Waiting On the World to Change
1. Sustainability -Living sustainability means living off the earth’s natural income without depleting or degrading the natural capital that supplies it. This means that we can take from the Earth and use what is gives us without destroying it. I used it to show that people who fight for the environment aren’t against using what is here on the earth. They are trying to make it so that people after are grandchildren might have access to some of the basic thing we take advantage of: a blue sky, clean water, and ample supply of food.
2. The world gives to mankind all that it could ever want. We are positioned close enough to the sun to be warmed and well light to live our lives, and far enough away so that we don’t burn up under its immense heat. We have the perfect combination of gases so that we can breathe and grow food. It gave us enough resources to move into the modern age and develop contemporary technology. So why is it that when people ask you to do small things for the earth they act as if it has done nothing for it lately. We have lived in a fairly stable world our entire lives and have continual take what we need from the earth. So why can’t we take small steps to help make it so that our grandchildren can live in a world better than the one that we are in. People in our world see environmentalist as crazy people who are trying to take comforts away from the mass populace. But are the things they ask for that more difficult. You live your life without even thinking about the decisions that you make you could easily live environmentally friendly.
3. List:
1. “This is the moment at which we turn and face ourselves. Here, in the plastic corridors and crowded stalls, among impenetrable texts and withering procedures, humankind decides what it is and what it will become. It chooses whether to continue living as it has done, until it must make a wasteland of its home, or to stop and redefine itself. This is about much more than climate change. This is about us.” (George Monbiot, 2009. p. 33)
2. In recent months, three U.S. hospitals signed energy contracts that will save over $1.7 million in energy costs, provide them with up to 10 percent clean energy. The green energy will avoid 11,829 metric tons of CO2 being released to our atmosphere, which is equivalent to taking 2,052 cars off the road or not burning 56 railcars' worth of coal. Some of the human health benefits will include avoiding over 200 respiratory illnesses.
3. If every American home replaced just one light with an ENERGY STAR light, we would save enough energy to light more than 3 million homes for a year, about $700 million in annual energy costs, and prevent 9 billion pounds of greenhouse gas emissions per year, equivalent to the emissions of about 800,000 cars. (Light Bulbs (CFL))
4. The Earth is similar to your own mother she provide you with everything you need with a few earthquakes here and there and you go about your life mostly unaware of her own needs.
5. This is an example of a normal day where you make environmentally friendly chooses: You wake up in the morning to a house that you have heated to a warm 70 degrees and you wash up or shower without running the water for an excess of time. You then make breakfast get dressed turn off you energy fluorescent lights and leave for school or work. In those 5 steps you have done more to save the environment or live sustainably than anybody else has in their lives. Buying different light bulbs, turning down your heat some, not running water, and turning off the lights. These are steps that some people feel that are too much to ask when it comes to giving back to the earth. The next steps involve a little more work, solar cells to cut your light bill, or buying a hybrid car which gets you twice the gas millage, but are these steps really that much harder.
6. The problem of removing the United States from fossil fuels and generally toward a more Eco-friendly environment has been debated and comes down to a few major approaches. The first is government action creating laws and mandates that will in effect force the change to new technology because it will be more profitable for companies in the long run. Another approach is the consumer force; making products more available to the general public that will cut their cost and through word of mouth and experience spread into commonality. This is similar to the government approach in that if consumers demand products that fit certain standards then companies will be forced to create them or lose business to other companies. This can be seen as a better idea because it allows people to see that they are better off with eco-friendly products and lifestyles instead of having them forced upon them.
7. There are several things that will be changed if people one start believing that there is a problem. If this would happen people could make some of the small changes that are necessary to help fix the world. If they start making these small steps other people will be able to see that what is being asked of them is not as difficult as the propaganda has made it out to be. If this mass movement starts then if billions of people are doing these small actions then it amounts to a large positive impact on the world. The opposite direction is would cause a continuance of impractical uses of materials and resources until there is a backlash that will grab people’s attention: skin cancer in Australia, air and water quality in China, smog in Los Angeles.
8. “Thomas Jefferson once said that "each generation . . . has a right to choose for itself the form of government it believes most promotive of its own happiness; consequently, to accommodate to the circumstances in which it finds itself." A generation has passed and much has changed since the first Earth Day in 1970 awakened many Americans to the challenge of environmental issues and started the modern environmental movement. Carol Browner
This quote speaks volumes to the issue at hand. It is an attempt to show the America people that they have to make the choice to save the Earth and change the way America is run. If we as a people don’t tell government, by action and words that they need to change then it will never happen. We as American have a responsibility to use the information that has become available to us through things we take for granted such as Earth Day to drive our decisions in government and in our daily lives.
9. The actions being taken are going to do nothing. We as a country have been fine on fossil fuels for centuries. Scientist have said several times that the reserves of oil, coal, etc were going to run out years ago and the dates that they set have since past and we are still using those resources. A greater issue than even that who said that we are causing this great amount of damage to the environment. The earth has always gone through climate changes; I feel that it is arrogant of us to think that we have cause such a great change in our small existence on this planet.
10. Audiences (A) I understand the issue, but what can I do as individual to make any difference, especially a college student. Corey (C): Your most important job is to do what generations before you failed to do and learn about the issue, take small steps. (A): I feel like that isn’t doing anything to solve the issue so why should I even try. (C): If you read up on the research I’ve presented the smallest things can make a large effect, and if you’re informed you could convert 3 more people and so on. (A): To be truthful some days I think that this problem has been over publicized and isn’t that big of an issue. (C) Look, even if you don’t believe in Climate change you can’t ignore the fact that LA is covered in smog or that large parts of the NE are covered in acid rain. These are effects of our lifestyle and if we can fix these then we’ll begin to fix the bigger issues. (A): Okay, so what you’re saying is that I’m getting hung up on the big picture, I can’t find the trees because I’m looking at the forest. (C): For lack of a better analogy… yes
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
AutoBio 1st Draft
Corey Davis
03/01/2010
Sharon Marshall English Comp.
Autobiographical Essay
My life… I could sit here and give you dates and stories about how I was young and had a great childhood, but that doesn’t usually make for good stories. My life has always been more complex than that. Behind the Merry Christmas and gifts were always some catch 22. The realization that my Mom and Dad weren’t married, or even that I really could depend on my father because for months at a time my phone calls would go without being answered. Though this is all getting a head of myself. I think that you should know my background and then I can start my story at my freshman year of high school. Because at this point I think that I really became self aware.
My name is Corey Davis; I was born and raised in the Washington DC Metro area. I’m the youngest of two; my older sister’s name is Gabriele. My mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, great-aunt, and great-great aunt raised me. My father never lived with us but he was around in my life for burst of several months or sometimes years at a time before disappearing for a while from my life. I assume that I was a normal child; I had an obsession with video games and toys growing up. In middle school I had girl-friends and played sports, though more because my mom signed me up than because I wanted to. I loved music and had an obsession with being an artist for several years.
Now that you know a little about my child we can start with my life. I went to Gonzaga College High School. It’s like a mini College Campus nestled on the edge of one of the poorest neighborhoods in DC and the Capitol building. I knew that the next 4 years were going to be a challenge for me this school was an all boy’s campus and I was that one kid in middle school who just chilled with the girls. I never really had guys to hang around with my family had moved too much for me to pick up neighborhood friends. The only advantage, I was I had signed up for freshman football and being thrown together with ninety other guys in the middle of a humid DC summer could make worst enemies friends.
Football was the only thing that really dominated my life for the next two years. And it seemed that with every practice I seemed to get better. I was actually pretty good at it and it created a network that I could use in school I was never going to be a jock but this allowed me to be a part of something. When your 14 or 15 years old all you really want in life is to belong to something bigger than yourself. The only problem with my life was that I didn’t want to play football. I remember waking up late for my sophomore orientation and running around the house getting dress and then realizing that my dress shoes didn’t fit because my feet were swollen because of the three-a-day practices I had been doing for the last month. So my mother offered to drive me to my grandmothers so that I could find a pair of shoes that I left over there. And in the car ride over I just kind of lost it. Everything that I had wanted to say came out: how I only played football because I didn’t want to disappoint her and my Dad, how I dreaded going to school each day because I knew that I would have to go to practice afterwards. It had become something similar to a dead-end job in my opinion and I had no way out. It was the first time in years my mom had seen me cry and she knew that this had all been about not letting her down. And she told me to quit that if she had known it was doing this to me she would have never forced me into it. So what did I do, quit the team and then two weeks later after a long conversation with my father about the money he had spent on me I rejoined the team. I was first string offensive and defense, but I made it clear to everyone that I was not coming back next year. That in my mind I was paying my dad back and once we were even I was not going to it again.
Freshman and sophomore year in away were the best and worst years of my life. They piled on me the worst things that life could offer. I was living out of a one bedroom apartment with four people. I was doing things because I didn’t want to disappoint my family. And I was so scared about what the world think of what I really was that I was just nice to everyone. Its why to this day people still refer to me as a Teddy bear or a gentle giant. It was my coping mechanism. But they did show me what needed to change in my life. And were to serve as a reminder of the person I was growing out of. My world radically changed when I came back to school junior year. I was so tired of being something that I wasn’t that it hurt. So I started to delve into English and Music. I was reading a “Streetcar Named Desire” and “Sula”. I was listening to “Rent” and rediscovering “Lauryn Hill” and “Kanye West.” I was ready to speak and be heard. I was a 16 year old kid that for the first two years of high school had just had acquaintances I was ready to let somebody in. I had never even spent the night at a friend’s house it was sad.
It really all started with my friend Mike’s house. I can safely say that lived there for just about a year. It had gotten to the point that his mother was doing the laundry that I left over his house. Mike taught me to, for lack of a better word to “not give a fuck” which was a phrase that he used often. Mike then lead me to Danny who developed into another environment that Mike was never a part of, the club scene. Danny was the first person that I explored back rooms of clubs and DJ booths with. He was the first person to show me the grimy and beauty of alleys behind clubs. He just built up another side of the world that I never knew I would love.
All these relationships and interest were building parallel to each other and I could safely say that I was happier than I had been in years. They were the escape from the world that I had never had before. They also helped because around the same time that I had quit football I think my Dad decided to quit me. It seemed like without the outlet of sports he had no reason to be around. And I say no reason for me to be the bigger man and call him when the phone had always worked both ways. This all lead up to Kairos, which in my school is shrouded in mystery. So I decided to go on it. It lead me to my best friend Will. We as I have described to others as the other half of my soul. It was the beginning of the perfect friendship. He taught me so much about myself, and dragged into the world that I needed to see. How there was so much more than the main stream and that every city had a culture behind the culture.
And where was my family when all this happened, my had just let me go. It got the point where all I had to do was call and say I was safe that she would let me stay out. I asked her about this recently and she told me that she say the person that I had become, and she saw the person that I was trying to be and after how she shelter me that I needed my freedom now more than ever. And she also trusted me. When I was a kid a studied her bartender notes so I hadn’t had much experience but I knew how to drink and how to take care of myself etc.
03/01/2010
Sharon Marshall English Comp.
Autobiographical Essay
My life… I could sit here and give you dates and stories about how I was young and had a great childhood, but that doesn’t usually make for good stories. My life has always been more complex than that. Behind the Merry Christmas and gifts were always some catch 22. The realization that my Mom and Dad weren’t married, or even that I really could depend on my father because for months at a time my phone calls would go without being answered. Though this is all getting a head of myself. I think that you should know my background and then I can start my story at my freshman year of high school. Because at this point I think that I really became self aware.
My name is Corey Davis; I was born and raised in the Washington DC Metro area. I’m the youngest of two; my older sister’s name is Gabriele. My mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, great-aunt, and great-great aunt raised me. My father never lived with us but he was around in my life for burst of several months or sometimes years at a time before disappearing for a while from my life. I assume that I was a normal child; I had an obsession with video games and toys growing up. In middle school I had girl-friends and played sports, though more because my mom signed me up than because I wanted to. I loved music and had an obsession with being an artist for several years.
Now that you know a little about my child we can start with my life. I went to Gonzaga College High School. It’s like a mini College Campus nestled on the edge of one of the poorest neighborhoods in DC and the Capitol building. I knew that the next 4 years were going to be a challenge for me this school was an all boy’s campus and I was that one kid in middle school who just chilled with the girls. I never really had guys to hang around with my family had moved too much for me to pick up neighborhood friends. The only advantage, I was I had signed up for freshman football and being thrown together with ninety other guys in the middle of a humid DC summer could make worst enemies friends.
Football was the only thing that really dominated my life for the next two years. And it seemed that with every practice I seemed to get better. I was actually pretty good at it and it created a network that I could use in school I was never going to be a jock but this allowed me to be a part of something. When your 14 or 15 years old all you really want in life is to belong to something bigger than yourself. The only problem with my life was that I didn’t want to play football. I remember waking up late for my sophomore orientation and running around the house getting dress and then realizing that my dress shoes didn’t fit because my feet were swollen because of the three-a-day practices I had been doing for the last month. So my mother offered to drive me to my grandmothers so that I could find a pair of shoes that I left over there. And in the car ride over I just kind of lost it. Everything that I had wanted to say came out: how I only played football because I didn’t want to disappoint her and my Dad, how I dreaded going to school each day because I knew that I would have to go to practice afterwards. It had become something similar to a dead-end job in my opinion and I had no way out. It was the first time in years my mom had seen me cry and she knew that this had all been about not letting her down. And she told me to quit that if she had known it was doing this to me she would have never forced me into it. So what did I do, quit the team and then two weeks later after a long conversation with my father about the money he had spent on me I rejoined the team. I was first string offensive and defense, but I made it clear to everyone that I was not coming back next year. That in my mind I was paying my dad back and once we were even I was not going to it again.
Freshman and sophomore year in away were the best and worst years of my life. They piled on me the worst things that life could offer. I was living out of a one bedroom apartment with four people. I was doing things because I didn’t want to disappoint my family. And I was so scared about what the world think of what I really was that I was just nice to everyone. Its why to this day people still refer to me as a Teddy bear or a gentle giant. It was my coping mechanism. But they did show me what needed to change in my life. And were to serve as a reminder of the person I was growing out of. My world radically changed when I came back to school junior year. I was so tired of being something that I wasn’t that it hurt. So I started to delve into English and Music. I was reading a “Streetcar Named Desire” and “Sula”. I was listening to “Rent” and rediscovering “Lauryn Hill” and “Kanye West.” I was ready to speak and be heard. I was a 16 year old kid that for the first two years of high school had just had acquaintances I was ready to let somebody in. I had never even spent the night at a friend’s house it was sad.
It really all started with my friend Mike’s house. I can safely say that lived there for just about a year. It had gotten to the point that his mother was doing the laundry that I left over his house. Mike taught me to, for lack of a better word to “not give a fuck” which was a phrase that he used often. Mike then lead me to Danny who developed into another environment that Mike was never a part of, the club scene. Danny was the first person that I explored back rooms of clubs and DJ booths with. He was the first person to show me the grimy and beauty of alleys behind clubs. He just built up another side of the world that I never knew I would love.
All these relationships and interest were building parallel to each other and I could safely say that I was happier than I had been in years. They were the escape from the world that I had never had before. They also helped because around the same time that I had quit football I think my Dad decided to quit me. It seemed like without the outlet of sports he had no reason to be around. And I say no reason for me to be the bigger man and call him when the phone had always worked both ways. This all lead up to Kairos, which in my school is shrouded in mystery. So I decided to go on it. It lead me to my best friend Will. We as I have described to others as the other half of my soul. It was the beginning of the perfect friendship. He taught me so much about myself, and dragged into the world that I needed to see. How there was so much more than the main stream and that every city had a culture behind the culture.
And where was my family when all this happened, my had just let me go. It got the point where all I had to do was call and say I was safe that she would let me stay out. I asked her about this recently and she told me that she say the person that I had become, and she saw the person that I was trying to be and after how she shelter me that I needed my freedom now more than ever. And she also trusted me. When I was a kid a studied her bartender notes so I hadn’t had much experience but I knew how to drink and how to take care of myself etc.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Life Changing Experience---Back Alley Bules
Okay below is something that i wrote about my junior year of high school, so i decided to completely overhall it for this class because it is one of my biggest life changing experiences. It was first tie that I was able to accept the feelings for another person. And I tryed to make sure that it conveys the story and that the language doesnt hide what i want to say...
Leaves were laid to rest under our feet
Cigarettes butts presided
As we conversed.
An exchange in words
Outside my element.
Cold air surrounded us
Like coffins sealing
The light which we wanted revealed.
Smoke indistinguishable from each given breath,
Drag by drag
It burned my skin
this meaningless manipulation of words to speak.
Only this differs from the usual
Shredding of English to contrive a lie.
Honesty through an inch filter.
We were weak
supported by nothing more
Than brick walls.
False smiles and fake fronts had all crumbled.
It burned the true question.
How do I ask? Why am I so afraid of action?
More than just moving my lips
Something to clench your fists for
Effort to gaze past the oceans in his eyes,
Into something more than the superficial.
Finally
True contact
Marlboros never smelled sweeter and
Cotton never had more life between my fingers.
Anatomy meant nothing. I felt his soul.
Battered and beaten it was more than I had ever had.
Like phantom limbs I felt us
But in reality he gone
Never to be seen again, only missed
Leaves were laid to rest under our feet
Cigarettes butts presided
As we conversed.
An exchange in words
Outside my element.
Cold air surrounded us
Like coffins sealing
The light which we wanted revealed.
Smoke indistinguishable from each given breath,
Drag by drag
It burned my skin
this meaningless manipulation of words to speak.
Only this differs from the usual
Shredding of English to contrive a lie.
Honesty through an inch filter.
We were weak
supported by nothing more
Than brick walls.
False smiles and fake fronts had all crumbled.
It burned the true question.
How do I ask? Why am I so afraid of action?
More than just moving my lips
Something to clench your fists for
Effort to gaze past the oceans in his eyes,
Into something more than the superficial.
Finally
True contact
Marlboros never smelled sweeter and
Cotton never had more life between my fingers.
Anatomy meant nothing. I felt his soul.
Battered and beaten it was more than I had ever had.
Like phantom limbs I felt us
But in reality he gone
Never to be seen again, only missed
Free Write 02/09/2010
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference… before I discovered prayers like this and how to properly pray the rosary. Most times I prayed it was just saying this verbatim because I was told to. But when I discovered this pray for Serenity and how to pray the rosary they became a part of my thought process. Whenever things were falling apart in my life and literally there was no one to talk too about it without cause them undue stress. I would escape and pray the rosary. It had a meditative effect outside the connection with God I could actually empty my mind and when I was finish be able to see how things were and think about how I should react to them. The prayer for serenity came later and it allowed me to stop and think about m life on a smaller scale so that I wouldn’t just keep spinning my wheels and never actually accomplishing something in the world. These were my base as far as prayer. But I was taught so many more in my life and told to learn them that they were good for me to know without really understanding what they were or how I should even use them in life…
Have I ever directly to God???
Well the obvious answer would be Kairos and the last small group before the end. Where we were told to speak directly to God and ignore or forget that the physical world was around us. And somehow we all managed to do that and actually pour ourselves into space and reveal the damages that had been inflicted on our hearts so that God could help us heal them… but regardless of that once we released all that pain we had people to hold us together and 5 guys to support us once we came back from giving ourselves to “God.” The truth of the matter is they were God in action and what they did to help me at least can’t even be measured in leaps and bounds.
Have I ever directly to God???
Well the obvious answer would be Kairos and the last small group before the end. Where we were told to speak directly to God and ignore or forget that the physical world was around us. And somehow we all managed to do that and actually pour ourselves into space and reveal the damages that had been inflicted on our hearts so that God could help us heal them… but regardless of that once we released all that pain we had people to hold us together and 5 guys to support us once we came back from giving ourselves to “God.” The truth of the matter is they were God in action and what they did to help me at least can’t even be measured in leaps and bounds.
02/28/2010 Race. . .
What is ur race?
I black first and foremost, not only because that’s the first thing the world sees when I walk into a room but because I choose to be. Though black is a amalgamation of several races…
What do other people perceive you as a race?
When I walk into a room I’m a black man… an American version of an African American decent… Occasionally I get Caribbean or Dominican I’m not sure why but that what it usually boils down too.
What is ur gender???
I’m always been and always plan to be a male…. I’m perfectly comfortable with that it’s what life gave me and I’m extremely happy with that.
What's a stereotype?
It’s a basic assumption about a group of people based on some loose basic of fact. Its takes all the individuals of that group and generalized them into a set category, class, liking.
Make a list of stereotypes associated with your group, gender, etc.
Black –Light skinned
• Loud
• Musical take revolve around Hip-hop, Rap, R&B
• Good at sports
• Superior to other darker skinned individuals.
• Light fried chicken
• Baptist
How accurate to the stereotypes to you as a person??
Generally I’m loud depending on the situation. I love R&B and Hip-hop but they are just a small tip of my musical taste which revolves far from this base. I used to be good at sports but if you put me on any kinda field today I’m pretty sure that I would embarrass myself depending on the sport. I have never thought that I was above anybody. Also I’m definitely Roman Catholic.
Do you ever stereotype others??
Yes I do stereotype others, but I never act on those thoughts they are strictly thoughts. I try to make my interaction with other as uniform as possible and just be me. But it does happen and I’ve have done it before.
Do you believe that racism and sexism exists in America??
Oh hell yes the exist, people judge and limit other people based on these preconceived notions every day. Jokes and off hand comments are through around all the time and even if you don’t take them to heart the fact that you produce them means that they have crossed your mind on several occasions. People believe that if you are of a certain race you can’t understand some abstract content….
Does this question make you uncomfortable??
Not at all…. This question has been taught to me from a very young age and I’ve been able to see the progress to our country as far as race issues and can see where we are today…people see this as some abstract comment that does apply to the world today but it happens every day and people have become blind to it “ignorance is bliss” I guess but I rather see the evils of the world and know what is out there.
Are you are racist or a sexist????
Nope I don’t think so, I think that the fact that I have come to terms with the fact that I have these preconceived notion and stereotypes makes me okay. I think sense of know that I have these thought s that I can change my actions it the acting upon these feelings that make me a racist.
Who is a racist or a sexist??
I believe that people who act upon their belief in stereotypes or let those beliefs rule what the y do are. You are a free thinking g individual and should be able to think outside of them. I you choose not to I believe that you are a racist. If you can’t judge the individual outside of the whole general group I think that something is wrong with you.
How does your teachers race, class, gender, ethnicity influence your learning??
Yo cant sum it up into one big yes or no because its goes on a very strict case by case basis…
I black first and foremost, not only because that’s the first thing the world sees when I walk into a room but because I choose to be. Though black is a amalgamation of several races…
What do other people perceive you as a race?
When I walk into a room I’m a black man… an American version of an African American decent… Occasionally I get Caribbean or Dominican I’m not sure why but that what it usually boils down too.
What is ur gender???
I’m always been and always plan to be a male…. I’m perfectly comfortable with that it’s what life gave me and I’m extremely happy with that.
What's a stereotype?
It’s a basic assumption about a group of people based on some loose basic of fact. Its takes all the individuals of that group and generalized them into a set category, class, liking.
Make a list of stereotypes associated with your group, gender, etc.
Black –Light skinned
• Loud
• Musical take revolve around Hip-hop, Rap, R&B
• Good at sports
• Superior to other darker skinned individuals.
• Light fried chicken
• Baptist
How accurate to the stereotypes to you as a person??
Generally I’m loud depending on the situation. I love R&B and Hip-hop but they are just a small tip of my musical taste which revolves far from this base. I used to be good at sports but if you put me on any kinda field today I’m pretty sure that I would embarrass myself depending on the sport. I have never thought that I was above anybody. Also I’m definitely Roman Catholic.
Do you ever stereotype others??
Yes I do stereotype others, but I never act on those thoughts they are strictly thoughts. I try to make my interaction with other as uniform as possible and just be me. But it does happen and I’ve have done it before.
Do you believe that racism and sexism exists in America??
Oh hell yes the exist, people judge and limit other people based on these preconceived notions every day. Jokes and off hand comments are through around all the time and even if you don’t take them to heart the fact that you produce them means that they have crossed your mind on several occasions. People believe that if you are of a certain race you can’t understand some abstract content….
Does this question make you uncomfortable??
Not at all…. This question has been taught to me from a very young age and I’ve been able to see the progress to our country as far as race issues and can see where we are today…people see this as some abstract comment that does apply to the world today but it happens every day and people have become blind to it “ignorance is bliss” I guess but I rather see the evils of the world and know what is out there.
Are you are racist or a sexist????
Nope I don’t think so, I think that the fact that I have come to terms with the fact that I have these preconceived notion and stereotypes makes me okay. I think sense of know that I have these thought s that I can change my actions it the acting upon these feelings that make me a racist.
Who is a racist or a sexist??
I believe that people who act upon their belief in stereotypes or let those beliefs rule what the y do are. You are a free thinking g individual and should be able to think outside of them. I you choose not to I believe that you are a racist. If you can’t judge the individual outside of the whole general group I think that something is wrong with you.
How does your teachers race, class, gender, ethnicity influence your learning??
Yo cant sum it up into one big yes or no because its goes on a very strict case by case basis…
02/18/2010
Lean on me if you need a friend, because I’m going to need somebody to lean on …. That song has gotten me through this morning along with several other variations of gospel and pop. I just needed something with energy and life because I have been dragging more than usual… idk its jus this week is the rebound of last week and the snowpocalyspe that occurred all over the east coast. And somehow directly affected my state of mind and ability to function well within society. I guess I had way too much time to be by myself and think or whatever but it just got me in a loll. It doesn’t matter though because if everything goes well this weekend is going to be amazing and ridic and completely soul fulfilling I’ll drag the world by storm. Its whatever… though recently this whole self identify has been driving me crazy I don’t like being labeled or sub categorized my identify is my own and no one else’s.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Rant
What is it to be indie?? Or better yet what is it to be black????
Do you have the answer… think about it… now that you’ve got that image in your head why it is that everyone thinks everything that is indie is not black…
Why is it that when I’m on the subway listening to “I Want to be a Minority”, people think that I’m the “American Idiot”.
Why can’t I have a “Panic at the Disco!” And Listen to “Fall Out Boy”… am I an “All American reject”. Why is it when I rock out to “When Love Takes Over” people tell me to “Chase Pavements”…
I am not black because I listen to more than just hip hop and R&B.
Black people invented rock music… pop music is a direct descendent of our own culture…
Why does it matter?…
do you think I’m white washed… blinded by the white lights that is America
Should I be thinking about “If I Ruled the World” or seeing if my heart is still in Zion. I know about “Bonita Applebum” and all that “Flava in Your Ear”. Should I be worried about “not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me therefore he doesn’t exist… so poof…vamoose son of a”- so of a wait a minute… I thought indie was short for independent.
Independent of color, race, creed, orientation, style…
And on that last note, about style just because I don’t wear clothes from American apparel mostly because they wouldn’t know a XXL if it bit them does not mean I’m not indie. I can still rock the chucks can’t I??
Anyway back to my main point the definition of independent is as follows: not subject to control by others; not affiliated with a larger controlling unit.
People what does that mean!!
Indie is not black… Indie is not white… Indie is you and me… independent of each other and independent of what the world thinks.
What is Indie… I think I’ll let you
Do you have the answer… think about it… now that you’ve got that image in your head why it is that everyone thinks everything that is indie is not black…
Why is it that when I’m on the subway listening to “I Want to be a Minority”, people think that I’m the “American Idiot”.
Why can’t I have a “Panic at the Disco!” And Listen to “Fall Out Boy”… am I an “All American reject”. Why is it when I rock out to “When Love Takes Over” people tell me to “Chase Pavements”…
I am not black because I listen to more than just hip hop and R&B.
Black people invented rock music… pop music is a direct descendent of our own culture…
Why does it matter?…
do you think I’m white washed… blinded by the white lights that is America
Should I be thinking about “If I Ruled the World” or seeing if my heart is still in Zion. I know about “Bonita Applebum” and all that “Flava in Your Ear”. Should I be worried about “not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me therefore he doesn’t exist… so poof…vamoose son of a”- so of a wait a minute… I thought indie was short for independent.
Independent of color, race, creed, orientation, style…
And on that last note, about style just because I don’t wear clothes from American apparel mostly because they wouldn’t know a XXL if it bit them does not mean I’m not indie. I can still rock the chucks can’t I??
Anyway back to my main point the definition of independent is as follows: not subject to control by others; not affiliated with a larger controlling unit.
People what does that mean!!
Indie is not black… Indie is not white… Indie is you and me… independent of each other and independent of what the world thinks.
What is Indie… I think I’ll let you
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