Don't Forget.

Don't forget to set your clock back 50 years tonight before you go to sleep.
 #JusticeForTrayvon

                                --Warren Sapp, on Twitter

Who is this guy?

His nane is Emmitt Till. He was a 14-year-old boy from Chicago. He was visiting his relatives in Mississippi when he was snatched from his great-uncle's home on the night of August 28. He was then beaten, shot in the head, and then thrown into Tallahatchie River. His body was found three days later. Ostensibly, the murderers killed Till because he whistled at a white woman.
When Emmett Till's body was found, his mom, Mamie Till-Mobley, insisted on having Emmett's mutilated body returned to Chicago, where she had an open-casket funeral for him. A picture of Emmett's mutilated, bloated face was shown around the country and was one of the sparks of the Civil Rights Movement.

               on TWITTER

                          @alieux9000- Time has a wonderful way of showing us what (or who) really matters.

                                                                -Alexgeorge

found on twitter

@rolandsmartin A hater can watch you fail 1 million times, but will look away from one victory. Win anyway.

11 things I didn't know last week

                 1.  Ethiopia has its own calendar, and the current year is 2003

                 2.  When I speak Canadian French, people from Quebec understand, but people from  France have no  idea what I am saying. And when I speak French, people from France understand, but people from Quebec have no  idea what I am saying.

                 3.  Wal-Mart, Target and KMart, and I, were all born in 1962.

                 4.  Ray Charles had 12 kids.


                 5.  Wendy Raquel Robinson has run a school for 14 years; click here

                 6.  Lebron James couldn't live up to the hype.


                 7.  The Wisconsin high court would reinstate a contentious law that curbs the collective bargaining  rights of most state employees.


                 8.  A D'angelo song I never heard before

                9.   That I'm thisclose to  terminating my Twitter account today. It's a waste of time, and I don't care to know if someone just ate  the best cheeseburger in Johannesburg today or found a parking spot at a mall in Denver.

              10.   That I really can do the work of 2 people, and quicker ( a coworker went on  medical leave last week  for 5-6 weeks and I have to do her work and my own).

              11.   The roadblocks that upset me and make me want to give up always seem to be not as serious  as I thought it would be, a few days later. Sometimes they end up being nothing worth worrying about.

& Again, after I pray Thee Lord, my soul to keep....

@alieux9000  Help me to see the good plan You have for me so that I can thrive the way You intended. In Jesus’ name, Amen

on my twitter

Via Twitter

@alieux9000  Help me to see the good plan You have for me so that I can thrive the way You intended. In Jesus’ name, Amen

less than 5 seconds ago via web

You can twitter me  here

As if I need another excuse to be online

Yes, I  have a fairly new Twitter account. Folllow me here

Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t care to know if a friend just found a parking spot in another part of the world or if someone just found a pair of shoes they like in their size at a store a thousand miles away from me or if someone just ate the best hamburger at a particular restaurant three states away from me. It there was ever a mundane message, then those are. I have received even more mundane messages than those.


I was encouraged to have a twitter account but I find it to be a waste, a virtual time vampire. No one ever responds to the messages I send. My guess is because they’re legitimate; I’m not telling thousands of strangers that my cat sheds a lot of hair or that the washer at the laundromat is more effective than the washer at home, or that my neighbor is worried about the swine flu. I’m actually messaging editors of poetry magazines or literary agents or screenwriters to get my writings published or made into a screenplay, or helping a friend find job leads. The friends I have on twitter, my real friends, we communicate the old fashioned way. We call each other. Or we email and text each other.

For reasons like that alone, I’m terminating my twitter account.

My brother, whose work life and home life leaves him too busy to mail me pictures of my God-daughter, updates his facebook profile with the pictures. Otherwise I would terminate my facebook account for the same reason.