I finally got to meet Gala for brunch today. Yay! About time, huh? Considering we've been trying to get together since January. Oh well, we're adults, it happens. It's just so ironic when you think about it, though. I saw the woman more when I lived 500 miles away!
Anyway, of course we had amazing conversation. We shared some intimate details of our lives (oh come on, we're women, like we wouldn't do that) and, surprisingly, sex didn't come up at all! Relationships in general only ate up about 10 minutes. Dang, I guess we really are adults. Bummer.
The conversation quickly moved on to our shared passions: youth and race. I'm so lucky to have friends who use their brains and actually want to discuss issues that truly pertain to our lives. Granted, a little Rhianna gossip doesn't hurt anyone (except Rhianna, but she's not a close personal friend of mine. Besides, even though it is completely immoral, at least I'm not rakin in the dough from my leaked photos, right? Morality. Damn you dad! Why did you have to raise me as me?!), but I much prefer to investigate life as an ongoing process, like a trip down the Nile, rather than a stagnant, mosquito-filled kiddie pool. Who the hell wants to just get their ankles wet when they could potentially have a cool ass pirahna scar? Seriously.
Gala is always an enlightening force in my life. That's wh I love her. She's so damn smart, but not in that elitist way, ahem, TE!! :-) Honestly, though, I really am bothered when people feel the need to tattoo their ACT score on their foreheads. Really, people? You're thoughts and actions can't act as a megaphone? Maybe you're not as learned (that's learn-ed, not learn'd) as you want us all to think. I know I sure the fuck am not. I pretend, though I get called out (thanks, friends). It's all good, though. I like knowing the people I surround myself with are smarter, more experienced, and more passionate than me, or at least comparable to me. It's an incentive, right James?
Ok, time to pull on my mucklucks and troop across the M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I. I want to go to this "Coffee Talk" about graffiti and it's effects on the economy, then off to see Joel McHale (it's ok, be jealous) tonight with Jane and Jeff!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Stream of Consciousness Writing
One of my professors has challenged me to write. He didn't give me a topic, just the challenge. It's a very freeing experience when you put it into context: an academic authority handing you the power to learn. Where do I sign on?!
Of course, right now my thoughts are pretty narrow, being subjected to the environment in which they are developing. I wish I could be ingenious with the ability to create out of thin air, but that's never been me. I'm not a storyteller. I'm a feeler, so I write about that which has penetrated my soul, that which has made living a reality and not just a concept.
Today I've decided to write a response to the book my professor borrowed me. It's a book written by 2 of his grad students, under his advising. I'm only in Chapter One, so my grasp of the ideas may evolve as the book contends itself, but for now, I'm just going for it.
One of the first sentences that grabbed me was "define youth as a social and not a biological category" (James, Jenks, & Prout, 1998). I thought this was genius! So often we label based upon age rather than experience. It's refreshing to think of age as a gauge based on one's pursuit (and application of) knowledge, experience, and understanding rather than merely a physiological design. To see age as an outcome of one's success at nurture rather than nature revolutioned my imagination. It gave me a headache! This view pursues a dissolving of ageism and supports equal opportunity (which, as we all know, is a highly debatable topic in my world!) It also brings up (just as it does in the book), the idea of citizenship, which really pisses me off!
A citizen, as defined by Merriam Webster, is "a person who owes allegiance to a government and is entitled to its protection." I had never looked up the definition of citizen before, and was shocked to discover that an agency presumes an indebtedness from those born under it's flag. I was also amazed that the words "owes" and "entitled" were within the same definition. How odd. Citizenship, in this manner, proposes that we are not entitled unless we pay our dues. Kind of like at a country club or sorority. I never rushed, did you?
The last reaction I got from Chapter 1 was: (yep, I'm gonna just copy my handwritten notes)
There exists a major conflict between adult perception of youth and youth perception of youth. However, adults are the powerful. They (we) create youth, mold youth, perpare and even establish youth culture through marketing, education, media, and stereotypes without direct consultation from youth. Then, using mediums they (we've) created, adults continue to perpetuate moral panic, which is wholly an adult construct as it, too, is created by adults through, oftentimes, misinterpreted, omitted, or deceiving facts and/or statistics. The amazing thing is that adults [supposedly] want the best for young people while simultaneously expecting, and even directly causing, failure through their (our) own powerful institutions.
Also, we know young people will typically follow the adult behavior model. Adults are the conduits to which young people become adults and young people learn adult behavior by and through the very institutions adults manipulate to destroy youth image. Essentially, adults are mismanaging youth culture with disgusting ignorance (and arrogance?). So, the questions become 1) do we change adult instituions versus changing youth institutions 2) can we enlighten adults to the folly of adult institutions (for adults will fiercely defend their correctness) and 3) (which is off topic, but arose during my thought process) is an adult who has lived through being young more knowledgable about doing youth than the youth him/herself? Who is the foreman in young people's lives?
As I see it, youth issues happen. X,P,U happen, and the moral panic is ballooned by adults. Adults decide what issues to balloon and, therefore, which issues to "fix." But what about youth issues that do not impact adult morality? Are these topics simply trivial, even though their significance in the lives of youth is far from minimal? Why are youth not involved in the process of "fixing" their own problems?! Youth engagement seems, to me, to be the nucleus of any cell, regardless of it's effect (or role) within the larger body system (social/political/etc). A system cannot breathe, succeed, live without cooperative cellular activity. We need their input, their "civic engagement" if you will, to maximize healthy social reproduction.
Thoughts? Either on my writing style, content of the writing, or anything else?
Of course, right now my thoughts are pretty narrow, being subjected to the environment in which they are developing. I wish I could be ingenious with the ability to create out of thin air, but that's never been me. I'm not a storyteller. I'm a feeler, so I write about that which has penetrated my soul, that which has made living a reality and not just a concept.
Today I've decided to write a response to the book my professor borrowed me. It's a book written by 2 of his grad students, under his advising. I'm only in Chapter One, so my grasp of the ideas may evolve as the book contends itself, but for now, I'm just going for it.
One of the first sentences that grabbed me was "define youth as a social and not a biological category" (James, Jenks, & Prout, 1998). I thought this was genius! So often we label based upon age rather than experience. It's refreshing to think of age as a gauge based on one's pursuit (and application of) knowledge, experience, and understanding rather than merely a physiological design. To see age as an outcome of one's success at nurture rather than nature revolutioned my imagination. It gave me a headache! This view pursues a dissolving of ageism and supports equal opportunity (which, as we all know, is a highly debatable topic in my world!) It also brings up (just as it does in the book), the idea of citizenship, which really pisses me off!
A citizen, as defined by Merriam Webster, is "a person who owes allegiance to a government and is entitled to its protection." I had never looked up the definition of citizen before, and was shocked to discover that an agency presumes an indebtedness from those born under it's flag. I was also amazed that the words "owes" and "entitled" were within the same definition. How odd. Citizenship, in this manner, proposes that we are not entitled unless we pay our dues. Kind of like at a country club or sorority. I never rushed, did you?
The last reaction I got from Chapter 1 was: (yep, I'm gonna just copy my handwritten notes)
There exists a major conflict between adult perception of youth and youth perception of youth. However, adults are the powerful. They (we) create youth, mold youth, perpare and even establish youth culture through marketing, education, media, and stereotypes without direct consultation from youth. Then, using mediums they (we've) created, adults continue to perpetuate moral panic, which is wholly an adult construct as it, too, is created by adults through, oftentimes, misinterpreted, omitted, or deceiving facts and/or statistics. The amazing thing is that adults [supposedly] want the best for young people while simultaneously expecting, and even directly causing, failure through their (our) own powerful institutions.
Also, we know young people will typically follow the adult behavior model. Adults are the conduits to which young people become adults and young people learn adult behavior by and through the very institutions adults manipulate to destroy youth image. Essentially, adults are mismanaging youth culture with disgusting ignorance (and arrogance?). So, the questions become 1) do we change adult instituions versus changing youth institutions 2) can we enlighten adults to the folly of adult institutions (for adults will fiercely defend their correctness) and 3) (which is off topic, but arose during my thought process) is an adult who has lived through being young more knowledgable about doing youth than the youth him/herself? Who is the foreman in young people's lives?
As I see it, youth issues happen. X,P,U happen, and the moral panic is ballooned by adults. Adults decide what issues to balloon and, therefore, which issues to "fix." But what about youth issues that do not impact adult morality? Are these topics simply trivial, even though their significance in the lives of youth is far from minimal? Why are youth not involved in the process of "fixing" their own problems?! Youth engagement seems, to me, to be the nucleus of any cell, regardless of it's effect (or role) within the larger body system (social/political/etc). A system cannot breathe, succeed, live without cooperative cellular activity. We need their input, their "civic engagement" if you will, to maximize healthy social reproduction.
Thoughts? Either on my writing style, content of the writing, or anything else?
Monday, July 28, 2008
Response to Ryan deleting comments
So now we're a Nation concerned with "damaging our reputation?" When did that happen? Was it when I signed a petition to oust Tracy? Was it when we cut the budget and fired people? Was it when we decided to stuff our pockets full of percap instead of sharing it? I understand Ryan's predicament and applaud him for the freedom he allowed us all on his coat-tails. I think it's a shame he's being bullied to step away from his mic...."This is a blog that is the opinion solely of Ryan Dyer, and in no way reflects the official opinion of the Prairie Band Potawatomi Nation or individual Council Members." Now why can't TC just do that at Gen. Council meetings?
I'm all for keeping the peace, but not at the cost of my voice. However, I gotta admit that I think it's a good thing that Ryan isn't our sole platform anymore. I'm happy giving name to my thoughts without hiding behind an anonymous post.
I think TC should be more concerned with the viability and sustanability in the morality and ethics of this new Nation of ours than about how we look to outsiders because, let's face it, gone are the days of the whole second cluster sharing a single car and a bag of sugar. Gone are the days of picking up the stray walkers. Gone are the days of living hard, but strong. I think that's the thing that people are missing, I know I do. I'm not saying my life was peachy and cotton candy when I was a child of my rez....but I knew my community stood behind me. I knew that if I fell, it would be ok. Now, I'm afraid that the only thing that would cushion my fall are those thin percap dollars that line my fat butt.
I've gotten flack from people for leaving. I've gotten flack for coming back. Either way, though, it was my choice. These people that were here in the time of B.C. (before casino) might not have gotten it all right, but they got us this far. The men and women of my generation, the men and women the B.C. people reared and instilled upon, are varied in personality, criminal record, scholastic record, political involvement, etc...but one thing can be said of all of us: we're strong, opinionated, brave, and troubled. We're troubled because we were prepared for a second shoe that, when it fell, looked a lot different than the one that hit us on the head.
This blog is not going to be a Prairie Band Potawatomi bitchfest. I'm not political enough for that. I have no aspirations towards that arena and refuse to claim the knowledge it would take to run such a blog. I know enough to vote to the best of my abilities. However, this is a space for all of us who wish to find a format that is anonymous, free, and set towards positivity.....
I'm all for keeping the peace, but not at the cost of my voice. However, I gotta admit that I think it's a good thing that Ryan isn't our sole platform anymore. I'm happy giving name to my thoughts without hiding behind an anonymous post.
I think TC should be more concerned with the viability and sustanability in the morality and ethics of this new Nation of ours than about how we look to outsiders because, let's face it, gone are the days of the whole second cluster sharing a single car and a bag of sugar. Gone are the days of picking up the stray walkers. Gone are the days of living hard, but strong. I think that's the thing that people are missing, I know I do. I'm not saying my life was peachy and cotton candy when I was a child of my rez....but I knew my community stood behind me. I knew that if I fell, it would be ok. Now, I'm afraid that the only thing that would cushion my fall are those thin percap dollars that line my fat butt.
I've gotten flack from people for leaving. I've gotten flack for coming back. Either way, though, it was my choice. These people that were here in the time of B.C. (before casino) might not have gotten it all right, but they got us this far. The men and women of my generation, the men and women the B.C. people reared and instilled upon, are varied in personality, criminal record, scholastic record, political involvement, etc...but one thing can be said of all of us: we're strong, opinionated, brave, and troubled. We're troubled because we were prepared for a second shoe that, when it fell, looked a lot different than the one that hit us on the head.
This blog is not going to be a Prairie Band Potawatomi bitchfest. I'm not political enough for that. I have no aspirations towards that arena and refuse to claim the knowledge it would take to run such a blog. I know enough to vote to the best of my abilities. However, this is a space for all of us who wish to find a format that is anonymous, free, and set towards positivity.....
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