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Stretching the Mind about Racism

2017/01/22

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A friend sent me this image and honestly wanted to know if I considered this racist, and why. My brain went down the rabbit hole, and this is what I came up with as an answer.

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The Fault in Our Election

2016/11/09

We live in the same country we did before the election, the only difference is that all of the things we mistakenly tried to keep hidden in the dark corners of our lives are now out in the open for the whole world to see, and where we can no longer pretend that they never existed. The division, the division of the haves and have nots, the division of the educated and the uneducated, the division of religion, the division of race, the division of sex. We have to admit that we have allowed these things to continue to thrive in the dark, because we were too afraid to admit these things might be growing within ourselves as well. And we have to admit that we have failed to believe in the most sacred of the texts in our constitution, “We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity…” Their Posterity has failed to keep this promise. We have failed to uphold our duties as Americans. We made this happen with our neglect. The fault belongs to us.

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Hiatus is Over

2016/03/29

I really suck as this blog thing, but I’m hoping to turn that around. To celebrate the return, I will share with you something I wrote as part of a Superbowl bet with some friends. This is 100% fiction, based on a prompt given by the person who won the bet.

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Well, that didn’t go like I planned at all…

2014/11/27

Huh… Has it really been eleven months without a single post? Sheesh! That’s just all kinds of wrong.

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2013 in Reflection…

2013/12/25

…and what lies ahead.

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Seeing Humanity

2013/07/13

Most days I am assaulted with examples of the worst of human nature, through the news and stories from the lives of people I know, and it often leaves me in despair for our future. But then something happens, usually something small, that gives me a glimpse of hope. This time it was something huge.
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The “Weird Kid” Speaks

2013/06/17

When I say I was a weird kid…I’m really not exaggerating. Reading Shakespeare Sonnets and WWII Socio-Political history books in 4th Grade was just portion of what set me apart from my “peers.” Music also had a huge impact on how difficult it was for me to relate to a lot of people my own age.

My uncle introduced me to the Southern & Album Rock of the 70s, my grandfather’s hi-fi set was my entry into the world of Jazz and Big Band, my mother’s 45s were the source of my fascination with 50s Hit Parade and Rockabilly, and my little “Solid State” transistor radio only seemed capable of picking up one station, no matter where I put it, and one grounded afternoon in my bedroom at the age of 8 started me down the Country road. Add to this my fascination with movie scores, John Phillip Sousa, and the symphony shows at the Kennedy Center…and you arrive at a very strange 12/13 year old girl at the slumber parties. The only Jacksons I had listened to by 1983 were the Jackson 5 singing “Rockin’ Robin” & “ABC.”

Thankfully for me, I had some awesome friends, and a new radio. Shawn introduced me to KISS when we were kids out in the Boondocks, so it wasn’t hard to get into the Hair Bands of the 80s. One of the guys in the drum corps got me totally hooked on the sound of the synthesizer, so the Wave of the 80s was a natural step. My friend Joiey introduced me to two things, better radio in Colorado (KPKE & KBCO), and her boyfriend’s band. The hours we spent exploring ALL that music had to offer put me in a MUCH better spot by the time I got to high school (and made me a frequent visitor to Wax Trax back in the day).

But don’t get me wrong, I was still a weird kid. I was just a more well-rounded weird by the time I hit high school. It was nothing for me to talk Whitesnake & RATT with folks who really should not have been in the smoking area with the volume of Aqua-Net on their heads, or Sex Pistols and The Clash with someone whose hair was taller than I am, even if they were 6 inches shorter. And I could follow the conversation when caught in a gaggle of cheerleaders gushing about the latest Duran Duran video, and who was going to camp out to get tickets if their tour came through Denver. I could also tell when our Maria in “The Sound of Music” was so off-key she was messing with the strong section’s ability to accompany her for “The Hills Are Alive…” And I took my brothers and sister to a Nylons concert at the Paramount, because 50s Hit Parade was still dear to my heart.

While being a weird kid did have some difficult social implications (you are not supposed to get along with Jocks, Theatre Geeks, Brainiacs, and Stoners…all at the same time – it makes everyone nervous, apparently), I think it gave me a better view of the 80s than the average person. It certainly gives me a FANTASTIC soundtrack for my adolescent years. 😀

 

NOTE: And we didn’t even touch on my weirder tastes in music… Yeah, at 43, I’m still a weird kid. LOL Yeah, I’m also trying to get back to my blog again, so hopefully this won’t be the last one.

 

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