a blackgirl's permutating manifesto on windowsill marigolds & freestyle guerilla acts

Monday, April 07, 2003  

Indeed, sometimes it snows in April. Do you remember that Prince song from the Under the Cherry Moon soundtrack? Outside my window snow clings to tree branches, traps cars in their parking spaces, and hinders pedestrians who, by the way, just received allergy shots and medication, preparing themselves for the pollen of springtime. However, it is Kris Kringle and his gang of reindeer flying over these Brooklyn rooftops, early this year, minus presents and fa-la-la-la-la. Snow in April should mean minor flurries not urban icebergs blocking traffic and the growth of tree buds. But in these times I'm not surprised that the gods are angry.

Clearly the education system in America is flourishing more than any other institution. I can't see why the pentagon staff would model its briefings after kindergarten show and tell if it wasn't.

posted by coloredhoney | 2:01 PM