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Ujima (Collective work and Responsibility) The third principle, Ujima
(collective work and responsibility) calls on us, the text says, "to
build and maintain our community together and to make our brothers'
and sisters' problems our problems and to solve them together."
This principle teaches us that we are responsible to and for each other,
that we must build the world we want and deserve to live in and that
it is a work which requires a profound and persistent ethical
sensitivity to the needs and aspirations of others. Thus, the problems
of poverty, homelessness, unemployment, crime, early death and
racialized justice, the pandemic of HIV/AIDS and the support of its
survivors and the care for the families of its victims must not be
approached simply as isolated, personalized tragedies and unfortunate
problems for others. Rather, they must be understood and engaged as
problems which we are all affected by and responsible for solving.
Likewise, the sufferings and struggles of the peoples of the world
whether in Sudan, Haiti, Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan, Australia,
Venezuela, Bolivia, and other parts of the world are our concerns
also. For we live in a world and web of interdependence and the issues
of freedom, justice, self-determination and peace are critical issues
for all of us, everywhere in the world. For as Malcolm taught us,
these liberation struggles are linked with our own and are the motive
force of human history. Moreover, these struggles raise critical
issues for us and the world which we must deal with—i.e., the right to
freedom and self-determination, and the wrongness of suppression and
oppression, the right and responsibility of resistance, and the
wrongness of invasion, occupation and unjust war, the right to the
resources of one's own land and the wrongness of international robbery
of these resources by corporations or conquering country. Thus, it is
important for us to accept that our concerns for the oppressed must be
expressed in a sustained practice to free them, that our anger at
injustice must be reflected in our active resistance to it and that
our preference for the poor must be linked to a practice which
alleviates their poverty and points towards an end of it. This
ultimately means that we must take up and continue the historical and
ongoing struggle for good in the world, the struggle for freedom,
justice, power of the masses of people over their destiny and daily
lives and peace in the world. Thus, we must enter the corporate
temples and political courtyards of the rich and powerful and
radically renounce and confront them, we must resist their
bloodthirsty gods of wealth and war, turn over the tables around which
they design the deaths, dispossession and imprisonment of whole
nations and place a new life-affirming, life-enhancing common ground
agenda before this country and the world.
HAPPY KWANZAA!!
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Any more Christmas is just another day to me. I'm keyed up and blissful all year 'round and I don't get into the commercial hype of the buy, buy, buy frenzy. Make no mistake I like to give gifts to special friends and my parents. I love to receive thoughtful stuff and do the exchange thing. Mostly though, I just love being with my nieces. They are so much fun. They brought there art and markers into my room and we colored most of the evening. Being with them is the best gift. I hope all your Christmas/Holiday wishes come true.
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(Left to right) Lea, Me, sis-in-law Gail, baby Rebecca, Jessica ~worn out from having her pic taken.
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Rebecca Rose Fine's first Xmas
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Jessica and her frosty pink lips. She applies the gloss herself!

By:Tony
Tis’ the night before the night before Christmas and outside the house children from the local poorhouse dressed in tattered rags struggle against the driving snow to hack out a tuneless version of ‘God rest ye merry Gentlemen’, whilst fighting against their combined consumptive cough.
Inside I toss another log into the inglenook and settle down into a high back chair close to the now roaring fire. In one hand I have a brimming tankard of fine porter to toast the season and in the other a small bell to summon the staff.
As I ring for Mellors to hasten the departure of the caterwauling commoners with a bucket of cold water and to toast me some muffins, it being four of the clock and therefore time for tea, I feel inclined to shed some light onto one of the more English of Christmas traditions in hopes of lifting the fog of misunderstanding in the minds of our colonial cousins.
Plum Pudding
Fist thing – there are NO Plums in Plum Pudding. This is no attempt at recipe misdirection but a throwback to the year 16whatever when the ex-popular Plum so often used in medieval pastries started to be replaced by the fashionable dried grapes – raisins or currents as we call them now. Modern consumer law being what it is the name Plum has now been replaced and the pudding renamed after the time of year when tradition insists the dish is consumed – Christmas. It is now referred to as Christmas pudding. And it is rich. Very rich.
A typical recipe consists of flour, suet, mixed dried fruit, candied orange and lemon peel, eggs, treacle, mixed spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, carrots, sugar (brown) …and a pinch of salt
FYI Suet is raw beef (or mutton) fat, especially the fat found around the loins and kidneys and you use a LOT….
At to finish the mix (and you as well) you can marinade the pud in spirit. Brandy is the tradition as is the serving of the dish ablaze before being doused in brandy butter…supersize THAT one!
And that’s the problem. When I was young and a little tiny boy I could eat the stuff till not only the cows come home but till they come home, get on the sofa, pick up the remote and start to watch their favourite soaps. Now however less is definitely more and a little goes a very long way as much as I still enjoy it. The thing is it is a Christmas icon, instantly recognised as it is boiled in a tied cloth forming a large ball and served either in the ball or cut in half with a sprig of Holly on top slowly roasting in the Brandy flames. Shop bought puds are usually bowl shaped. It is a Christmas as...... well... Holly...
The suet is the binding agent keeping it all together but restaurants now tend to cut this ingredient down. I was served it a few days ago at a Christmas meal and it arrived as a small slab like a slice of cake but, although it fell apart at the touch of the fork, it tasted gorgeous! I know what Proust meant when he had Swann remembering his past triggered by a teacake as the taste of Christmas pudding evokes in me Christmases of yore with family and friends and lit with the warm glow of happy memories.
A highlight of the family Christmas was the pudding – even if it was never eaten (except by me!) it had to be there as the precursor to the revels of the afternoon and the Christmas night buffet where it would still be for those hardy souls who likes theirs cold…
There was also the cash incentive.
When preparing it is traditional to put some silver coins in the mix and have the family stir the pud and make a wish. If you are lucky you got a slice with a coin in it (perhaps this explained my desire for second helpings!) and did not crack a tooth. This practice has died out since the withdrawal from circulation of the last silver based coin, the sixpence, some years ago. This being said my mum used to keep a horde of coins especially for the pudding even though you could not spend them.
Christmas is not Christmas without Christmas pudding. I urge you to go down to one of those ex-pat shops or specialist importers and try real English Christmas pudding – imagine a fruit cake on steroids – the true gift of the Magi.
The man proposes a challenge on his blog. Maybe he is curious, maybe he is just bored. Either way, Joao wants you to write 500 words about anything at all and send it to him for posting. We are all connected, and the writings of one another sews a single thread that holds us together.
Today is the Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere. It marks the beginning of winter, the shortest amount of daylight, the lowest arc of the sun, and the return of longer daylight hours in the days, weeks and months to come. (Of course, if you live in the Southern Hemisphere, you are celebrating Summer Solstice - the sun will be directly overhead at noon today. Enjoy the warm weather!) Many cultures celebrate Winter Solstice through traditions old and new. Today, regardless of where you live, think of ways you and your family can acknowledge the power and beauty of the Earth, and how you can help to keep it as clean and healthy as possible for future generations. ~ Courtesy of DrWeil.com
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He calls me "Miss Snikety" in this pic
Now that I'm a published writer, maybe I am getting a little eccentric, but when dining out recently with dear Evan, he was appalled and flabbergasted when I pulled out a magnifying glass to see the menu.
Please let me explain, you see this is our favorite place to eat and I know the words are tiny on the menu and I can't bear the thoughts of another pair of glasses hence the looking glass. Ok, ok, maybe I've watched too many Agatha Christie murder mysteries on A&E.
Click over to Evan and tell him to stop picking on me. ;)
The Titanic artifacts are here in Philadelphia at the Franklin Institute Science Museum. Jeanna took me as a Christmas present, my Mom and Nicole boarded the "ship" with us.
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At the beginning of the exhibit, every "passenger" is assigned a class and profile in the form of a boarding pass. What fun, Jeanna and I were assigned second class (almost as good as first) while Mom and Nicole got third class (peasants)! Hehe
What fun, we were off for the maiden voyage that ended in disaster. At that time a first class ticket cost the equivalent of $50,000 today. As you walked around the "ship" the artifacts told the story of class distinction as hopes abound for a better way of life in America. The Industrial revolution gave many immigrants opportunity to live the American dream. Many passengers brought there children or were on there way to meet family members already set up in America.
At the end of the journey, you visit a memorial wall to check to see if your person survived, most died of hypothermia in the 28 degree water.
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BTW, Mrs. Quick and her daughters survived the voyage.Click to enlarge
Read the article in the New York Times about blogging and all the pleasures and pain that go with it. The article mentions the whos who of blogging culture including my friend, Justin Hall. (Sorry log in necessary, but worth it.)
I am well acquainted with Justin and have benefited from his expertise for a couple of years. "The blogfather" has always rallied round me with weblogging. He is a very generous friend and a wonderful teacher.
I have modeled my blogging after his. Mr. Hall is my mentor.
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Bloggin Ain't Easy
Justin in a rare relaxed pose.
1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
I interviewed with a newspaper for a column.
2. Did anyone close to you die?
No, but I wish this certain person would already.
3. What countries did you visit?
Jamaica Mon
4. What would you like to have in 2005 that you didn't have in 2004?
Even more fearlessness
5. What date(s) from 2004 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
None really, but looking back it was one of the best years ever for me.
6. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Getting published in BITCH magazine. The New Yorker is next!
7. What was your biggest failure?
Letting the sick behaviour of someone else get to me.
8. Did you suffer any illness or injury?
I had chest congestion that would not end!
9. Whose behavior merited celebration?
My own of course
10. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Anne and my father.
11. Where did most of your money go?
In my gas tank
12. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Sitting in on a newspaper editors weekly meeting.
13. What song will always remind you of 2004?
Take Me Out ~ Franz Ferdinand
14. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder?: Much happier
ii. thinner or fatter?: Ugh! Fatter
iii. richer or poorer?: About the same, sadly.
15. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Writing
16. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Sitting on my ass
17. Did you fall in love in 2004?
Fall? No. Grow? Yes!
18. What was your favorite TV program?
Real World, Court TV and Chappell Show.
19. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Hate? No. Resentments? Sure I'm human.
20. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Bjork, she inspires me.
21. What did you want and get?
Recognition, appreciation, love and support.
22. What did you want and not get?
An IPod.
23. What were your favorite films of this year?
Lost In Translation.
24. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Turned 42. Went out with the family and friends, opened gifts.
25. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Nothing, it was wonderful and planned especially for me.
26. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?
Cool laid back writer type.
27. What kept you sane?
My meetings.
28. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Clive Owen (British actor).
29. Who did you miss?
Absolutely no one.
30. Who was the best new person you met?
My personal manager, Mr. Evan Kaplan & his daughter.
31. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2004:
I can recognize the genius within myself.
32. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
"I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Sean Don
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on." ~ Drop It Like It's Hot, Snoop Dogg and Pharrell Hehe j/k
Check out UrbanAddiction contributor Joao Paglione's recently revamped blog. He really composes some provocative stuff as a guy who comes from the "school of hard knocks." Bearing his soul, Joao always has the best pictures to accompany the writing and thats the formula for my favorite kind of blog.

Joao as he appears on his blog
A dream is fulfilled. March 2005 issue of Bitch: Feminist Response to Pop Culture Magazine will contain a piece from me under what they call the Bitch List.
I want to thank my friend Ivan at Swarthmore College for his help and support with this endeavor.
If I'm not able to send/hand you a copy of the issue, stop by your local bookstore and pick it up.
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Evan just plunked down the bread for this swinging new pad. He promises plenty of social events and gala happenings so be sure to get on the VIP list now. I'm sure I will be playing hostess and Evan will certainly be spinning the best music. You don't want to miss this!
* Televanglists are pretty entertaining to watch.
* I never want to be a mental loafer.
* I don't want botox it makes you look fake.
* Adrien Brody is hot.
* I have made the decision to never work in a cubicle again.
* I like younger guys.
* If a friend ever wants to help me improve myself, I'm outta there.
* I want to write a graphic novel and have a really cool artist (Ian Christy?) illustrate it.
* There is nothing wrong with getting fired. Sometimes God does for you what you can't do for yourself.
* I surround myself with people I respect and who respect me.
* If my job ever becomes my whole life, I'm in trouble.
* I love going to shows, plays, and movies.
* Traveling replenshes my spirit.
* Give, give, give and I don't mean money.
Last night we had a lovely dinner/party to celebrate my birthday which is actually on the 9th. Thank you, thank you to everyone who was able to attend, we had a great time. The Restaurant School in Philly was the location, lovely dinner atmosphere and desserts.
The celebration was heightened given that earlier I got word I will be writing a sensational blurb for BITCH. I'll post the issue when it's in print (and probably hand them out on street corners).
This was just the beginning, more fun lies ahead. I have already reeled in some cool gifts. What a lucky girl I am in so, so many ways.
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My Mom (left) was able to join us.
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The restaurant
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Lisa and Mary; twins separated at birth or so they say.
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Inside the dining room, a european flava.
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Our buffet
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Inside the card says: See...there are scarier things than turning another year older. Happy Birthday
*Thanks again Sue the card is awesome! I love the nose falling off.
Painting by:Tanya Tagaq Gillis
We went out for Mexican today to celebrate. Nicole's breast cancer is gone. The Doctor cut it out and results came back, all good news. It's ironic how suddenly a scar can represent a blessing and we will have our friend around for a long time. I'm so happy for you Nicole and us. XOXO
We went out to a karaoke bar the other night. One by one artists got up to sing there song. Some people not only sing but mimic song styling of the recording artists. Whether crooning Etta James or whaling out a rock ballet I was amazed. Sitting there nursing my Yuengling I look around the room at the surprising talent.
On the way home I play Elliott Smith’s CD. I chuckle as I recall a recently aired episode of South Park. In it Timmy the kid in the wheelchair, inadvertently becomes the lead singer in a rock band and goes on tour with Oz Fest. The brilliant thing about the episode for me was how Timmy’s limited verbal skills somehow blended perfectly with the band’s music. Timmy on stage in his trusty wheelchair becomes a much coveted rock star. Timmy takes what he has and makes it work for him. Yes!
I think to myself,
“Damn Liz, break all limitations society sets as to how talent should appear. Look around you very closely. Better yet, look within yourself.”
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The best Mom is now the best grandmother. I love this picture of the girls (Lea & baby Rebecca) enthralled listening to one of Grandmom's stories. Click pic to enlarge