jena conviction overturned

I know you guys all have the Jena situation alive in your heads. I’m sure you all were as pleased as I when we heard that the state appeals court overturned the felony conviction for Mychal Bell.

He was tried as an adult originally even though he was just 16 when the assault happened. I’m not sure what will happen next; that’ll be determined this week. Likely, he’ll be re-tried as a juvenile (which is what shoula happened in the 1st place). It’s not like re-trying him will cost more money in court/legal fees. Oh wait, yes it will.

It sucks that all this happened; & that it took so long for anything to happen. I think everyone who’s signed the petition (see previous post), & all the ppl who’ve traveled down there, or blogged about it, or even just brought it up & talked about it have helped bring about some change. It makes me re-affirm my faith in our ppl.

Here’s something I’m not too sure about… Maybe you’ve all heard that there’s going to be a rally in Jena, LA this coming Thursday. Expected numbers are anywhere from 5,000 to 35,000 ppl to attend.

One of those ppl is Al Sharpton. Y’all know Rev. Al, right? Here’s the thing, all the ppl on the side of the Jena 6 believe that Al’s coming to help them. But I believe that Al only does things that help HIMSELF. I don’t think he’s doing this (or has done anything else) out of the goodness of his own heart. I think he’s his own publicity machine. I think he only cares about what this situation can do for him.

There are thousands of others that are leaving their work behind & paying their own way to go to Jena. Rev. Al’s doing it as part of his work, & will def collect from it.

I guess it’s all whatever though. I mean, he will bring publicity to it all; he won’t be ignored, that’s for sure. So, I guess this situation can use all the ppl (self-serving or not) it can get.

at a loss

You know how there are some ppl in this world that have a talent so profound, it just stops you? Like, you hear Pavarotti start singing, you can feel yourself gasp?

It’s been a year & 2 months since I posted about his pancreatic cancer. You can read all the posts I’ve written about him all together by clicking here. You don’t have to click to read the posts, but I am very fond of the pics I put up to accompany the posts. I picked out older photos of him that I thought showed a lot of who he was beyond a maestro.

So, there’s not much to say; I’m sure you all have heard by now that he’s passed on. Instead, I’m going to post a bunch of things he’s said over his 71 years.

  • Above all, I am an opera singer. This is how people will remember me.
  • Am I afraid of high notes? Of course I am afraid. What sane man is not?
  • At the age of 4. I jump on the table. I am a little tenor. And I begin to sing, La Donna e Mobile.
  • Children should be given the chance to play instruments, to sing.
  • Every Italian play football. The first gift they give you when you are 3 is a ball.
  • For me, music making is the most joyful activity possible, the most perfect expression of any emotion.
  • For an Italian, being honored in America was a big privilege.
  • I am open to everything.
  • I am proud to be a messenger of peace for the United Nations.
  • I haven’t seen the Elton John, but I have seen Rent on many occasions.
  • I made 12 duets. It was such a pleasure to know these people from the inside, not from the cover of an album.
  • I smoke cigar in the summertime. Probably in three months, 10 cigar.
  • I want to reach as many people as possible with the message of music, of wonderful opera.
  • I would like to raise money for the kids from the world. To do that, the only way, it was to call pop singer. If you call pop singer, you can sell the ticket.
  • If children are not introduced to music at an early age, I believe something fundamental is actually being taken from them.
  • If you see me once, you cannot confuse me with another.
  • If you want to do something really bad to me, you invite at your home, and put one record of mine. And my digestion will be finished before begin.
  • In opera, as with any performing art, to be in great demand and to command high fees you must be good of course, but you must also be famous. The two are different things.
  • Learning music by reading about it is like making love by mail.
  • People have a right to criticize.
  • Sometime to be called Pavarotti is not always an advantage.
  • Why should be elite, music? Excuse me. Music must be for everybody.
  • We just baptized my daughter, and we have 300 people in the church. When we are going to be married, we will be alone.
  • With the piano, at the age of 18, I was already singing for $1, $2 a performance.
  • You don’t need any brains to listen to music.
  • No regrets, no regrets.
  • If music is central to a person’s life, it can be something very special and life-affirming.
  • I am a very superstitious person.[When he performs, Pavarotti wants nails strewn all over the stage, and won’t tolerate the color purple. In former times, priests wore purple, and artists couldn’t perform during the season of Lent. So, purple, to an Italian, to an artist, means no eating, no money, no work, no women.]
  • Olive oil is so incredibly healthy — as a digestive. I love it and I use it despite the fact that it’s the most caloric thing in the world.
  • I am not a boiled potato — I am a fried potato.
  • I have lost twice 85 pounds. Can you imagine? Twice.
  • Despite the fact that I was born under the sign of Libra [balance], I am a person who calculates little and dreams a lot. With the grandissimi advantages and the grandissimi disadvantages. But, the advantages are 90% and the disadvantages, 10%. So it’s worth living as a dreamer.
  • I love Ballo [Un Ballo in Maschera — The Masked Ball, a Verdi opera] for many reasons …. The tenor character Riccaredo is a good man who is deeply in love with his friend’s wife. I sympathize with him, not because I have ever been in love with a friend’s wife, thank God, but because I know how pwerful love can be and how it can make a man do things that he knows are wrong.
  • I know one second before if is not going well. Absolutely. I feel it.
  • Teaching I think is the most difficult thing. Teaching is more difficult than singing. ….. Why? Because you have to transfer a thought from your brain to the brain of the other person and the throat of the other person. [2005 – This was when Pavarotti announced that he was retiring from performing, & was now going to teach for free.] I’m going to teach for free. I don’t want to teach people just because they pay me. I want to teach people who really are good. I received a beautiful welcome to the world of music. I want to give something back to the younger generation.”
  • why’s it gotta be good?!?

    You know that saying “With a name like Smucker’s, it’s gotta be good”? What’s that supposed to mean? If it weren’t for the jams/jellies, I never would’ve heard the name Smuckers, & then if I did hear it, I wouldn’t think, “Oh WOW, that’s gotta be good!”

    I mean, I can understand if it was “With a name like Heaven, it’s gotta be good”.
    Or, “a name like Angel…”.
    Or, “Superhero…”

    Or, “Pope…”. Oh, wait … no that wouldn’t necessarily mean it’s “good”. That may just mean that it’s tolerant of what they choose to be tolerant of.

    boys are punks

    In yesterday’s post, I mentioned that one of the things I had to do was make sure my brother ate healthy. I mean, he really doesn’t eat healthy. He’s a teenage boy & he’s got super fast metabolism, so he eats whatever he wants & it doesn’t really show on him. Anyway, I’ve cooked for him before & he ate everything I made. I mean, ate it, took seconds & liked what I cooked.

    Well, with my parents gone, he wouldn’t eat anything. I mean, barely anything at all. PLUS, he would announce every day that he was losing weight; he lost about 10 lbs. while they were away. This was just great; exactly what I need. For my parents to put me in charge of their only son (the one who’s gonna carry on their family name); & have them return to find him all skin & bones. Fantastic.

    I don’t want y’all to think I can’t cook, cause I can. Remember, he ate whatever I made before they left on their trip. Also, for Mr. T’s b-day, he asked me to make him lamb, & I made this delicious braised lamb with apples. It was amazing. So, it’s not that my food isn’t delicious, cause it is.

    My brother’s just a punk. Further evidence that boys are punks.

    Ernesto, fun new toys, & my hair

    Ok, so here’s the thing. I’ve got lots to tell. Today’s Friday, which means PhotoFriday, but I’ll just have to post a PhotoFriday pic sometime this weekend.

    I got my new laptop. It’s cool, & new, & just the greatest thing EV-A. I love it. I haven’t named it yet, & am taking suggestions. I am leaning towards naming it a boy’s name. We name all nice things girls’ names, but not boy’s. Like ships, cars, all that stuff. So, I’m leaning towards a boy’s name. And we all remember how sexy a name I thought Ernesto was when that hurricane was comin round. Oh, wait, did I not share all that w/ y’all? Yeah, I just looked through my emails & saw that I didn’t. I’d just emailed my thoughts on the rainy season, & Ernesto w/ my girls. I’m not gonna post what everyone had to say about Ernesto here. Eh, what the hey, I might as well. Here’s what my girls had to say in response to one of my emails I sent around where, at the end I mention how sexy Ernesto sounds.

    Now that I’m thinking about sexy Ernesto, I’ve forgotten about the cold and rain. Oh the things he could do to me. Excuse me for a bit. 😀 haha

    Ernesto does sound sexy…Everytime I hear a newsperson say it (or everytime I read it) I think of a swarthy, dark, tall, handsome man with chocolate brown eyes and wavy black hair. Very Harlequin romance picture in my head. Unfortunately, like most sexy men, he will do a lot of damage. 🙂
    –urban cowgirl

    So, anyway, I want to name my laptop a boy’s name. Not Ernesto. Maybe something equally ‘cabana-boy’-like; def something exotic & unusual. Any thoughts? Keep in mind that he’s very powerful (my laptop, not Ernesto or any assorted cabana-boy). He’s got a hundred gig memory so I can store all my junk (ie pics, music, & videos), & a centrino duo processor. I have no idea what that’s for, but both of my sisters said I need it to do what I do, so it’s what I have now. So, again, we’re lookin for a name! Please help.

    And, last night, I drove down to Akron with my dad & BOUGHT A CAR!!! Yes, a brand, spankin new car. A new car that’s currently sittin pretty in my driveway right now, b/c I can’t drive it until I go see Nikolina tomorrow & get it added onto my insurance. It’s black. BUT, it’s not just black. It’s black w/ teeny-tiny flecks/specks of blue & purple mixed into the black paint, so it looks really metallic & sharp! I love it! It’s a 2007 Corolla LE, & it’s got a 6-disc changer.

    Do I need a 6-disc changer? No. I really don’t. I explained to the car-dude that what I really need is a single disc player that plays both audio cds & mp3 cds. But he said that’s just not available on my car model. Whatev. I’ll deal w/ what I’ve got.

    And, even more NEWS!!! I’m going rock-climbing in AZ for my beautiful, cute little (well, she’s not so little anymore really) niece’s birthday. I can’t wait to go! I leave next week & will be there for a week. Ok, more later. Can I just say that I’m really very excited about everything.

    Oh, & there’s some mediocre news too…
    I got my hairs all cut last weekend. I went in & asked for just an inch off at most. I told the chickee that I wanted to keep my length, but I really the split ends cut off. And I wasn’t delusional, I knew I had split ends that needed to go. I missed a hair cut appointment entirely in b/t now & my last cut. PLUS, I’d done some serious damage to my hair by straightening it during this really humid summer. So, I told her to do what she had to, but no more than an inch off the length. Well, she cut it, it looked a little short, but I thought it was just me not being used to having my hair cut. I just had it pulled back after b/c I was going straight to go work out & shower after that. After all that, I let my hair down. And was shocked. SHOCKED! I showed my sister (who’s visiting home from school), & she confirmed that the chickee had to have taken at least 2 or 3 inches off.

    I was pretty pissed. I’m still a little irratated. I mean, it still looks cute. (Seriously, I don’t know how, w/ a face like this, any hair wouldn’t look cute). But I was pissed that I was told one thing & something else was done. You know? I don’t like being lied to. I feel betrayed. It wouldn’t be so bad if I knew what was gonna happen.

    You know, it’s like when you eat something salty when you’re expecting something sweet. Or, a few weekends ago, me & my 2 sisters went to Trader Joe’s & I found a bag of the salted pb-filled pretzel nuggets I love. They’re usually out, but someone had picked up a bag, & then dropped it off in the frozen food aisle cause they prob decided against it. So, in the car, on the way to our next shopping destination, I asked my sis to open the bag of pretzels so we could have some. She put one in her mouth, & was grossed out cause there was something gooey inside. She didn’t know they were filled w/ pb. It’s like that.

    Anyway, my hair was like that. If I knew she was going to cut off that much, it wouldn’t have bothered me as much. Just let me know.

    PhotoFriday #7: circle

    I do love circles. Here’s one of my fave types of circles:mmmmm, moist delicious cake!!! There have been times that I’ve puréed up some fresh strawberries, & folded that into the whipped cream to use to frost the cake; or added in bananas. This one is just plain whipped cream, sliced up fresh strawberries, & chocolate syrup. It would’ve had bananas too, but we ran out.

    Next week, I’m making one of my famous creations; I’ll post a pic of that cake after.

    To see other (& more talented) PhotoFriday pics, click he-yah.

    i’m gettin annoyed…

    Did I miss the memo where ‘passive-aggressive’ was declared the new black?

    I’m so incredibly sick & tired of ppl asking me stupid, idiotic questions that I know damn well they know the answers to. And if they really don’t know the answer, well, that’s even worse. Don’t go around asking or wondering how something happened when you know damn well how it happened.
    When I respond to the aforementioned dumbass question w/ “Well… remember yesterday when I told you about…”. Yeah, you pretty much should realize that I don’t have time to repeat myself.

    Camcorders are pretty cheap now-a-days. Go get one, & just record everything I tell you; b/c I know you’ll need to refer to it later.

    I’m really sorry, this isn’t addressed to anyone who even reads this site, but GEEZ-LOUISE!!! I’m sick of incompetence. Incontinence? Whatever, I’m sick of both! Anyone else out there dealing w/ the same crap I am? Can I get a “Hellz Yeah”?!

    So, I’m sendin out this Happy Bunny to all the ppl who’ve annoyed me lately.

    It’s funny how no matter how mad or upset I am, the happy bunnies always bring a smile to my face.

    UPDATE: Not that this means much, but I’m sharing. I’ve decided to pick up some brie & have brie & whole wheat crackers & fruit tonight for din-din. I do love brie. mmmm.

    more tales from Sir Paul & the peg-leg

    So, Heather Mills & Paul McCartney have split up, huh? Who would’ve thought? Well, besides Paul’s kids, who’ve known their dad all their lives.

    If a rocker can’t keep a marriage going with an ex-model* who is 25 years younger than him, what hope is there for the rest of us? I mean, normally, relationships like that thrive, don’t they? Why wouldn’t a marriage where the woman is hunting down J-Lo to chastise her, while her husband is out & about, touring the world & putting on rock-shows, work?**

    And what!?! He wouldn’t let her sign a prenup, even though she wanted to! Sir Paul’s worth over 1.5 bill. Yes, folks, that’s a lot of purses & shoes & fun electronic equipment! I don’t get this last part, b/c I know he loved her, & she loved him. But the thing is, I always thought that Linda was like “the” love of his life. When she died, he said one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard from a man who’s been married as long as they were. He had said that he just lost his girlfriend. I thought that was so touching; b/c once ppl get married, they no longer act as they did when they were dating, they change. Oftentimes, for the lamer. Anyway, so I figured that Paul had found a woman with whom (who/whom?) he wanted to share the rest of his days. He didn’t feel about her as he did Linda, but she was gone now, & he should have a companion to spend the remainder of life with. That’s just my view, from the outside lookin in.

    *I used the term model very loosely. I am a fashion buff, I read fashion mags & watch the new lines come out, & look through vintage stuff (from all countries, not just the US). And yet, I never heard of Heather Mills or her fake leg before she hooked up w/ Sir Paul.
    **I know what you’re thinking here: “Holy run-on sentence, batman!” Well, that’s nothing compared to how I talk in real life!

    On a related note, I was wondering why they call Swedish meatballs “Swedish meatballs”? Is this like “French toast” or “French fries” or “German Chocolate Cake”? Is there a real reason they’re refered to as Swedish? What makes them different? mmmm, cake.

    mis-leading chips

    OK, I’m not trying to mislead anyone here. My cake did look a lot like the cake below, w/ a minor difference. My cake did not have chips in it. I don’t do “chips” in my food. (I also don’t do lemon wedges w/ my food or water, but that’s a story for another day).

    I don’t like chocolate chips or sprinkles in my cake or frosting, or ice cream. I don’t like chunks of anything (chips, sprinkles, tutti-frutti-thingies, fruit, etc) in any cake, cookies, or jello. All through college, I ate Edy’s French Silk ice cream; & I separated the chocolate chunks they put in there & threw them out.

    There are exceptions of course. Everyone that knows me, knows that I make up rules & then have exceptions to them all. That’s just how I roll. Cookies, obviously, can have chocolate chips. But not M&Ms in them, that’s just weird. And we can’t forget Ghirardelli’s triple-chocolate-chunk brownies.

    Mmmm, ghirardelli trip-choco-chunk brownies. They are yummy. There’s this guy where I work, & he used to bring in these brownies every once in a while. But he hasn’t done it in a while (about a year). I think it all stopped the time he put some oregano in them. No, not “oregano” (in quotes), but real oregano, the spice. To see if ppl would notice. He also had a card to Costco (they only have this on the east-side of Cleve, not the west side; regardless, I don’t have a membership card), so he bought me a box once a while ago. He went to buy me another box a few months ago, but they don’t carry it anymore. Now, they only have Hershey’s triple-choco-chunk brownies. They’re still damn good though.


    Is it ok to have a piece of chocolate cake w/ chocolate-fudge frosting for dinner?

    It may be important to add in that I’m sick (& have been sick), & had a super-crappy day. I thought it was ok, but have been told that it’s not how things are done.

    This pic looks just like the cake I made yesterday. My cakes are absolutely dee-li-cee-ous! That’s mainly cause I have a secret ingredient that I add (only a few select ppl know). But this time, I forgot the secret ingredient! Everyone still said it was grand though.