blingbling
Well, it's not often I blog, but tonight because my colleague took this "phat" photograph of me, I've decided it is a good time to jot a few notes. Besides, I'm watching college basketball and trying to get my mind off of grading papers. I feel like tapping on the ol' ibook keyboard instead of checking resources of ten page papers and MLA documentation.
I just got done reading Little Green Footballs and the latest on Muhammed cartoons which have upset the Islamic nations. I imagine they'd be more upset by the humor that isn't in print about their barbaric ways (ie: things Charlie says), but shoot, if I acknowledge this, I would have banners of me and my golden glimmer burned(see photo) (by the way, the jacket is not mine, nor is the gold bag. Both are items worn by students one day this week that I borrowed and donned for an impromptu improvisation of B-Dawg the hip hop educator).
The nightly news was all about Iran's nuclear potential and Islam's anti-Dane angst.
As a result, I'm sort of in a place where Victor David Hanson makes too much sense. I also know enough about history, now, to realize that the end product of these current shenanigans will not be privvy to my generation's knowledge while my short life is upon the ol' globe. I guess I'm feeling Tom Bombardillish (is that the right spelling?) from LORD OF THE RINGS and not really interested in the everyday warring of men, because I'm starting to see how ideology far transcends the immediacy of now, and beyond even that, the more important matter is that it is 2006, and only now are we wondering about this additonal planet out there in our solar system that may or may not be the size of Pluto -- I mean, what the bigger picture of all this is is incomprehensible, but I can say that the mere fact that I'm able to post this online, tonight, is tribute to the fact we monkeys sure are advancing....yucca yucca yucca.
For me, now, it is not about people I know, have known, or might know, but more about ideological concepts that are necessary to transcend into the future. I mean, look at this photograph of me. It's absolutely ridiculous because a) it's gold and b) I'm a teacher and c) it's gold and d) I'm wearing it and e) it's gold and f) I am an everyday man who took it from his student, etc. The correct answer, of course, is g) I'm American and this is an American shot and I love that it exists, and I know it exists just because the miracle of history has brought this moment to its fruition. I have not seen such a photograph, recently, in Iran, North Korea nor Palestine. Instead, I see darkness, sadness, fear and much hatred (tsk tsk....weren't they around during WWII?).
Yes, I'm spoiled in that I have the ability to laugh and be foolish and to have free ideas and clever creativity and time to pursue all the above, even with the ridiculous schedule I keep while watching Saturday night college hoops..
So, tonight, I'm sort of sad for terrorists, and hateful towards anti-western individuals (even the ones on our own soil) because they aren't schooled (even if they are schooled) from the ideologies nor concepts that western history has fought for and allowed to occur. No, tonight, I've graded papers by asian- americans, african - americans, girl -americans, rich - americans, poor - americans, challenged - americans, depressed -americans, clueless - americans and brilliant -americans who ALL had the opportunity and freedom to pursue a subject they wished to learn about and I'm wondering, well, knowing, why this possibility doesn't exist for all mankind.
And my final thinking on this? It's easy. The democratic, free thinking, individualistic nation that I belong too will not be able to rest until all cultures on this globe are united with the thought that the pursuit of individual happiness for all classes, both sexes (in betweens included) and all races is the universal norm.
Until then, there will be conflict and a rather sad irony that most "liberal" Americans will fail to see as long as they're too "American" to realize how difficult the rest of the world is.
Bling Bling. That's my saturday night thing. And Mr. Whitman, I too sing.... but
I'm outta here.
peace.
I just got done reading Little Green Footballs and the latest on Muhammed cartoons which have upset the Islamic nations. I imagine they'd be more upset by the humor that isn't in print about their barbaric ways (ie: things Charlie says), but shoot, if I acknowledge this, I would have banners of me and my golden glimmer burned(see photo) (by the way, the jacket is not mine, nor is the gold bag. Both are items worn by students one day this week that I borrowed and donned for an impromptu improvisation of B-Dawg the hip hop educator).
The nightly news was all about Iran's nuclear potential and Islam's anti-Dane angst.
As a result, I'm sort of in a place where Victor David Hanson makes too much sense. I also know enough about history, now, to realize that the end product of these current shenanigans will not be privvy to my generation's knowledge while my short life is upon the ol' globe. I guess I'm feeling Tom Bombardillish (is that the right spelling?) from LORD OF THE RINGS and not really interested in the everyday warring of men, because I'm starting to see how ideology far transcends the immediacy of now, and beyond even that, the more important matter is that it is 2006, and only now are we wondering about this additonal planet out there in our solar system that may or may not be the size of Pluto -- I mean, what the bigger picture of all this is is incomprehensible, but I can say that the mere fact that I'm able to post this online, tonight, is tribute to the fact we monkeys sure are advancing....yucca yucca yucca.
For me, now, it is not about people I know, have known, or might know, but more about ideological concepts that are necessary to transcend into the future. I mean, look at this photograph of me. It's absolutely ridiculous because a) it's gold and b) I'm a teacher and c) it's gold and d) I'm wearing it and e) it's gold and f) I am an everyday man who took it from his student, etc. The correct answer, of course, is g) I'm American and this is an American shot and I love that it exists, and I know it exists just because the miracle of history has brought this moment to its fruition. I have not seen such a photograph, recently, in Iran, North Korea nor Palestine. Instead, I see darkness, sadness, fear and much hatred (tsk tsk....weren't they around during WWII?).
Yes, I'm spoiled in that I have the ability to laugh and be foolish and to have free ideas and clever creativity and time to pursue all the above, even with the ridiculous schedule I keep while watching Saturday night college hoops..
So, tonight, I'm sort of sad for terrorists, and hateful towards anti-western individuals (even the ones on our own soil) because they aren't schooled (even if they are schooled) from the ideologies nor concepts that western history has fought for and allowed to occur. No, tonight, I've graded papers by asian- americans, african - americans, girl -americans, rich - americans, poor - americans, challenged - americans, depressed -americans, clueless - americans and brilliant -americans who ALL had the opportunity and freedom to pursue a subject they wished to learn about and I'm wondering, well, knowing, why this possibility doesn't exist for all mankind.
And my final thinking on this? It's easy. The democratic, free thinking, individualistic nation that I belong too will not be able to rest until all cultures on this globe are united with the thought that the pursuit of individual happiness for all classes, both sexes (in betweens included) and all races is the universal norm.
Until then, there will be conflict and a rather sad irony that most "liberal" Americans will fail to see as long as they're too "American" to realize how difficult the rest of the world is.
Bling Bling. That's my saturday night thing. And Mr. Whitman, I too sing.... but
I'm outta here.
peace.
posted by Bryan Ripley Crandall at 11:01 PM
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