Ikea Jerker Desk

I really want to sell my desk. I love it. It is spacious but not obscenely large. It is extremely versatile in function; the top shelf doubles as a bookshelf. All around it's a great desk. But I have to part with it. I'm selling it for $100. I'm also going to throw in a wire rack and pull out keyboard shelf as an added bonus. If your in or around Westwood Village or UCLA I can help with transportation.

Dress Code

— In France a law was passed in 2004 banning pupils from wearing "conspicuous" religious symbols at state schools, a move widely interpreted as aimed at the Muslim headscarf

— In Turkey where 99 per cent of the population is Muslim, all forms of Muslim headscarf have been banned in universities for decades under the secular government. In June 2008 the country's Consitutional Court overruled government attempts to lift the ban, prompting protests

— In Britain guidelines say that the full Islamic veil should not be worn in courts, but the final decision is up to judges. Schools may forge their own dress codes and in 2006, courts upheld the suspension of Aishah Azmi, a Muslim teaching assistant who refused to remove her veil in class

— German states have the option of choosing to ban teachers and other government employees from wearing Muslim headscarves; four have done so

—The Italian parliament in July 2005 approved anti-terrorist laws that make hiding one's features from the public — including through wearing the burla — an offence

— Tunisia, a Muslim country, has banned Islamic headscarves in public places since 1981. In 2006 authorities began a campaign against the headscarves and began strictly enforcing the ban

— The Dutch Government said in 2007 that it was drawing up legislation to ban burkas, but it was defeated in elections in November and the new centrist coalition said it had no plans to implement a ban

Source: Times database

The Plight of the Rohingya: Ethnic Muslim Minority Group Faces Persecution

On Jan. 28^th a ravaged group of Rohingya refugees adrift at sea were rescued by Indonesian fishermen, after a tumultuous and harrowing voyage from their persecuted homeland of Myanmar led them to Thailand, where military officials further persecuted the boat people and left the forsaken boat far into the Indian Ocean. The Rohingya people, a small ethnic Muslim minority group from the former Arakan State in north western Burma, have been subjected to continuous human right violations under the Myanmar military government since 1978, according to Amnesty International. And consequentially has caused hundreds of thousands to flee to neighboring countries of Bangladesh, India, and Malaysia as well as countless other countries in the region.

Al-Jazeera reported that the group of 585 Rohingya in five boats took off to sea in search of work to support their families, only to be intercepted a few days later by the Myanmar Navy. The Myanmar soldiers boarded their boat and beat them, and ordered them never to come back, furnishing them with provisions and fuel.

Twelve days later they were found off the Surin Islands near the Thailand Andaman coast. There they are reported to have been taken inland by the Thai army where they received severe beatings, and as one refugee, Noor Muhammad accounts "they were lined up and stripped down to the waist. And one by one pummeled and taunted, with some officers scoffing at them for being Muslim and threatening to burn their traditional beards."

The few that were released were towed out to sea for a day and a night and left engineless, a common proceeding with migrants. A naval officer with the Thai Navy told Al-Jazeera reporters "We have to take the engines off the boats or they will come back. The wind will carry them to India or somewhere." Of the 192 left at sea, a group of them including Noor Muhammad, were found by an Indonesian Fisherman and were brought to Indonesia for treatment. They now face possible deportation back to Myanmar but they plead to rather be killed then sent back.

In Thailand, another 66 Rohingya face criminal charges for illegally entering Thailand. The Thai government contends that the migrants don't qualify as refugee status because they fled for economic reasons. However according to the Associated Press, Human right agencies and the US government have long asserted that the Rohingya People face "gross discrimination and are denied citizenship in their homeland of Myanmar because they are Muslims."

Kitty McKinsey, a U.N. High Commissions for Refugees, or UNHCR spokeswoman said "UNHCR is opposed to anyone being forcibly returned to Myanmar" given its human rights record. The UNHCR is currently investigating the situation and is calling for access to the detained Rohingya people.

Flobots- There's A War Going On For Your Mind

There's a war going on for your mind
Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks
Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads
Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel
Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers
Now it's raining pornography
Lovers take shelter
Post-production debutantes pursue you in Nascar chariots
They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies

There's a war going on for your mind
Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads
They flash logos and blast ghettos
Their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'"
Conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings

There is a war going on for your mind
Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them
The desert sky is their bluescreen
They superimpose explosions
They shout at you
"pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain
Nor the craters beneath the draped flags
Those hoods are there for your protection
And meteors these days are the size of corpses

There's a war going on for your mind
We are the insurgents

The Prayer- Kid Cudi

My heart thump not from being nervous
Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose
So all the while 'til I'm gone make my words important so
If I slip away, if I die today the last thing you remember won't
Be about some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur
Baby how I dream of being free since my birth
Cursed but the demons I confronted would disperse
Have you ever heard of some shit so real
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel

And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take
'Cuz I'm ready for a funeral

My mind runs I can never catch it even if I got a head start
God please tell me I am feeling so alone way
I don't need to worry 'cuz I know the world'll feel this nigga
Blessing in disguise but I am not hiding who I am open your eyes bro
If I ever met you, I appreciate the love yo
Girls that I dated, it's ok I am not mad yo
Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho, this shit is so I'll
Play it back from the top if you recognize real

And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
'Cuz I'm ready for a funeral
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take
So please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you
And if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul take
'Cuz I'm ready for a funeral (I'm ready for the funeral, I'm ready for the funeral)

A Refugee Camp in the Heart of the City

Across the world today there are 42 million refugees and IDPs uprooted by war, famine and natural disasters; a nearly incomprehensible number, 42 million individuals with individual yet eerily analogous life stories, hopes and shattered dreams, displaced and forced to live without a home, without family, a stranger in foreign lands away from all that they once knew. Fleeing with nothing but hope in the humanity of others and their faith in a higher power. Doctors without Borders or also known as Medecins Sans Frontieres (MSF) are at the fore front of providing aid to these millions, through medical care, food and shelter and information to the needy and helpless. Doctors Without Borders is an “international independent medical humanitarian organization that delivers emergency aid to people affected by armed conflicts, epidemics, malnutrition, natural disasters and exclusion from health care in more than 60 countries” across the world. On any one day 27,000 individuals ranging from doctors, nurses, logistics experts, administrators, epidemiologists, laboratory techs, mental health professionals and others can be found upholding the humanitarian principles of medical ethics and impartiality, by providing quality healthcare to people regardless of race, religion, or political affiliation.

October 31st to November 1st 2009, Doctors Without Borders touring exhibit, “A refugee camp in the heart of the city” came to Santa Monica, next to the Pier. The exhibit featured a surreal tour of a makeshift refugee camp. It highlighted various aspects of a refugee camp including different forms of shelters, food stores, medical tents, and other stations commonly found and needed in these camps. The tour was given by former and current MFS volunteers, who intertwined their own real experiences working abroad with the gripping visuals portrayed to the audience on the walkthrough. The tour featured several stations where participants learned of various aspects of life as a refugee. Each station was introduced in the form of a question for in the point of view of the refugee, “Where will I live? Where will I find Water? Where will I go to the bathroom? What if I get sick?” and “How long will I be here?” And at each station the tour guide addressed the various problems, and how refugees cope with them, and MSF’s involvement. The exhibit a huge success also included lectures at local campuses. The exhibit from here moves to Northern California.

MSF’s work abroad and in a more generalized sense the safeguarding of the world’s poor and suffering, as cliché as it sounds, holds a special place in my heart. In the future I hope to see myself working for an organization like Doctors without Borders and going abroad and volunteering my time and skills as a medical professional. I find myself especially drawn to this cause because the majority of refugees share the same beliefs and ideals as me, and were persecuted on that basis. The majority of refugees come from Muslim backgrounds, from the deserts of Somalia to the peaks of Albania. Refugees from Palestine number 4.6 million, Afghanistan 3.1 million, and Iraq’s 2.3 million.

“Humanitarian action is based on the conviction that ordinary people caught in conflict and crisis, whoever and whoever they be, deserve to be spared from the excesses of violence and to receive lifesaving assistance that is impartial, neutral and free from political or religious agendas.” This statement encompasses my beliefs and my desire to be the keeper of my brothers and sisters abroad, to be among the guardians of humanity, the abettor to those who have lost everything. It will be a long difficult journey, but I am determined to use medicine as an instrument abroad to bring peace to lands torn apart by discrimination and animosity.

Dr. Hassan Hathout dies at 84; Islamic leader fostered interfaith relations

Dr. Hassan Hathout, a physician, medical ethicist and leader of the Southern California Islamic community who was at the forefront of efforts to demystify American Muslims and build interfaith bonds, has died. He was 84.

Hathout died of natural causes Saturday at his Pasadena home, said a spokeswoman for the Los Angeles-based Muslim Public Affairs Council, of which he was a prominent member.

He was also a leader of the Islamic Center of Southern California, where he coordinated outreach efforts for two decades. A well-regarded scholar, he wrote several books, including "Reading the Muslim Mind."

"He was one of our giants in the history of Islam in America," who urged Muslims to be "organically integrated in American society and not act as visitors" in it, Salam al Marayati, executive director of the Muslim Public Affairs Council, said Sunday.

In 1998 Hathout delivered a sermon at the first White House celebration of Eid al-Fitr, the day marking the end of the Muslim holy month Ramadan. Along with Rabbi Leonard Beerman of Bel-Air's Leo Baeck Temple and the Rev. George Regas of All Saints Episcopal Church in Pasadena, Hathout also helped organize the Interfaith Center to Reverse the Arms Race, one of the first major inter-religious efforts in Los Angeles.

"As a physician he was so committed to life, he wanted to stand against anything that was going to obliterate life. He did that as a deeply religious person," Regas said Sunday.

Hathout was born in Cairo on Dec. 23, 1924. The son of a schoolteacher, he was educated at the University of Edinburgh where he earned degrees from the Royal College of Surgeons and the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists. He also had a doctorate of philosophy in reproductive genetics.

He taught obstetrics and gynecology in Kuwait, where he lived for 26 years before immigrating to the United States in the late 1980s.

He quickly became involved in interfaith work in Los Angeles. With Beerman and Regas, he organized weekly prayer services for Muslims, Christians and Jews during the Persian Gulf War in 1991. The first service at All Saints in Pasadena drew more than 1,500 worshipers.

"We've lived together for centuries with mutual reserve and hatred," he told the Daily News in 1991. "One of the positive things of the whole gulf crisis is that the three communities came together and discovered each other's faith and scriptures are so similar."

After 9/11, Hathout stepped up his efforts at bridge-building and called on Muslims to tone down anti-American rhetoric. He also spoke at Open Mosque Day, a program launched in 2002 in which more than two dozen mosques in Southern California invited non-Muslims to join in Islamic prayers, food and literature.

At one such event a few years ago, he told visitors that instead of classifying humanity by religion, he sought to view people in more basic terms: "those with a loving heart and those with a hating heart."

"He had a wonderful heart," said Dr. Omar Alfi, a physician and former chairman of the Islamic Center of Southern California, who knew Hathout for 60 years. "His main point was that religion is love . . . that humans are either loving or hating people irrespective of their religion.

"That was always a very important point for him."

Hathout is survived by his wife of 56 years, Salonas; a daughter, Eba; a brother, Maher; and two grandchildren.

Burial will take place at 3 p.m. today) at Rose Hills Memorial Park, 3888 Workman Mill Road, Whittier 90601. Visitation with the family is scheduled from 7 to 9 p.m. at the Islamic Center of Southern California, 434 S. Vermont Ave., Los Angeles 90020.

Elaine Woo
LA Times
elaine.woo@latimes.com

Inna lilah wa inna ilahi raji'un.
(From Allah we all come and to Him we return.)

A Trip Down Skid Row

Today some friends and I took the leftovers dinner bags from last night's CAIR Manzanar trip to Skid Row on San Julian St. in Downtown LA. I was nervous and anxious on our way there. I wasn't sure what to expect. I had heard much about this area of downtown. Never have I seen so much loss and agony in one place. Going up and down the street, there were countless men and women walking about aimlessly, sleeping on the sidwalk or lounging. Looking into the faces of the people I saw the pain and loss as well as the dilapitated compliant conditions around them.

Homelessness is a complicated issue. Many of these homeless people could just be down on their luck, mentally ill, veterans to a country that has forsaken them, some could be criminals and fugitives, others may not even be homeless! But nonetheless the state of these people and the condition in which they continue to persist and endure through should not and cannnot be ignored. It is a matter of humanity. To help the poor and defend the weak. Yet despite these grounded idealouges I found myself skwirmming at the sight. I am ashamed to find in myself the feelings of fear, a fear of this strange new world so distant from my conception of home, a fear of saftey, a fear of losing some insignificant material possession. It was a surreal experience. I had always heard of people going to places like this and saying they couldn't believe they were still in America, however you can never truely know what that means unless you go for youself and see it with your own eyes! It hits home taking over your greatest securities of saftey and the idea of the perfect American Dream.

We drove through the street once, surveying a good place to drop the food off. The street itself was only the beginning, all around the block, there were people minding their own business, just a block away from the polic station. After the first drive through we came around again and stopped at a Volunteer Center. There we dropped the 22 sandwich bags containing a turkey sandwich, chips, apple and cookies in a courtyard of more than 50 people. As soon as we dropped it, people swarmmed around the food, taking a bag and devearouing it.

Although we surely did not contribute to ending poverty in America, this experience has brought to surface feelings of my own ungratefullness and weakness. I pray to Allah(swt) to strengthen me as a person, to help me fear him alone and I seek his forgiveness and mercy, I ask Allah(swt) to alleviate the pains of poverty and to give guidance to those who have gone astray. I thank Allah(swt) for his bountiless blessings. As it says in the Qu'ran,

"He has completed His blessings upon you, in open and hidden ways" [31:20]

We can truley never be able to express ourselves in way that would do justice for the innumerable blessings we are each given. But we can say Alhumdullialah and be grateful when we have the opportunity to do so, especially for the greatest blessing of all, faith, something that many of the people of Skid Row have lost. I will definately be going again, if you'd like to join let me know.

Manzanar, Living in a Remebered Present

February 19th 1942, Executive Order 9066, signed by President Franklin Roosevelt, began the forced relocation of thousands of West Coast Japanese Americans to ten concentration camps spread out across the the western continental states. Fueled by war time hysteria and fear following the cowardly attack on Pearl Harbor by the Empire of Japan, Americans of Japanese ancestry were subjected to humiliating treatment and racist attitudes that brought into question their loyalty to America. As early as following the decimation of the American Pacific naval fleet, the FBI moved swiftly to solve the "Japanese Problem" by seizing and arresting "enemy" aliens. The newly created War Relocation Authority (WRA) was charged to create the camps that would eventually become the home of around 120,000 Japanese Americans, 2/3 of which were American born citizens. Of these camps, Manzanar once the prison to hundreds of families, has now been transformed into a site of remembrance, and a endearing reminder of American complancy in the face of injustice.

Located in the desolate and arid Ownes Valley, Manzanar was an enclosed one square-mile area of military style barracks, mess halls, and open fields, that housed over 10,000 people, under the survielence of eight permiemter guard towers. The Japanese were brought to the camps under the pretext that they were going for their own protection, however came to find the guard towers and armed soilders enclosing them behind barbed wires. They had become prisioners, guilty for the crime of being Japanese. What followed for many was three years of an isolated exisitence, void of freedom, lost in confusion and dispair, what followed was three years of unjust imprisonment.

On April 25th, Japanese Americans, Muslims and many other people made an annual pilgirimage to commorate this blotch in American History and to ensure "never again". The experience of the Japanese Americans offers invaluable wisdom to Muslim Americans living in a post 9/11 America, that are faced, as the Japanese did, with a constant unjust scrutinty and harrasment by the Government and general public. Talking with former camp attendees, a constant phrase surfaced, "fighting injustice". These powerful two words, resonate on so many levels and they remind me of a commonly quoted saying of the prophet:

Whosoever sees an evil deed, let him change it with his hand; if he is unable to do so, then with his tounge; if he is unable to do so then with his heart, and that is the weakest of faith. (Muslim)

Having the opportunity to sit down and talk to former internees and learning their stories firsthand was remarkable in and byself. They discussed their own complancent nature at the time, and the post-camp experiences that finally led them to open up to younger generations. They talked about the humiliating expeirneces of encampent in retrospect and the degrading treatment. We also discussed the contemporary issues, Muslims find themselves in today, and idnetified parallel stories.

If we, as Muslims, as activists are to be the catalyst for social bettermant as mandated by the Qu'ran, it is critical that we learn and gain from the past expeirnces of others, and interanlize these struggles in our own, and to work in solidarity with other communities to find justice for the wrongs commited and being commited. In doing so we are taking a proactive approach and emboding the above mentioned hadith. Let us not be complacent with the injustices of today, let us ignore no more the parallel stories of the Japanese Americans and Muslim Americans and gain from what they can offer. Let us speak out against Abu Gharib, Guantanomo Bay, and the secret torture prisons around the world. Let us no longer see it acceptable to allow the FBI to infringe on our civil liberites in overt tactics.

Manzanar was an eye-opening experience that proves to be a reminder to continue to work against the injustices of our day, and find meaning in the past. There is so much to gain from going
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Fort Minor- Kenji

Going to Manzanar this weekend. Reminded me of this song.

Flobots- Stand Up

Stand Up
Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up We shall not be moved
Except by a woman dying from a loss of food
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

We still don't understand thunder and lightning
Flash back to when we didn't fund the dam
Didn't fund the dam levee? No wonder man
Now our whole damn city's torn asunder man
Under water but we still don't understand
We see hurricane spills overrun the land
Through gaps you couldn't fill with a 100 tons of sand
No we still don't understand
We've seen planes in the windows of buildings crumbled in
We've seen flames send the chills through London
And we've sent planes to kill them and some of them were children
But still we crumbling the building
Underfunded but we still don't understand
Under God but we kill like the son of Sam
But if you feel like I feel like about the son of man
We will overcome

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up We shall not be moved
Except by a woman dying from a loss of food
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
Except by a woman dying from a loss of food
Except by a freedom fighter bleeding on a cross for you
We shall not be moved
Except by a system thats rotten through
Neglecting the victims and ordering the cops to shoot
High treason now we need to prosecute

[ Flobots Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
So Stand up
We shall not be moved
And we won't fight a war for fossil fuel
Its times like this that you want to plot a coup
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Unless were taking a route we have not pursued
So if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up

Now shake, shake
A Polaroid dream
nightmare negatives develop on the screen
We sit back and wait for the government team
Criticize they but who the fuck are we
The people want peace but the leaders want war
Our neighbors don't speak, peek through the front door
House representatives preach "stay the course"
Time for a leap of faith
Once More

Put your hands up high if you haven't abandoned
Hope that the pen strokes stronger than the cannon
Balls to the wall, Nose to the grindstone
My interrogation techniques leave your mind blown
So Place your bets lets speak to the enemy
Don't let em pretend that we seek blood
And who's we anyways Kemo Sabe?
Mighty warlord wanna-be street thug
a threat for a threat leaves the whole world terrified
blow for blow never settles the score
word for word is time need clarify
We the people did not want war

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Unless were taking a route we have not pursued
So if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up

Back on the Forbes List

No. 15 Mr. Monopoly

Michael Noer, 12.18.08, 06:00 PM EST

Board game real estate mogul boasts a net worth of $800 million on this year's list of fiction's richest.

Courtesy of Hasbro

Net Worth: $800 million
Source: Real Estate
Age: 71
Marital Status: Single
Hometown: Atlantic City, N.J.
Education: University of Pennsylvania, B.A.

Atlantic City real estate speculator also known as Rich Uncle Pennybags lost everything in 2007 subprime crash; did not pass go; was sent directly to jail. Then in a stunning display of Chance, Monopoly's Christmas fund matured, he got out of jail for free and advanced to the nearest railroad. Assisted by a generous dollop of federal bailout funds from the Community Chest, Monopoly began snapping up distressed properties; now owns luxury houses, hotels on Park Place, Pennsylvania Ave. Rumored to control all of Atlantic City's railroads.

Featured in: Parker Brothers' Monopoly game

--Michael Noer

Check out the rest of them at:

http://www.forbes.com/2008/12/18/fictional-15-richest-characters-oped-fictional1508_cx_mn_de_1218fict15_land.html

An Inconvenient Truth

The Pavlov Altoid Theory

In neuroscience class, we learned about conditional learning. The experiment described in class was a tone followed by a puff of air given to the eye of a rabbit. After sometime the rabbit was able to clsoe its eye in anticipation of the puff of air at the signal of the tone. This reminded me of a prank done by Jim (played by John Krasinkni) on Dwight (Rainn Wilson) on the show The Office. I need to try this out on someone!

Veteran's Day

This week, as a nation we honor our Veterans of the past and present, and remember the sacrifices made by soldiers and families across the States. Veterans Day has been celebrated for ninety years now as a Federal holiday with banks, schools, and government offices taking the day off in remembrance. Last Friday, it was observed here in our own backyard, at UCLA with ceremonies including a thunderous F-16 flyover and patriotic performances. However is a single day filled with gallantry parades, ornate ceremonies and decorous soldiers enough appreciation and activism to honor a disenfranchised group of American Heroes.

The majority soldiers of today are recruited from within poor minority communities, with promises of valor, glory and financial stability, much like the heavy Chicano drafting done during the Vietnam War with promises of citizenship. Often time’s soldiers are deployed for well beyond their initial agreements or have consecutive tours of duties. No matter how you feel about the wars, across America hundreds upon hundreds of G.I.s are coming home from Iraq or Afghanistan and many of them are unable to acquire the medical treatment necessary for physical and physiological rehabilitation including the all too common post-traumatic stress disorder.

On this day of remembrance, let us not only honor our veterans with ceremonies and parades, but also lay the foundations of compassion and empathy In building of new and improving old specialized veteran clinics and hospitals, creating an organized infrastructure and ridding of the excessive bureaucracies. It is only then that we truly honor their sacrifices and let our actions speak louder than our words of a single day.

Talib al Habib - Light of Dawn

I wake with the light of the dawn whispering
With joy in my heart and with praise on my lips
In stillness and twilight I stand before you
Bowing, prostrating I call Allahu

My eyes see your beauty in the dawn's golden hues
My ears hear the thunder as it glorifies you
The rhythm of my heart beats the sound of your name
My breaths rise and fall with the tide of your praise

My soul knew and loved you before I was born
And without your mercy is lost and forlorn
Wherever I may wander down the pathways of life
My cry to you, oh my Lord, is 'guide me to light'

Through all fear and helplessness, to you do I turn
For your breath of healing and peace do I yearn
For all that I have, my Lord, all that I am
Is from You, is for You and to You will return

Obama's Acceptance Speech

Excerpts from Obama:

Hello, Chicago.

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference.

It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.

We are, and always will be, the United States of America.

It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.

A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Sen. McCain.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.

It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.

It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth.

This is your victory.

You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime -- two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.

Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.

There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education.

There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.

I promise you, we as a people will get there.

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem.

But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years -- block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.

This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.

It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.

Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.

In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.

Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.

As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.

To those -- to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.

That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves -- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.

This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.

Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America

Source: CNN

My Powell Alarm Rant

The other night I was sitting in Powell Library, studying (cramming) for my next early morning Organic Chemistry Lab. At a certain point at night the library turns into night Powell, where only a part of the library is left open for the studious/crammers. NOTE: You Must Be a Student with A Valid ID, or you risk being TASERED at night. Well the UCLA community officers come around at this point in time to check IDs and lock the doors. Well this "officer" decided to demonstrate the alarm door to the new recruits. So he decided to trip the door in a hall of studying students. The noise that followed was a consistent and abnoxious:

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

What made it all the worse is that I was at the table closest to the door. The community officeres walked off nonchalantly off to protect the world (library) from hobos crashing the nigth at the library. The alarm stoped only when a lady janitor came and used her key on the door, to the releif of many students.

I can't belive how some people have so little regard for other people, and yet how others have so much capacity to do good even in the face of such arogance.

My Rhodes Inspiration

I came across the Rhodes Scholarship today. It's an amazing scholarship that provides the 32 US recipients a chance to study any post-undergrad discipline they choose at Oxford, all expenses paid for. The scholarship judges applicants at four standards:

-literary and scholastic attainments
-energy to use one's talents to the full, as exemplified by fondness for and success in sports
-truth, courage, devotion to duty, sympathy for and protection of the weak, kindliness, unselfishness and fellowship
-moral force of character and instincts to lead, and to take an interest in one's fellow beings

With former Rhodes Scholars going on to become powerhouses in their respective fields the Rhodes Scholarship bar is set high. This is all to apparent looking at the 2008 batch. Among them Isra Bhatty, a Muslim Pakistani American is an all-star. Having completed her first year at Yale Law she will be going to Oxford for a year. She also knows six languages and has worked as an interpreter at Gitmo, to say the least of her achievements.

Although it is probably to late for me to be a Rhodes Scholar, it definitely encourages me to excel in academics and community service.

Moments in Venice

Photos taken all Over Venice, Ca by Keith Baggett