Nope, still don't believe it. Totally in denial. Now where's my copy of Destiny, dammit!

Annnnnnnnnndddd...........it's a wrap. Brian just began the ceremonial playing of "Before I Let Go." We did it. We really did it. I'm still in shock but we did it.

This week I'm spending my vacation volunteering at the DC Rock and Roll Camp for Girls. Which means I'm using my break from teaching a bunch of crazy chirrun to teach another bunch of crazy chirrun - except this time I don't get paid. But I'm not going to lie, it's totally worth it. It's been an awesome two days, I've already teared up a few times. Something about a room full of mostly girls of color (average age about 8 or 9) screaming their lungs out, throwing up the devil sign and proclaiming that they wanna rock - it does something to you. It's like everything I ever wanted when I was that age.

I'm teaching dj classes to a 13-year-old and 9-year-old. They'll perform with everyone else on Saturday at the final show. I spent most of the afternoon today with the littlest one helping her pick out records. She's decided she wants to play "80's, party music, and rock." The other one has settled on a mix including M.I.A., Chris Brown, Howard Jones, and Monie Love. Yesterday we started the day with a field trip to DJ Hut. I made a "record store scavenger hunt" for them to complete. The oldest one immediately asked where the Mos Def was. Y'all, the future of music is in good hands. These girls keep blowing my mind everyday.

The best part so far? Everyday at lunch they have local women perform. Today my fellow dj Maegan and I were the featured act. A massive dance party ensued. They went nuts when Maegan played Kelly Clarkson. A small riot nearly occurred when they thought they wouldn't get to hear any Miley Cyrus. One of the girls eventually pushed her way up front, handed me her USB drive with a bunch of Miley/Hannah Montana songs and basically ordered me to play it. Afterwards, there was a Q&A. And requests for autographs. I'm djing for 10-year-olds from now on.

INCITE! Women of Color Against Violence New Orleans Chapter and the New Orleans Women's Health & Justice Initiative Seeks Books by Women of Color authors for a Radical Women of Color Lending Library Project

The New Orleans Women of Color Resource & Organizing Center (a joint project of the WHJI and INCITE! Women of Color Against Violence – New Orleans) will serve as a resource and organizing hub to nurture grassroots organizing and activism to end violence against women of color, linking struggles against the violence of poverty, incarceration, environmental racism, housing discrimination, economic exploitation, and medical experimentation and forced sterilization.

The Center will provide a host of movement building and leadership development programs, activities, and resources to end violence against women of color; the Center will also house a radical women of color lending library, a cluster of computers for community use, meeting space, and a comfortable environment for women and girls to hangout.

We are currently in the process of establishing a radical women of color lending library. We are seeking donations of books by women of color authors across genres, topics, interests, and subjects. All books are welcome—fiction, non-fiction, poetry, zines, articles, resource books, anthologies, photodocumentaries, etc. Videos, documentaries, and music are also welcomed. We are specifically interested in books by African, Arab, Asian, Black, Caribbean, Chicana, Indigenous, Native, and Latina authors.

Donations should be mailed to the:

New Orleans Women's Health Clinic
c/o WHJI
1406 Esplanade Ave.
New Orleans, LA 70116

For more information, please contact us at whji_info@yahoo.com or by phone at 504-524-8626.

Presently, I am obsessed with Current tv. Actually, it's been going on for a while now thanks to the bf. In between all my viewings of Whose Wedding Is it Anyway, Intervention, ANTM, Real World, Bad Girls Club, and other trashy vacuous reality tv, he gets me to watch alternative news and satire on Current. Right now, the one show we both agree on is Top Chef. Speaking of which, I'm pulling for Antonia as the dark horse. Cocky-ass Dale gets my vote too. If only to spite the thinly-veiled racist bitches who give him shit because "he only does Asian" and he's way too arrogant. Of course, the Italian woman who mostly did Italian? Not a problem? The socially awkward over-confident white dudes too busy with their bromances and behind-the-scenes dramz? Of course they never get crap for not being personable enough. As long as Spike and his stupid little hat don't win I'll be fine.

Auuuuuuuuuugggghhhhhhh!!!!! My imaginary celebrity husband Anthony Mackie is apparently doing a play next door to my office at the Kennedy Center. And my co-worker just told me she ran into him the other day right outside of our building. She also ran into Colonel Taylor from Different World. They're all in town for the August Wilson retrospective at the Kennedy Center. My only celeb sighting so far is some random actor I recognized from the HBO movie "Everyday People." I'm totally going to stand outside of the Watergate now stalking any black actors on their way performing at the Kennedy Center.

I may or may not be in the midst of a major existential crisis right now. Or it could just be gas. Whatever it is, I've come to the realization that I need a change and I'm the only person holding me back from said change. So this is me opening myself up to the universe. I am ready for a change, for new possibilities. My goal for the week is to do something radical, at least one thing. No matter how chickenshit I may feel. I need to make a change and take some real steps to my goals.