Today, the revolution was born. It didn't come in the form of an armed revolt or in a guerilla street combat style battle, no- it came in the form of dodgeball, the most powerful weapon of the guards. It was time for Humanities to show up AP Psychology on the field like the souljahs they are. Humanities represented the guards, also known as the middle class in Howard Zinn's well known book The People's History of the United States. Zinn predicted a revolt of the guards - no longer shall the guards stand idly by, blindly accepting the monotony of everyday life and the explotation of their very being. And so, the Humanities team dressed themselves in the color red, for red is the color of Psychology students' blood running through the streets of Wellesley. It is the color of anarchy, of revolution, of the autonomy and liberation. Their home-made uniforms read "the guards- the power of the middle class" with painted tattoos on their forearms that read: class war, which are now sunburned into their skin, only proving/reinforcing their dedication to the uprisal. The sun was fierce, beating on the backs of the guards' neck, but no interference no matter how great could stop this domination, this movement. Humanities members were met with double the amount of Psych students, all athletes - disorganized and aloof. It was time to prove the athletic capabilities of all art students around the world. The power of the paint brush. Intimidation tactics started early as the guards began with laps around the field, organized stretching, and a circle formation with a break on the word: "revolution!". The Psychology students, being inferior chose the chant "level one". Ironically, their status as AP students did not display any level of higher intelligence as they simply could not pick up on any references to important books by Zinn, Shlessinger, and McIntosh. On the other hand, Humanities students were well versed in Psych terminology. The guards were equipped with not only the power of the middle class, but also the power of psychology or psychops. The game itself was broken down into three parts. Part one consisted of the Psych students also referred to as the bourgeois or the establishment, hogging balls- exploiting team mates and leaving fallen comrades imprisoned with no attempts made to free them. It appeared as though the Psych students were accurately reflecting their position in society, as greedy corporate bastards. Interestingly enough, the men dominated the game on the team Psych, while the women stepped up in Humanities, proving the fierce intimidation of women dodgeball athletes. Let it be known, there is nothing cute about revolutionary dodgeball women. Part Two was pure Humanities domination. With half as many players, Humanities managed to take out all put two Psych students, it was truly a sight to behold. Comrades in jail took it upon themselves to throw as many balls to hard working guards as possible. There were some beautiful catches, but above all touching team work. Jail solidarity was also impressive. Comrades recited the five pillars of Islam, the paradox on immigration, the theory of the guards, the ten points of the black panther party, and other educational information to distract the ignorant artistocrats. Their cerebrel cortex's were not functioning and their myelin sheaths we're having difficulty speeding up transmission. Part Three the Bourgeois tried their best to dominate, but no guard so much as thought of surrendering. It was a fight to the finish. The guards were not defeated (as if that were somehow possible). Simply put, the guards owned the establishment - the way it was written in Zinn's closing chapter. As proven by the self fullfilling prophecy, the guards were confident from start to finish that the revolution would end with the power in the hands of the people. Emotions were running high as the reality that post-revolution has arrived and liberation and reform has officially begun. Break the chains of oppression through dodgeball. Each one teach one. Don't be a snitch and remember to always throw a fallen comrade a ball when in the end zone, also known as the prison industrial complex.

The revolution came, where were you when shit went down?

The scoreboard

radical elitism (the guards): 1

oppressive bourgeois/artistocrats (the establishment): 0

(Conclusion: Isa rocked the house at dodgeball/spirit for her team. I came up with a motivating, elitist title "the guards" that proved to be the write formula for victory. My sunburn reads class war on my forearms, and that's just about as hardcore as it comes. Art students/activists play hard - don't be decieved by our politics. BEOTCH!)

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here is a more in-depth but still general description of my "spring break"

first stop: Middletown, CT (friday am)

reason: Wesfest

highlights: Drive with peter, listening to good music in the car, the ridiculously perfect weather, meeting new/exciting people, feeling like I made the right decision, learning that Wesleyan is indeed a very ecclectic place, meeting professors that have affairs with the German language, wandering/exploring the campus, casual and frequent nudity, the lesbian-esque cabaret haha, the bbq but mainly mamoun's falafel and the ice cream we ate afterwards, chillaxin on foss hill, the improv troupe gag reflex, the mathematicians (!!!), the fact there is an "ecclectic" house, the fashion show, the hip-hop being played at 200 church st., lounge sleep over party, chalking.

negative aspects: Waking up at 7 while everyone else slept the following saturday morning, leaving, not meeting some people I anticipated meeting, not meeting as many students of color as I thought

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second stop: Hyde park Chicago, IL (saturday pm- saturday am)

reason: Visting Niki and Julia at their respective institutions of higher learning, namely u chicago and art institute

highlights: Eating delicious mexican food in pilsen and feeling like I was in mexico, getting to know niki's suitemates, drinking "virgin" pina coladas, going to the "beach", reuniting with mike from elementary school, being exfoliated by the sand and the wind, laughing at the latino cultural show, meeting niki's amazingly hot capoeria instructor Joshua, going to roda's a lot, relaxing, reading more of my vaneigem book, having a sleep over party- actually two sleep over parties, with julia in her apt., meeting her friends, drinking tea at local tea lounges, wandering the city with adam aka going to borders and listening to william hung's atrocious cd, reading articles on how usher once smoked pot (devious!!), spending $20 on vegan cheesecake at the chicago diner, going to the south side for a kweli show, late night fruit stolen from the study break parties, grocery shopping at whole foods with julia, drinking vanilla chai lattes, cooking annie chung's pasta, discovering the emcee "immortal technique", alphabetizing the hip hop section at borders without realizing it, being introduced to a new city.

negative aspects: putting my cta card in the dollar bill slot instead of the cta slot, filling out a cta complaint form, going to merchandise mart to talk about getting a refund, talking on the phone with the public transportation people who are apparently experts in the area of incompetence, the opening acts at the kweli show, being home at 11:45 from a hip hop show, the ocassional down time where I wandered around, the wind, the tight security at both schools, leaving.

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third stop: Washington, DC (saturday pm - monday am)

reason: March for women's lives

highlights: well first off, we went through mass. ct. new york. new jersey. delewae. maryland. AND dc. because we road tripped it anyway back to the highlights, being with rachel/adam/isaac for 10 hours in a car, listening to quality cds on rotation, rockin out to andrew wk and learning all the lyrics within seconds, being deathly tired/drifting btw various planes of conscienceness, stopping at truck stops, playing games like truth or...truth, sleeping, eating bagels, discovering the beauty of sun dried tomato cream cheese, sleeping over in baltimore, getting a discount at kinkos, using the thunder sticks in suggestive ways, riding the metro, hearing adams comments on christians, seeing the immense support for women's rights, the generational range in the rally's demographics, meeting antifa people, marching itself, feeling successful at handing out flyers, feeling re-energized, the food not bombs fruit and pancakes, dancing, running into carinne from mobe at a rest stop, ordering a s'barro pizza with tons of vegetables.

negative aspects: being in various forms of transportation for 24+ hours, feeling and looking like death, the weird weather, the disorganization at times, the masses inability to direct themselves in a way that makes logical sense, some of the radical cheerleaders' cheers, the lack of energy from myself, the tight time schedule, the traffic coming home, the rain towards the end, walking 100 miles or what felt like it, seeing little girls dressed in black veils receiting catholic prayers while rubbing rosaries, getting lectured by preachers, undercover cops, the cops mufflers, being pulled over on the highway, waking up at 6:30 to drive and take the metro, having to pee, the dc's stupid no trashcan policy, leaving and coming home.

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Alas, now I am back in school- and I wish more than anything to be on the road traveling, especially to Latin America. In my ideal world I would in the Dominican Republic at a discotecca or hanging out under a tree eating a mango and listening to bachata while playing a game of dominos with julio and tercita. I have two AP's coming up and my self-paper, this is not cool. I also have to find a job and a prom dress this weekend. On a positive note, I have 16 days left of high school. ha!

If you have some extra cash lying around and you feel like giving it away, feel free to support the isa-needs-to-visit-her-host-family-in-the-dr-this-summer fund. It's a good cause, you won't regret it.

And if you feel like it go to printroom.com and look under the album user: isagurl to see some pictures of DC, unfortunatley I didn't take any in CT or IL.

I just came back from seeing this movie, and I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed it. The movie made me reflect on the role of a nation in one's life. I feel like nationalism is something I have no connection to. In fact, nationalism is a concept I've always opposed in my politics, so it was strange to see a movie and feel that communism or the idea of it served a central purpose in the mother's life. Except it wasn't actually communism it was more the mother's utopia which she convinced coincided with communist Germany. I feel like it's easy to super impose/ project your hopes for people or government. We all want to believe in something. I haven't seen a quality movie at the theater's in forever so I almost didn't know how to react to enjoying a movie...plus the previews for movies looked really interesting. There were two movies in portuguese about Brasil and one about Haiti, so obviously I am psyched for those to come out. Also- the re-release of the monty python classic "the life of brian" is a perfect response to the hysteria over the passion of the christ. I'm secretly loving the timing...Anyway- as we came out of the movie, Andrews friends bumrushed him and took him away from us and made some nonesense up about the fall of the Cuban gov't (get the parallel- the fall of the berlin wall/the fall of Cuba?) I suppose they could get some points for wittiness, but it was also straight up confusing/whack as I like to say. And now for some random thoughts...

I'm going to lose everyone now as I always do when I go off on political/philosophical rants. I am reading The Revolution of Everyday Life again by Raoul Vanegiem and it is making me think crazy thoughts. I have never been able to articulate what I feel the role of violence is or should be in revolution or just radical politics/activism and this book just poses even more questions about it. While I Vaneigem doesn't overtly support violent tactics, he certainly suggests that adopting them to fight a violent force is necesarry and that liberal tactics are ineffective and counter productive, which I generally agree with. Although- the fact that most philosophers/politicans are male and men tend to relate to aggression more than the intuitive woman also must be taken into consideration. Violence has always seemed very foreign/abstract to me because I simply do not comprehend it's overall benefits. However, when someone like Vaneigem defends its use in terms of a successful revolution I am briefly convinced of it's power. Also- when examining the history of the Zapatistas, it is clear that arming oneself is a necesity when the only way to have a voice is when you are armed. Although that does reinforce the idea that it is in a way more honorable to be non violent in the face of oppressive forces..Moving on. This book also perfectly summarizes what I hate about the term "liberal" and just "liberalism" in general. People always feel the need to flaunt how liberal and progressive their politics are around me because of my reputation or whatever but it ends up being rather counter productive. I equate liberalism with a level of inefficency and a general emptiness. It is too vague, too lose of a term to be anything important or meaningful to me. Furthermore- the best part about the book is that he parallels everyday life to large scale revolution. What revolutionaries (or wanna be revoltionaries) over look is that all the hostilies and dynamics of people can be seen in simple glances or interactions in train/bus stations. What is truly subversive is slight changes in everyday actions. Except how horrible is this idea, that in this present day system genuine love (familial, romantic, platonic etc..) is not attainable. However, he kind of contradicts himself because he then talks about love as the only tool that is truly subversive, so it must exist in some form. Here are my two favorite quotes from the book about love:

"People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constaints - such people have a corpse in their mouth"

"Some of us have fallen in love with the pleasure of loving without reserve - passionatley enough to offer our love the magnificent bed of a revolution"

The end. Seriously.

So, other than my Dad being painfully annoying as of late and me wanting nothing more but to get out of my house...the new Dead Prez album was not as good as I had anticipated- but I'm still excited about it. They finally made an inset thats not just one page thick. In fact, there's a neat poster inside that outlines the RBG code which they recite in the beginning of every show- so I already put that up on my walls. On another note, I had wanted to broadcast my love for Chad from the Neptunes before, but I never got around to it. Chad, is under appreciated and likely the genius/powerhouse behind N.E.R.D and the Neptunes, so WATCH OUT. Here's Chad in all his brilliance:

It was actually difficult to find a picture of him the first place, which is telling, don't you think? Anyway, I have the worst case possible of senioritis. WHS is like a disease or growth that won't die. I keep getting assigned more and more work just when I thought I had reached the end. Sometimes I forget that I got into college. Which is always great. People hear about colleges within the next 2 days, and I'm getting nervous for my friends..is that just me...haha. Oh right and a highlight of today was getting a boy scouts of america neckerchief from the Kempinator. After seein Jon Stewart and having him talk about neckerchiefs I realized just how funny they were, and ever since then I've been laughing non stop about their very existence, so Andrew had the brilliant idea of giving me one as a gift. It's bright red and actually says BSA on the back, I wore all day in school and told Mr. Cluff it was a political statement on gender roles- and being the wonderful Cluff that he is, he laughed and was amused. Ally and I are going to his eagle scout ceremony where they are apparently introducing us as special guests. It's going to be really hard to not laugh hysterically. In fact, it will be impossible not to laugh - so that's what I'm expecting. Anyway, thats my update for now. More will be coming soon...

If you know anything about Isa, you know she has a deep love for Dead Prez.

Revolutionary But Gangsta Drops March 30th (Tomorrow)

Which means you all better cop it- or at least have me burn it for you...

Do you like my color scheme? Cause I think it's pretty clever

My new screen name is : xhalfandhalf - In other news, school continues to consume my life and I can't wait until 2/3 weeks when I have vacation. Finally, senior games begin this thursday with hat day - I'm gonna go out and try and buy a crazy hat with babs, Friday is porn day, so that'll probably be out of control...I don't think I'll be particpating in that, but you know I'll go all out with the hat business. I have to get through the next couple of weeks and then maybe I will begin to enjoy my senior year. Sunshine, please come my way- you make me forget about the work piling up in my room...How is everyone? I hope you're all doing well. I really do.

Today was CRAZY! Packing for NYC was way more stressful than I had anticipated it to be. I don't think I actually packed much at all either. I think the whole dancing and fluttering around the house with Niki was what made the whole process seem never ending. That and the nail painting, the numerous trials...and going to bookstores with people named andrew and drinking mocha freezes when it is absolutely beautiful out. Yeah, we picked up crime and punishment in SPANISH, and the cover made it look like a collection of x-mas carols because it was neon green and red, a strange choice of colors for such a profound book..not to mention there were hilarious illustrations on the inside of the cover. What was the most intriguing was that it only cost 11 dollars and it was hard cover, which makes me think I should get all my books in spanish if they are going to be so much cheaper. I just got off the phone with John "the catch" Connors, and it is always wonderful talkin to him, I feel like he's apart of the family at this point. The highlight was having him read some budget dali lama quotes from his calender that were clearly taken way out of context. One was something to the extent of: guns are weapons used for killing, they have no other purpose- they are not musical instrument. I laughed until my stomach hurt because it just seemed so...."wise"..and by "wise" I mean not at all, ok? did you get that subtlty? I also shared with John the Nakazawa world domination plan. See, the three Nakazawa sisters are gonna rule the world someday, I guess you could call it ambitious. You may be asking yourself, "but Isa, don't you believe in an anarchist way of life- no leaders, no hierarchy? How you can you rule the world if you don't even believe in the very principle of world domination?" A good, perceptive question, I must admit. Here's my answer, see- there won't be a hierarchy, there will just be an unspoken understanding that everyone does what we say- get it? It's pretty basic once you open yourself up to it. John completely understood, probably because I told him we'd hire him. Ginger just might have to be the official, unofficial ruler of the world. Who wouldn't want a fat orange cat to be their leader? I don't know many objectors. This entry probably reaffirms for many a people that I am completely out of my mind. Congratafreakinglations for figuring that out. I'm happy for you, I really am.

Anyway, I am probably already in NYC by the time anyone's reading this. I'll be there until Saturday. We have lots of plans- including goin to the nuyorican for some poetry slam. Its going to be off the hook, and you should all be there with me. Ok- I'm getting up in 5 hours, and I need my sleep. Have fun in school, suckahs.

My life has been thrown into chaos! The Amigos revolving door has finally subsided, but not after 3 of them stopped by Boston (I acknowledge how lucky that is) and got to experience the Isa outside of Domincan Republic. Lizzy, Julia, and Shawn all brought a piece of summer here to Boston, and I love them for it. I took them out to the city a lot, it involved lots of ice skating, salsa dancing in my basement, reminiscing about the good times, and speaking spanish. Yesterday I was able to eat up at a Cuban restaurant in JP which was wonderful- we all ordered in spanish and ate tostones and yuca, which I hate but fried is incredible, and batidos which were the best part of the meal I must say.

In more news- I got over the major assignments of senior year other than APs and the self paper. I expended too much energy on the pulp fiction paper so my heart of darkness one suffered, but at this point I am learning not to care. Lizzy said that I wear hypothetical glasses because I am that much of an academic nerd. Isn't that sweet. I am nearing the end of Reefer Madness, and as Fast Food Nation did, I no longer want to eat or support the strawberry business, nor do I want to eat any McDonalds or Burger King. Thank you mister schlosser for keeping me healthy as usual.

Jon Stewart was on Saturday and it was the highlight of my life so far. I went with the three boys which was fun, regardless of the worlds most uncomfortable balcony seats. I never noticed how poor the painting job is in the Orpheum, I think I should request my painting services. Another highlight was seeing Jesse Ventura speak at seminar day. Having assumed that he was an idiot before hearing him speak, I was quite impressed with his WWF inspired speech. Especially his sound bite on gay marriage "love trascends government" which clearly is something not many people understand. Speaking of gay marriage...the playboy article of 50 cent is quite humorous, you should check it out. After discussing his views on gays in African American I think I've exhausted the topic of whether or not mainstream artists are socially responsible for their influence on the public, but it is an interesting one. 50 may have nice arms, but he sure does like to exploit his gun shot wounds. Apparently, once you shoot more people it get's easier- thanks 50, I had no idea.

I shall conclude this entry with a reminder that Dead Prez's new album Revolutionary But Gangsta hits stores March 30th, and you should all get it. Ok?