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Hey! I am a dork, and have chosen to open myself to public ridicule (but hopefully not) via Youtube. Go watch me play guitar (badly) and sing (sometimes well). ;-)p

xoxo
kkw

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Super Update!

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xoxo

S

Wishes for Peace in Passing On

My best friend's father, Robert Wright, passed away from terminal brain cancer today. He will be sorely missed by his friends and family. He was a Coast Guardsman, a volunteer firefighter, outdoor educator, spiritual teacher, and an all-around great man. He meant a lot to me, and even more to my best friend.

I wish you peace, Mr. Wright, in your passing to wherever it is you go. Sometimes it seems unfair that someone who lived such a healthy and full life should be taken this way. But you also suffered comparatively little pain in your long passing, and for that we are so very grateful. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for spreading the word of Peace and Harmony to so many people. Thank you for showing me what it looks like to be a good human being. We will always remember you this way. I love you, and the world will miss you.

My new blog...

that will keep you updated on my adventures with the SCA (Student Conservation Association) / AmeriCorps!

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Reporters want to talk to me now...GAH!

***UPDATE***
They can't print it w/o it being considered an allegation. No witnesses, no story. She was nice, but can't help. Fuck it. I tried, right?
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ISome of you already know about all this. I decided to write a letter to the local paper. They want to do a story now. I'm terrified. Should I? Only if it's anonymous? I don't feel particularly martyr-like today.

Gah....



Here's the letter:

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Hi to all,

Well, I took Aunt L's advice and wrote to the Bowie-Blade News about the problems I've had of late. I think it's probably far too controversial to be published, but I had to try, right? I don't know that it will help, or that it won't cause me trouble, but it feels good to get it out - that's for sure. I tried to remain intelligible and serious, we'll see how it goes. If I disappear, look to Sgt. ****** of the PG Police Dep't, or ***** of Bowie Police, okay?

Wish me luck...the letter is below.


To the Editor:

I would like to address some serious problems with the new Bowie Police force. Since its inception, I have been the victim of several crimes in the ****** ***** area and have not been assisted by the force, and in fact have been caused further anguish.

I would like to say, firstly, that I have yet to see a Bowie police officer patrolling the highest-crime areas of Bowie. I see them in parking lots at Hilltop Plaza staring into space, I see them in vacant lots in Belair, presumably waiting for a call, and I have seen them only once in my neighborhood - in my rear-view mirror late at night, riding my bumper with high beams on, swerving about in an attempt to scare me into committing a traffic violation, as apparently there are no real crimes occurring in my neighborhood.

Their absence was most noted a few weeks ago as I walked from the Bowie Town Center, where I work (NOTE: It was better than saying "coming home from the bar"), to my home, around 1 A.M . While walking down ******* Drive, a man jumped out at me from behind a bush. Thankfully, I suffer from PTSD and am hyper-vigilant, and turned abruptly with a knife in my hand. He backed off at first, then continued to follow me all the way to my home, harassing me along the way. I pretended to live at another house, and when he eventually left, I ran to my own home the moment he was out of sight. He continued to harass me in the following week, and must have noted my real address, as he showed up to my doorstep one afternoon. I politely informed him that I was romantically involved with a police officer (a farce, but an effective one), and that I did not appreciate his visit. We have not seen him since, but I know he lives only a few blocks away.

I would have called the local PD to get help, but felt that it would be counter-productive. I had attempted to call the Bowie police about two months ago to report being harassed and threatened while walking past ******* ***** park, from the bus stop to my home. As Bowie was "too busy to help" (doing what, I have no idea - the police blotter appeared lacking in major crimes that week), a PG County officer was dispatched to my home to take a report. The officer arrived and, upon inviting him inside, had me repeat what I'd already told the dispatcher. This was hard for me considering the disgusting, graphic details of the harassment. The harasser threatened me with death by shooting if I did not reveal my female assets to him. Again, since God is on my side if not the police, I was far enough away that I was able to run and evade any potential harm. The harasser was one in a group of about ten or so young males. The officer informed me that there was nothing he could do if I could not identify the one boy who threatened me, and said since they were all dressed alike in gang fashion, that'd be a tough task. The officer did not make any attempt to break up the group, investigate, or even scare off the group.

I suppose I am generally considered attractive, and the officer told me he "didn't blame them, as you're obviously a very attractive young lady with a lot to stare at up top." He continued on, saying that he did not "understand why a guy would shoot a girl for not showing her tits - what good is a dead girl for sex?!" I was already scared by the days events, and had no idea how to react. I gave nervous laughter, pretending to be amused, since I had no idea what I could say. He proceeded to tell me that my best bet was to secure my home, as there's a good chance that the kids were neighbors, and may do further harm if they saw me on the street again (never offering protection, mind you). He gave a few helpful hints, helped me create a sliding door barrier, and then continued the "jokes". He picked up a belly dance costume of mine from the floor (I practice Raqs Sharqi for exercise and fun), held it up and said "what's this? Ooh, can I watch?" Intimidated, I again laughed nervously, and handed him a flier for my upcoming recital. To his credit, I don't recall him showing up. He left without taking an official report or attempting to resolve the incident in any way. I decline to offer his name, as I greatly fear being targeted by someone more legally powerful than myself, "blacklisted" as it were.

I couldn't be more grateful that I am moving out of the neighborhood in less than a week, and relocating to Massachusetts. This saddens me greatly - I grew up in the neighborhood, played in the same parks, walked the same streets and walked to and from work for years without an incident until about five years ago. I always thought that Bowie was where I was going to come home to when the time came, to raise my children just as my mother did in 1985, and her own mother did in the early 70's. All of my beloved childhood memories are gone, replaced with memories of violence, fear, intimidation and helplessness. And it would appear that all the new Bowie "Police force" can do is lounge in lots and harass residents for what are scarcely crimes compared to what goes on every day. The new Bowie police chief was just recently seen publicly beating her child at Bowie High, slamming his head into lockers up and down the hallway, and offering insolence to those who approached her with concern. What hope do we have? Good luck and fare well, my formerly beloved Bowie.

(I know that anonymity is not an option. I hope I'll be safe should this be published - and I sincerely hope it is.)

--*****, age 25, ******* ***** neighborhood--

THE SPOILED UNDER-30 CROWD!!! (haha)

THE SPOILED UNDER-30 CROWD!!!

If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!! (Note: I'm 25, but this shite is hilarious! I wonder what our will be like!))

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning ... uphill BOTH ways .... yadda, yadda, yadda


And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! But now that... I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!


I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet.
If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up
ourselves, in the card catalog!!



There was no email! ! We had to actually write somebody a letter ...with a pen!
Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it
would take like a week to get there!


There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the
damn record store and shoplift it yourself!


Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk
over the beginning and @#*% it all up!


We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting!
If you were on the phone And somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it!


And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either!
When the phone rang, You had no idea who it was!
It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer,
a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your
chances, mister!


We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics!
We had the Atari 2600!
With games like "Space Invaders" and "asteroids" and the graphics sucked ass!
Your guy was a little square!
You actually had to use your imagination!
And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever!


And you could never win.
The game just kept getting harder and harder And faster and faster until you died!
When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating!
All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in
front of you and you couldn't see, you were just screwed!


Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 15 channels and there
was no onscreen menu and no remote control!
You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on!


You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off Your ass and walk
over to the TV to change the channel and there was no Cartoon Network either!
You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning.
Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little
rat-bastards!


And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we Had to use the stove
or go build a frigging fire ...imagine that! If we Wanted popcorn, we had to use that
stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot.


That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy.

You're spoiled.

You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980!


Regards,

The over 30 Crowd

Back from vacation...

spent friday afternoon to Sunday night in WV. Stayed in a gorgeous old Poor Farm in Franklin, had like 30 rooms, slept 100! There were only about 15 people there. What a great time I had! Went hiking to the mountain top, and collected some mullein stalks, some huge burdock an plantain, a ton of mustard, oregano, 3 kinds of mints, wild parsley and a few other things on the way down. Played in the beautiful, clean, pre-DC part of the Potomac. It's GORGEOUS! Played with wildlife, did some target practice, ate and drank entirely too much, sand and danced and had a generally good time! Best part is - I'm invited back for Labor Day! Wooohoo! Pics to come soon.....

LOVE THE SCOTS!!!

Bono, the lead singer of the band U2, is known for being self-righteous.

While playing a concert in Glasgow, Scotland he asked the audience for total silence.

Then, he started to clap his hands slowly, once every few seconds. Holding the audience spellbound, he said quietly, "Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies."

From near the front, a broad Scottish accent pierced the quiet: "Well, fookin stop doin it then!"

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:-) Just sharing a small joy this Monday morning. Needed a laugh after a long night of insomnia! I usually do a pretty good job of maintaining positivity and good spirits....I cracked.

Hopefully all will be well tonight.

Have the best day possible!

KK

***UPDATE*** PLEASE SEND ENERGY!

***THANK YOU EVERYONE! I FOUND IT, THOUGH NOT WHERE EXPECTED, SO BIG TIME THANKS TO MY FRIENDS - I WOULDN'T HAVE FOUND IT WITHOUT THAT ENERGY!***

To me finding my damned wallet I lost this AM. $400 bucks cash (so I could pay bills,,,I don't have checking or Credit cards) plus, you know, my identity and all that. The real killer for me is the only picture I have of my pitbull, Tian that was stolen from me. Help me find it by sending a come-home beacon to it please!!

MAPS Meet 2007!

Whew! Well, it's my first day back in the office after my mini-vacation! What a fantastic experience! MAPS Meet had a fantastic sense of community, amazingly gifted instructors, wonderfully kind and generous attendees, and some surprisingly awesome food! I learned SO much I think my head is gonna explode! I had the best time I've had in a while - and MAN did I need that break! It's always really sad for me leaving, though. I'm sappy like that. No matter how many times I've had to leave a community behind, it never gets easier. Mostly because I know I could happily spend my life meeting such great people and being so very free to be me! A few that I'll miss the most:

Great thanks go to the fabulous Doc Garcia, not only for getting me into the event, but for his friendship. It's truly a blessing to have finally met him and his wonderful family. Gracious and knowledgeable beyond words, I feel like I've known him forever! Thanks SO MUCH Doc, for filling my head with so much practical and useful knowledge, for sharing your hilarious anecdotes both healing and non-healing related, for providing a friendly face for my first day, for your moving performance at Saturday's campfire (you have a great voice, by the way, and I really don't think there was a dry eye!), and for graciously offering me future opportunities to study with you. It'd be a tremendous honor, and I'll be in touch! Lynn is a great woman, and Cathy is really sweet! Thanks for making me feel so very welcome, and I hope that you'll continue to grace MAPS in the future - it'd be a huge loss for them not to have you attend! Much love, light and health to you! Blessed be!

Also, thanks to Chuck (East Side Chuck!) for making me laugh the ENTIRE time, keeping me company, introducing me to folks, and generally being my tour guide for my first MAPS Meet. It was great to meet you, you're a real sweetheart, and a really great guy. I'm really glad you were there - it certainly wouldn't have been the same without you! It was wonderful to meet miss Kathryn as well - she's quite a doll, very cute! Takes after daddy! ;-) Hit me up if you need another contradictory Tarot reading! LOL.....

And, not on Tribe are Jan and Cristi. Jan is a multi-talented kickass guy, and Cristi is an adorable sprite who belly danced in the rain with me, as well as made me sweat out two nights in my tent sleeping 6 inches away from one of the hottest girls I've ever met. Thanks a lot....dammit. I'll be regretting my decision for a minute, methinks....! Much love being sent into the universe for them!

If you have not heard this AMAZING band - TOYTV (Turn Off Your TV), go listen and buy their album. The guitarist/singer is a truly talented and brilliant guy, as well as a damn fine chef (and cooking for 100 plus folks is nothing to shake a stick at!). He and Alice are beautiful spirits from Georgia, and deserve all the support you can manage! Go check out:

www.toytvmusic.com
or
www.myspace.com/toytv


I couldn't have had a better time. This meant a lot to me, and these memories will certainly stay with me forever. I have no time to thank everyone who showed love, and all of the fantastic people who make this happen every year, as well as every last one of the wonderful participants, who made each moment special for me. I love you all, and hope to weasel my way into getting there next year.

Ech - I'd really rather not be at work today! :-D

PS - Photos to come.....