The least we can do, for an innocent death or harm, is honor it by being better people and doing better things. - Josh Crary, The Boston Blind Runner

4.15.13: What a Day.


A week and a day later I am still in disbelief to have been present and bare witness to the chaos of two bombs, and plumes of white smoke, and the smell of gun powder, and the aural saturation of sirens, and law enforcement and first responders spilling in from everywhere, every direction, and the confusion the confusion the confusion. What a day.


The grandstand fell, a commemorative cannon, an F-18 flyover, gunshots don’t sound like that, that those were bomb explosions, that people lost limbs, that people may have died (three did), that friends may be hurt or worse, that there were more yet to be detonated bombs, that safety is an illusion… What a day.


Now that the fog of confusion has lifted what remains is an eerie stillness and sobering thoughts: That life really can change in an instant. That there are simply no guarantees. What a day.


I am encouraged by the core of the injured. They are resilience, they are power, they are strength personified. Like the woman who lost both legs and shared that at least she will never have shin splints again. lol She made me smile. What a day it was for her.


This has been a tough year for me for so many reasons. But tough is relative or so I really learned on that day. For weeks my heart and mind were bound with a sadness, a fear, a frustration like I’ve never felt before. I was only alive, going through the motions of waking up getting dressed, going to work, coming home, and over… And then: what a day.


On a day where others lost their limbs and three lost their lives, I came to life. Those explosions were like heart paddles that pumped electrodes of gratitude into my soul. What a fucking day.


Don’t get me wrong, with all that I am I’d rather turn back the hands of time and change the day’s trajectory. I’d rather, after another little bit (since the person I was there to see was at mile 20), have made the last block and a half walk to the intersection of Boylston and Dartmouth with my friends to see my friend who was running cross the finish line. I’d rather that have been the rush of the day. I’d rather that little boy, and those two young ladies, and all the limbs lost be firmly back in their rightful places just as they were at 2:49pm on Monday, 4.15.13.  What a damn day.


It’s tough to believe that I can ever be bereft of a life force ever again. But if I am, please remind me to read this blog post and remember. Please remind me to read Josh’s blog post, I Put My Running Shoes On for You , and remember: where we were and what happened that day. Remember that, as Josh says, “The least we can do, for an innocent death or harm, is honor it by being better people and doing better things.” And to do that we have to live the notion - the ideal - that friendship, and family and community, and love are EVERYTHING. We have to live that. 4.15.13: what a day.

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Creativity is contagious. Pass it on. — Albert Einstein
My promise to myself is to contribute to Astroland at least once per month. I use the Hi Future Self iphone app as a tool to hold true to that promise. On the 2nd day of each month I receive a simple yet bold message, “CREATE,” because that’s my real promise to myself: to (on a regular basis) make something that did not exist before I made it (Gaiman).

Since linking each Astroland post to pop culture is a goal, as I’m listening to the radio, watching tv, reading magazines, etc, I collect random thoughts about what my next blog will be in an Evernote notebook specifically for that purpose. In just over a year I’ve amassed so many notes on a range of topics…

However, a funny thing is, when I sit down to write I rarely go with any of them. Usually I end up writing about something completely different - that I’d not previously imagined. Even today that is happening right now. — Due to this week’s amazing life dream realized, this was to be my definitive post on DMB!? — But that doesn’t mean the notes as a process are futile. Perhaps they are just a way to clear my mind of clutter so that what is in my heart can come through?!

Thank you Universe.

“The world is but a canvas to the imagination.”  — Henry David Thoreau

“Everyone who’s ever taken a shower has had an idea. It’s the person who gets out of the shower, dries off and does something about it who makes a difference.” — Nolan Bushnell

Remember that time I was in the official #DMBMercy video!?! =D (1:02 w/ the pinwheel) Best part is this song is the TRUTH! #honored

The Underclass on Martha’s Vineyard: Notes on The Wire

I’m coming down from an amazing week. Life is always good. But sometimes it’s damn good and that’s how this week’s been. Last night I went with my bf to see Bruce Springsteen for my first time ever. I’m not (or wasn’t) a huge fan but my bf is. Suffice it to say, after only the first five songs I was completely blown away and humming a new tune. Jersey represent!

Earlier in the week my bf and I went to Martha’s Vineyard for a few days. While we waited for the Steamship Authority in Falmouth, my bf recognized Jamie Hector who played Marlo Stanfield on The Wire waiting too. My bf uses The Wire in his classes (he’s a prep school English teacher) so he said hello to Jamie and shared how much he loved the show.

Then my bf and I spent four amazing days on the Vineyard that culminated in attending the Hutchins Forum at the Old Whaling Church (OWC) in Edgartown hosted by Skip Gates and moderated by Charlayne Hunter Gault. This year’s topic: When Work Disappears, Equality and Opportunity in the African American Community. Panelists included Harvard Professor of Economics Roland G. Fryer, Jr; Civil Rights Attorney and founder of the Advancement Project Constance L. Rice; creator of The Wire and Treme David Simon; and President Emeritus of Harvard and former member of the Obama administration Larry Summers.

As we awaited the doors of the OWC to open we, once again, ran into Jamie Hector who was attending the forum with his very beautiful and very sleepy three year old daughter. We shared a bench with Jamie and immediately launched into conversation about our time on the Vineyard. It was Jamie’s first time out and he was taken, as my bf and I are each year, with the number of African American families out and about, living it up, doing our thing there. Jamie’s reason for being there was to attend an Obama fundraiser with the cast of The Wire. Jamie stayed with a prominent African American family* who shared with him our folks history with the Vineyard. My bf who is also very familiar with the history, expanded on it and also shared information about the role that elite prep schools play in that world by being feeder schools to the Ivy’s. We also chatted a bit about films.

My bf and I are huge movie addicts and for the last two years we were on the Vineyard for the Run & Shoot Filmworks African-American Film Festival and attended a few screenings. This year we went out a week later due to schedule conflicts but thank goodness for that because it meant we were there to attend the Hutchins forum.

Just before the Old Whaling Church doors opened, a few additional cast members of The Wire, including the creator, David Simon, rolled up and Jamie introduced us to them. One The Wire cast member in attendance, Andre Royo, is also in the film G which my bf also uses in his classes.  That lead to more interesting conversation.

When the doors to the church opened we went our separate way from Jamie and The Wire cast and found seats with a wonderful older gentleman who is a professor of African American Studies at a SUNY school. As the panelists settled on stage, Skip Gates made his way down the aisle greeting folks, giving hugs, and shaking hands including those of my bf and myself.

I’ll write more about the forum in another post or perhaps in a full paper - it absolutely deserves its own space. For now I’ll leave you with a few intriguing paraphrased comments made by forum panelists:

From his introductory comments: Poverty is disheartening but loss of work is destructive to communities. -Skip Gates

The Wire is the best portrayal of underclass life that I’ve ever seen. -Constance L. Rice

On the past and present state of the underclass: The Underclass are living as they are because there is no economic incentive to stop it from happening. -David Simon

Reiterating a comment from Roland G. Fryer, Jr: What Roland meant is that barriers breaking down do not come from the top. Rather they come from communities, from the people, like the people at this forum. -Larry Summers

*Unless until I find that Jamie has shared that families identity publicly, they’ll remain anonymous in Astroland.





it8bit:

Happy 4th!
8-bit Independence - by Steven Lefcourt


A day late, but I luv this!

it8bit:

Happy 4th!

8-bit Independence - by Steven Lefcourt

A day late, but I luv this!

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Except that I was there, and I have pics and vids to prove it, and Chris as a witness, I am in utter disbelief that tonight really happened. It really really did. I felt like I was dreaming the whole time. What a performance! Chris cannot argue the point with me this time that ‘they don’t make them like they use to.’ Oh that voice. No hyperbole, it truly soothes my soul. Tonight is in my life ‘top five moments.’

Except that I was there, and I have pics and vids to prove it, and Chris as a witness, I am in utter disbelief that tonight really happened. It really really did. I felt like I was dreaming the whole time. What a performance! Chris cannot argue the point with me this time that ‘they don’t make them like they use to.’ Oh that voice. No hyperbole, it truly soothes my soul. Tonight is in my life ‘top five moments.’

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Another Pleasant Valley Saturday with the Beastie Boys


I don’t want Astroland to turn into a tribute to artists who’ve passed. But every now and again a passing is just too personally significant to just let go without a mention here in my universe. I missed the boat on blogging about Davey Jones of the Monkees. Had I blogged about them upon Davey’s passing, I would have included stories of visits to the dentist to get my retainer adjusted, and of my childhood best friend and her little sister who lived directly across the street from me, as well as a nod to the video game Asteroids. Trust me it would have all come together in the end.
 
So I’m writing today because my heart has been crazy heavy since Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys, best known as MCA, passed just a few weeks ago.
 
Of the Beastie Boys, I know their songs well and get hype whenever I’m out and about or driving in the car and hear them, but I wasn’t ever a huge fan. So why am I so motivated to write about them now? Why, since MCA’s passing, have I watched Horseplay, an unauthorized Beastie Boys documentary, searched the web for reference to the group to learn more about their story, and laid claim to my office’s recent edition of Rolling Stone magazine with MCA on the cover? In three words: because I remember…
 
I vaguely remember a time before MTV - and then the summer MTV dropped and everything changed. Of that I mostly remember Aha’s “Take On Me.” I just loved loved loved that video and couldn’t get enough of it. But it took MTV some time to warm up to the rap thing… 
 
With a lot more clarity I remember coming home after school to Video Music Box where Special Ed, Public Enemy, Kurtis Blow and the Beastie Boys were daily staples of the regular programming.
 
I remember mourning the senseless killing of BDP’s Scott “La Rock.” We shared a birthday. That incident predates Pac’s untimely death by 11 years and Biggie’s by 10.
 
I remember hopping in the car with my older cousin Randy, he lived with my family for a few years back in the early 80’s, and my older brother Ty, he was in his early teens at the time, and heading to the RKO on route 17 (where they would dare play Our films) and being transfixed for 97 minutes with the sites and sounds of Krush Groove.
 
If receiving Michael Jackson’s Thriller as a gift for my 6th birthday was the number one most significant foundational music moment of my life, then watching Breakin, learning to scratch on my brother’s turntables, and making up rhymes to gain access to the Sega or ColecoVision, and listening to Biz and Boogie Down Productions and Eric B. and Rakim and the Beastie Boys in the mid 80’s is the second.
 
                                       Because I Remember
 
…Due to work being crazy busy as well as getting the flu, I hadn’t been able to attend the hot yoga class that I love in weeks. My preferred class is called Prana 2 Music where typically the instructor plays atmospheric indie rock for the duration of the workout. Last week I decided that, no matter what, I was going to hot yoga on this past Thursday evening because my mind and body desperately needed it. Then on this past Wednesday, I went online to confirm the time of the class so that I could plan my Thursday’s schedule accordingly, and I learned that specific class was 75 minutes instead of 60 minutes. I much prefer the latter. That extra 15 minutes is beast. I went back and forth all day Thursday and, with a heavy heart, finally decided that I would just wait until my usual 60 minute Prana 2 Music class on Saturday morning.
 
Saturday arrived and I made my way to class. The day was crazy rainy and crazy cold but I made my way to the yoga studio anyway. After signing-in, taking off my shoes, and hanging up my raincoat, I proceeded down the hall to the farthest studio in the building. It was comforting to open the studio door and be met with a wall of humidity and the 90+ degree temperature of the room. I’d missed that feeling. I found a spot along the wall just a few rows back, because I’m not that good, but not all the way in the back, because I’m not that bad either, and I prepared my area with my yoga mat and towel. I was a few minutes early so I settled into a relaxing pose and waited for the class to begin.
 
About seven minutes passed when the instructor came in the room, closed the door behind her, dimmed the lights, and began the music. In that soothing measured yogic voice she introduced the day’s workout by saying, “I’ve been preparing for this class for weeks. The theme for today is ‘No Sleep Till Winchester.’* From there she launched her 100% Beastie Boys playlist that would be our music for the day. Suffice it to say I felt the Universe ensured I’d be in attendance on that specific day, with that specific instructor, at that specific class.
 
Throughout the workout I wondered, what Beastie Boys song would the instructor use for Shavasana? I just could not figure out which of their songs would be appropriate energetically speaking. My best guess was that the instructor would play a non Beastie Boys song to close the day however she was one step ahead (click the cassette to play).
 
                                                   

                              License to Ill cassette

                                 
 
RIP MCA
 
*Winchester is the city in which I attend hot yoga.  

“Creativity is inventing, experimenting, growing, taking risks, breaking rules, making mistakes, and having fun.” — Mary Lou Cook

Astroland is My Soapbox: The Hunger Games and & Race in America

Formerly titled: “The Day Two of My Worlds Collided”
 
I’m a huge fan of NPR’s weekly podcast Pop Culture Happy Hour (PCHH). Finding that podcast for the first time was like finding a missing limb. I can’t really tell you why or for what purpose, but on occasion, I’ve been known to take notes on an episode as if a followup for-credit quiz is on the other end. Thank goodness for Evernote.
 
Last week’s episode reviewed the film that seemingly drove the world into a frenzy of anticipation, The Hunger Games. I think it important I disclose upfront that, while the series is likely very much to my taste and I am very much so one to get caught up in Harry Potteresque hype, I’ve yet to read the books and I’ve yet to see the film. Yet.
 
The primary reason I’ve yet to read is that when the series began to grow in hype, I made a very conscious decision to take a break from series. This was primarily because I was burned out on series and I felt them so engrossing that I was not reading much else. I had to break free! =D And I’ve yet to see the film because my boyfriend has been crazy busy and then sick as of late and I do not want to see it without him.
 
I digress. (What else is new?!)
 
The point of today’s musings, as alluded to in the title, is that my twoness collided when on the same day I both read the New Yorker article White Until Proven Black  and listened to the day’s episode of Pop Culture Happy Hour (3/30/12).
 
Please read the article. It is crazy compelling. Kudos to the blogger who cleverly created a forum for eye opening discussion.
 
Please also listen to Pop Culture Happy Hour because it’s fun and I love it and can’t imagine who wouldn’t.
 
Q: So where the collision? A: Sometime just before the 16 minute mark of the 3/30/12 PCHH discussion that went a little something like this:

HOST A: “there was this bizarre dustup over Rue being Black.”
HOST B: “yes there was [laughter] when she is in the book. ..it’s very, I don’t, i don’t know where that came from either. to me what was weird about it was the hostility that came from it that was like ‘now i don’t care as much.’”
HOST A: “i’d really like to think that an isolated group of nitwits but woof.”
HOST B: “i agree. i agree…” 

Now I completely believe them well intentioned. And at the end of the day I’m not asking that PCHH be a forum for deep conversations about race relations in America. That’s not their gig. I completely get that. 

But I KNOW they are not that naive either. They just can’t be. They read a ton, see a ton, interview a ton and care a ton. But what I’d hope is that their last comment on the matter not reduce what is an evil disgusting insidious problem to the silliness of a few misguided individuals.

The blogger highlighted in the New Yorker article, and all of the press surrounding the comments about Rue, convey very clearly that this was not just one or two, or even 100 misguided, individuals. Rather this was a widespread perfect example of aversive racism. Provocatively, through the shared lens of pop culture, these instances so clearly illustrate how microagressions work in society, their covert subversiveness and the resultant harm they may cause.
 
My beef with PCHH is that I think the hosts are capable intelligent competent individuals who likely completely get what I’m saying. Furthermore they have a platform where they reach a lot of folks. Many of those folks have not read or, similarly, completely dismissed the racist Hunger Games’ comments.
 
While I thank PCHH for even mentioning the comments (because they did not have to mention them at all), would it not have been better to end the conversation with a nod to the reality of the pervasiveness of these issues? To wrap it up as they did, perpetuates the broken system because it allows listeners to compartmentalize, or flatly dismiss, it themselves. And I think that is pretty damaging, or at the very least a missed educational opportunity.

“So what have I tried to do in this massive moment in American history? I have sought to use my soapbox to help the effort to see that America does the right thing.” ~Touré in Time Ideas’ article, Why I Speak Out About Trayvon Martin.

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I have this great idea for my next post, but breaking news forced me in another direction. RIP MISS WHITNEY HOUSTON. Yours was my first cassette. I played that bad boy over and over memorizing every note, line, breath, and sigh. It was your and George Michael’s vocal stylings that graced the Barbie and Prince Lotor (before I owned Ken, I took him from my big bro and turned him into Barbie’s man) Tour de 193 Herman Street circa 1986. We were a hit in every region (room :) )…YES. Jesus does love you girl.