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Winner of Skidoo's Favorite Granola Bar:

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Burma

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I've always had a heart for Burma. (Yes, it's Burma. Just because a slew of goons hijacks a country's name against the will of its people and calls it 'Myanmar,' doesn't make it 'Myanmar'). I've never been. I used to live in Southeast Asia as a small child, so maybe images from the media and movies like Beyond Rangoon touch my subconscious in a way.

I first heard of the democracy movement's primary leader, Aung San Suu Kyi, in the '90s, and she completely grabbed me. The beautiful academic is such a peaceful, steadfast leader, and that spoke deeply to me. Often the first thing she would do after being released from her many house arrests was to address the massive crowd waiting outside her home.


Not minutes after tasting freedom, in front of the very junta thugs who kept her prisoner, the Nobel laureate would raise her voice for democracy even louder than before, the very crime that incarcerated her to begin with. Her courage prompted me to buy then then-new book about her and Burma's struggle, The Voice of Hope. Amazing. My Aung San Suu Kyi fandom was sealed. If ever there was a people who badly want freedom, it is the Burmese.

The latest uprising last week was last week, was peaceful and primarily led by monks. I heard the news bits in the mainstream media that I expected to hear: People uprise, protest in the streets; military dictatorship using brutal means to put the kibash on matters, killing dozens in the process. Ect.

But I discovered this blog Friday by a young man who, apparently, is living in the thick of things. He was posting real-time updates on protests, body counts, stories from people caught in gunfire, the latest PR tricks the dictatorship was using through its state-run media ... even a photo of a student protester's brains on the sidewalk that had been beaten to death by military.


I happen to catch the blog on my mobile while waiting for a high school football game to start Saturday afternoon. There I was, in the sleepy, peaceful Texas town of Balch Springs, reading about a struggle that, by the grace of God, I've never known. The juxtaposition of the football field in front of me and the bloody streets on the other side of the globe, existing at the exact same time, struck me between the eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about this young man and his passionate pleas for global attention all day.

So please, take a read of his blog, especially those dated from last Thursday to this past weekend. Please educate yourself on the matter, and begin praying for people power in Burma.

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This has been "An Immature Moment with 23 Skidoo," presented by Tractor Supply Co. of Waxahachie, Texas

Greetings

Velcome to Skidoo.

Don't know anything about music? That's ok, neither do I.

But you can still play along on my job's new music blog. It's brand-spanking new and we're trying to fatten it up with posts before we officially put it out there. You'll be the first to sneak a peek! That makes you special!

• music.beloblog.com

BPS is going to take away my blog

I've been so absent here because I've been so consumed with the topic of there lately. Let's play catch-up:

• My boy Ty finally got the heck up out of The Dallas Morning News. A fine institution it is, but he was very ready to say (scream, actually) Adios. I'm very happy for him. He starts his new job as a PR guy for a non-profit in downtown. Some of us paper types plus a bit of his crew are going to celebrate at Slip Inn on Thursday night with some old school hip-hop. Hmmm ... you know when you're not fresh meat when the music from your school days can now be considered "old" anything. Whatever. Slip Inn's a good time, mayne.

• My friend Derek has a friend he calls "Stacy from England." She read my spy-cam post below and had Derek hook me up with the next best thing: a Hencam. Not quite sure a chickencam will help me see within myself but, hey, it's worth a try.

• I only get to see my man, Brian, on weekends now that the school he works at has started back up. BLAH! Miss you, baby.

• A co-worker Holly and I attended Inwood Theatre's Midnight Madness movie on Friday. The feature was none other than the CHEESIEST "film" ever cobbled together in the history of the art form, Flash Gordon. And I have to say, it was awesome! It's one of Holly's favorite tongue-in-cheek geek movies (she knew every line ... scary), and I knew I would like it from the premise alone: Flash Gordon and some chick get hurled into outer space and land on a planet whose ruler is going to destroy the earth with "hot hail." Unless, of course, Flash can save the day. I can't even begin to describe the "effects" in this movie. Serioulsy, rent it. Few films are this truly horrible that you'll have a great time laughing everytime you hear the words "hot hail."

Tons more has happened, but it's getting late. Next time, kiddies!