Why an alarm clock that encourages you to give to charity might signal a wave of new micro-philanthropy apps.
Jam of the Day: One Sixteen, Trip Lee feat. KD & Andy Mineo
…jiggin for Jay-sus!
It’s great to see minorities becoming stars in entertainment, media, business, politics, and etc. and though those are valid ways to encourage positive changes for minority communities and the issues we care about, it would be amazing to see more minorities in the seats of power for philanthropy…. this program is an interesting start
Lord, Your Spirit reminds me that I am unfolding, changing, and discovering who I think I should be every day. What was once so clear is now myopic, yet it is the mystery of who you are that allows me to trust that you will do a good work with my days. Your unfathomable love sustains me in my…
Shaima Alawadi, a 32-year-old Iraqi woman living in Southern California, was taken off life support today, succumbing to injuries sustained in a brutal tire iron beating on Wednesday. Shaima was found in her living room, and according to her daughter Fatima and the police investigating, a note was found near her saying “Go back to your country, you terrorist.”
Shaima was a mother of five who has been in the US with her family since the mid-1990s. She was described by her friend Sura Alzaidy as “respectful modest muhajiba.” Her daughter tearfully addressed her mother’s attackers during a media interview, saying “You took my mother away from me. You took my best friend away from me. Why? Why did you do it?”
[Daily Mail; AFP]
[H/T: thatsassyarab]
A terrible incident that more people should know about. This happens in our country. This should not happen.
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too doggone fly!
“Kingston Avenue” collection dropping April 15th!
GET DEC’D
DEM PANTS
gimme
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If this works, I don’t know whether I’ll applaud them or shake my hea…either way… those Spanish girls are creative!
“you’re a masterpiece that all creation silently applauds
and you’re covered with the fingerprints of God”
-Steven Curtis Chapman, “Fingerprints of God”
pick-me-up song for whenever, wherever, and whoever….
yum yum yum I love Christian men…and he’s funny…ay!
oh also yay Jesus loves me!
http://thewellversed.com/2011/01/18/the-tens-10-more-dope-female-rappers-not-named-nicki-minaj-to-watch-in-2011/
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“What Jay-Z identifies in his quote above is one of the greatest afflictions of our education system: the aspiration gap. This is not a gap in test scores, but a gap in the belief about future potential. ”
Love Is by S.O.
I’m doing some much needed musical detoxing this month and trying to expand my “I luh you” Jesus collection. In my search, I found this gem… Chrisette Michele +British rappers + praisin’ Him= GOOD music
… remembering when my sister and I used to jump around the living room singing It’s Not Right But It’s Okay and Heartbreak Hotel trying to hit every note, twisting our neck and snapping our fingers at whatever imaginary man had dared to make a foooool of us. Or when the Rodger’s and Hammerstein version of Cinderella came on ABC and we flung our arms out shouting “Impossible things are happening everyday.” Or curling up on the couch or my momma’s bed and watching The Bodyguard, Waiting to Exhale, and The Preacher’s Wife… a special privilege in a household where my momma had forbidden every secular artist from our house, including Celine Dion, Gloria Estefan, and Toni Braxton (no surprise there -that Secrets album is not for kids). Honestly, if it wasn’t for Whitney, I don’t even know if I would know if my momma could dance… I think growing up I only saw her really get down to I Wanna Dance with Somebody…She was that one person that we could hear on the radio with whatever family member or friend, no matter what age or race, and you could turn it all the way up with no complaints…and before you know it y’all are both throwing in the words you know and shaking your head at amazing her voice was…Whitney Houston was my go-to for talent shows…although I know it always showed my extreme talent deficiency, you couldn’t miss my passion for singing when I was singing Whitney. I can’t forget the time I was singing I Will Always Love You in computer class and got everyone a detention because they were laughing so hard. I remember sophomore year having Celine Dion vs. Whitney Houston song battles with my roomie playing all her hits and putting that poor little French Vegas show girl to shame… And I remember hearing Million Dollar Bill on repeat like I had never hear Whitney Houston before… sad to see something so tied with memories of my family and friends go, but I appreciate the blessing of music she gave all the same..
but why does this still happen to me…every single time i call my house…every.single.time
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