This is me being lame and forgetting my keys and being unable to enter my own abode which just so happens to be craptastic.

I have decided to move forward with my life and actually try to learn some discipline this semester because its the only way I'm going to survive the horrors of college life. Don't misunderstand me I love college and want to stay here, but it's going to take more than 10% effort. I must also strive to become an expert writer which will take practice and discipline. I have the most important thing to become a writer already, passion. Now I must learn to harness that passion to produce one (at least) of the greatest works of all time.

I am also on dangerous grounds with another aspect of my life which cannot be named here. I am stuck negotiating uncertainty which usually is a bit of fun, but alas other souls are to be taken into consideration in my decision making processes. As always I will try not to make a decision unless I know that I can make it with the greatest rectitude and presumably come out ahead not only for me but for all parties involved.

With the workload that I have this semester I can easily deduce that I may not be making my movie depressingly enough. I am thankful though that I truly have an open interest in the classes that I am taking even though they may require such great effort that if they were mole hills men would fear their avalanches. I shit you not.

Crows are an interesting breed of animals. (Nice segway, huh? (I can't spell)) It would seem to run in opposite to darwinism that they would make great noise when they find food and alert other crows to the presence of the food, but in fact it is an ingenious way to bipass the (shall we say) pecking order. You see, crows are territorial and if a crow found some food on a bigger crows territory the larger crow would probably dismember him. To defy this law of size the smaller crow calls out and invites every other crow in hearing distance to share in his feast because the larger crow cannot hope to roundhouse kick that many crows in the face, metaphorically.

This does in fact relate to my week. I am taking this awesome class by a Professor Ivory on MLK. This professor prefers to be called I-man and will allow us to be called by whatever we wish because he thinks that names dictate our destiny. He is very upbeat and amazing. Now some astute thinkers are predicting that I will make a parellel between the crows and the civil rights campaign, but I am not... exactly. I-man tells us that no single person could have won civil rights and thus we all get to take quizzes and tests together. He told us that if we try to be a lone wolf then the test will dismember us, but if we tackle it as a team, as individual experts in certain fields, then we shall champion the test. I will take the next step and parellel the great humanity of this idea and compare that to the survivalism of crows.

Being in I-man's class is euphoric. He is filled with a passion. He is killing Martin Luther King Jr... as we know him. He is giving us a valid skill. I-man says that King has been commercialized, and he is teaching us to look past what we think is the drudgeringly basic view of the civil rights movement. On my first day he asked us what King speach we knew. We all responded the same way, but he said at max we have only heard tweleve minutes of a forty-five minute long speach. Dr. King is a sound bite. He is not as nice as he sounds. He had sex. He lied. But the most important thing is that he was not looking for a short term goal. He was not a revolutionary, he was a liberal hoping for a steady (but preferrably fast) progression towards equality. Did you know that Dr. King spoke out adamantly against the Vietnam War before he was killed? Did you know that he wrote a speach about why Americans are going to hell (it was similarly titled)?
No.
And why. Because Dr. King is a a commercial sound bite used to keep things the way they are. The powers that be want it to seem that his work is finished, and sadly people buy it. The population at best on his rememberence day will watch the parade on TV and then pass the chicken. He is not supposed to be someone whom you can pass the chicken after.

You see, Crows are lucky. They only come in one color. I wonder if there were to someday mutate some white crows, would the black crows still call for their support. Right now we have the issue of gay marriage and well I have a dream. I have a dream that someday grown black men will hold the hands of white catholics and catholics hold the hands of protestants and protestants to hold the hands of gay men and gay men to hold the hands of jews and jews to hold the hands of muslims and muslims to hold the hands of atheists and atheists to hold the hands of hispanics and hispanics will hold the hands of polygimists and hispanics will hold hands with asians and so on and so forth.

Where is the future? I dream of a bright future that has curbed inequality, injustice, and even suburban sprawl. Where is my dream? Where is your dream?