<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465</id><updated>2012-01-04T17:24:53.428-05:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='gender'/><category term='education'/><category term='arts'/><category term='faith'/><category term='society'/><category term='social action'/><title type='text'>grassroot flute</title><subtitle type='html'>reflections and revolution</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-7617921779229617</id><published>2011-10-23T12:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:39:48.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>tail what?</title><content type='html'>how many people do you think would be offended if i dissed tailgating? no disrespect to those that love american football and all its rituals. just don't take it personal as i explain why i don't get it.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there more to tailgating than setting up shop (or a tent) in a parking lot, hooking up a grill, keeping some cold beers in a cooler, and lounging around with some friends, some strangers all day long before watching a football game (or sometimes a big concert)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personally, i've only ever been to one tailgate party, and it was in northern virginia before a dave matthews band concert. there were acres full of parked cars and people playing drinking games and eating burgers and dogs, blasting music (not all dave matthews i might add). i happened to be in decent company, so it didn't feel like a total waste of time. at the same time, i also thought it was interesting that a bunch of people that were around our part of the parking lot were planning to leave before the concert even happened because they couldn't get tickets. so they couldn't go to the show, so they drove from wherever they live around there (and this place was kinda off in the cut), just to hang out in the parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't help but wonder what, if any, real positive social value is generated by this tradition. some would ask how much of our time can we really dedicate to contributing to positive social change anyway? point taken, i don't think even the most active activists among us can rightly claim that their every moment is dedicated to bettering the world. nevertheless, if we don't ask ourselves these questions then we don't have any hope of determining the proper balance between working towards the common good, and simple relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess, on a certain level, when i saw the tailgate picture in my newsfeed the other day it was just a reminder of the disproportional emphasis on personal fun and self-satisfaction that dominates our culture in this country. i wonder how many hours are spent tailgating, or watching football, or watching summaries of football games, or watching people talk about football games, or watching people talk about what they did wrong (or right) in football games, or watching people pick other people to play in football games, etc. if even a fraction of the human energy that goes into feeding the football culture in this country was redirected towards getting to know our neighbors better, and helping each other, what could be accomplished?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-7617921779229617?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7617921779229617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2011/10/tail-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7617921779229617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7617921779229617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2011/10/tail-what.html' title='tail what?'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-7397759785329803026</id><published>2009-12-03T02:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:33:53.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goat yell like a man (i like)</title><content type='html'>for everyone that needs a little laughter sometimes. please enjoy this video (preferably repeatedly):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L0-lkl9TzsU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-7397759785329803026?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7397759785329803026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/12/goat-yell-like-man-i-like.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7397759785329803026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7397759785329803026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/12/goat-yell-like-man-i-like.html' title='goat yell like a man (i like)'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L0-lkl9TzsU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-2079220395700031726</id><published>2009-11-21T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:25:49.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>flashin'</title><content type='html'>thanks to youtube and a few friends on facebook, a phenomenon called flash mobs has recently come to my attention. as far as i can tell it's a large group of strangers that descend on some public location and do a choreographed group dance or performance. i love it, i've added to the list of goals for my life to participate (or help organize) at least one of these pranks before i die, but preferably within the next year. here's an example so you can see the amazing-ness for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCHqLCbb8P4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCHqLCbb8P4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-2079220395700031726?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2079220395700031726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/11/flashin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/2079220395700031726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/2079220395700031726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/11/flashin.html' title='flashin&apos;'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-126672187294698676</id><published>2009-09-01T01:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:47:07.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>ante up</title><content type='html'>okay. two in one day may seem like a lot, but we can't control inspiration. i suppose it's just coincidence that a good friend just sent me the link to another amazing video of a slightly different persuasion than our favorite UK boy band. i also realize that i may be really late on seeing these clips that everybody has laughed at for years, but it's new to me and i am not ashamed. perhaps some of you will also appreciate sesame street's bert and ernie singing "ante up! get that fool! ante up! kidnap that fool! get em! hit em! get em! hit em!" perhaps not. but here it is either way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/21OH0wlkfbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/21OH0wlkfbc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-126672187294698676?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/126672187294698676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/09/ante-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/126672187294698676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/126672187294698676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/09/ante-up.html' title='ante up'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-7066132864854681165</id><published>2009-08-31T13:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:04:16.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>i couldn't help it</title><content type='html'>aw yeah, check it, check it out, second verse girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a friend of mine introduced me to this diamond of a song that i had never heard before, and i must admit has consistently been able to change my mood and get me laughing. it's by this UK boy band from the 90's called 5ive, who had one hit here in the US (at least as far as my recollection goes) called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAGf2fS3pkU&amp;feature=related"&gt;"when the lights go out"&lt;/a&gt;. this other song, i feel is infinitely better, for too many reasons to explain. let's content ourselves with saying that everything about it raises many questions worth (or not) pondering at least momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we'll use the first line as an example: "do you wanna get freakay, when the five of us make one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean? i don't have an answer for that, if anybody else does i'd love to hear your thoughts. don't limit yourself to the lyrics either, the images themselves also provide plenty of absurd moments to enjoy. nuff said. check it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdoVWX3JPeI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdoVWX3JPeI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-7066132864854681165?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7066132864854681165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-help-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7066132864854681165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7066132864854681165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-help-it.html' title='i couldn&apos;t help it'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-3163983341351124629</id><published>2009-08-12T15:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:06:14.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>westside trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/SoMeLfOqpMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1vG9XcEnPUA/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/SoMeLfOqpMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1vG9XcEnPUA/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369168363466171586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've been out for a minute, it gets hard to keep up when you're on the road for weeks on end. i'll try and be back for now. i'm still in between times, preparing to move out west for grad school. speaking of the west, i just got back from a couple weeks in california, serving, teaching, mobbing hard with good people (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a couple days in LA at the end of the trip with my brother. We had the good fortune of a rare Minnie mouse sighting on the street. It must have been about 100 degrees outside when we spotted Minnie mouse packing up her car across the way. We even witnessed the tearful reaction of a toddler after watching Minnie get into her car and take her head off. Poor kid....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-3163983341351124629?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3163983341351124629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/08/westside-trippin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/3163983341351124629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/3163983341351124629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/08/westside-trippin.html' title='westside trippin&apos;'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/SoMeLfOqpMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1vG9XcEnPUA/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-4162479021868219490</id><published>2009-07-16T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:31:52.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>God said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sl_F_QEfs9I/AAAAAAAAADw/h0QF4MmNxPE/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sl_F_QEfs9I/AAAAAAAAADw/h0QF4MmNxPE/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359219772030432210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have you ever seen those billboards on the highway, the ones that are all black with white type, and say something like "i am the way, the truth, and the light. - God"? it's pretty common to see signs that say "Jesus saves" in people's front yards where i stay. there's also this one intersection with a long, low to the ground sign that has two arrows on it, one pointing up, the other pointing down. the message reads "turn to Jesus before it's too late" (check the pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really bother me to see these signs all over the place, but i'm really curious about how other people feel. what do you think when you see these signs on the highway, or in your neighborhood? &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;how different is this to when people put signs in their yard broadcasting who they plan to vote for in an upcoming election? or hanging a flag in front of your house? is it any different from wearing a shirt with a picture of somebody's face, like che guevara for instance? how important are these statements we make about ourselves and our beliefs based on signs we put around our house, stickers on our cars, clothes, or even tattoos and piercings? do these things really reflect something about who we are inside, or should they be regarded as simply superficial things meant to be fashion? personally, i tend to try and stay aware of what my outer trappings might suggest about who i am. what y'all think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-4162479021868219490?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4162479021868219490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4162479021868219490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4162479021868219490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-said.html' title='God said...'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sl_F_QEfs9I/AAAAAAAAADw/h0QF4MmNxPE/s72-c/IMG_0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-7940951966249596477</id><published>2009-07-07T00:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:51:56.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>road trippin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/SlLIrU7kZ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/jVP2X8_auUM/s1600-h/IMG_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/SlLIrU7kZ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/jVP2X8_auUM/s200/IMG_0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355563553575430002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorry for being away for so long. the last few weeks have been pretty busy, and recently returned from a week long road trip all up and down the east coast. you may have noticed the amazing photo that accompanies this post. at a rest stop somewhere in Pennsylvania we discovered this claw game called "Bling King".&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem unremarkable at first, but upon further inspection there were some interesting things to note about this special claw game. The majority of the prizes were amazingly cheap-looking pieces of shiny plastic jewelry. Thrown in the mix sort of randomly was also an assortment of different sea shells, and some polished rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowning glory (excuse my sarcasm) of this realest truest hoodest claw game, is the picture at the top of the white guy in the suit, surrounding by these two black-face women fawning over him. i'm not even sure what to say about it really. i'm not the only one who finds that absurd right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does that happen? you know, who came up with idea for this claw game, pitched it, and had somebody with money to make it happen say "yeah, make a 'ghetto' claw game and put a picture of a white dude pimpin' a couple black chicks at in between the name Bling King. that'll be perfect." there's race and gender issues at least involved in that process somewhere. i would love to hear what your thoughts are on the matter. holler at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-7940951966249596477?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7940951966249596477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trippin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7940951966249596477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7940951966249596477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trippin.html' title='road trippin&apos;'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/SlLIrU7kZ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/jVP2X8_auUM/s72-c/IMG_0697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-2375646393781924772</id><published>2009-06-25T10:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:57:12.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>reader discretion advised</title><content type='html'>i say reader discretion is important for this post because the subject is pretty intense. a friend sent me a link to a BBC &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8118306.stm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about some recent amputations carried out under Sharia law in Somalia. four young men, estimated to be between the ages of 18 and 25, were accused and convicted of robbery, and sentenced to lose their right hand, and left foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this isn't the first time that such cruelty has characterized the execution of so-called "justice" in human history. i'm also fairly convinced that we still have a ways to go before we'll see such violence for the last time.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; however, it still deeply saddens me when i hear about my people perpetrating these heinous acts in the name of law, or piety, or revenge, or any reason at all really. it hurts me that these young men now must live with the pain and humiliation of losing two vital appendages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps someone might wonder how i could have sympathy for criminals, or people who have broken the law. well, some people do commit atrocities, and there must be ways for society to justly punish these people. at the same time, no matter what a person may do, i believe in essence that human beings are inherently noble. that the abasement we see results from our lack of education about what this nobility means, and requires of us to live up to our potential. because people are noble, even when they have made poor choices in life (who's perfect anyway, i make mistakes and poor choices plenty often) the possibility always exists for positive transformation. i can also say that i don't want to see people suffering regardless of which "side" of the law they're on when it happens. i want to see people becoming increasingly aware of the oneness of humanity. to see that this whole planet is our family, and that we can't rest easy while our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins (you get the point) are in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the suffering in the world will not be solved overnight in case you were holding on to some extra high hopes. they can and will, however, be overcome through a unified effort on the part of a growing population around the world, that regard it as one civilization, and want to make it a safe, beautiful, and prosperous place for all people. until then, even if you haven't heard me say it recently, just know that it hurts me to see people in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always your own ideas and reflections on such an intense issue are strongly encouraged. what do you think about all this? is corporeal punishment an appropriate way to carry out justice? what is an appropriate punishment for crimes like robbery? why do people use religion to sanction barbarism? in the context of islam, if God is the Merciful and the Compassionate, does violent punishment really reflect mercy and compassion? have we misunderstood God's will? holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prayers and my love are for this human family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-2375646393781924772?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2375646393781924772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/reader-discretion-advised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/2375646393781924772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/2375646393781924772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/reader-discretion-advised.html' title='reader discretion advised'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-3105820648048575079</id><published>2009-06-13T14:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:18:39.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>spiritual flapjacks?</title><content type='html'>so the story is: i just signed up on rainn wilson's website &lt;a href="http://soulpancake.com"&gt;soul pancake&lt;/a&gt;. here's what i think so far. i love that it's so arts driven, and that you're really encouraged to be creative in expressing yourself and uploading content. the fact that it's purpose is to provide a space for people to explore and discuss matters of spirituality and relationship to God is fantastic. it's refreshing to see a space for a subject that affects so many people to be so open. while for a long time it was taboo, or in some ways 'not allowed' to want to talk about our beliefs and ideas when it comes to the soul or contemplating our Creator, now we have one more green light to speak our hearts and minds.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the discourses of society, the various aspects of reality that help shape how we think about, talk about, and behave in the world, have been a growing area of awareness for me, particularly during the last several years. the messages and images we see in the media around us, the news, what we learn in school, all have an impact on the types of thoughts we're likely to have, the questions about ourselves and society we're likely to ask, and the conclusions we're likely to reach. it also plays a role in how we observe and evaluate the challenges we see facing our global community, and the solutions and strategies for addressing them we can imagine. in light this influence that discourse can exert on our collective consciousness, it's especially significant for so many young people to have a forum for engaging in dialogue and reflection about an area that's long been neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these wonderful things aside, that doesn't mean that by participating in such a discourse, anybody has to accept or agree whole-heartedly with everything anybody shares in that space. in a sense, it's partly the point that we all have different experiences and ideas to contribute. that in the exchange of these ideas we all can learn a little more about ourselves, each other, and the world we live in. i suppose all i really want to say is that it's cool that we can participate in such a massive dialogue that addresses many of the concerns most pressing to the human heart. nuff said. check it out if you want, or don't. but do share any thoughts you have related to such things, or your own experiences or stories from using the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-3105820648048575079?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3105820648048575079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/spiritual-flapjacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/3105820648048575079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/3105820648048575079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/spiritual-flapjacks.html' title='spiritual flapjacks?'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-5547979550077876501</id><published>2009-06-12T01:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:40:24.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>slummin</title><content type='html'>what's fun about riding through the slums?&lt;br /&gt;it might be home, but it's a sign of the pain we come from&lt;br /&gt;i go dumb trying understand why it's impressive&lt;br /&gt;to show your date a scene that reeks of oppression&lt;br /&gt;when will we learn our lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop letting the system rape our bleeding culture&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop selling our struggle&lt;br /&gt;stop pimping our souls for disposable income&lt;br /&gt;of kids living in the suburban bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let it burst, it'll hurt&lt;br /&gt;we owe it to our people for what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;i'm done watching art pass by in a hearse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-5547979550077876501?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5547979550077876501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/slummin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5547979550077876501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5547979550077876501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/slummin.html' title='slummin'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-4671267177859316067</id><published>2009-06-10T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:31:24.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>the crown</title><content type='html'>when you standing on the ground you looking up&lt;br /&gt;you see the brow adorned with a crown&lt;br /&gt;and drown your sorrows in a cup&lt;br /&gt;when you're alone, the climb is twice as far to the throne&lt;br /&gt;you thrown out in the cold thinking of giving up&lt;br /&gt;on your own they looking at you like you ain't living up&lt;br /&gt;to they standards you can't find the answer&lt;br /&gt;at the bottom of a bottle of stout&lt;br /&gt;or the end of a philly burnt and hollowed out&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's when the feet finally follow the mouth&lt;br /&gt;they see the deeds do what your mouth is talking about&lt;br /&gt;they see the seeds planted and now the plant is peeking out&lt;br /&gt;excuse me teacher i'm sorry for speaking out&lt;br /&gt;but i can't see the reason for what you're teaching 'bout&lt;br /&gt;the truth is what they usually preach about&lt;br /&gt;if i question what they preach am i seeking doubt?&lt;br /&gt;if i see truth i believe i should seek it out&lt;br /&gt;tongue loose preacher said i should watch what i'm speaking 'bout&lt;br /&gt;keep kneeling down hail mary&lt;br /&gt;repeat it or God is telling peter keep him out&lt;br /&gt;no heaven when time on the meter's out&lt;br /&gt;I'm a ride for the Glory and see the sequence out&lt;br /&gt;and see sense in the Speaker on the Mount&lt;br /&gt;now we back to the climb up to hear the Sound&lt;br /&gt;we pick it up to keep from falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-4671267177859316067?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4671267177859316067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/crown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4671267177859316067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4671267177859316067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/crown.html' title='the crown'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-7601021781777111805</id><published>2009-06-09T23:01:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:55:47.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>to my.......</title><content type='html'>to my people still pedaling holding stereos&lt;br /&gt;to the kids without ipods playing music from cell phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my young dudes sitting by the train pan handling&lt;br /&gt;to my mothers working three shifts while the streets raise the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my families with one bedroom for ten people to live&lt;br /&gt;to the minimum wagers that find change to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my daughters scared of daddy coming back so you hid&lt;br /&gt;to my sons who went through what my daughters just did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the parents who suffered so hard to give us this&lt;br /&gt;but never talk about the struggle they try so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the children coming up that can't appreciate it and&lt;br /&gt;take for granted that they're standing on the shoulders of giants&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my atheists dying daily through self-reliance&lt;br /&gt;and can't see God blowing the breath of life that's inside them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the pastor on his knees, in denial of the wolves&lt;br /&gt;decimating his sheep and power of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as He who truly blesses and keeps the soil&lt;br /&gt;of the hearts fertile for the harvest we reap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the imams on jomeh protecting the believers, who hear&lt;br /&gt;Allah call yet are too backwards to pick up the receiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for fundamentalists preaching the return of the Son, that&lt;br /&gt;burn in hell until its burned in them the Prophets are ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my killers that took life with no value for their own&lt;br /&gt;with a death wish for deliverance from being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my doctors writing prescriptions for kickbacks on drugs&lt;br /&gt;and taking long vacations to test new golf clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the chemists that cook crack and others that cure cancer&lt;br /&gt;and the students by day and by night exotic dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the hopeless romantics and cheating 'gimme 1 more chancers'&lt;br /&gt;for the passive aggressives to the eager to get the last words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to concrete jungle survivors and lazies grazing in pastures&lt;br /&gt;to baby-boomers flashing back to '68 &amp;amp; thugs that bully for stature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those losing their way and couldn't wait for the Rapture&lt;br /&gt;what if i told you that it already came and had passed ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you open your eyes, or would you hush me with laughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-7601021781777111805?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7601021781777111805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7601021781777111805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7601021781777111805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my.html' title='to my.......'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-5489842055076407248</id><published>2009-06-07T18:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:15:09.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social action'/><title type='text'>carry on commencements</title><content type='html'>word up - it's about time for us to continue our exploration of ridiculous statements heard in graduation speeches. now that we've considered some of the implications of viewing the university experience as separate and apart from the 'real world', we can move on to other false assumptions about young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the refrains we hear almost any time someone is speaking to the importance of young people is that we are the future. that the prosperity and safety of the future rests with us, that one day we will be the leaders and shapers of society, and how wonderful it is that a college education has prepared us to assume these responsibilities...........one day. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;there is some truth in that the youth of today will be the shepherds of nations and the world for some time in the future, however, this type of thinking implies that we are not able to actively contribute to the rebuilding of society or directing significant efforts of social change TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there must be many factors that lead to such an assumption, so we'll try and mention at least a few of them. in the united states, it's become a fairly established cultural tradition to extend childhood as long as possible. what does that mean? well, it means that as a society, through various systems including education, mass media, politics, etc.  we repeatedly tell young people that their primary objective in life is to have as much fun as they can now, because later they will have to enter the 'real' world and be responsible, hard-working adults. we can see the evidence of such an approach in the institutions of society. one example (which certainly could be investigated further to find the exact percentage) is that the overwhelming majority of people serving as members of congress (House and Senate) are 50+ years of age. that means that practically all of the people creating new laws and policies by which our country is governed represent only one generation of americans. how can our legislative institutions make decisions that are truly effective and beneficial for the entire country if the perspectives and voices of multiple generations are not fully heard? it is true that with experiece comes wisdom, and it is important that some of our public servants have seen and experienced enough to offer an informed historical perspective. at the same time, it is also important to understand that often times young people, though with less life experience but properly educated, see the challenges we face in society in another way, and may offer ideas and views that shed light on old and new problems alike. this diversity of perspective add strength to the overall understanding of the institution and insures that as many possible angles are seen and the best possible course adopted. the same principle applies in terms of the importance of having a balance of women and men represented, and racial and ethnically balanced representation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another manifestation of the extension of childhood is the decreasing value of a standard liberal arts bachelor's degree in preparation for a career. economic recession notwithstanding, it's been getting harder and harder for graduates to find suitable career paths directly out of college. most liberal arts programs don't provide much in the way of marketable skills, prompting young people to seek more and more advanced degrees, or look for work that often is very unrelated to their major subject of study. this essentially communicates that you're not ready to work yet, you need more training. if you're needed greater training then you still have to wait to make your significant contribution to the advancement of society. closely related to this is how often most of our education is the memorization of information and theories, generally divorced from practical experience and bearing little relevance to choosing a meaningful career path that somehow serves humanity, but this concept should be further considered in future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the most fundamental disadvantage to encouraging the population to carry the habits of behavior and thinking of childhood through adolescence and even early adulthood is the limiting effect it has on how young people think about themselves. if we let it, it can convince us that we lack the capacity to serve and advance our communities because we lack the necessary education, life experience, financial resources, understanding of the world, etc. as we move towards a learning approach to life, we will better understand the futility of waiting for more experience, more education, more training, more permission to take ownership for the conditions of society and begin to take action towards social transformation. the truth is that every individual has the capacity to contribute in some way to the betterment of society, and that the sooner we embrace this the earlier we can start to learn about which lines of action seem to bring the most benefit and how to refine and expand our efforts over time. NOW is the time for young people, with their vast energy, creativity, and fresh perspectives to be empowered to work in and for the community, embarking on a path that education and training can lend clarity to and enhance as we directly apply the themes and concepts to the social action in which we are already engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be foolish to think that we've exhausted the many complexities of these social dynamics, and therefore this is an area to which we'll frequently revisit as the conversation progresses. feel free as always to share your thoughts on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - stop telling young people that we only represent the future. we ALL have a part to play today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-5489842055076407248?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5489842055076407248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/carry-on-commencements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5489842055076407248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5489842055076407248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/06/carry-on-commencements.html' title='carry on commencements'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-4264899593652058086</id><published>2009-05-31T21:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:15:39.590-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>the Blessed Beauty</title><content type='html'>the soul is limitless&lt;br /&gt;living bliss living legend&lt;br /&gt;living in the midst of murders, thieves, and peasants&lt;br /&gt;dreams and forgotten hopes decay in the hole&lt;br /&gt;the dungeon too foul pain impossible to hold&lt;br /&gt;the last in society the first to see the light&lt;br /&gt;a living song of God yet He was tortured through His life&lt;br /&gt;these cowards dragged Him down to the lowest place&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below disgrace and beneath the lowest eyes&lt;br /&gt;just to turn around and bow before Him when we die&lt;br /&gt;they chained His neck, shackles on His ankles&lt;br /&gt;the fetters left scars time could never fully whether&lt;br /&gt;still the Blessed Beauty, still limitlessly above&lt;br /&gt;any humble expression of fervent undying love&lt;br /&gt;dying of choke lungs die to walk upon the dirt&lt;br /&gt;that was touched by His foot so i'm dying to prove my worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........touched by His foot, yeah i'm dying to prove my worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-4264899593652058086?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4264899593652058086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessed-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4264899593652058086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4264899593652058086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessed-beauty.html' title='the Blessed Beauty'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-6577271587063745781</id><published>2009-05-28T13:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:16:37.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>commence the commencements!</title><content type='html'>aww yeah, it's graduation season again. folks all around the country and the world are passing milestones in education - transitioning from primary to secondary education, earning an associate's or bachelor's degree, or completing master's and other advanced degrees. it so happens my brother just earned his BA from a college in pennsylvania, and the family gathered for encouragement and  celebrating his entering a new stage in life. as long as school's been around in the world we've watched the ceremonies and rituals associated with graduation evolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point it's pretty standard that everybody dresses up in these funny caps and gowns (it's one of the few times you'll catch men of all kinds perfectly comfortable with the fact that what they're wearing is called a 'gown'. well that, and when you go to the doctor for a check-up and you have to put on that awkard paper thingy). &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;all the graduates file into long rows of seats and then wait until each of their names are read aloud and they walk across a stage of sorts and shake hands with administrators, receiving their certificate in the process. but before student's names are called, often times some accomplished administrator, academic, celebrity,  or politician gives some kind of address meant to encourage and inspire the graduating class to reach for greater heights of excellence when they step into the 'real' world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard the speakers referring continuously to my brother's class as being prepared to enter the real world, i couldn't help but wonder where they'd been for the past four years, and the 18 or so before that. clearly the intensity of attending a college or university and the daily patterns of life are unique, and differ greatly from both life and school before college and full-time involvement in the work force afterwards. while these conditions are special and different from other stages in life, i wasn't aware they were significant enough to imply that college exists separately from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll forgive my tone, it's just that i've grown a bit of tired of people constantly separating and dividing different aspects of life into discreet categories that aren't supposed to be related - you know like work is separate from family, which is separate from friends, separate from religion, separate from politics, etc. i remember at one job being told repeatedly that i was lucky to experience certain flexibilities in the workplace, because that certainly wouldn't fly in corporate america. it was quite aggravating because i wasn't working in corporate america, so why should standards of conduct and professionalism exert such an influence on the expectations for my job. now one might notice that i'm making a distinction between corporate america and other industries after railing against excessive divisions in our world view. here lays the nuance of the concept, it is not that there are no distinctions and differences in various realms of human endeavor, but that despite the differences we see, they all take place in a common space (the world) and influence each other (some more greatly than others, power and influence in the world is certainly not balanced).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of what frustrated me about my experiences being compared with corporate america, was that the implication was that corporate america was the golden standard of what was right and good in terms of effective industry, while the environment in which i was working was some fantasy realm with special rules that don't apply in the 'real' world a.k.a. corporate america. is it too aggressive for me to say that i think that's nonsense? firstly, corporate america is plenty corrupt and not even remotely representative of the principles of justice and equity that i believe should underly all human endeavors, and therefore not the standard i which to aspire towards in my work. secondly, regardless of how you feel about the standards and principles that should govern industry, the work done by organizations and people 'outside' the context of corporate america very much take place in the REAL world, involve real people, and have real outcomes (some to the benefit of humanity and others of course to the detriment of society, but real consequences nonetheless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me a fundamentally flawed perspective to minimize the impact of endeavors not consistent with the corporate model, and one that is not useful if you hope to participate in rebuilding all aspects of society to support true justice and global prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line.................................get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really intended to touch on some of the other things said commonly in commencement speeches about youth and the future and education, but that'll have to wait til later i guess. in the meantime, holler with your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-6577271587063745781?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6577271587063745781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/commence-commencements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/6577271587063745781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/6577271587063745781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/commence-commencements.html' title='commence the commencements!'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-5297925923128522686</id><published>2009-05-24T16:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:17:00.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>under pressure</title><content type='html'>the pressure builds up i feel like i can't take it&lt;br /&gt;so i fake it, sometimes it's the only way to make it&lt;br /&gt;i feel naked, all alone with no defenses&lt;br /&gt;racks my senses and comes out in my sentences&lt;br /&gt;guess it's revenge against all the times i feel focused&lt;br /&gt;wonder why it doesn't work out how i hoped it would&lt;br /&gt;if i could i'd control every angle to make it certain&lt;br /&gt;that the hurting was contained in a corner of my brain&lt;br /&gt;conductor hold the train, it's a strain i can't rush&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hush to all the voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find i feel best when i make my own choices&lt;br /&gt;not with every direction that's pulling me&lt;br /&gt;been a long time, been a long rhyme&lt;br /&gt;feel the wrong enzyme release the wrong hormone&lt;br /&gt;that's why i fall out the zone of coherence in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to chaos in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way to settle down when the maze leaves you lost&lt;br /&gt;sometime when we pay we don't realize the cost&lt;br /&gt;it can be a lot how do we know it's enough&lt;br /&gt;i pray to recognize when i'm spending too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-5297925923128522686?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5297925923128522686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5297925923128522686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5297925923128522686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/under-pressure.html' title='under pressure'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-3063554323618825282</id><published>2009-05-13T18:09:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:03:48.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>bachelor what?</title><content type='html'>i got an email a few days back from a friend asking for any ideas about how to plan a dope bachelor party with no booze, strippers, or drugs. for a lot of people out there, that may defy the definition of "bachelor party". i haven't been to, nor planned many bachelor parties myself, and i really only know of a couple that were clean, sober, and hooker-free (as in without hookers, not that the hookers were there for free). the only idea i could pass on to my friend was to go out to a place like dave and buster's (it's this restaurant slash big arcade for grown folks) with a bunch of dudes and play skee-ball and video games. maybe that suggestion was helpful, or maybe it was lame (though anybody who doesn't know how fun it is to make a fool of yourself by struggling through several rounds of dance dance revolution to loud house music is probably lamer). either way, what's actually important are the thoughts that his question inspired about the whole concept of a bachelor party.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in responding to my friend, it occurred to me (perhaps for the first time) that before we plan a bachelor party, regardless of how clean we'd like our fun to be, we might want to consider the social implications of such a tradition. in doing so it's useful to consider the tradition as most commonly practiced, i.e. the drunken debauchery and pseudo-supposedly-semi-permissible-&lt;br /&gt;or-rather-begrudgingly-accepted infidelity that usually accompanies it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i'm having a really hard time with the whole "infidelity is just part of life, everybody cheats, just don't get caught" thing. i'm overwhelmed by how many songs on the radio, and movies and television shows, portray people two-timing and playing each other as if it's only disrespectful if #1 - you get caught and #2 - it's her (or his) friend. i refuse to condone the disdain and degrading view of women demonstrated by men who believe it's okay to engage whoever they want sexually whether they're single or in a marriage or other committed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding women as objects to satisfy the sexual whims of men is NOT what it means to be a REAL man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the same token, i find it difficult to continue to have respect for women who feel it's alright to treat men essentially the same way. i'm not quite sure how we allowed the selfishness (looking out for #1) so lauded by an individualistic culture to embed the "grass is greener" syndrome so deeply in our consciousness. it seems like i'm straying a bit from our original purpose, so maybe we can explore infidelity in another post. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did the tradition of bachelor parties come from? if anyone knows please share, if i weren't so lazy maybe i'd do some research, but it's not an entirely necessary detail to follow our train of thought. regardless of how it started, we can use our own experiences and the views we've heard in various forms of mass media as an indication of the some of the lingering effects the "bachelor party" has had on the male psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do we hear guys speak about marriage as a stifling trap, a last resort, or something you only do because some woman finally forced you to settle down? how often do we hear about the merits of sowing our wild oats before settling down? is a bachelor party for celebrating marriage? or is it really mourning the end of living single? why do we have to party with women besides the bride-to-be? if we don't have alcohol, or lewd and licentious behavior at the bachelor party, does it still have to be all men? if we're celebrating marriage why don't we do so with friends of the bride and groom all together? if we're mourning the loss of independence, do we really love our future spouse? if we truly value marriage and see it as a sacred institution, and believe in the equality of women and men, should we blindly carry on this party tradition (raw or radio edit version)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't dream of trying to answer all these questions at once, or on my own. we can see this as starting a conversation about some of these ideas, share your thoughts and reactions. and considering how intimately matters of gender are to our lives we can be sure that we'll explore further in later posts. holler. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-3063554323618825282?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3063554323618825282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/bachelor-what.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/3063554323618825282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/3063554323618825282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/bachelor-what.html' title='bachelor what?'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-6477397566616094963</id><published>2009-05-11T20:46:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:48:56.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>booooorrrrr-ring</title><content type='html'>family time at my parents house during the NBA playoffs usually involves watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cleveland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cavs&lt;/span&gt; play. maybe it won't be surprising then that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen some more commercials since that last post which have inspired some more thoughts. this time we won't get quite as deep into the impact of mass media on public consciousness, we'll just notice a few trends that must relate to thought and culture somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ads that caught my eye tonight were for a couple new shows coming out soon. if i told you that there were three broad categories of shows that come out, and that these ads were not for reality shows could you guess the other two categories? &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;if you guessed doctor/hospital shows and police shows you'd be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's something we definitely don't have too few of, it's cop shows and doctor shows. we have fifteen different versions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;csi&lt;/span&gt;, 20 of law and order, a host of military investigator and lawyer dramas, the closer, cold case, without a trace, and let's not forget about the spin-offs of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nypd&lt;/span&gt; blue archetype. in the doctor category we have of course er, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grey's&lt;/span&gt; anatomy, house, heartland, general hospital, and many more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure. for those of you wondering why i haven't mentioned any sitcoms with similar settings, for now we're just considering dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a couple things that strike me about this saturation of doctor and police programs on television. one is, that it doesn't offer much diversity of programming if the only shows we can choose from on prime time are either in a hospital, or about the endless struggle between the law and criminals. personally, i don't spend much time in hospitals or antagonizing (or be antagonized by) the authorities. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really relating to these characters and situations. the other, which is possibly much more profound, is that the plots of these shows are driven by really terrible things happening to people all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the hospital people are always dying. if it's not cancer or some other serious terminal illness, it's that's they're the victim of some violent assault - victim of mugging, casualty of gang violence etc. in the cop shows they're always chasing murderers, rapists, and pedophiles. so we sit at home and watch some of the most horrible things that people perpetrate against each other played out in graphic detail over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to add something to the mix: as if it wasn't enough that so much of our television entertainment is centered about death and violence, when we turn on the news (local or otherwise) we see more of the same. with the news you can throw in a healthy (that's sarcasm) dose of political scandal and corruption, but mostly it's the same themes we see in the dramas mentioned above. so my question is - if our entertainment and news are so consistently reminding us of the tragic aspects of life in this world, can it be a surprise that our culture is so dominated by fear? we're afraid of everything! if it's not terrorists, it's kidnappers, serial killers, and rapists  (by the way, the word rape/rapist is particularly painful for me to use because of the intensity of the violence against usually women that it calls to mind). when it's none of those things it's not having the right car, or an acne free complexion, not being cool enough, or not having the right clothes. the list is endless. how did we get to such a dark place as a society? and how do we find hope in this madness? once we've found hope, how do we share that with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we focus on the negative evidences of the disintegrating society around us, it's overwhelmingly difficult to see the signs of progress and our growing sense of global solidarity and compassion. if we determine to look harder for the positive developments in the world, and start building communities around with a common purpose and vision, how long will it be before we see some changes in the programs we look to for entertainment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-6477397566616094963?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6477397566616094963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/booooorrrrr-ring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/6477397566616094963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/6477397566616094963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/booooorrrrr-ring.html' title='booooorrrrr-ring'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-2667295018770463136</id><published>2009-05-09T23:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:05:07.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>commercials</title><content type='html'>i was watching some tv with family today (cleveland cavs beating the atlanta hawks in game 3 of the second round of the NBA playoffs for those who like sports). i'd been traveling for the last few weeks and hadn't been around television for awhile so it was the first time i was seeing commercials in some time. i can't remember quite when i became conscious of this, but it's been several years at least since i was able to view ads without analyzing them and thinking about the various messages they sell us about ourselves, society, and happiness. some ads seem to reflect fewer blatantly oppressive assumptions about human nature than others of course, but the vast majority uniformly claim that our lives will be better on the whole if we just buy this product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two commercials i wanted to mention, one because of how disgusting i find the portrayal of male-female dynamics, and the other because it has implications for how we demonstrate our love and appreciation to the people we care about.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some of you remember the ads for &lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws87MmTlIz8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;tag body spray&lt;/a&gt;(here's one example). when this product was first hitting the market there were a number of promotional commercials. the common plot was a man putting on tag body spray in some public place, for example the grocery store, and immediately afterwards being very aggressively assaulted by women from all sides who'd clearly lost control of themselves because of how wonderful this spray smells and would stop at nothing (including violence towards the other women) to have their way with the man sexually. after the scene would be a disclaimer excusing tag body spray from any responsibility in the event that a consumer were injured by some overeager woman's sexual assault. the icing on the cake was a picture of the bottle sprayed by some invisible hand, accompanied by a sensual moan from an invisible woman. it would take too long to unpack all the implications for our understanding of men, women, sexuality, and joy so we'll only consider a few (but feel free to reflect more deeply for there is much to be learned about what our media and culture are feeding us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the messages this ad sends is that what a man needs to be happy is to be sexually irresistible, and to be able to attract any woman for that purpose simply by wearing a particular scent. needless to say it's quite beneath the nobility of the human station to reduce happiness to regular sexual activity. it belies our capacity to direct our attention towards being active participants in social transformation, thinking beyond our own immediate physical needs and seeking to improve the lives of those around us (and in so doing ourselves as well). for women one of the things it implies is that they are ruled by sensory instincts, that with the right physical conditions they can be manipulated as objects to serve the needs of men. this is clearly degrading to the faculties of women to act according to reason and conscience. if we hope to build a society in which women and men are truly regarded as equals, enjoying the same opportunities for personal development and involvement in the processes that advance civilization, notions about men and women such as the ones conveyed by this advertisement must be eliminated from our collective consciousness, and replaced by ones that uplift and empower women and men to take on more noble aspirations and attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other commercial that prompted these thoughts was for a jeweler. the screen flashed with shots of diamonds earrings and necklaces and was narrated by a voice telling us that there's no better way to show our appreciation on mother's day than with the gift of diamonds. this too has far too many layers to thoroughly explore in the format so we'll be brief. perhaps the most basic idea the commercial conveyed was that if we want our loved ones to know that we truly care about them, then we must buy expensive objects for them. this again, assumes that as human beings our greatest happiness is derived from the accumulation of material things, rather than the joy of serving our community, learning with friends and family, and striving to develop spiritual qualities. in part, seeing ads like this make me want to spend money to show affection or love even less, and inspire me to look for ways to demonstrate my appreciation for those i care about through other means. perhaps in another post we can also explore the reasons behind the intensely materialistic and consumption driven elements of media, and their relationship to capitalism and the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'd be interested in people's thoughts about anything this discussion calls to mind. holler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-2667295018770463136?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/2667295018770463136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/commercials.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/2667295018770463136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/2667295018770463136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/commercials.html' title='commercials'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-4580746484788146353</id><published>2009-05-07T22:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:06:36.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social action'/><title type='text'>learning and problem solving</title><content type='html'>today i was having a conversation with some friends about community service and social action. as with most things these days, the approach favored by the group involves an attitude of learning. someone mentioned that a posture of learning has an opposite. this intrigued me because i couldn't readily determine what the opposite of a learning mode would be besides some form of arrogance or conceit. this friend went on to say that the opposite of a 'learning mode' is a 'problem-solution' mode. that is, if there is a problem we present the solution. for instance if the problem is you have a headache, here is some aspirin, that's the solution.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a surface level this may seem logical, one might ask "if the aspirin alleviates the pain of the headache, have we not solved the problem?" perhaps the answer is yes, we have solved the problem. but what if there is more to this  headache than simply a bit of pain? what if there are deeper roots of this physical discomfort? what if this particular headache is just one in a series of headaches that seem to arise under similar circumstances? if our attitude is not one of learning, will we be considering these questions? might we not simply ignore the larger patterns of circumstances surrounding the headache? when we decide to adopt a learning mode, we consider the context in which the headaches arise and begin to discover the relationships between certain biological responses to physical and emotional stressors. we may notice, for example, that the pain comes after any meal in which we ate peanuts. in this way we discover more about what brings on the headaches and can modify our behavior and choices in order to prevent further discomfort, thus taking out the roots of the problem rather than simply responding once we feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be a clear connection between seeking to learn about the processes (physical, spiritual, emotional, social, etc) that affect us, and finding long term and sustainable methods of preventing various problems from arising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can apply this analogy to how we attempt to contribute to remedying many of the ills we see plaguing human society from AIDS to poverty to gang violence. many of us are familiar with programs that attempt to address these complex social challenges from the 'problem-solution' school of thought, and often we see that there is little success in really mitigating the severity of the situation. for example, when we hope to put a stop to gang violence we may think that solution is to confiscate weapons and lock up anybody we catch involved in violent activity. in fact, locking up young people in either juvenile detention centers (or prisons for those slightly older) is a very common so-called solution. but we must ask, as the numbers of teens locked away or in correctional camps and programs has increased, have we truly witnessed a significant decline in the amount of gang violence in the neighborhoods these young people are coming from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returning to our learning mode, we understand that there are many factors that influence how likely someone may be to join a gang. we notice family and social dynamics. we consider the impact of mass media on the psyches of young people, and the tenuous relationship that our brothers and sisters living in these areas have with police. the role of religion, faith, and moral education can shed light on this social phenomenon, and there are surely many other elements that would increase the clarity with which we understand how so many young people come to believe in the power and benefits of gang life. this growing clarity then allows us to craft a much more elegant and comprehensive strategy in working towards long term prevention of gang violence, and keeps us flexible to respond to new realities as social factors shift around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just a few reflections inspired by that conversation. i'd be interested to hear about how others have approached challenges in their communities and what they have learned. please feel free to comment with your own experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-4580746484788146353?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4580746484788146353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/learning-and-problem-solving.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4580746484788146353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4580746484788146353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/learning-and-problem-solving.html' title='learning and problem solving'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-5847225379845366476</id><published>2009-05-07T01:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:20:23.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>walkin</title><content type='html'>the world will swallow you up whole it you let it&lt;br /&gt;watch the road, try not to get too close to the edges&lt;br /&gt;some people on the path might try to push you off&lt;br /&gt;but if you make it i heard the goal is worth the walk&lt;br /&gt;so i'm walking on pushing through the struggle of living&lt;br /&gt;yet after every long night the bright sun again has risen&lt;br /&gt;and lit the way, so we walk another day&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one foot after the other hoping that they don't stray&lt;br /&gt;lead me right, i keep trusting and i'm praying this life&lt;br /&gt;for all its burdens is just a part of the price that we pay&lt;br /&gt;for everlasting and a slice of paradise and that's it's&lt;br /&gt;more than just chance in rolling the pair of dice&lt;br /&gt;or playing the hand it dealt me and i'm searching on the side&lt;br /&gt;for another who truly felt me to walk this path with me right&lt;br /&gt;to hold me up when i'm falling or down when i'm floating&lt;br /&gt;and i'll use my last strength to help you too in your coping&lt;br /&gt;because it's heavy all alone, so many end up lost&lt;br /&gt;or sell out for dreams of comfort getting swindled by the frost&lt;br /&gt;you know the cold that grows slowly&lt;br /&gt;and covers diamonds with moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-5847225379845366476?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5847225379845366476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/walkin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5847225379845366476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5847225379845366476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/walkin.html' title='walkin'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-7458881675781748786</id><published>2009-05-05T22:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:19:43.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>hindsight</title><content type='html'>at times i look back at the times past&lt;br /&gt;but lack the looking glass to see past most of the trash&lt;br /&gt;that littered streets, and ask why we let it last&lt;br /&gt;when we couldn't get past the beef&lt;br /&gt;and silences would speak instead of laughs&lt;br /&gt;and shattered glass was mirrors for the fact&lt;br /&gt;that we each had demons that would harass&lt;br /&gt;and defeat our chances to craft&lt;br /&gt;the kind of love that made poets past pen odes to better halves&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and coldness stole the warmth we chose to let the moment pass&lt;br /&gt;when love is broken it limps instead of strolling fast&lt;br /&gt;so we end up slowing as the heat grows dimmer&lt;br /&gt;till we simmer and the flame subsides to just a flicker&lt;br /&gt;of the fire that burned to symbolize how we yearned&lt;br /&gt;to hold each other ever tightly as hands turn the hours nightly&lt;br /&gt;clock faces race by politely and remind us&lt;br /&gt;that time doesn't take our wasting lightly&lt;br /&gt;it's likely that you'll find me on the other side&lt;br /&gt;of the stream that's now a river mississippi wide&lt;br /&gt;a second city where the healing is a home&lt;br /&gt;from the fights that kept revealing&lt;br /&gt;that the shelter love tried to provide was in decline&lt;br /&gt;are you fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-7458881675781748786?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/7458881675781748786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/hindsight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7458881675781748786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/7458881675781748786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/hindsight.html' title='hindsight'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-5073519755390289215</id><published>2009-05-05T01:49:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:22:15.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>open wide</title><content type='html'>on the edge of sleep&lt;br /&gt;thoughts run deep and&lt;br /&gt;conversation tends to threaten the secrets&lt;br /&gt;that consciousness keeps&lt;br /&gt;so it's the most revealing time to speak&lt;br /&gt;or listen, guess it depends on what's your mission&lt;br /&gt;listen twice and talk once if that's your disposition&lt;br /&gt;this position i find myself in of asking questions&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often have to wrestle with another's suggestions&lt;br /&gt;the whispers in your ear from the heat below&lt;br /&gt;tempting you to walk across the coals&lt;br /&gt;contrary to the softer call from the soul&lt;br /&gt;reminding of purpose and directing you to slow&lt;br /&gt;its real easy to trip if you push the tempo&lt;br /&gt;but can you maintain your grace if you simply let go&lt;br /&gt;i've been wondering about that since the get go&lt;br /&gt;if you have any ideas i've got a paper and a pencil&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to take notes of course this life is full of learning&lt;br /&gt;and i only know i know nothing yet inside i have this burning&lt;br /&gt;urge to be submerged in all there is or was or could be&lt;br /&gt;but suppose there's certain woes if i stray from where i should be&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel restricted by knowing my limitations&lt;br /&gt;there's beauty in discovering eternity through patience&lt;br /&gt;so i can hold on a little longer as i need to&lt;br /&gt;and share you a perspective from the eyes that i see through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-5073519755390289215?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/5073519755390289215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-wide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5073519755390289215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/5073519755390289215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/open-wide.html' title='open wide'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-6584965950179655583</id><published>2009-05-03T20:55:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:04:27.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><title type='text'>jokes and race</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if i've ever met anybody with absolutely no sense of humor whatsoever, so it seems safe to assume that everybody thinks something is funny. i think it's also fairly common that the things we find funny may not be to others. sometimes our humor actually appalls and offends others. i can't say that i'm really a fan of the whole political correctness thing, i tend to feel it often only serves as a mask to hide how we truly feel about a particular subject rather than helping us change the underlying reasons (usually ignorance) for holding socially unacceptable views. at the same time, i do think there are certain bounds of propriety that we can consider when we share our humor with those around us.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw an interesting discussion regarding a joke on facebook today about swine flu. a friend of mine had been in an argument with another friend about whether or not the joke is racist. here's the joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They once said a black man would be president when pigs fly. His first 100 days...........and *BAM* swine flu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the comments seemed to suggest that people didn't see any connection between the joke and race in the first place, and that it certainly wasn't racist, but hilarious of course. i can't safely say that all of the comments came from a particular persuasion without further research, but i'm not convinced it necessarily matters for our purposes. what struck me most about the responses i was reading was how easily the posters had laughed at the joke, and taken for granted the fundamental assumptions that allow it to be funny in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anybody is wondering if there is any connection between the joke and race the answer is yes. in fact, if you know nothing about the history of race relations in the united states this joke becomes meaningless. in order to get the punchline, that we now have a black president and all of a sudden swine flu (playing on the past tense of the verb fly i.e. flew - which i'm not adding because i think you aren't capable of figuring that out on your own, but i just realized that myself after reading the joke like 5 times, joint learning process - remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay timeout. that's probably unorthodox for writing, but that sentence just got way to long to stay coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, to get the punchline we have to know that by saying that "a black man would be president when pigs fly" we mean that it's extremely unlikely for this to ever happen. why is it extremely unlikely? because in this country we have a history of persistent and deep rooted discrimination against people of African descent, one so intense as to generate the worst known tradition of chattel slavery and a constitutional statement that defined black people as being less than human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we say that a black man will be president when pigs fly, it's because we don't expect it to happen in light of this shameful heritage. at the same time, while we cannot make sense of the joke without knowing something of our past, it is a story so familiar to us that we recognize the premise of joke without realizing we've just considered the dynamics of race in our country. perhaps this is one of the lingering manifestations of how deeply racism affects us still today. and how much more insidious that very often we don't even see it working in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that in spite of the compassion i feel for people who have suffered injustice and oppression, i am also inclined to encourage those who feel like victims to become empowered souls who use the faculties available to them to help themselves and others. this does not mean that those responsible for the oppressive circumstances are absolved of any duty to rectify the injustice they have caused, and themselves contribute to the empowerment of those they formerly tyrannized. it means that i believe that everybody has an active part to play in the process of healing, no one side has the right to sit around and wait for some expected progress to be made by the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed the concept of different sides is a crippling outlook itself. we truly need to stop regarding ourselves as a divided community, some white and some black, some hispanic, asian, native, or otherwise. we must increasingly come to regard ourselves as a unified whole, one human race, and the injury of one is the injury of all, the happiness of one the joy of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while it appears we've diverged from the original theme of race and humor, i've made these other claims to provide a context for my next statement. part of the healing process for people of African descent will include a willingness to give our brothers and sisters of European descent the benefit of the doubt, even if we feel certain that some statement reveals some veiled racial prejudice. also part of this process will be for our brothers and sisters of European descent to leave behind the trend to think that with the abolition of slavery, the civil rights movement, and the global conquest of hip-hop music and culture, that racism is dead, and that anybody who thinks they've experienced it is just confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while no one can rightly accuse many of you of enslaving or discriminating against people of color, it does not diminish the fact that the oppression of the past has afforded members of the majority advantages which are often taken for granted (some of you may be familiar with the term white privilege). therefore, it is necessary to educate ourselves about how this advantage is played out in our daily lives and in so doing gain a deeper understanding of the dynamics of our society and increase our capacity for compassion, and strengthen bonds of true love, embracing the diverse backgrounds of our neighbors, friends, co-workers, and families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never intended that i'd be writing this long of a post ever, but i tried to be as clear as possible without leaving much ambiguity. i'd be lying if i said i didn't think some of these themes may come up again in time, but hopefully we can keep things fairly light. i figure there are enough things in the world that can burden a soul, i'd rather help sweeten life. so i'll leave you with the following quotation from the Baha'i Writings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That one indeed is a man who, today, dedicateth himself to the service of the entire human race. The Great Being saith: Blessed and happy is he that ariseth to promote the best interests of the peoples and kindreds of the earth. . . It is not for him to pride himself who loveth his own country, but rather for him who loveth the whole world. The earth is but one country and mankind its citizens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-6584965950179655583?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/6584965950179655583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/jokes-and-race.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/6584965950179655583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/6584965950179655583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/jokes-and-race.html' title='jokes and race'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-1468121821387959098</id><published>2009-05-02T18:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:23:55.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>another poem? umm...yup</title><content type='html'>i blow thru like a wind in the trees&lt;br /&gt;that brings you to your knees, and ushers in the storm&lt;br /&gt;that fertilizes the seeds that i planted&lt;br /&gt;it's magic their fruits nourish the needs&lt;br /&gt;of the famished souls diseased&lt;br /&gt;with a sickness of the eyes that&lt;br /&gt;makes food appear poison like cianide&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're eating arsenic and dying inside&lt;br /&gt;but reaching up like we're dying to rise&lt;br /&gt;quicksand is keeping up, trying to drown the problems&lt;br /&gt;we're deep in a cup, knee deep in a rut, the more we struggle&lt;br /&gt;the quicker that sand be seeping up&lt;br /&gt;i've seen enough to know how the story ends&lt;br /&gt;so i'm hoping its an end to purgatory&lt;br /&gt;when it ain't no choice left, we lay pain to rest&lt;br /&gt;and start to count how many ways we've been blessed&lt;br /&gt;and hold our faith so tight to the chest, welcome the tests&lt;br /&gt;we do our best....yeah and God does the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-1468121821387959098?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-4886737741759541020</id><published>2009-05-01T22:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:25:06.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>marching orders</title><content type='html'>i'm not a night creature, i'm just a street teacher&lt;br /&gt;a poet, empowered with a voice so i'ma speak out&lt;br /&gt;you hear the poison that a lot of people speak bout&lt;br /&gt;you know it, so you'll forgive the pieces that i leave out&lt;br /&gt;i'm only interested in truths that i seek out&lt;br /&gt;and sparks of inspiration my creations might leak out&lt;br /&gt;been patient for a while quiet waiting for permission&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mission is to speak to the sincere who choose to listen&lt;br /&gt;given to give my heart through the words and the music&lt;br /&gt;from the grassroots in the trenches with the troops&lt;br /&gt;fighter for forgotten hearts and downtrodden youth&lt;br /&gt;champion of justice and conqueror of oppression&lt;br /&gt;enemy of ignorance and nemesis of obsession&lt;br /&gt;paladin of peace and destroyer of the weapons&lt;br /&gt;healer of the sick and surveyor of His blessings&lt;br /&gt;rider for the people seated firmly on the steed&lt;br /&gt;in opposition to the armies of lust, hate, and greed&lt;br /&gt;how many rising with me, how many casualties we need&lt;br /&gt;to recognize the acid eating us and spreading disease&lt;br /&gt;a humble soldier in His Shadow praying softly on my knees&lt;br /&gt;to send the strength to overcome the inner demons and lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-4886737741759541020?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/4886737741759541020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/marching-orders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4886737741759541020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/4886737741759541020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/05/marching-orders.html' title='marching orders'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-712953383599502744</id><published>2009-04-30T20:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:12:00.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>talk about integration</title><content type='html'>lately i've been thinking a lot about what it means to have an integrated approach to the many different aspects of life. that statement is kinda intentionally oxymoronic, because what i'm really trying to do is understand life as one coherent whole, in which various elements are organically connected rather than discrete categories such as: school, work, play, family life, religion, recreation, physical, spiritual, rational, emotional, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine sent me the following link to one of the talks on &lt;a href="http://ted.com/"&gt;TED.com&lt;/a&gt; of a woman speaking about a crochet project with implications for upper level math, environmental consciousness, the advancement of women and more.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; in a culture that is dominated by a predisposition to want to separate and divide things, it's encouraging and refreshing to find communities of people that are looking for the underlying order and unity in the universe. perhaps equally exciting is how much more profound our understanding of ourselves and the world around us seems to become when we do discover the unifying patterns in life, and find meaning in things we'd previously taken for granted. the potential to apply knowledge to the advancement of society appears to grow as we move away from abstractions and pure theory, and start to examine how various theories and phenomena actually play out in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll find this interesting too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/margaret_wertheim_crochets_the_coral_reef.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 84, 136);"&gt;http://www.ted.com/index.php/&lt;wbr&gt;talks/margaret_wertheim_&lt;wbr&gt;crochets_the_coral_reef.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-712953383599502744?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/712953383599502744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-about-integration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/712953383599502744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/712953383599502744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-about-integration.html' title='talk about integration'/><author><name>a yates</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720838033415459275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8opMSaPZsdI/Sf8smnnopvI/AAAAAAAAADE/qf--RthLnN8/S220/iphone+backup+044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902425830528104465.post-3098783864937168032</id><published>2009-04-30T15:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:14:18.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so you wanna be startin' somethin'</title><content type='html'>alright, the time has come for me to give in and embrace the inner author. i'm up in this blog thang now and we'll see how it goes. anybody who knows might remember my initial reaction when some of my friends started getting involved with blogging. at the time i was having a hard time figuring out why anyone should take time out their day just to read about mundane day-to-day activities of friends they probably see all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say my exposure to and understanding of the range of possibilities for how blogs can be used to connect and communicate with others was less than significant back then. something about it sort of reeked of rampant ego. i thought that if i was ever to delve into the "blogosphere" ( i'm sure i've heard that word used somewhere, but i'm fairly certain i don't really like it), that i'd have to have a strong theme or purpose to my posts.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've learned a lot since then, and must admit that my receptivity to this medium as a tool for participating in and influencing discourse has grown. at the same time i've shaken off the tendency to immediately assume that anybody reppin' their blog was dealing with some serious self-centeredness, and have come to appreciate that many bloggers are just sharing a piece of themselves with the world come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a process of learning seems to be a fairly common thread in life that is increasingly asserting itself on our consciousness on a daily basis. therefore, part of how i understand this blog is as part of my learning process. as i experience life there will be many people, landscapes, journeys, situations, books, songs, films, conversations, youtube clips, facebook statuses, myspace spams, etc that may prompt some reflection. from time to time i'll share some of my thoughts and feelings related to this crazy world and the struggle not just to live, but to thrive in it (i might ask if that's even possible, while the optimist inside screams that it must be). so that's what it is. to any friends upon whose blogging endeavor i've thrown salt in the past, you live and you learn (before your bridges burn - old 90's RnB song), you know i love you right? here we go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8902425830528104465-3098783864937168032?l=grassrootflute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/feeds/3098783864937168032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grassrootflute.blogspot.com/2009/04/intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8902425830528104465/posts/default/3098783864937168032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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