I am in a total blog slump. I’m not entirely sure why. I have stuff to blog about. I just don’t feel like it.
So, my goofy dog has now decided that she owns the bed whether I’m in it or not. You see, the head of my bed is against my front bedroom window. Lucie likes to lay on the pillows and look out the window all day. It’s like The Discovery Channel for dogs. Now that it’s getting light so early, the dog’s waking up at around 6. This is totally not cool. Instead of waiting for me to get up, she simply comes up and sits on my head. She is completely fine with this. I am not. This is bad. I’m losing my power over her. Hey dog! Respect my authoritay!!
Secondly, I live in a small community not far from Pittsburgh. It’s suburbia, or as SJ calls it “White People Land”. It really is too. Case in point. About 5 or so years ago, the local school district built a new elementary school. The old one has been up for sale since. Several months ago, a Pittburgh-based Islam group bid on the building. This is the first interest that has ever been shown in this building. Naturally, this did not sit well in White People Land. There were many protests made at community meetings and such. OMG! They could be terrorists!! Or worse!! They could MOVE HERE!!! Watch for falling property values!! FLEE IN TERROR!!! Because of all the ill will, the group decided not to go through with the purchase. This infuriates me on so many levels. First, these people aren’t terrorists. They wanted to open a cultural center, you know, a place that *educates* people against prejudice and stereotypes. Secondly, it would be nice to see different people in this community. When I lived it NJ, I thought it was awesome that I could walk out of my apartment and hear several different languages being spoken. We need a cultural infusion to get us out of this damn white slump we’re in. As for them moving here, I don’t know about you, but I like new foods! I could make new friends that would invite me over for dinner! Fun!! Alas, my xenophobic, closed-minded, conservative, super Christian, loser neighbors don’t see it this way. Tell you what, why don’t you call Jerry Falwell and tell him we have a building for him. At least then I’ll have a place to take out my rage on.
