Just Randomness

Random thoughts, pics, whatever

Things I love:

Family
Women
Football
Photography
Food
Humor
Smart People
Determined People
Positive People
Genuine People

Things I like:

Sports
Music
Nice People
Traveling (I want to love it, after I do more of it)
Fashion (although I'm a jeans and t-shirt kinda guy)
Creative People

Things I dislike:

Poorly cooked/prepared food
Cheap liquor
Professional smiles (fake/painted on smiles)
Tattoos of your name or initials on your person
sosodeb:


Making dinner for me and my girl.
Home made spicy lime aioli, honey roasted turkey topped with Muenster open face sandwiches.

Will you host me for some of your great meals the next time I’m in Houston?  I’m drooling all the time when I see you on my dash.

sosodeb:

Making dinner for me and my girl.

Home made spicy lime aioli, honey roasted turkey topped with Muenster open face sandwiches.

Will you host me for some of your great meals the next time I’m in Houston?  I’m drooling all the time when I see you on my dash.

The Electric Lady saves the day

Janelle Monae is getting me through some grunt work today.  I normally listen to ‘mindless’ stuff when working as to let the music set a pace for me when I work.  I don’t really know the album, so I find myself listening to the lyrics more than I usually do when I’m working.

findingsbyhimay:

Melissa Harris Perry commencement speech at Wellesley College, 2012

The most amazing graduation speech ever. She gives three advice to the graduates:

“Be ignorant, be silent, and be thick.”

Be Ignorant

In a few moments you’re going to walk across this stage and you’re going to have your accomplishments acknowledged in the acquisition of a certification that you KNOW something.

But even as you accept your hard won degree, I encourage you to embrace the reality that you know almost nothing.

I love my iPad. I’m reading my lecture right now from my iPad. I love that it streams books and knowledge and information to me, Matrix-like, at a moment. Like, toowoosh! anything that I need to know. But it is important for me to pretty regularly just go stand in the library. It is an AWE-full experience standing in a library. I think of myself as quite accomplished. I’ve written two books—heh hey. But when you stand in the library and you are surrounded by those stacks of all of those thousands of volumes of texts of things that you know nothing about, written in languages that you cannot decipher, on topics you can barely fathom, it is humbling.

Standing in a library reminds us of our own limitations. It encourages us to remember that we don’t know everything, can’t predict every outcome, and don’t even know all the right questions to ask.

I will never fill a cavity. It is pretty unlikely that I will ever speak Mandarin. I am certainly not going to decode anything in the DNA chain. But thankfully, graciously, the universe provides an interdependent web of other fantastic women who will. Remembering our ignorance, embracing our ignorance, allowing our ourselves to accept a posture of ignorance compels us to keep learning.

There will come a September morning pretty soon when you are going to miss this place. And not just the buildings and not just your friends. You are going to miss a new syllabus. You’re going to miss somebody handing you a piece of paper full of things that you’ve not thought about yet. About challenges you didn’t even know existed. The exquisite moment of utter ignorance just before the learning begins: I promise you, you will miss it.

So remember, ignorance is not your enemy, only complacency with ignorance is to be resisted. Never become so enamored of your own smarts that you stop signing up for life’s hard classes. Remember to keep forming hypotheses and gathering data. Keep your conclusions light and your curiosity ferocious. Keep groping in the darkness with ravenous desire.

Ignorance is not incompatible with excellence. It is not incompatible with leadership. It is not incompatible with greatness. Ignorance is a posture of humility, which brings me to the other piece of nontraditional advice: Be silent.

Be Silent

If the Nerdland staff is watching right now they probably just fell out of their chairs, because I know they didn’t even know I could be silent as long as I just was. And, in fact, not just the Nerdland staff but we share space in 30 Rock right next to the Up staff. And the Up staff is really quite diligent. They’re very quiet, they type along. And when I come in, usually on Thursdays or Fridays, the screaming begins. I sit in my office where I don’t much like to be alone and I scream, “Oh my god! Have you read the script today?!  Come in here and talk to me! Come! Come! Come!” Sometimes they just shut the door.

I am, in being a feminist and having been trained  as a feminist, become very good at using my voice.

Women’s education is very much about finding your voice. About learning to speak, about speaking with confidence, about sharing your ideas freely, about battling the boys.

But there is an enormous difference between being silenced and choosing to be silent. When we are silenced, you have something to say but no one will listen. When you choose to be silent, to quiet it down, to listen, you’ve actually exercised the other part of voice. The part that makes your voice sound like something. It sounds like something in comparison to the silence.

Silence can help to soothe one of the voices that you actually would like to be more quiet more frequently. It’s what Jay-Smooth would call your “internal hater.” That little hater. I don’t know if boys have the hater. Girls have the hater. The hater sits on our shoulder and tells us, “Sit up straight.” “Omigod, you have a lisp. Why are are you talking?”

The little hater fusses at us and tells us that we are insufficient, and suggests that we “can’t do math, because it’s hard.” She is actually soothed by silence. You can actually encourage that part of your meta-narrative voice to be quiet so that this part of your voice can speak. And silence allows you to do something else that you now have as Wellesley women.

You have privilege. No matter what circumstances of dis-privilege you came from, this degree now confers upon you privilege. And when you choose to be silent in the face of those who have less privilege, you undermine the idea that only people with certain degrees and certain certifications have a right to speak.

So, I’m not asking you to silence your advocacy for justice or to mute your voice as a citizen. I am not asking you to accept the opinions of others as your own truths. I am not asking you to sit on your ideas or fail to share your skills. I am asking you to remember that silence is the vital precursor to voice. Gather your voice in your silence. Listen to it in your own head before you give it away. Wake up, roll over, and make love to the day wordlessly.

My final piece of advice is this: Be thick.

Be Thick

In a world that teaches women to be thin, be thick.

Recall the moment in Toni Morrison’s Beloved when Paul D says to Sethe:

“ Your love is too thick, Sethe,” and she responds:

“Love is or it isn’t. Thin love ain’t no love at all.”

Thick is the only thing worth being. When you are thick you unconditionally embrace the object of your attention. Thick women make fools of themselves all the time, because thin women stand on the sidelines; they’re critical; they’re removed; they’re barely committed. Thick people pitch tents in a park with the belief that social action can change an entire international global system of economic injustice.

Thin citizens vote; thick citizens run for office.

Thin folks believe every critic is a “hater.” Thick folks can hear critique without crumbling.

Thin leaders stay the course no matter what the evidence sat. Thick leaders listen, learn, and correct.

Thin women look great in bikinis. Thick women look terrific in history books.

Cultivate a radical thickness that allows you to be vulnerable and imperfect as you cast yourself headlong into the crazy, scary, painful, grown-up world.

(Source: jpereda88, via sincerelyjess-j)

If you gonna act like a puppet, then don’t be mad when someone put they fuckin’ hand up your ass.

Immortal Technique (via ruthless-villain)

(via kayrodriguez)

It is a complicated thing to be young, black, and male in America. Not only are you well aware that many people are afraid of you—you can see them clutching their purses or stiffening in their subway seats when you sit across from them—you must also remain conscious of the fact that people expect you to be apologetic for their fear. It’s your job to be remorseful about the fact that your very nature makes them uncomfortable, like a pilot having to apologize to a fearful flyer for being in the sky.

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Oakland Schools, Organizations Band Together To Help Black Males Graduate

By the time they enter kindergarten, 1 out of 4 African-American boys in California expect to never be successful, according to last year’s findings by the state’s Assembly. In response, schools and various organizations in Oakland are focusing their energies to reverse the fortunes of young Black boys and men in the state.

PBS NewsHour aired a special report on Tuesday focusing on the efforts of American Graduate Project group, which is working to reverse the trend of high school dropouts. As host Gwen Ifill opened the segment, the clip quickly opened with Sizwe Abakah, who teaches the manhood development class at Oakland’s Skyline High School. Abakah is one of a dozen teachers working to help the boys graduate.

“We’re trying to make transformations,” shares Abakah. “A lot of our brothers are failing disproportionately. Like, if we look at the statistics in Oakland, we’re the highest in everything we don’t need to be in.”

(via nahbnah-deactivated20140404)