May 5 — Nashville, Tenn. @ Bridgestone Arena May 12 — Bristow, Va. @ Jiffy Lube Live May 13 — Hartford, Conn. @ Xfinity Theatre May 18 — Moline, Ill. @ iWireless Center June 1 — Cincinnati, Ohio @ Riverbend Music Center June 3 — St. Louis, Mo. @ Hollywood Casino Amphitheatre June 9 — Little Rock, Ark. @ Verizon Arena June 10 — Tulsa, Okla. @ BOK Center June 16-17 — Atlanta, Ga. @ Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre June 23 — Hershey, Pa. @ Hershey Park Stadium June 24 — Mansfield, Mass. @ Xfinity Center June 25 — Columbia, Mo. @ Merriweather Post Pavilion July 13 — Bethel, N.Y. @ Bethel Woods Center for the Arts July 15 — Cleveland, Ohio @ Progressive Field July 16 — Holmdel, N.J. @ PNC Bank Arts Center July 21 — Kansas City, Mo. @ Sprint Center Aug. 12 — Syracuse, N.Y. @ Lakeview Amphitheater Aug. 17 — Virginia Beach, Va. @ Veteran’s Arena Amphitheater Aug. 18 — Charlotte, N.C. @ PNC Music Pavilion Aug. 19 — Raleigh, N.C. @ Music Park at Walnut Creek Aug. 25 — Darien Lake, N.Y. @ Darien Lake Performing Arts Center Aug. 26 — Saratoga Springs, N.Y. @ Saratoga Performing Arts Center Aug. 27 — Jones Beach, N.Y. @ Nikon at Jones Beach Theater Sept. 6 — Scranton, Pa. @ Pavilion at Montage Mountain Sept. 8 — Philadelphia, Pa. @ Citizen’s Bank Park Sept. 9 — Pittsburgh, Pa. @ KeyBank Pavilion Sept. 15 — Indianapolis, Ind. @ Klipsch Music Center Sept. 16 — Chicago, Ill. @ Hollywood Casino Amphitheater Sept. 21 — Austin, Texas @ Austin360 Amphitheater Sept. 22 — Houston, Texas @ Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion Sept. 23 — Dallas, Texas @ Gexa Energy Pavilion Oct. 12 — Concord, Calif. @ Concord Pavilion Oct. 13 — Wheatland, Calif. @ Toyota Amphitheatre Oct. 14 — Mountain View, Calif. @ Shoreline Amphitheatre Oct. 19 — Albuquerque, N.M. @ Isleta Amphitheater Oct. 21 — Salt Lake City, Utah @ USANA Amphitheater Oct. 26 — Phoenix, Ariz. @ AK-Chin Pavilion Oct. 27 — San Diego, Calif. @ Sleep Train Amphitheatre Oct. 28 — San Bernadino, Calif. @ San Manuel Amphitheater
So I got all worked up for nothing yesterday, because the recruiter paid me back for the room today. We went to the visa agency and I filled out some papers and had to take a new picture without my ear jewelry in- I’ve never had a problem with it before and I’m wearing half-inch plugs in my passport photo (they’re 9/16″ now), but okay. I had strategically taken out all my facial piercings but the recruiter still had this blatant look of shock when she first saw me this morning so I’m kind of nervous about that (I put on a button down shirt but maybe the rest of the outfit was a little too rock’n’roll for 9:00 in the morning. But I’m already carrying enough crap and have no plans to buy khakis and a sweater vest until my bags have been officially laid down for the next few months). But the best thing, get this- they made me a fake business card. I’m officially a “consultant”. I had flashbacks to the first time I ever couchsurfed and my host told me his profession was “consulting… for people with tastes” (it was not the greatest first couchsurfing experience ever, so I’m glad I persevered). I asked the recruiter what kind of story I have to tell when I go through immigration and she said my boss will go over that with me when he picks me up tomorrow. And of course I’ll have to come back to Hong Kong every 60 days, but I can’t say I’m upset about that!
it doesn’t even surprise me that Mizzou professors seem completely apathetic to the terror black students are experiencing right now
i mean, we are the country that loves to talk about how noble it is that ruby bridges, the little rock 9, and others were willing to risk their lives integrating schools in the 1950s, without having substantive conversations about the nature of white supremacist violence being so pervasive that they had to be escorted by the national guard to even break those barriers to begin with
this country loves to glorify the risk and uphold the risk takers as the ideal everyone in that situation should strive for without ever talking about why the risk in there in the first place and who creates it time after time
just another way to avoid talking about white violence
Over the weekend, our country lost a figure of the Civil Rights Movement.
Ozell Sutton was one of the first African American men to serve in the
United States Marine Corps. For his service, he was awarded the
Congressional Gold Medal. In 1957, he took part in the integration of
Little Rock Central High School, where 9 black students were prevented
from entering the school by angry mobs and even the Arkansas State
Governor. Most notably, Sutton marched along side Dr. Martin Luther
King Jr. in 1963 - a march which would become the historic March on
Washington. He also marched in Selma, Alabama in 1965 and bared witness
to the assassination of Dr. King in 1968. He retired from public life in
2003 and passed away peacefully on Sunday at the age of 90. He was a
father and a husband, and was described by family as a “rare pearl.”
Please take a moment to remember Mr. Ozell Sutton, and thank him for
his service to our country, both militarily, and as an activist. He will
be missed, but history will not forget his name.
SunRae was a little 9 year old girl when she disappeared, having been sucked into a portal with her brother Bae. What happened though was unexpected…Bae went to the world without magic while Sunny went to the land of NeverLand.
The 9 year old never grew up, but learned to survive on her own. She remembered when her father would take her into the forest and show her what was poisonous and what was good to eat…she survived off berries mostly in Neverland.
There was many a risk of getting spotted by Peter and his gang of lost boys, but she stayed hidden from trouble, scared of getting hurt. She was never caught until Peter saw her one day, he chased her down but she hid in the cave she had been living in.
The little 9 year old had light brown hair -matted curly- from not having had it brushed in so long, she looked rather filthy, and very malnourished from lack of food, she was very small with large brown eyes, she wore a dress made of fur having watched her father and maids make clothes out of dead animal fur, how she made it was a long story…for another time.
Even though she had been on this land for many years, she was still a child and acted as such. Even now in this scary situation she found herself cowering in fear..
There was a man outside her little cave sitting on a log, he even made himself a fire…she hadn’t heard him since she had been asleep…she didn’t know what to do…stay quite or throw rocks at him..
Slowly the child that looked to small for her age grabbed a few rocks and walked out of her cave silently, throwing rocks at non other than Rumplestiltskin…her papa.