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dorothy-height.jpgUnbelievably, it was only recently that I became aware of the cornerstone of the civil rights movement in the country: the great Dorothy Height. It was when Lisa Jackson tweeted this on March 8:

Packed house 4 Women’s Day event @ White House. Lots of powerful women of all ages & I’m sitting nxt to Dr Dorothy Height!

I thought, who is this person that Lisa Jackson (a person I admire) greatly admires? And when I started reading about her, I could not believe I didn’t know about it her. I felt very embarrassed. I remedied the situation by immediately getting her autobiography out of the library.

I highly recommend this book for several reasons.

One is that Dr. Height wrote this when she was 91. It’s rare that you get to read a book where someone looks back over decades and decades of their long life with such clarity.

Another is that if you don’t read this book, you are missing out on a huge chunk of history of the many decades that led up to the civil rights movement of the 1960s, most of which Dr. Height was the primary catalyst for along with Mary McLeod Bethune. Indeed, the civil rights movement may have never happened if these women hadn’t been laying the groundwork thirty to forty years before.

Third, you will be amazed what one person can achieve in a lifetime, albeit a particularly long one.

Fourth, if this book doesn’t inspire you to make the most out of your life, nothing will.

Lastly, after you read this book, it will be blindingly clear that the only reason that Dorothy Height is not a well known name is because she is a woman. And that is a crying shame, and shows how far we have left to go in the advancement of women.

I do find it strange, though, that just after I finished reading this book, she passed away. Really an odd synchronicity.

The world today: giant earthquakes, volanic eruptions, and fireballs!

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Last weekend blew my mind. I don’t know if that phrase is au courant, but I don’t know how else to say it. I realize some of my vocabulary is very 1975. I also realize that if the word “cool” goes out of style, half of my vocabulary will be lost. (The other half is the word “fuck” as noted here).

But I digress… last weekend I attended Ladies Rock Camp, and in three very full days my life was transformed from a person who loves listening to rock music to a person who *plays* rock music. For me this is akin to stepping on the moon.

The women who volunteer at LRC are truly phenomenal. They took care of all my needs, including feeding me and being my roadie. They formed my band for me based on my preferences. They taught me the rudiments of using an amp and playing an electric guitar. And let me tell you, for those who have not done experienced this, playing electric only barely resembles acoustic. Yes, your left hand is doing the same things, but that’s where the similarities end. These are some realizations I had at Rock Camp:

Indeed within two days of attending LRC, I ran out and bought a Fender Squire so I could experience rock euphoria at will.

Well, except when I am at work. At my desk I dream about my beautiful guitar. I think my next song will address that.

And now, my favorite defunct band: