will know his voice when you hear it, and if you've never heard his name before, here it is: Thurl Ravenscroft. Some other stuff he's done: -He was the voice of Tony the Tiger. For 54 years. That's probably how most people know him. -He voiced and sang for a bunch of other Dr. Seuss TV specials, and having seen every Dr. Seuss TV special in existence (and memorized a bunch of them), that was how I recognized him, formerly referring to him as "ya know, that bass guy." For instance, he sang "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" in the original How the Grinch Stole Christmas. -He flew courier missions across the Atlantic Ocean during World War II. Winston Churchill was on one of them. Bob Hope was on another. -He sang in a barbershop quartet called the Mellomen. They knew Lawrence Welk and Mitch Miller. -He did voices for amusement park rides in Disneyland and Disney World...like "Grim Grinning Ghosts" in the Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, and a bunch of other characters and announcements. Even in Japan. HE'S BIG IN JAPAN! Now you know EXACTLY who I mean, right? How could I have missed this before? And there's that name. Thurl Ravenscroft. That's an EPIC name. It's so regal, but with personality, not pretentiousness. And no name could better suit a voice like that. It seemed odd to me that I've only found out about Thurl Ravenscroft recently, since he was clearly a pawn of the animation industry's most warped minds...and as those close to me know, I'm one of those people who tends to fall in love with--or at least, develop a later-in-life intrigue regarding--the things she once found horrifying, or at least "off-kilter." As such, I am thoroughly convinced that Thurl Ravenscroft was a key contributor to my recently identified "bass fetish." That is to say, I've had things for guys who are basses (and in some cases they have been ones I found intimidating)...and I have also considered certain bass lines in rock/jazz songs and choral bass parts to be super, super hawtt. All of this can only lead to one conclusion: OBVIOUSLY, I was supposed to have married Thurl. It's just too bad about the whole 73-year age difference, and the fact that he died just when I had reached legality anyway. Oh well. Thanks to the magic of YouTube, I can still relive the mindfucks...and make consensual love to some of his more peaceful works. Love and low A's, <3 ~ Ashley Next Day's PS- I just found this HILARIOUS video from the Nostalgia Critic about the Top 11 Nostalgic Mindfucks, which includes Grinch Night, along with some other gems like the "Pink Elephants on Parade" sequence from Dumbo and not one, but two brainchildren of Tim Burton...I'll let you find out what they are. The Nostalgia Critic's catch phrase is, "I remember it so you don't have to," which is something I've often said to my friends when they ask me how I can remember X, Y, and Z. Maybe I should take over for this guy when he retires.
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January 17, 2009 - Saturday 5:02 PM
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Current mood:  luminous
So about how it's been like 9128473984 years since I posted. And by that I mean nearly two months...but still...I think that's a new record. If it weren't for the fact that I've been communicating with my dad pretty regularly on my BRAND NEW LG enV2 (yup, finally ditched the ancient Nextel i170 or whatever), he would probably think I dropped off the face of the Earth or something. He's my biggest fan and my most avid reader. Today he called me while going through the car wash. Silly guy. I love him. For some reason, the "enter" key doesn't work in this blog input thing. It works everywhere else, though. Weird...anyway...um, I'm back at school for what was going to be my final semester, and I'll be walking graduation in May with my classmates, but it turns out I'm staying the summer again, and also the fall, because I'm just a few classes away from completing a Communication major, and if I can do that alongside my Musical Theatre B.A., that'll make me a lot more eligible for, well, not living in a cardboard box. I mean, not that a cardboard box would be so bad--ever see that one episode of Rugrats where Stu is struggling to put together this elaborate playset thing while the babies have the time of their lives playing in the empty box? ("It's a house, Lillian!" "No, it's not, Phillip, it's a cave!") But anyway. Music? Songwriting? Performing...you know, the reason I'm on MySpace in the first place? Ok, um...this won't mean much to the masses, but I have been writing a LOT lately. The album that I began writing and recording about a year and a half ago has begun to take shape, and every new song brings it in a new direction. During the period of time between Not Otherwise Specified and now, I think I've experienced just about everything on the human spectrum of emotion. College has changed me and kept me the same, wizened me and confused me, made me richer and poorer, more sociable and more guarded, more tentative and more eager. And it's all going to come out on the album...which makes for a variety of themes and, I'd like to think, a musically and lyrically well-rounded collection, even more so than NOS was. Kinks are still being worked out with my BUSY schedule, which also means money will be an issue (maybe less of one by the time Obama's finally in office), and that means recording time will be an issue, and practice time, and performance time...but you guys will be the first to know everything, and I have PLANS. Amazingly...I do plan things sometimes. Love, peace, and rich, chocolaty Ovaltine, <3~ Ashley
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November 30, 2008 - Sunday 2:00 PM
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Current mood:  impatient
I've been working on my final project for my Theory and Practice of Public Relations class, which is about independent music and Internet marketing and is supposed to illustrate my plans for promoting the new single and subsequent album. I thought it would be a good motivator, and a good way to finally force myself into focusing on these things after a semester of having to put it all on the back burner. But the more I work, the more frustrated I get. The more I learn about this process, and the more I realize the sorts of things I need to expect of myself in order to make it in this business, the more the intimidation sets in.
Just today, I was having conversations with my parents about taking my GREs in January and applying to grad school for Marketing and Media Studies. I was also downloading my NETC application and trying to decide what material from my resume was actually relevant to list, and what I could possibly use for audition pieces, and in what ways directors might actually consider casting me. And I've been listening to some new artists lately (like Dominique Vouk, although she's not exactly new, I just re-discovered her album hidden in my iTunes and developed a whole new appreciation for it) that have made me reconsider the directions in which I want to take this new album. I even wrote a new song, which I haven't done all semester.
You could say that I just want to focus on performing...but in what capacity? Just this year, I was in a professional opera (La Boheme), two VERY different musicals (The Wizard of Oz and The Threepenny Opera), a musical revue, choral concerts, and an upcoming dance concert (my first since high school)...and come next semester I'll have another musical (Two Gentlemen of Verona...yup, Shakespeare put to trippy 60's music), a production of The Vagina Monologues, another revue, more concerts, a senior project TBA...oh, and lest we forget, I'm also a singer/songwriter.
Don't get me wrong...I love performing...and I have always prided myself on my versatility as a performer...but I can't shake the feeling that there will come a day when I can no longer have it all. When I'll be forced to choose something over something, all or nothing. Is that an irrational fear?
The irony is that the approach I've had to take regarding this album is EXACTLY what the songs itself convey, what the title conveys. I want to do it right now...but not yet, because I'm doing everything else...not yet, because the songs aren't quite there...right now, because they are...et cetera. I don't want this music thing to be casual, or "on the side." But the fact is, I have a passion that does not have a reputation for being lucrative.
I want to go to graduate school right now...but not yet, because I don't have the experience...but right now, because I need the health insurance...but not yet, because I can't pay for it all myself...but right now, because I need a Plan B...but not yet, because a Plan B will distract from Plan A...
I planned on going to bed right now...but not yet, because I needed to get this out of my system...
But right now, because I'm tired and will have to finish that project tomorrow.
But not yet, because I have to do my signature sign-off...
Love, peace, and cranberry applesauce (yup, the two combined, it's RAD),
<3 ~ Ashley
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October 30, 2008 - Thursday 12:22 PM
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Current mood:  knighted
I know I've said that I would keep my "politics" to myself, but tonight I changed my mind because these sorts of things simply mean too much to me now to keep to myself. If you disagree, I hope you don't judge me (or people around me) too harshly. These are things I feel I need to share with people, just to get them talking and thinking. This is my voice, and the voices of other college students...a group of people who, these days, are treated as the "Rock the Vote demographic" rather than the intelligently opinionated individuals that many of us are, and many of whom don't need the vote to be "sexy" (in the words of Craig Ferguson, whom I mentioned in a previous entry) in order to discuss the issues and get them out in the open. This will be long. This is a lot longer than I intended it to be. But I do hope you read through the whole thing. First of all...I have a good friend here at school who is an extremely bright International Relations major. She is both fiercely liberal and liberally fierce. She has an aunt who...isn't so much. In fact, her aunt disapproves of everything my friend believes, including being a vegetarian (she tried repeatedly to put meat on my friend's plate at Thanksgiving). Here is a transcript of an email that was sent by my friend's aunt to my friend and a bunch of other people. I have omitted everyone's names to protect their anonymity and our collective safety. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2008 Subject: FW: Revelations -READ CARFEULLY This is a matter of opinion and opinions are like (well you know) everybody has one. My personal opinion? I agree. If after reading this email you disagree, Please, no need to reply back to me. Your opinion is yours and that's fine, just delete it. ******************************* A lot of Americans have become so insulated from reality that they imagine that America can suffer defeat without any inconvenience to themselves.
Pause a moment, reflect back.
These events are actual events from history..
They really happened!!!
Do you remember?
1. 1968 Bobby Ken nedy was shot and killed by a Muslim male extremist.
2. In 1972 at the Munich Olympics, athletes were kidnapped and massacred by Muslim male extremists.
3. In 1979, the US embassy in Iran was taken over by Muslim male extremists.
4. During the 1980 's a number of Americans were kidnapped in Lebanon by Muslim male extremists.
5. In 1983, the US Marine barracks in Beirut was blown up by Muslim male extremists.
6. In 1985 the cruise ship Achille Lauro was hijacked and a 70 year old American passenger was murdered and thrown overboard in his wheelchair by Muslim male extremists.
7. In 1985 TWA flight 847 was hijacked at Athens , and a US Navy diver trying to rescue passengers was murdered by Muslim male extremists.
8. In 1988 , Pan Am Flight 103 was bombed by Muslim male extremists.
9. In 1993 the World Trade Center was bombed the first time by Muslim male extremists.
10. In 1998, the US embassies in Ken ya and Tanzania were bombed by Muslim male extremists.
11. On 9/11/01, four airliners were hijacked; two were used as missiles to take down the World Trade Centers and of the remaining two, one crashed into the US Pentagon and the o ther was diverted and crashed by the passengers. Thousands of people were killed by Muslim male extremists.
12. In 2002 the United States fought a war in Afghanistan against Muslim male extremists.
13. In 2002 reporter Daniel Pearl was kidnapped and murdered by-- you guessed it-- Muslim male extremists.
No, I really don't see a pattern here to justify profiling, do you? So, to ensure we Americans never offend anyone, particularly fanatics intent on killing us, airport security screeners will no longer be allowed to profile certain people... Absolutely No Profiling!
They must conduct random searches of 80-year-old women, little kids, airline pilots with proper identification, secret agents who are members of the President's security detail, 85-year old Congressmen with metal hips, and Medal of Honor winner and former Governor Joe Foss, but leave Muslim Males alone lest they be guilty of profiling.
According to The Book of Revelations: The Anti-Christ will be a man, in his 40's, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal....the prophecy says that people will flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, he will destroy everything.
And Now: For the award winning Act of Stupidity Of all times the People of America want to elect, to the most Powerful position on the face of the Planet -- The Presidency of the United states of America .. A Male of Muslim descent who is the most extremely liberal Senator in Congress (in other words an extremist) and in his 40's.
Have the American People completely lost their Minds, or just their Power of Reason ???
I'm sorry but I refuse to take a chance on the 'unknown' candidate Obama...
Let's send this to as many people as we can so that the Gloria Aldreds and other stupid attorneys along with Federal Justices that want to thwart commo n sense, feel ashamed of themselves -- if they have any such sense.
As the writer of the award winning story 'Forrest Gump' so aptly put it, 'Stupid Is As Stupid Does'
Each opportunity that you have to send it to a friend or media outlet...do it! or again. . . just delete if you disagree. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Haha...ah yes...I read it very "carfeully" indeed...some would even say I read it carefully. What follows is my friend's reply to this letter. She had previously told her aunt not to send her things like this and was understandably annoyed... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "As the writer of the award winning story 'Forrest Gump' so aptly put it, 'Stupid Is As Stupid Does.'" I bet the Book of Revelations says that the anti-Christ will be Muslim. It's a shame, then, that the Book of Revelations was written circa 95 AD, before Islam was founded (Muhammad, the founder of Islam, wasn't born until the sixth century). I bet most Christians don't know that Muslims believe in Jesus. The mujahideen were actually originally funded by your hero, Ronald Reagan, and were encouraged to fight the "Godless commies." Little Afghani children were given propaganda pamphlets by the US and taught the Arabic ABC's using words like "jihadist" etc. Ahem. We'll ignore the fact that a bunch of neo-Nazis were recently arrested for conspiring to murder Senator Obama. By the way, Barack Obama is "the most extremely liberal Senator in Congress"? First of all, I'll refrain from commenting on the grammar of this statement. Second of all, have you ever heard of Dennis Kucinich? Yes, it's true. Thousands of people were murdered horrifically on 9/11 by Muslim extremists. Has it ever occurred to you that among the people murdered in the Towers were Muslims? Let's refrain from going over the Christian terrorists in the US. Ahem, the KKK. Christian extremists have repeatedly murdered doctors trying to help out young women. The Army of God, a Christian terrorist organization in the US, is responsible for acts of shooting, killings, and bombings. "You have been exposed to anthrax. We are going to kill all of you. Army of God, Virginia DARE Chapter." Pro-life murderers who advocate life! Cognitive dissonance? Hmm... The Irish Republican Army is another example of Christian terrorism in the past, specifically Catholic, often against innocent English civilians. The list goes on and on. What is being done is truth distortion to show that "extremists" speak for the entirety of the Muslim world when they don't. You describe Obama as an extremist. You know what? I am happy that he is. I think that we need a person who has extreme views in fighting poverty, promoting peace, and solving the world's ills. Besides, we need Obama to repair the damage from another extremist: George W. Bush. Good luck on November 4! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, and FYI...the above email was sent to my friend's aunt's list of several dozen contacts. So when my friend sent the above response, she hit "Reply All."  I do support Obama, and I voted for him, although I don't find him to have a "MASSIVE Christ-like appeal;" that's, er, a little over-the-top. At the same time, however, he is certainly NOT the most liberal Senator...not even CLOSE. He is actually rather right-ish for a Democrat. But no matter your position on the political spectrum, and no matter your opinions on the beliefs of each of the candidates, it's this kind of religious conspiracy SHIT that has been pissing me off throughout this election. But I'm not going to rant about it, because Ben Amey, another friend of mine, has already done so in a most intelligent manner in his column, "Slightly Left Behind," for the campus newspaper at SUNY Oswego. He began this column as a response and counter to a heavily right-wing column written by a fellow student. (I feel all right posting this with names attached since it's already been published online, and Ben is pursuing a career in broadcasting anyway.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Slightly Left Behind By: Benjamin Amey Trouble in Democracy: A Country Divided Here we are, two weeks away from an election that will change the face of this country for quite possibly the next few decades, or even the next hundred years. And, save for a few days ago, Obama has held a comfortable and increasing lead over his Republican challenger. While that lead has shrunk slightly but has also leveled out, what is more troubling is the turn this campaign has taken. In my first column this year, I wrote about how those who complain about campaign rhetoric need to toughen up or shut up. However, some of the things that we've seen lately have gone beyond campaign rhetoric into dangerous threats and hate speech. A few examples: at a rally for John McCain before the final Presidential debate, a woman in the crowd stood and said, "I don't trust Obama, I've read about him, he's a Muslim." At this point, John McCain rightfully took the microphone away from her, not only because Obama isn't a Muslim, but because a person's religion should have nothing to do with if you trust them or not. At a Sarah Palin rally, we've heard shouts of "traitor" and, amazingly, "kill him" from McCain-Palin supporters. The latter comment actually struck up a Secret Service investigation. Traitor? Muslim? Kill him? Is this America, the greatest democracy in the world? Are we really still this prejudiced, this bigoted that we still react this way to a black presidential candidate? And yes, I say black because I will pretty much guarantee that those comments wouldn't be said about a white candidate. But it hasn't just been on the national stage where we've seen these types of comments. In this very paper, we've seen Obama called a communist, a socialist, seen him and his supporters compared to "drinking the Kool-Ade" in the Jonestown Massacre, and seen his ads compared to those of Adolf Hitler. To me, this is despicable. The communist comment is a play to the old fears of the McCarthy days, a dark time in American history where innocent people had their lives destroyed for political reasons only. A reference to the Jonestown Massacre, where over nine hundred people died? Comparing the ads of Obama to one of the worst mass-murderers in the history of the world? Why do we tolerate this? One of the things that makes America great is the fact that we are able to disagree without making these horrific insults. I'm sorry, but no matter who a candidate for president is, they don't deserve to be compared to Hitler or the Jonestown Massacre, which was the greatest loss of civilian American lives until September 11th, 2001 and in which Democratic congressman Leo Ryan was murdered. To those who have remained civil in this campaign or who have only attacked a candidate based only on their record or policies, I applaud you. A few of these people are the various Republicans who have stated they are voting for Obama, such as Colin Powell. People like this remind us that this is just a presidential race, and, at the end of it all, we are all still Americans. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ben published the above as a Facebook note, and one of the commentators below it remarked sardonically, "On a slightly different note...Guess who al-Qaeda endorsed today?" By that, said person meant that a web site supposedly linked to al-Qaeda has expressed a public endorsement of John McCain. Of course, you can't clarify these things either way, but here's an article about it if you want to read it (and you should). So, Obama is the male Muslim terrorist, but al-Qaeda endorsed McCain? Seems as though we have some wild Red Scare-esque accusations from BOTH parties going on here. But I haven't seen that from either Obama or McCain. Both candidates and their representatives (even in those damn counter-campaign ads, which also piss me off) have challenged (some might say "attacked") one another based primarily on one another's voting histories, previous public statements, and other sources that involve something actually ON THE RECORD that have nothing to do with race, religion, or even gender issues. That is a good thing! It is a sound and reasonable thing to do, no matter where you stand--and let's be honest, it's not as though these candidates are night-and-day different. Indeed, both candidates have inconsistencies on the record, and both have changed their minds and/or public positions on certain issues--but hell, aren't all HUMAN BEINGS like that? As for me, I don't care all that much about inconsistencies when I listen to debates. There's a difference between inconsistency and hypocrisy, and if you're perceptive, you'll see that difference come across in a candidate's personality. I care about the candidates' delivery of concepts, and their intents and plans to executing said concepts, and the good that said concepts will do to our country and to the world. Thank you for reading. <3 ~ Ashley
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October 21, 2008 - Tuesday 10:08 AM
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Tomorrow (which happens in an hour) will be an exciting day for indie music fans. One of my longtime indie favorites, the most intriguing Arden Kaywin, is releasing her sophomore album, The Elephant in the Room, which I have been eagerly awaiting for a VERY long time. I first stumbled across Arden Kaywin in the late summer of 2005, and requested a press kit to see if I could get her to come to my college. What I received was a copy of her debut album, Quarter Life Crisis, a lovely collection of piano-driven pop that very quickly dominated my iTunes. Songs from the new release are available for streaming at ardenkaywin.com, and this is one collection you won't want to pass up. It's got all the vocal power that you'd expect from an Oberlin Conservatory graduate...with all the fun that the album cover suggests (just look at it to see what I mean).
Look for a more in-depth review coming on Musiqtone.
In the meantime, I've got a musical coming up (The Threepenny Opera) and another one in January (Two Gentlemen of Verona...yes, it's a musical)...and a music video in the works. For real this time.
Love, peace, older and wiser,
<3 ~ Ashley
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October 14, 2008 - Tuesday 11:43 AM
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Current mood:  enlightened
Some of you may remember my post from more than two years ago about my venture to the Stratford Shakespeare Festival in Stratford, Ontario. As the disappointments of life would have it, I didn't get to go to Stratford last year because of a conflicting choral concert. This year, however, the trip was scheduled over October break, the last day of which is today, so I finally was able to make my long-overdue trip back above the border. And I must say, this year was the best trip ever. We saw The Taming of the Shrew, Hamlet, Cabaret and The Music Man. The Shakespeare, as usual, is the festival's strongest suit. What was intriguing to me was the interchanging of cast members between the two plays, often in major roles. The incredibly talented Adrienne Gould tackled both Bianca in Shrew and a surprisingly spunky Ophelia in Hamlet (as opposed to, you know, the Elizabethan emo kid Ophelia that we all expect). Upon reading her bio, I discovered that I had also seen her as Miranda in The Tempest back in 2005. I had never seen Shrew (or even 10 Things I Hate About You, for that matter), but when I did, it was clear why people are so afraid to perform it these days, because of its anti-feminist leanings...on the surface anyway. We could talk for hours about whether Shakespeare intended to use Katherine's subservient ideal as an example for the ideal wife, or whether he was really exposing and encouraging the questioning of the treatment of women and wives. Certainly, it's a play that will leave you talking about it, and that's the best quality you can request in a play so old. I had never seen any musicals at Stratford, and the ones this year did not disappoint. Cabaret, like many Kander/Ebb works, has the potential, and even the likelihood, of being "all spectacle and no substance," and the only actor who pushed the envelope was Trish Lindström as Sally Bowles, who was portrayed as more of a caricature than a character--a justifiable choice, given her role as a detached foil to the chaos of Berlin, but still, her performance lacked the realism that the Brechtian style requires. Indeed, it's hard enough to achieve a relatively Brechtian effect in the 1,072-seat Avon Theatre. No, the real stars of the show were the ensemble. The choreography was absolutely genius--it had the essential elements of Fosse, the mystery and isolation and hints of burlesque, but also had traditional elements of musical theatre dance. Actually, both Cabaret and Music Man featured incredible dance numbers. In dance classes and on the professional dance stage, I usually am annoyed by choreography that's purely conceptual--that is, a choreographed idea rather than choreographed music. Each number in both musicals had a definitive concept, but also fit the music perfectly in rhythm and in style. It kept both shows fresh, especially Music Man, which is so often stereotyped as one of the "boring outdated classics." I rode to Stratford with four other people, and three of them had been in the show, while the other said it was the first musical he ever saw, and they were all "so over it," until intermission. We left the Avon Theatre in a very good mood. If you want to read more about these productions, a blog called Emsworth has a ton of excellently-written reviews and analyses. That guy knows the territory. Love and River City kids, <3 ~ Ashley
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September 29, 2008 - Monday 11:55 AM
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Current mood:  fascinated
While most Americans were watching the presidential debate on Friday night, I was serving subs to pre-drunkards at the dining hall, and subsequently venturing to the recording studio to rework "The Crayon Song" for the first time since May...since I was too bitter to approach it much over the summer...but now it's fresh again, and destined to be a SUPER HOT single. You can go on my ReverbNation page to listen to some session outtakes that I uploaded for "gits and shiggles," as my producer likes to say. But thanks to the miracle of YouTube and the generosity of a user named KyleGates2010 who beat CNN and CSPAN to the punch, I was able to watch the debate in its entirety on Sunday afternoon. It was the first debate I've ever watched in its entirety, and it was the most refreshing and inspirational experience I've had in a long time. I have learned so much, so quickly, and I'm really pumped for the upcoming VP debate. I'm still not going to discuss in public detail my opinions on the matter...only that I'm glad that the lead questions were about issues that mattered, and that I'm glad both candidates got a fair chance to speak their minds and for the most part did so in a candid and educated fashion. I feel confident in my decisions and I hope that my fellow Americans feel the same way, no matter which direction you choose. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Happy viewing. <3 ~ Ashley Without Precondition
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