blackgirl on mars: notes on a life in copenhagen (or how my alienation brings me closer to people).

Yeah right. But I do have to say, this was one election I was really close to boycotting. I can't help but feel that I have been personally messed with throughout this whole process. I have had this strange and nagging feeling that I had been set up: The stage has been cast with characters for the best show on earth: The U.S. Election. The whole world sits riveted, in front of the television while the U.S. has it's cataclysmic show-down. The whole world watches as the U.S. answers the Million Dollar Question (or should I say 700 billion?): Can the U.S. look past Race, in it's, cough cough, U.S. Presidential Race for the cough, cough, White House? Can life get any more ironic than this? And let me tell you, I've been "good" really "good"--managing to keep my mouth shut during mundane discussions that usually begin with, "Do you really think the U.S. will elect a Black man?" Luckily, no one at my job thinks me interesting enough to ask, so I...

Tony Medina finally made it out of Copenhagen yesterday. It only took him about a week to do so. Days of trucking on down to the airport with this heavy shoulder bag, days of waiting at the airport, of waiting, and waiting until the gates closed and realizing he'd have to spend another evening in Copenhagen. But he took it well despite the 15 dollars someone else was earning on account of his car being parked at the airport. And the visit transformed itself from my being overly protective of my space, to my finally opening myself up and letting myself enjoy the fact that hey, I got a friend here visiting me. Having Tony here made me think of the things I don't have and what I didn't do as opposed to what I do have and am in the process of doing. And then I realized why I sometimes allowed so much time to pass before coming home to New York--the gravitational pull makes me lose focus. But I know the road signs, and let's face it, I ain't and can't go nowhere righ...