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September, 2007 Monthly archive

prepping y’all for the bluegrass festival if you’re san francisco bound next weekend.  i will be out of town, myself.  but today i been right done bit by the bgrass bug, i reckon sho’ is righ’ cha’bet.  here’s a song for your spirit.  god bless long hair and pick guitars.

Commence the song download immediately, browser.


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Extremely quietly, a Maryland school district has launched the first public high school in the country dedicated to teaching homeland security.

First High School Dedicated to Homeland Security

Chris Colin, who wrote this short article Mother Jones, says: "From all I could tell researching the piece, this doesn’t mean questioning assumptions about national security and so forth — it means funneling 15-year-olds into a very profitable industry, and providing future workers for the companies that comprise it. Creepy/lousy."

Students will choose one of three specialized tracks: information and communication technology, criminal justice and law enforcement, or "homeland security science." David Volrath, executive director of secondary education for Harford County Public Schools, says the school also hopes to offer "Arabic or some other nontraditional, Third World-type language." The school’s main goal is to get its grads jobs in the booming $24-billion-a-year homeland security industry. It’s certainly in the right location: Northeast Maryland has become a mecca for the military-industrial complex. The Army’s Aberdeen Proving Ground is the county’s biggest employer, and all manner of defense contractors have set up shop nearby, including weapons maker Northrop Grumman

The article:



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I’ve been listening to the folky, chirping, aesthetically pleasing Sufjan Stevens for the past two days.  In particular, Illinois which actually reminds me of Ohio, for all the simple, gentle, dirty, arty industrial fellows I know from Columbus.  (God, I love Columbus.)  Sufjan’s prose rings with the swing and swallow of an old, roadside cafe along Rte. 89.  An album that salutes the American waitress — finally!  As I listen, I keep seeing the midwest’s long fields and endless roads pass in front of me.  The patriotic lullaby that subtly reminds me that it is okay to love this country, still, at times, sorta.

Well, I can’t go into depth here for the sake of time and a trip to Las Vegas in about 40 minutes, but one line in particular has poked through the pillow.  I’ve bolded it below.  I’m also not afraid to get IT right — sometimes that can be a big hitch.  Felt good to realize that.

Artist:  Sufjan Stevens
Title:  Jacksonville
Album:  Illinois
Download and listen fer yourself: http://www.monicaway.com/songy/Jacksonville.mp3 

I’m not afraid of the black man running
He’s got it right he’s got a better life coming
I don’t care what the captain said
I fold it right at the top of my head
I lost my sight and the state packs in
I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jackson

Oh Keller oh oh oh
She gave us a medal she gave us a map
Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh
If seeing is right, then look where you’re at

I’m not afraid of Nichol’s Park
I ride the train and I ride it after dark
I’m not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it one more try

I said things that I meant to say
The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade
I go out to the golden age
The spirit is right and the spirit doesn’t change

Oh Keller oh oh oh
She gave us mirror she gave us a map
Oh Canner Row, oh oh oh
If seeing is right then look where you’re at

Andrew Jackson, all I’m asking
Show us the wheel and give us the wine
Woohoo! Woohoo!
Raise the banner, Jackson hammer
Everyone goes to the capitol line
Woohoo! woohoo!
Colored preacher, nice to meet you!
The spirit is here and the spirit is fine!
Woohoo! Woohoo!
Education, ask the nation
You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine
Woohoo! woohoo!
Andrew Jackson all I’m asking
Give us the wheel and give us the wine

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I’m rarely prone to rant about politics in this blog.  I usually leave that to dinner table debate.  Today is different, clearly.

My foot is up on the railing as I sit in my future fantasy rocking chair with a fantasy squeak, atop my fantasy front porch in the sea-swept village of Cornwall, England, appreciating the fantasy light as I look out far as I can see to the fantasy ocean breathing peaceful in the distance, while the fantasy smells of burning wood, thick grass, sea foam, and angel trumpets wave in from below.  I’m possibly late for my fantasy sculpting class with a full belly from a fantasy lunch I took in a small pack on my fantasy mid-morning walk to Shiplake Mountain.  This fantasy affords me a grand piece of knowlege.  From its vantage point years in the future, I already know who won the 2008 U.S. Presidential election, and it doesn’t really matter anymore.  What a relief.

Hehe, of course now it’s still September 2007, and I’m curious about this race.  I’ve been poised on a post about Barack Obama, Hilary Clinton and Bill Richardson for a days.  I’m wondering the question you are: Is the world ready for these three would-be’s?  Or, is their induction into the running going to rupture "our" chances and force us to endure another bundle of years by another deceiptful administration because we are trying too hard to hoist ourselves into the future by throwing two people of color and a woman into the ring against the 3000 year-old defending champion: white, priveleged man?

Before I take to answering that (which may not happen in this post), I’d like to step back and just appreciate this.  Sometimes I neglect to allow the current political positives to shine their due shine.  Sometimes, because I’m not an Assemblyman or a School Board Official or a State Sentator, I can’t immediately identify if "change" is occuring in government.  But people, government is a huge forum for change.  It indeed matters very much who is President.  (I suppose I’m saying this now to my friends who believe we are really in a dark room and nothing matters anymore.)  So yes, let’s breath in that not only is there an African American man, a White woman, and Latino man running for President, the three are getting a lot of attention and each has a chance at winning the Democratic nomination.  That on its own speaks bounds.

The forum for debate is wide.  As I type this I realize I don’t yet know what my opinion is on the matter of who would be the best candidate.  I’m gathering data though, and I’m taking my decision very seriously.   I believe it matters very much.

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I can’t believe i’m writing a post now.  but, when the bug bites….

Sometimes the expanse of an entire day feels dedicated to the work of an author.  Today, already at this early hour, has been appropriated to Robert Anton Wilson.  I was fidgeting under covers this morning trying to pinch out a few final sleeping moments before 7am, when I sat up quickly realizing I’d forgotten to attend to something very important.  It’s less important WHAT I had to attend to, than the fact that I was lying there thinking I had my whole day figured out perfectly and it was going to be a piece of cake day.  In fact, I was even indulging in a sense that I had everything figured out.  You know what I’m talking about.  You’ve done this.  These I’m Master Of The Universe days when every thing/concept/struggle of my life seems simply child’s play.  Wilson, the famous American sci-fi author and anarchist philosopher magician would remind me otherwise.  Two of my favorite quotes are:

“Belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.”


“If you think you know what the hell is going on, you’re probably full of shit.”

Thank you sir, message received.  (Shrug) Well, merrily off to the guessing game again! 

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A friend was telling me that she has been asked to lead a commitment ceremony in an upcoming marriage between her two close friends.  She’s been meditating on what she’ll say and today it came to her.  I was tidaled by her blessing.  It was profoundly simple: "May you continue to get to know each other." Wait for it, wait for it. Awestruck, I stared back at my friend with my ears (we were on the phone) and slowly over the course of a minute or so I began to receive it, and the corners of my lips curled into a big smile.  How special, indeed.  It’s simple enough, but it really nails it.  It reminded me of a Rilke quote that just passed my desk that calls partners in relationship “guardians of each other’s solitude.” How beautiful. How sacred More on that one surely; that’s an idea I’ll probably be absorbing for the next 197 years, but I wanted to share.

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