request for help

Reposted from Li-Bee's DeviantArt.

"I'm the Secretary of Power Soccer at IUPUI. Power Soccer is a competitive team sport for people with disabilities who use power wheelchairs. The game is played in a gymnasium on a regulation basketball court. Two teams of four players use powerchairs equipped with footguards to attack, defend, and spin-kick a 13-inch (330 mm) football in an attempt to score goals. (thank you Wikipedia)

Three of our members, Matt Griffin, Case Calvert and Micheal Archer are members of the Circle City Rollers and have competed in many tournaments including the America's Champions Cup in Atlanta, Georgia. They placed second in the Championship.

Here's some videos of them going up against Indiana Sudden Impact:

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We're very happy that these three talented people have made it into Team USA, who compete internationally. While there are no scheduled exhibition games, they will be doing the World Cup here in Indiana, or in France.

The thing is:

$27,500 = Cost per player to participate in all training camps and the 2011 World Cup Tournament

That's a lot of dough.

Now this is where you come in. I can't really do much to repay people. I'm just sending this out so that people from the goodness of their hearts will contribute to a worthy cause. Matt, Case and Micheal worked VERY hard to get where they're at, and I want to do all I can to help them succeed because what they do is so mind blowing. Click the Link below and then click on either Matthew Griffin, Case Calvert or Micheal Archer to donate.

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If you can't help money wise, you CAN help by posting a journal linking back to this one. Spread the word, every little bit of help counts!"

So I've reposted this so that you guys, the few of you who read my journal, can help these guys if you want to.

An Open Letter to Congressmen as Written by Joreth

the original can be found on Joreth's livejournal.

Dear Sirs,

I don't care if you, personally, don't approve of abortion. You will never be faced with having to make the choice to have one or not, nor will you ever face having your choices be limited because you don't have enough money to afford the privileged healthcare that you currently enjoy, and are forced to rely on government aid just to survive.

Your purpose as my elected official is to do what is best for your constituents, and as a representative of half of your constituents, what is best for us is to have old men like you back the fuck out of my ability to make decisions regarding my body. That ability should not be hampered by what we can afford, since most of us do not have the luxury of simply changing insurance plans to a completely privatized plan that can offer services without fear of the government pulling its assistance.

So quick dicking around with the abortion clause in the healthcare debates and stop cutting out women's healthcare options because you have a personal, misogynistic, old tome written by Bronze-age sheepherders that tells you to put us in our place.

Sincerely,
Someone who can vote you out next term but for whom the damage will have already been done

New Poem! At last!

The writer's block is over! Boy does that feel good.

When Winter Came

I was a child when winter bowled me over
With freezing lips and fire-crystal eyes
I was a child still playing in the clover
When winter came, she found me paralyzed.

I was a youth when I first joined the dreaming,
With starlit eyes and magic in my hands,
I was a youth; my eyes were quick and gleaming,
I rode the ocean-waves, played in the sands.

I was a sage when winter crawled into me
With razor teeth and soft, translucent fur
I was a sage; I let each breath pass through me
When winter came, I knew and welcomed her.

I was a ghost who drowned in dreams of danger
With lidless eyes, and sulphur in my bones
I walked a ghost in dreams and planes still stranger
I was a dream, asleep among the stones.

~*~
Hope you're all doing super-well.

Love,
Penny

Open Love/Polina Poly Party

For the small number of people who read my various blogs, I am announcing here first that Michelle and I are planning the first big public party for Open Love NY that will be a joint celebration for my 19th birthday.

It's going to be at the Lyons Wier Gallery, 175 Seventh Ave. (at 20th Street) on Saturday, Nov. 14 at 7:30 p.m. Non-alcoholic beverages and snacks will be served. Admission is $10, which also gets you a limited-edition Open Love NY bracelet. Plus, $1 from each ticket sold will be donated to poly-related efforts that are important to the poly community.

Lyons Wier Gallery is conveniently located near the 23rd Street Stations on the C, E, 1, F and V subway lines. More details will be forthcoming in the next few days, but I wanted to start getting the word out here.

Poem10: Bedtime Story

Here's an old poem I wrote as a New Year's Present for a very close friend of mine. Here it is:

A Bedtime Story

I’ve got a story for you, darling, she says
I frown and answer, Darling?
The night is rain-filled and
our windows refract starlight
a million crystal lights dance on our walls.

The story is simple: a beginning, an end,
A middle tying the two together, smoothly
But it’s the darling she began it with that echoes
And I cannot fathom it.

In the starlit velvet night of our beginnings,
The story is just another story
But the epithet, so filled with sweetness and
rolling off the tongue like pearls or candy…
Well,
you know that voice as I do,
how in the turn of the phrase,
she can plait each word like hair
and spear it through unto perfection.

I do not know
if it’s the thread of story
or a whispered darling
or stars like diamonds in her hair
or rain on the window fracturing the stars
but life tastes sweeter, somehow,
in the darkness;
and somehow, life is better
in her arms.

Poem9:Take a Shot in the Night

Take a shot in the night,

and the tick-tock-ticking

Of the clock, all alight with flame,

Lights your way, can you see?

There's your mark--shoot straight!

The flickering of the fire,

like a candle, only brighter,

distorts vision, and the smoke...

Are your eyes watering, child?

Shoot straight!

Did you hear that hiss

of the arrow past your ear?

Or was the bowstring louder

so that you couldn't hear?

What a twang it gave! And the arrow whistled!

Did you shoot straight, child?

All the stars were alight,

but the flame of the clock,

obscured them, was too bright!

Is that time you're killing there, child?

Or were you just sick of the tick-tock-ticking?

And did you shoot straight?

Did you hit your mark

when you shot in the dark?

And when the clock is ashes and bits of metal

And the stars are clear and the sky is blue-black

Can you find your arrow where you shot it?

Or did you shoot straight and forget it?

Or was it off and the arrow flew on and on

'til it grounded itself by the wayside?

And did you find it, child?

Is the target clear?

Or did you fumble around in the blind dark?

Did you find your arrow where you shot it, child?

And did you shoot straight, child?

Did you hit it?