For 99% of Americans, this Fourth of July marks yet another annual tradition of barbecues, block parties and fireworks. It's the halfway point of a long hot summer. A day to celebrate freedom, 'Merica, and being born in the U.S.A. But for the other one percent? The war still rages on.
Stephen rarely does public talks anymore. When he does, he draws an impressive crowd. And most of the people sitting in those seats are unaware of the effort that goes into composing the script he will follow over the course of the evening.
Running is its own end. It's a sentence and an exclamation mark. Running definitely brings out one's spirit, and also it shows people that anything is possible. If you'll be in Pasadena this weekend check out the 4th Annual Pasadena Marathon.
"Have you had anything to drink, Madam?" asked the patrolman. I wasn't drunk and I wasn't worried. I was a middle-aged woman in possession of a driver's license, conservatively dressed, honest to a fault and I assumed all that worked in my favor.
My mother gave birth to me at 30 but not really that many years separated us. And yet, between the objects that defined her, and those that characterize me? Well, there seems to be an intergalactic-sized caesura.
Ulysses Jenkins' Black Gold Fever, a multi-media performance ritual utilizing video projections, dance, music and spoken word, is a reinvention of Columbus Day: a doggerel, which was originally performed at LACE in 1980.
As the collection basket made its way toward me, I wondered what to do. My business had been slow, so I had no extra money to give. I desperately wanted to support this marvelous process unfolding in South Africa.