Conclusion…
Gosh, we got back late on the 15. It has been 5 days and I still do not know what to say. I feel like I have soo much I could say about this absolutely amazing trip. It helped me a lot and was the best [educational] experience I could hope for honestly. I have grown from it and my perspectives have certainly developed or completely changed even. I got caught “thinking sociologically” and that thrilled me. This way of seeing the world for more than just a simple black and white can be exhausting and disheartening sometimes. But then I only have to look somewhere else to find something that makes my heart soar. The good and the bad. The two together are what makes America so enticing for me.
I am drinking cucumber water currently. Before we left I hated cucumbers. Now I like the things so much I even want my water to taste like them sometimes! This is just an example of how I have changed ;). I feel like I will be realizing just how big of impact this has had on me for a long time, which makes me happy. I do know that this trip would not have been nearly as fabulous and sensational if the people who accompanied were not with me. So to them thank you so very much I enjoyed it greatly.
Oh another thing, the mayor of Rossford, Ohio told use that with this great experience comes great responsibility. I think this is very true. I also think that someone should find a way of telling American’s the truth about our country. Not just fixing the historical misconceptions like some books have done but also telling of what is the reality in the places where some may never go. Education that takes place within schools, growing up, does not cut it. I learned that first hand with so many of the experiences I had. So that means that if the institution is not working than an individual needs to work on it. I would love to say that individual was me but I don’t think I can sadly enough. Maybe I need a partner. Any advice or suggestions on this topic would be appreciated greatly.
A thanks also needs to go out to my readers! I hope you enjoyed them and I apologize if some were slaughtered from my tangents or unclear. I hate proof-reading:)
Last but not least I must acknowledge my professors Ken and Andi. Thanks does not seem like enough. They put up with a lot and did a lot and I am incredibly grateful. Thank you both so much!!
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P.s. I sort of like this blogging thing so be prepared for me to sometimes post something random on here. I am thinking once I am done drowning myself in papers I may explain to whoever cares why my new room is a wonderful mix of colors that do not ‘technically’ match ;)… Really.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I Hear a Lovely Sound
Music has played various roles in my life. It can allow me to exhibit a variety of emotions. For this trip it calmed me and helped me find my center one the days when I thought I might have just crashed or cracked. One very important song along the way was Nickel Creek’s “The Lighthouse’s Tale.” This song I originally listen too just because I adore Nickel Creek. However when I started listening oto the lyrics I found it was very relate-able to America! Who knew?!
Instead of the word lighthouse one can substitute the word America. And while this is completely corny (I am the reigning queen of all things corny and lame) it works really well. You find a song that can work as a metaphor. Now I must admit after realizing this I was kind of sad since this song was supposed to work as my escape. But still it does hold some irony. Here are the lyrics. See what you think. I will break down the metaphor that it holds for me post lyrics.
"The Lighthouse's Tale"
-Nickel Creek
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.
I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past.
I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts.
I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea.
We had grown closer, 'till his joy meant everything to me.
And he was to marry, a girl who shone with beauty and light.
And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into night.
[Chorus:]
And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.
She'd had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return.
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned.
He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wave.
In me so helpless, as dashed against the rock she met her end.
[Chorus]
Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the SHORE.
He kissed her cold face, that they'd be together soon he'd swore.
I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand.
And then he climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me he ran.
[Chorus]
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.
America is worn and has been ravaged by the weather and waves of time. It has prevailed all though and can tell her story. Aka history. **Why his-story.. why wasn’t it her-story?** This lamp/history warns the citizens now of what things can happen if the right choices are not made.
The keeper is of course the American citizens. When all is said and done happiness for our fellow person is what we want. Just like the lighthouse. :)
And this is stretching but.. a girl who’s beauty shone through. That could just potentially be the “American Dream”.. May be? I mean American’s do love it and what it stands for. That iconic dream of happiness, prosperity and love. Maybe I am trying too hard with that one. Hehe
From there the song gets a little bit more down. But still it kind of works. With “watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wave.” American’s are watching as this dream gets battered daily in the crazy life that is led by people today. While the Keeper could not save the beauty in the song may be the American people can have better luck with the saving of the American Dream for all people.
Instead of the word lighthouse one can substitute the word America. And while this is completely corny (I am the reigning queen of all things corny and lame) it works really well. You find a song that can work as a metaphor. Now I must admit after realizing this I was kind of sad since this song was supposed to work as my escape. But still it does hold some irony. Here are the lyrics. See what you think. I will break down the metaphor that it holds for me post lyrics.
"The Lighthouse's Tale"
-Nickel Creek
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way.
I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past.
I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts.
I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea.
We had grown closer, 'till his joy meant everything to me.
And he was to marry, a girl who shone with beauty and light.
And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into night.
[Chorus:]
And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.
She'd had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return.
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned.
He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wave.
In me so helpless, as dashed against the rock she met her end.
[Chorus]
Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the SHORE.
He kissed her cold face, that they'd be together soon he'd swore.
I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand.
And then he climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me he ran.
[Chorus]
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves.
And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way.
America is worn and has been ravaged by the weather and waves of time. It has prevailed all though and can tell her story. Aka history. **Why his-story.. why wasn’t it her-story?** This lamp/history warns the citizens now of what things can happen if the right choices are not made.
The keeper is of course the American citizens. When all is said and done happiness for our fellow person is what we want. Just like the lighthouse. :)
And this is stretching but.. a girl who’s beauty shone through. That could just potentially be the “American Dream”.. May be? I mean American’s do love it and what it stands for. That iconic dream of happiness, prosperity and love. Maybe I am trying too hard with that one. Hehe
From there the song gets a little bit more down. But still it kind of works. With “watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wave.” American’s are watching as this dream gets battered daily in the crazy life that is led by people today. While the Keeper could not save the beauty in the song may be the American people can have better luck with the saving of the American Dream for all people.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Take me out... Outside that is. Silly
National Parks
Ken Burns is releasing a documentary titled “The National Parks: America’s Best Ideas”. After visiting a few of America’s most famous parks I must say that they are the forgotten gold mines of America. The American people are no longer seeking these slower pace destinations at nearly the volumes that was once popular. This could be reflective on a variety of issues that have arisen in the 21st century. Perhaps the progressive change (for the worst) work week that allows for more hours working, lower pay (in proportion to the increases in expenses for living), and minimal vacation time. Or maybe it goes back the car industry and the chaos that we saw in Detriot; plus, the lack of people moving like they used to do so with automobiles. Whatever it may be it makes me sad. Being outside in nature offers some fantastic benefits. But being outside in some of the most beautiful places on our country is even more impressive upon a person.
Every year on Thanksgiving and Christmas my family bundles up, no matter what state or city we live in and goes for a walk. Usually these walks lead us through the woods and property but sometimes we walked the new subdivision that was quickly replacing the woods. The combination though of family and the outdoors is powerful. We may leave the house all flustered from the hassle that the holidays bring but we always return cheery and ready for coffee, leftovers, and a few more precious hours together. The time is simple but gives a lot in the sense of happiness.
Now I wonder how much could be gained from going outside to the woods of a national park with the people you love for a few days. I think a lot. Maybe then we would not have the frantic pace in our steps so much or if we did at least I could find some peace of mind by excusing it as someone going to enjoy life and not to rush it always.
Ken Burns is releasing a documentary titled “The National Parks: America’s Best Ideas”. After visiting a few of America’s most famous parks I must say that they are the forgotten gold mines of America. The American people are no longer seeking these slower pace destinations at nearly the volumes that was once popular. This could be reflective on a variety of issues that have arisen in the 21st century. Perhaps the progressive change (for the worst) work week that allows for more hours working, lower pay (in proportion to the increases in expenses for living), and minimal vacation time. Or maybe it goes back the car industry and the chaos that we saw in Detriot; plus, the lack of people moving like they used to do so with automobiles. Whatever it may be it makes me sad. Being outside in nature offers some fantastic benefits. But being outside in some of the most beautiful places on our country is even more impressive upon a person.
Every year on Thanksgiving and Christmas my family bundles up, no matter what state or city we live in and goes for a walk. Usually these walks lead us through the woods and property but sometimes we walked the new subdivision that was quickly replacing the woods. The combination though of family and the outdoors is powerful. We may leave the house all flustered from the hassle that the holidays bring but we always return cheery and ready for coffee, leftovers, and a few more precious hours together. The time is simple but gives a lot in the sense of happiness.
Now I wonder how much could be gained from going outside to the woods of a national park with the people you love for a few days. I think a lot. Maybe then we would not have the frantic pace in our steps so much or if we did at least I could find some peace of mind by excusing it as someone going to enjoy life and not to rush it always.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
This is What?
Saint Augustine, Florida
Where do two roads meet? Where does education meet vacation? Can it? When did people decide that vacations were less about the personal gain and more about the materialistic ones? These were some the questions that popped into my head as a small group of us had the pleasure of talking to Sherry.
In Saint Augustine the group once again saw the portrayal of a certain kind of history. The kind where details are given in depth (repetitively), other details are shaded over, while the remainders are not acknowledged at all. This is what American history is all about. It reminds me of some foreign dance. You think you finally figured it out and the pieces are out in the open. Then you realize that half the puzzle is conveniently missing. But what is even more absurd is that we the people do not demand that all of the pieces be given to us in the very beginning. In fact we are almost relieved sometimes when they are not. For example, today we went to Mission Nombre’ de Dios. The place gave remembrance to the establishing of the first Catholic mission parish… Yay. It recognized the great fact that the Spaniards came here and were so very giving that they shared one of their most valued possessions, their religion. Which is a powerful thing and if that was all they did I could probably respect them a lot. But, it is not. First they failed their fellow people of today by not telling them the whole truth. Secondly, they failed me personally by the way in which they “shared” their religion to the Native Americans.
We demand our “criminals” to tell the whole truth and nothing else. We do not demand this of our storytellers and historians. Instead we feel warm and fuzzy when they do not. The Mission had this plaque that told of the 40+ missions they created in the new land. It even had this nice little picture. It portrayed a Father of the church with a little Native American boy (the gender thing is important too, do not overlook it). Later on this evening I learned that this plaque left out much in its commemoration. I am a student this is what I am supposed to be looking for. Just think about its impact on the many people who just take it for its face value without ever gaining any other additional information or perspectives. The, plaque failed to mention that prior to ‘sharing’ their religion and converting these people (converting… do we really want to convert, can’t we find strength in our differences? And by converting do we not completely eliminate something else…). Anyways that is a tangent to avoid currently. So before this converting took place the Native Americans had already endured a lot. They had been captured, imprisoned, and enslaved while others were just killed.
I liked St. Augustine, can you tell? No, honestly I did. It was a nice town. It is just like every other American town though. We fail to face our true history for its best and worst. This lack of embracing the entire truth can be a weakness. Especially when people are going to these important places and no longer are they recognizing their significance in American culture for all its complexities. Instead our culture is being altered to not include whole truths but rather t-shirts with cheesy designs on them.
Where do two roads meet? Where does education meet vacation? Can it? When did people decide that vacations were less about the personal gain and more about the materialistic ones? These were some the questions that popped into my head as a small group of us had the pleasure of talking to Sherry.
In Saint Augustine the group once again saw the portrayal of a certain kind of history. The kind where details are given in depth (repetitively), other details are shaded over, while the remainders are not acknowledged at all. This is what American history is all about. It reminds me of some foreign dance. You think you finally figured it out and the pieces are out in the open. Then you realize that half the puzzle is conveniently missing. But what is even more absurd is that we the people do not demand that all of the pieces be given to us in the very beginning. In fact we are almost relieved sometimes when they are not. For example, today we went to Mission Nombre’ de Dios. The place gave remembrance to the establishing of the first Catholic mission parish… Yay. It recognized the great fact that the Spaniards came here and were so very giving that they shared one of their most valued possessions, their religion. Which is a powerful thing and if that was all they did I could probably respect them a lot. But, it is not. First they failed their fellow people of today by not telling them the whole truth. Secondly, they failed me personally by the way in which they “shared” their religion to the Native Americans.
We demand our “criminals” to tell the whole truth and nothing else. We do not demand this of our storytellers and historians. Instead we feel warm and fuzzy when they do not. The Mission had this plaque that told of the 40+ missions they created in the new land. It even had this nice little picture. It portrayed a Father of the church with a little Native American boy (the gender thing is important too, do not overlook it). Later on this evening I learned that this plaque left out much in its commemoration. I am a student this is what I am supposed to be looking for. Just think about its impact on the many people who just take it for its face value without ever gaining any other additional information or perspectives. The, plaque failed to mention that prior to ‘sharing’ their religion and converting these people (converting… do we really want to convert, can’t we find strength in our differences? And by converting do we not completely eliminate something else…). Anyways that is a tangent to avoid currently. So before this converting took place the Native Americans had already endured a lot. They had been captured, imprisoned, and enslaved while others were just killed.
I liked St. Augustine, can you tell? No, honestly I did. It was a nice town. It is just like every other American town though. We fail to face our true history for its best and worst. This lack of embracing the entire truth can be a weakness. Especially when people are going to these important places and no longer are they recognizing their significance in American culture for all its complexities. Instead our culture is being altered to not include whole truths but rather t-shirts with cheesy designs on them.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Show me the Way
Charleston, South Carolina
I have no clue what to say about this place. I have sat here for 10 minutes now pondering what to write…
I got it: the way that class is portrayed with invisible lines that are evident but not completely clear in nearly every neighborhood and city that comes to mind. We were first introduced to this concept on the very first day when we did a driving tour of some of the various neighborhoods in Memphis. Now some 35+ days later I still find this occurring. In Charleston today it was just as true. First we had the market. This was a place that drew a collective bunch of people. What I would call an enjoyable mix of tourist and locals.
Then continue driving and two blocks later I find my surroundings to consist of Starbucks and Louis Vuitton! I like to think that this was a gradual change, but let’s be honest 2 blocks does not really allow for that kind of extreme transformation. So instead of a gradual change you experience this “invisible line .” It seems to be the habit that they start with the upper, middle class place on the perimeter of these areas. Now, do not be fooled, this is very strategic. Firstly, it establishes who should and should not continue down this route. After all if you cannot afford an outfit from Talbots and a highly commercialized and caffeinated beverage from some lovely coffee franchise then you probably cannot appreciate the even finer things like, $1000 purses that are in the center of this shopping island.
However, Williamsburg offers the even more different neighborhood. This one is the kind that people refer to as the “projects”. A.k.a the area where you end up if you miss that ever important left turn to the the upper class boutiques and stores. While it seems unlikely to occur, I can easily understand how it does. After all these two areas only have a couple blocks separating them too! Once again you experience the invisible line. No where do see a nice sign saying welcome neither to the overpriced shopping area nor for the “poor neighborhood”. It is all very contextual. A person just seems to know. How mysterious.
It is funny when you enter a new state you are always welcomed with the extravagant and unnecessary signs welcoming you. Seriously, they are under appreciated though. Many of us have become oblivious to the entering and exiting of one place to another. It is something that is taken for advantage of greatly in America. The ability to travel is something that is very American. I in fact have been so very privileged as to experience the power of it firsthand. However, with this ease and accessibility people are somehow, weirdly numb to the differences between various environments. They may recognize that they may not feel safe or something of the sort but rarely do we question why, who or what are you afraid from, and the truly most important question: how to change it. I believe this is incredibly important and something that people need to work on. May be if people did this we would not be so frightened to make a wrong turn every once in a while.
I have no clue what to say about this place. I have sat here for 10 minutes now pondering what to write…
I got it: the way that class is portrayed with invisible lines that are evident but not completely clear in nearly every neighborhood and city that comes to mind. We were first introduced to this concept on the very first day when we did a driving tour of some of the various neighborhoods in Memphis. Now some 35+ days later I still find this occurring. In Charleston today it was just as true. First we had the market. This was a place that drew a collective bunch of people. What I would call an enjoyable mix of tourist and locals.
Then continue driving and two blocks later I find my surroundings to consist of Starbucks and Louis Vuitton! I like to think that this was a gradual change, but let’s be honest 2 blocks does not really allow for that kind of extreme transformation. So instead of a gradual change you experience this “invisible line .” It seems to be the habit that they start with the upper, middle class place on the perimeter of these areas. Now, do not be fooled, this is very strategic. Firstly, it establishes who should and should not continue down this route. After all if you cannot afford an outfit from Talbots and a highly commercialized and caffeinated beverage from some lovely coffee franchise then you probably cannot appreciate the even finer things like, $1000 purses that are in the center of this shopping island.
However, Williamsburg offers the even more different neighborhood. This one is the kind that people refer to as the “projects”. A.k.a the area where you end up if you miss that ever important left turn to the the upper class boutiques and stores. While it seems unlikely to occur, I can easily understand how it does. After all these two areas only have a couple blocks separating them too! Once again you experience the invisible line. No where do see a nice sign saying welcome neither to the overpriced shopping area nor for the “poor neighborhood”. It is all very contextual. A person just seems to know. How mysterious.
It is funny when you enter a new state you are always welcomed with the extravagant and unnecessary signs welcoming you. Seriously, they are under appreciated though. Many of us have become oblivious to the entering and exiting of one place to another. It is something that is taken for advantage of greatly in America. The ability to travel is something that is very American. I in fact have been so very privileged as to experience the power of it firsthand. However, with this ease and accessibility people are somehow, weirdly numb to the differences between various environments. They may recognize that they may not feel safe or something of the sort but rarely do we question why, who or what are you afraid from, and the truly most important question: how to change it. I believe this is incredibly important and something that people need to work on. May be if people did this we would not be so frightened to make a wrong turn every once in a while.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
A Reaction that Speaks of Complexity
Washington, D.C.
“Secure the blessings of liberty”
Liberty is a key component to the American experience. It is something that many if not all of us hold dear to our hearts and recognize as a freedom that we all should have. However, being here, in this great nation’s capitol, has made me question what does it mean on an individual level, a group level, or an entire nation to have liberty? Better yet how does one judge the difference between possessing the right to liberty and the use of it?
One aspect that I will focus on for this blog is women’s right. :) According to a basic look at women’s’ suffrage we are free, and we (should) have all the same rights as a man does… Right? I am not so sure, especially after what I have seen and experienced in the past couple of days. In various places I have seen women fulfilling the roles of secretary, receptionist, and other similar level jobs. The most obvious question is why? Why are women playing the role of caretaker, still?! Especially in the capitol.
**Now before I continue on this train of thought let me just say that I am not trying to bash per say on America and the government. That is totally not the point I am trying to make. Instead I am simply pointing out what I think as some issues that could find better solutions and ways to fully enable equality.**
In Washington women were the most prevalent gender in office positions. Now I wonder a few things. First and foremost what does that say about the roles that we are playing in society. You can take it in two ways. One is that these roles of interns are highly competitive and the females are just kicking the guys butt. This view is empowering. Then though you have the compare/contrast view. Comparing the role that women play in the offices opposed to the ones that men play. In a hierarchical scale women would appear to play a lower level. We are filing papers while the guys (for the majority) are signing those same papers.
Next I consider what ever could be the explanation for this occurrence. Do women find these positions fulfilling and maximizing of their liberties? Are they/we taking advantage of what in paper is a free and equal system to its max. or are they settling for the free world that exists within speech. Settling sucks, I hope this is not the case. Not only because it disappoints me but because we would be disappointing the suffragists that fought so hard for equal liberties between the sexes and future generations of women.
Time for more clarification. The Preamble of the Constitution says, “secure the blessings of liberty for ourselves.” So in text it appears that American’s wish equal liberties for all people. But it is important to realize that all is no where within that statement. Instead groups of people have to fight years to achieve an amendment in the constitution to achieve in having their group become part of the greater but undefined “people”. This is true for African Americans, Native Americans, women, and more currently homosexuals. Then once this takes place it is said that the aforementioned group then has equal rights. This though does not always find truth in the actions of our fellow peoples. I am completely believe in the volume that actions speak as opposed to the words. Actions will always have greater strength for me than mere words.
The next day in Washington we were oh so lucky to have a tour of the capitol… Ugh so much to say on that. It will wait though because it is not relevant to this subject. Now I was still hoping for some sign that women were really on the same level as men in this important city. However I did not find that. We went into the House of Representatives Gallery. Exciting… Not. Annoying… Yes. It was almost completely filled with white, middle-older aged men. The diversity was barely existent. I think I could count the number of women on one hand, maybe two but that is pushing it. And the ethnic differences I know could be accounted for with one hand. It made me sad. This is a country that is founded on diversity within its citizens. However the ruling power does not properly reflect this at all. In fact it pretty much disregards it. You still have a similar make up of governmental officials that you would find 10, 50, or a 100 years ago.
Liberties exist in America. I know and believe this. I just have a hard time accepting that this is how little progress we have made. Due to this though it makes me even more motivated to be active with the position and opportunities that I hold.
“Secure the blessings of liberty”
Liberty is a key component to the American experience. It is something that many if not all of us hold dear to our hearts and recognize as a freedom that we all should have. However, being here, in this great nation’s capitol, has made me question what does it mean on an individual level, a group level, or an entire nation to have liberty? Better yet how does one judge the difference between possessing the right to liberty and the use of it?
One aspect that I will focus on for this blog is women’s right. :) According to a basic look at women’s’ suffrage we are free, and we (should) have all the same rights as a man does… Right? I am not so sure, especially after what I have seen and experienced in the past couple of days. In various places I have seen women fulfilling the roles of secretary, receptionist, and other similar level jobs. The most obvious question is why? Why are women playing the role of caretaker, still?! Especially in the capitol.
**Now before I continue on this train of thought let me just say that I am not trying to bash per say on America and the government. That is totally not the point I am trying to make. Instead I am simply pointing out what I think as some issues that could find better solutions and ways to fully enable equality.**
In Washington women were the most prevalent gender in office positions. Now I wonder a few things. First and foremost what does that say about the roles that we are playing in society. You can take it in two ways. One is that these roles of interns are highly competitive and the females are just kicking the guys butt. This view is empowering. Then though you have the compare/contrast view. Comparing the role that women play in the offices opposed to the ones that men play. In a hierarchical scale women would appear to play a lower level. We are filing papers while the guys (for the majority) are signing those same papers.
Next I consider what ever could be the explanation for this occurrence. Do women find these positions fulfilling and maximizing of their liberties? Are they/we taking advantage of what in paper is a free and equal system to its max. or are they settling for the free world that exists within speech. Settling sucks, I hope this is not the case. Not only because it disappoints me but because we would be disappointing the suffragists that fought so hard for equal liberties between the sexes and future generations of women.
Time for more clarification. The Preamble of the Constitution says, “secure the blessings of liberty for ourselves.” So in text it appears that American’s wish equal liberties for all people. But it is important to realize that all is no where within that statement. Instead groups of people have to fight years to achieve an amendment in the constitution to achieve in having their group become part of the greater but undefined “people”. This is true for African Americans, Native Americans, women, and more currently homosexuals. Then once this takes place it is said that the aforementioned group then has equal rights. This though does not always find truth in the actions of our fellow peoples. I am completely believe in the volume that actions speak as opposed to the words. Actions will always have greater strength for me than mere words.
The next day in Washington we were oh so lucky to have a tour of the capitol… Ugh so much to say on that. It will wait though because it is not relevant to this subject. Now I was still hoping for some sign that women were really on the same level as men in this important city. However I did not find that. We went into the House of Representatives Gallery. Exciting… Not. Annoying… Yes. It was almost completely filled with white, middle-older aged men. The diversity was barely existent. I think I could count the number of women on one hand, maybe two but that is pushing it. And the ethnic differences I know could be accounted for with one hand. It made me sad. This is a country that is founded on diversity within its citizens. However the ruling power does not properly reflect this at all. In fact it pretty much disregards it. You still have a similar make up of governmental officials that you would find 10, 50, or a 100 years ago.
Liberties exist in America. I know and believe this. I just have a hard time accepting that this is how little progress we have made. Due to this though it makes me even more motivated to be active with the position and opportunities that I hold.
America's Lucky Penny
I haven’t ever really thought much about Lincoln. I know that may sound terrible in some way, but he just was not ever really on my radar. In school we would just breeze by him when we spent our two days on the civil war. So when prompted to reflect on him I really have to make an effort to stop and think about the fellow.
When we were at the Lincoln Memorial in D.C. I got some mixed emotions. The amount of people at 9 oclock was pretty shocking. However, I got the feeling of faux pas interest. They are interested in the memorial, not so much the person. They wanted that facebook or myspace picture to prove they were there and that was about it. I would say may be 15% of the visitors actually read the inscriptions on the walls to the left and right of the huge statue.
America is proud of some of her history and those parts that make the cut are highlighted. Like Lincoln. However, Lincoln is great because of the things he did… most especially in relation to slavery. He went against a lot of people in his desire to abolish slavery, but I don’t know. Slavery was an American invented thing in the first place. It reflects way back to the Native American’s enslaving their captives from battle. We created our own monster honestly. It was only right that we would eventually have to slay it too. Lincoln happened to be the face of the time when that took place. I am sounding bitter now. I am sorry. I really think he was awesome but I cannot say that I have the same kind of interest in him as others.
I did get sad and disgusted though when so many of my fellow people did not stop for acknowledgement of the events that surrounded this man. They were phenomenal no doubt and changed America greatly.
When we were at the Lincoln Memorial in D.C. I got some mixed emotions. The amount of people at 9 oclock was pretty shocking. However, I got the feeling of faux pas interest. They are interested in the memorial, not so much the person. They wanted that facebook or myspace picture to prove they were there and that was about it. I would say may be 15% of the visitors actually read the inscriptions on the walls to the left and right of the huge statue.
America is proud of some of her history and those parts that make the cut are highlighted. Like Lincoln. However, Lincoln is great because of the things he did… most especially in relation to slavery. He went against a lot of people in his desire to abolish slavery, but I don’t know. Slavery was an American invented thing in the first place. It reflects way back to the Native American’s enslaving their captives from battle. We created our own monster honestly. It was only right that we would eventually have to slay it too. Lincoln happened to be the face of the time when that took place. I am sounding bitter now. I am sorry. I really think he was awesome but I cannot say that I have the same kind of interest in him as others.
I did get sad and disgusted though when so many of my fellow people did not stop for acknowledgement of the events that surrounded this man. They were phenomenal no doubt and changed America greatly.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Mr. Superstar
Presidency in America
The cliché but common dream of a child in America is to be president one day. I was one of those kids :) What about the people who really are? This year we saw the changing of president’s and it was a powerful thing in many ways, yet it was also frustrating too. The relationship between president and citizens is incredibly interesting.
The relationship is controlled by two things. The first controller is the media that takes place in many ways. I recognized this during the campaigning during this past election. It is obnoxious and exhausting. We hear little bits over and over. So by the amount of ways they tell you something you feel like you have something really. Where actually all you have is the same sound bite in like 20 different ways. So then you still have to wonder which way is legit?
The other controller in this relationship is the rest of politicians. Which… I saw firsthand, is typically upper class, white guys. :/ So then you have a major imbalance. And these people will be wanting your votes again in a few years so they will work either for or against the president’s image depending on their party affiliation. Le sigh. This is so complicated and yet appears basic in its foundations.
With Obama you have a very strange thing occurring. The press have super-starred him. This has had two things happen. The positive is that you have had what I consider to be a greater interest in the President. This is great. Not enough people are active within this sphere so the change of tone has aided the increase in this. Then though you have the negative. This being the fact that the role of president has been reduced from it’s incredibly and serious role to something much different. Instead of seeing this man as the leader of your country you see him as the guy next door and who, according to the press, has a dog… This could be problem forming I believe. Who knows though, I guess time shall tell.
The cliché but common dream of a child in America is to be president one day. I was one of those kids :) What about the people who really are? This year we saw the changing of president’s and it was a powerful thing in many ways, yet it was also frustrating too. The relationship between president and citizens is incredibly interesting.
The relationship is controlled by two things. The first controller is the media that takes place in many ways. I recognized this during the campaigning during this past election. It is obnoxious and exhausting. We hear little bits over and over. So by the amount of ways they tell you something you feel like you have something really. Where actually all you have is the same sound bite in like 20 different ways. So then you still have to wonder which way is legit?
The other controller in this relationship is the rest of politicians. Which… I saw firsthand, is typically upper class, white guys. :/ So then you have a major imbalance. And these people will be wanting your votes again in a few years so they will work either for or against the president’s image depending on their party affiliation. Le sigh. This is so complicated and yet appears basic in its foundations.
With Obama you have a very strange thing occurring. The press have super-starred him. This has had two things happen. The positive is that you have had what I consider to be a greater interest in the President. This is great. Not enough people are active within this sphere so the change of tone has aided the increase in this. Then though you have the negative. This being the fact that the role of president has been reduced from it’s incredibly and serious role to something much different. Instead of seeing this man as the leader of your country you see him as the guy next door and who, according to the press, has a dog… This could be problem forming I believe. Who knows though, I guess time shall tell.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
My Dear Country
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
I try my best to be at least a semi-clean person and have a pretty good record as such. Dirtiness that is unnecessary grosses me out. So on that train of thought it would not be a big surprise to say that I did not originally find Philly to be very likable… do not lose faith though. I found my grey cloud’s silver lining before the day was out. What the city did not offer me in appearances it made up for with its people.
This evening we had dinner with some truly fantastic people. They gave me insight into the life that is attainable if I (or any other person) so decide to live it. Not through Mission Year specifically but through the simple, yet genuine giving of yourself to those who need it, especially your fellow neighbor. I think that may be the thing that is America’s glue, the gift of giving. It makes me think back the childhood book “The Giving Tree” (a classic.) I always found it to be sad but at the same time I always enjoyed it. Is the tree selfless and very giving or taken advantage of? Are Americans like that? Are they selfless or selfish? Would we be the boy or the tree? I keep debating and dang it if I don’t see the both instead either or.
I believe the take and give of the situation over all is what strengthens America and her people. Each plays a significant role. Without the need for giving or the act of giving the other could not be recognized. Society is like that, as well.
For example today we started the day at Liberty Hall. Liberty-> that one idea has impacted Americans’ throughout the ages. Without the realization that freedoms were needed no one would have given their lives to attain such. But upon gaining such freedom for the white man, Americans’ once again had to give more to get the freedoms for other races, genders, and now sexualities. You give your heart to a cause to get change. You give your heart to a community to get unity.
I try my best to be at least a semi-clean person and have a pretty good record as such. Dirtiness that is unnecessary grosses me out. So on that train of thought it would not be a big surprise to say that I did not originally find Philly to be very likable… do not lose faith though. I found my grey cloud’s silver lining before the day was out. What the city did not offer me in appearances it made up for with its people.
This evening we had dinner with some truly fantastic people. They gave me insight into the life that is attainable if I (or any other person) so decide to live it. Not through Mission Year specifically but through the simple, yet genuine giving of yourself to those who need it, especially your fellow neighbor. I think that may be the thing that is America’s glue, the gift of giving. It makes me think back the childhood book “The Giving Tree” (a classic.) I always found it to be sad but at the same time I always enjoyed it. Is the tree selfless and very giving or taken advantage of? Are Americans like that? Are they selfless or selfish? Would we be the boy or the tree? I keep debating and dang it if I don’t see the both instead either or.
I believe the take and give of the situation over all is what strengthens America and her people. Each plays a significant role. Without the need for giving or the act of giving the other could not be recognized. Society is like that, as well.
For example today we started the day at Liberty Hall. Liberty-> that one idea has impacted Americans’ throughout the ages. Without the realization that freedoms were needed no one would have given their lives to attain such. But upon gaining such freedom for the white man, Americans’ once again had to give more to get the freedoms for other races, genders, and now sexualities. You give your heart to a cause to get change. You give your heart to a community to get unity.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
What is beyond the map?
New York, New York.
New York has offered an array of experiences for me. I believe the most recent and impressionable one was when a group of us went to the Bronx for a salsa concert. This was a neighborhood that I immediately felt out of place. It was not that the people were rude or any similar thing. It was more of a mentality that I personally had that was limiting to the experience. Do not get me wrong, we really were out of place in most fashions. But in the end we are all just people. How different can we be. We have the dreams, hopes, love, and fears. We are united in ways.
The neighborhood was unique. The citizens at the show were all enjoying the experience but were still aware of us entering into the area. It was one of the tmimes when i honestly did feel like the outsider. We experienced curious glances but that was all. When we were leaving the women that we asked for directions were helpful and very friendly. Just people.
From the Bronx we took the subway to Grand Central Station… How very different these two places were. There were only seven stops between the two but it was like they were on completely different planes of reality. After the 2nd and definitely the 3rd stop a person could visibly see the demographics of the area changing.
In the Grand Central a person was immediately overwhelmed with all the motion going on. People were once again speed walking or running to places. The dancing to live music had been replaced with the chaos that was closely linked to the constant announcements of train arrivals and departures.
We were weary travelers so we decided to rest our feet and sit on the floor in the main hall. Less than 10 minutes later we were informed by the guards (who drove a golf cart across the hall.. 25+/- feet) that we could not sit there because it put us in danger! That is ridiculous. It was a huge lobby, space was by no means a concern. People were sitting along the walls with legs stretched out and such; where it would be easy to trip over them but they were save... and out of the way.
It all went back to appearance. It did not look good to have 4 college students sitting in the middle of the hall, it did not look right to have us in the Bronx… We place so much emphasis on appearance.
The people walk these streets with a veil over their faces. Then though they dress in impressive ways, may it be business or casual. However the most valuable source of expression, their faces, they do not use to its full potential at all. What a dreadful shame. I am rambling. It is time for bed. Chao.
P.s./F.y.i. The Bronx neighborhood does not make it on to the visitor's map that is available to tourists. Once again appearance plays a role. Bronx... not the ideal image so instead of even giving people information to decide for themselves they assume upon themselves not to, for our safety. Aren't we fortunate. We may have freedoms but we can't decide make informed decisions about where to go or where to sit.
New York has offered an array of experiences for me. I believe the most recent and impressionable one was when a group of us went to the Bronx for a salsa concert. This was a neighborhood that I immediately felt out of place. It was not that the people were rude or any similar thing. It was more of a mentality that I personally had that was limiting to the experience. Do not get me wrong, we really were out of place in most fashions. But in the end we are all just people. How different can we be. We have the dreams, hopes, love, and fears. We are united in ways.
The neighborhood was unique. The citizens at the show were all enjoying the experience but were still aware of us entering into the area. It was one of the tmimes when i honestly did feel like the outsider. We experienced curious glances but that was all. When we were leaving the women that we asked for directions were helpful and very friendly. Just people.
From the Bronx we took the subway to Grand Central Station… How very different these two places were. There were only seven stops between the two but it was like they were on completely different planes of reality. After the 2nd and definitely the 3rd stop a person could visibly see the demographics of the area changing.
In the Grand Central a person was immediately overwhelmed with all the motion going on. People were once again speed walking or running to places. The dancing to live music had been replaced with the chaos that was closely linked to the constant announcements of train arrivals and departures.
We were weary travelers so we decided to rest our feet and sit on the floor in the main hall. Less than 10 minutes later we were informed by the guards (who drove a golf cart across the hall.. 25+/- feet) that we could not sit there because it put us in danger! That is ridiculous. It was a huge lobby, space was by no means a concern. People were sitting along the walls with legs stretched out and such; where it would be easy to trip over them but they were save... and out of the way.
It all went back to appearance. It did not look good to have 4 college students sitting in the middle of the hall, it did not look right to have us in the Bronx… We place so much emphasis on appearance.
The people walk these streets with a veil over their faces. Then though they dress in impressive ways, may it be business or casual. However the most valuable source of expression, their faces, they do not use to its full potential at all. What a dreadful shame. I am rambling. It is time for bed. Chao.
P.s./F.y.i. The Bronx neighborhood does not make it on to the visitor's map that is available to tourists. Once again appearance plays a role. Bronx... not the ideal image so instead of even giving people information to decide for themselves they assume upon themselves not to, for our safety. Aren't we fortunate. We may have freedoms but we can't decide make informed decisions about where to go or where to sit.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Food For Thought
Boston, Mass.
During this trip we have broken bread with many amazing people and shared fantastic experiences in doing so. While all of these have been rewarding I have not decided to blog about them as the “American experience meal.” Today however, I had that meal. I realized that for me this meal was not about the kind of food I consumed, but rather the environment and the meaning that I gained from it. This took place in Little Italy here in Boston. Cory and I went and ate at Café Pompei. The food was not amazing but the setting made it so much better. We sat across from the Freedom Trail and were surrounded by a charming mix of natives and tourist.
Being on the street just people watching was delightful for all of my senses. I could smell the food, the street, and even the people as pleasant and unpleasant that can be. I saw the families that were filled with diversity of age and appearance. Also there was a beautiful backdrop for all of this to take place around. The buildings were all so very old. At one point Cory and I even considered all the stories that had been lived out within them. How fascinating. So many stories, thoughts, emotions, and occurrences take place around us with such little acknowledgment, if any.
I could feel the slight coolness mixed with the heat and the thud that occurred every time someone stepped on the metal grate under my chair. The sounds were a feast for anyone’s ears. The variety of languages, laughter, horns honking, and even the light panting of the passing dogs. Such little and insignificant things, but all were incredibly important because each one was essential to the weaving of the fabric of this special and unique experience that I had.
I think that this is reflected to the larger image of what America is. We have many stories; not just one from a specific ethnic group. Instead one for each and every person. Sometimes they are not heard, respected, or recognized in society, but they are still very much a part of what America is.
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During this trip we have broken bread with many amazing people and shared fantastic experiences in doing so. While all of these have been rewarding I have not decided to blog about them as the “American experience meal.” Today however, I had that meal. I realized that for me this meal was not about the kind of food I consumed, but rather the environment and the meaning that I gained from it. This took place in Little Italy here in Boston. Cory and I went and ate at Café Pompei. The food was not amazing but the setting made it so much better. We sat across from the Freedom Trail and were surrounded by a charming mix of natives and tourist.
Being on the street just people watching was delightful for all of my senses. I could smell the food, the street, and even the people as pleasant and unpleasant that can be. I saw the families that were filled with diversity of age and appearance. Also there was a beautiful backdrop for all of this to take place around. The buildings were all so very old. At one point Cory and I even considered all the stories that had been lived out within them. How fascinating. So many stories, thoughts, emotions, and occurrences take place around us with such little acknowledgment, if any.
I could feel the slight coolness mixed with the heat and the thud that occurred every time someone stepped on the metal grate under my chair. The sounds were a feast for anyone’s ears. The variety of languages, laughter, horns honking, and even the light panting of the passing dogs. Such little and insignificant things, but all were incredibly important because each one was essential to the weaving of the fabric of this special and unique experience that I had.
I think that this is reflected to the larger image of what America is. We have many stories; not just one from a specific ethnic group. Instead one for each and every person. Sometimes they are not heard, respected, or recognized in society, but they are still very much a part of what America is.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Relax. Breathe in the Good.
Niagara Falls, New York
Do you remember grade school? You would go and the days were long but great fun. You got to partake in all these new and great things, but since you were still a beginner in the whole education process you did not immediately recognize that while doing all those great things you were learning very valuable life lessons... Well, that is kind of like what we are experiencing on this trip. We are having all these great adventures but since this is still a class experience we are also learning and stimulating our minds in ways that we don’t even recognize at first sometimes.
If you continue down memory lane for a bit longer you will also recall the thrill that any kind of break held for you. No matter if it was a week for Christmas or just an early release/ half day. Today was one of those delightful days for the crew. A break! We slept in later and some of us even ate a real breakfast! Later on we visited Niagara Falls and had class in the shade of trees where we could still feel the mist at times. It was a nice change for us mentally and physically.
A problem that we have found present not only on this trip but within many Americans’ lifes is the struggle between quantity vs. quality. The fact that we have to intentionally plan a day to do a minimal amount of things speaks volumes about the culture that we live in. Why should pure exhaustion be the commanding force of when a person should to take a break? The work and rewards system is a complex one no doubt. At one point in the day I spoke to a woman who said her family took their vacation to Niagara Falls…every other year. Now I did not ask the reason for this, maybe it was financially based or maybe it was rooted in the modern ideologies of tirelessly working; either way this reflects back to greater forces.
While I may have qualms with the reconstruction of desirable vacation locations I still believe them (and simple breaks) to be a valuable aspect to any person’s life. They help ground us and to put our goals, family, friends, and so many other things into perspective. So while today could have held many more events I think it was a great relief and wise decision to lay low instead.
Do you remember grade school? You would go and the days were long but great fun. You got to partake in all these new and great things, but since you were still a beginner in the whole education process you did not immediately recognize that while doing all those great things you were learning very valuable life lessons... Well, that is kind of like what we are experiencing on this trip. We are having all these great adventures but since this is still a class experience we are also learning and stimulating our minds in ways that we don’t even recognize at first sometimes.
If you continue down memory lane for a bit longer you will also recall the thrill that any kind of break held for you. No matter if it was a week for Christmas or just an early release/ half day. Today was one of those delightful days for the crew. A break! We slept in later and some of us even ate a real breakfast! Later on we visited Niagara Falls and had class in the shade of trees where we could still feel the mist at times. It was a nice change for us mentally and physically.
A problem that we have found present not only on this trip but within many Americans’ lifes is the struggle between quantity vs. quality. The fact that we have to intentionally plan a day to do a minimal amount of things speaks volumes about the culture that we live in. Why should pure exhaustion be the commanding force of when a person should to take a break? The work and rewards system is a complex one no doubt. At one point in the day I spoke to a woman who said her family took their vacation to Niagara Falls…every other year. Now I did not ask the reason for this, maybe it was financially based or maybe it was rooted in the modern ideologies of tirelessly working; either way this reflects back to greater forces.
While I may have qualms with the reconstruction of desirable vacation locations I still believe them (and simple breaks) to be a valuable aspect to any person’s life. They help ground us and to put our goals, family, friends, and so many other things into perspective. So while today could have held many more events I think it was a great relief and wise decision to lay low instead.
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