´GAZA IN MY MIND´

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Horfði á ótrúlega góða mynd í gærkvöldi.....myndina Britz, sem er í tveimur hlutum og fjallar um ung systkini af pakistönskum uppruna sem eru að reyna að fóta sig í sínu heimalandi Bretlandi. Ætla ekkert að tala neitt frekar um hana hér en mæli með henni!

Var að lesa Guardian og rakst á góða grein um forsendur Breta fyrir innrásinni inn í Írak:

If the government ever answers calls for a full-scale inquiry into the policy discussions that led to the invasion of Iraq, there is a danger that it will focus on WMDs, or blunders such as the failure to control mass looting or the decision to dissolve the Iraqi army. But what about the serious lapses in political analysis? It is often argued that the occupation stumbled because of a lack of prewar planning, but the real problem was a failure to comprehend that western armies cannot successfully take over Arab countries and force them to run along western lines. The occupation was doomed from the start. No matter how efficient, sensitive, generous and intelligent the Coalition Provisional Authority (CPA) had been, it could not have succeeded. Occupations are inherently humiliating. People prefer to run their own affairs; they resent foreigners taking over their country. A foreign army that topples a regime needs to leave within weeks or at most months. Otherwise, suspicion will grow quickly that the foreigners' real aims are imperial - to run the country directly or through the locals they put in charge, and to exploit its resources. Nowhere is this truer than in the Middle East, where feelings of dignity, honour, sovereignty and humiliation are the currency of daily life.

Restina má finna á http://www.guardian.co.uk/Iraq/Story/0,,2244183,00.html

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Bjartsýni femínistinn er enn á lífi

Fyrst vil ég byrja á því að óska nýkringdu foreldrunum Elínu Ösp og Pétri innilega til hamingju með undurfagra dregninn sinn. Til hamingju!! og takk fyrir myndirnar, þær eru svo fallegar!! Gangi ykkur vel með allt bestu.


En aftur að bjartsýna femínistanum:

Takk fyrir feðraorlofið!!
Vá ég er að sjá svo frábæra hluti gerast þökk sé feðraorlofinu.
Í Mogganum í dag eru skemmtileg viðtöl við stráka sem eru í feðrorlofi. Hugsið ykkur hvað þetta gerir hlutina miklu skemmtilegri! :)

Bara stutt innlegg til að bæta við birtu þessa fallega dags :)

(annars er ég veik inni :(, en sé sólina samt)

Helga

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gat ekki gert upp á milli tveggja ljóða eftir Maya Angelo svo ég birti þau bæði......:



Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

~ Maya Angelo ~





I Still Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust,
I'll rise.


Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.


Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.


Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.


Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.


You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.


Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?


Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


~ Maya Angelo ~



þetta er ákveðin gerð af svokölluðu pussypower og ég hef heyrt og lesið í þykkum bókum að endurtekinn lestur á ljóðum þessarar konu styrki grindarbotnsvöðvana...



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Heimsmálin 2008

Gleðilegt 2008!

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ást og friður,
Helga

ps. ég hvet alla sem einhvertíman dettur í hug að fara í sund eða göngu túr og langar í félagsskap að hringja í mig :)