The Wedding Ring

A friend posted the question tonight on her Facebook, “Is the wedding ring just a piece of jewelry or does it represent something else?”

To me it’s both. My stance on this is complicated, as is the case with most philosophical questions I find myself faced with. I don’t know if that makes me complicated or just confused but whatever, it is what it is.

Wedding rings are rooted in a time when a marriage was not a partnership but rather a business transaction. The Reader’s Digest version is that a woman was her husband’s property and a string was tied around her finger to remind her of that fact.

We are told that it is a never ending circle that represents the never ending quality of love that two people bring into a marriage but the long and short of it is that originally it symbolized property ownership. And that I do not agree with.

I also feel that western society puts entirely too much emphasis on wedding rings… or really more to the point engagement rings but the jewelry in general has far too much weight in our society. It may sound silly to reference situation comedies but art imitates life so why not? In every sitcom where there is a married couple, they have at least one episode where one of them takes off their wedding ring for some simple task and loses it. There is a big uproar about why did you even have it off and is that all our marriage means to you and a mad clamor to find the missing ring and life is happy again. I find this whole ritual absurd. Of course some will say I think that because I’m not married but I did tell my ex-fiance if a ring was so important to him, poke two quarters in a gumball machine and get me a ring, so I think that says something about how I see the whole situation.

In my opinion, you are not married to the ring. You did not commit yourself to the ring. You committed your heart and soul to theirs. A wedding band, to me, is something you wear to show other people you are married. It is an advertisement, a declaration, not a commitment. It is an advertisement that can be ignored and it is an advertisement that can be removed. But if the commitment is solid and true, ignoring or removing the advertisement shouldn’t matter either way.

Of course, I usually always side with the husband on sitcoms so what do I know?

Working Harder at Struggling

Throughout history, artists – be we novelists, poets, painters, sculptors, someone who plays in Silly Putty – have been portrayed as starving waifs.  Unto each generation are the shining stars who become rich from their craft in their own lifetime but for the most part, for as long as there has been art there have been struggling artists.

I have been shopping a local(ish) independent bookstore’s website, browsing through their unique collections, looking specifically at the biographies and autobiographies and seeing the names of great innovators and artists who shaped their worlds, I wonder how will our generation be remembered in fifty, one hundred, two hundred years (assuming mankind is still around in two hundred years)?

What artistic innovations, revolutions, advancements are we making?  I, personally, am going backward.  My poetry reminds people of the beat poets or the street poets, depending on the cultural background and generation of the person reading it.  My fiction, the majority of it in recent years, takes influence from the anthology television shows – Twilight Zone, Tales from the Crypt and the like.  I have no concrete description for my longer works of fiction, save for one misguided gentleman who compared it to Stephen King.  Of course we all show shadows of our influences in our art, regardless of the medium.  I am not chastising myself for that.  I simply understand that I don’t have a lot of hazard of being called an innovator.

But what – or who – will our generation of artists be known for?  Is it because I am living in it now that I believe we have a harder road ahead of us because there is less unused space within which to blaze our trails and that I see the next batch of artists to follow having an even harder time?  That I see electronic, technological advancement taking over where art once prevailed?

Fifty years ago, kids dropped out of high school or chose not to go to college to become artists, poets, musicians.  Today, they are dropping out to become software engineers, to create the next Sims or Facebook because 16 is the new 30 and if you don’t grab it when it’s given to you, someone else will get it instead.

Maybe it is because I am an artist trying to eke out an existence in this new world that I see the trailblazers running out of trails to blaze.  Art as a discipline has become disposable and sterile.  Assembly line music, e-books, internet television webisodes, these things are all made so to be devoured quickly so that we may move on to the next course.  Artists who still strive to make something that they hope will have staying power are criticized for being too slow, for not keeping up with the natural flow.  Art is not supposed to be fast or disposable.

Please don’t take this to mean I think artists of old had it easy.  There was probably some mouthy upstart just like me in the Renaissance or in the Romantic Period who had the same curiosity, who wondered has it all already been done?  Is there anything new left for us to create to set us apart from those who have gone before us?  Are we just recycling their old ideas and calling them new? (Of course my 19th century alter ego probably wouldn’t say “recycling” but you get the idea) They just had their curiosity on a more localized scale.

I look at Tavi Gevinson who is 16 and runs her own magazine.  I envy Tavi Gevinson because I am 31 and run my own magazine but no one really cares.  Everyone cares about Tavi.  Because Tavi is 16. Because 16 is the new 30.  I envy Tavi because she has tools I couldn’t have even dreamed of at her age.  Because she has tools I didn’t even really have when I started bending spoons.  It is not her fault her world is so vastly different from the one in which I lived at her age but I envy her all the same.

But Tavi’s existence has made it clear that there is a whole weird group of people in this world right now that is made up of amazing young creatures like her who are making a whole new set of rules and quarterlifers like me who still feel like being an adult is an elaborate game of make believe.  What do you MEAN I’m not a kid anymore?!  We still feel like we are in Tavi’s demographic; we don’t feel old enough to be her parents in a bad after school special.   Our ideas are parallel to those coming out of the high schools but the candles on our birthday cakes tell the rest of the world that we should have had our ideas, that we have outlived our innovative eras and should now step aside and let the Tavis take over.

The world of the artist today, from where I stand, seems a very strange place where old art is new ideas, young minds exist in old bodies but the younger bodies have old souls… Or… something.

If You Follow the Instructions, What the Hell Difference Does it Make?

I just saw a post that the state of Colorado passed legislation to ban trans fats in school lunches and people were getting upset about this.  Maybe it’s because I’m not a parent and don’t have to deal with it or maybe it’s because the school I went to provided us with relatively healthy lunches but I don’t get the chaos.  About this or about some of the other issues that have come up recently.

One comment I saw repeated on this post about the new Colorado legislation is that if they take the trans fats out of school lunches the kids won’t eat them… because apparently trans fat is the only thing that gives food flavor.  But in reality, after some douche bag ate a package of Oreos a day for like his whole life and then sued Kraft for putting trans fat in them, pretty much every processed food manufacturer has taken them out of a lot of things anyway.  Trans fat does not equal flavor.  And contrary to popular belief, healthy foods do have flavor.  Go ahead, crunch into an apple, I’ll wait.

The other school food related issue that has been floating around that has people’s feathers in a flurry is elementary schools and day cares taking away children’s sack lunches because they are deemed “unacceptable.”  Okay…maybe I see some of the arguments here.  I mean one girl, like 6 years old or so, had her turkey and cheese sandwich, juice box and cookie taken away from her.  Ummmm why?  Sack lunches are now (in some places) required to have one meat, one dairy, two fruits and/or vegetables and one “grain”.  Let’s see… turkey, cheese, juice, bread… sounds like it meets the criteria to me so what was the problem?  No, really, I never did find out what the problem was so if someone could tell me…  If that were my 6 year old and my turkey sandwich, they’d have my very unhappy self in their offices the next day.

But on the other hand, I do think there are cases where some parents send completely inappropriate and inadequate lunches with their children to school and that needs to be taken care of.  I don’t necessarily think you should take things away from the kid but let’s say for example, Mom thinks a Lunchable is adequate, hands it to Little Johnny and sends him on his merry way.  At that point, the school or day care should let Johnny keep his Lunchable because it’s decently healthy for what it is but give him an apple or banana and a juice box to go with it.  However, if Mom thinks three cookies and a Snickers bar is a decent lunch… then…sign Johnny up for school lunch and don’t trouble yourself… I guess.

From the first through the third grade, at my school, we had a teacher who stood by the trash cans and checked your tray before you were allowed to leave the cafeteria.  If you still had milk in your carton or didn’t eat your vegetable it was back to the drawing board for you until you either ate it or found someone else to pawn it off on.  I guess when we got to the fourth grade they thought we’d learned something from all of that policing but no, not really.

No, I take that back.  We learned that Jason would drink anyone and everyone’s milk and Katrina would eat everyone’s spinach.  Katrina got a lot more spinach than Jason got milk because what 8 year old is going to get within ten feet of green slime that looks more like regurgitated grass clippings than food?  Forget that, I still won’t touch it.  Raw, fine. Cooked, funk dat noise.

Again… I’m not a parent, probably won’t ever be one, so maybe I don’t get the full scope of what’s going on here.  And again, I get that taking away what appeared to have been a perfectly healthy lunch for a 6 year old kid doesn’t make any sense at all and clearly the system has some wrinkles that need ironed but… what’s all the hubbub, bub?

Ten Words that Bug the Crap Out of Me

Because I haven’t written here in a while and needed something to say, I thought I’d share with all you lovely people a list of words that bug me.  Some are real words, some are not but they are still part of our language.

They are, in no particular order:

Tramp – when used as a shortened form of trampoline… not, however, annoying when used to describe a person “the lady is a tramp” or “the tramp hopped a steamer” or even “tramp stamp.”

Frat – short for fraternity.  I spent a lot of time with fraternity boys in college.  It bugged them and as a result it grew to bug me.  Their reasoning was you don’t call your country a cunt… which I chose not to repeat for the most part but if you feel it drives home your point, I guess more power to you.

Hoodie – As in hooded sweatshirt.  I don’t know why, it just does.

Manipedi – On the one hand you sound like you are trying too hard to fit in with the vapid, self-absorbed characters of Sex in the City and second, why have we become so rushed in our lives that the phrase “manicure and pedicure” is just too much to process?

Bling and/or bling bling – A word originally used by hip hop artists who like to flaunt their illiteracy, it has since invaded the Oxford English Dictionary.

Get ‘er dun – Not so much a word as a phrase which is often pronounced as a single word but it seriously makes me fight off violent tendencies.

Moist – It’s an onomatopoeia that makes me think of slimy, squishy things…or people who slobber when they talk.  Oddly, “moisten” doesn’t bother me.

Dongle – Who the #$@&$% thought this word up??? It’s utterly and completely the most ridiculous word I have ever heard.  And what’s worse… it’s a name given to a completely innocuous office device which already had a name, the USB drive or jump drive or thumbnail (if you must).

Tatt/tatts/tatted – Tatted really more than the other two, and really none of them annoy me as much as the rest of the words on this list but is it really that much more difficult to say tattoo?  Maybe try “ink” instead of tattoo… and ink is even shorter than tatt, so win!  And “tatt” bugs more often than not when it’s being used to modify the word artist.  Kind of goes along with frat.  Fraternity guy/brother/man/whatever, tattoo artist. *shrug*

Can’t – Downright infuriating when used in place of the phrase “don’t want to.”  As a matter of fact, I was taught, at one point, by one of my English teachers that “can’t” (or “can not”) and “cannot” are two different words.  ”Can’t” or “can not” implies a physical inability, e.g. a deaf person can’t hear, whereas “cannot” implies being disallowed, e.g. I cannot go out because I’m grounded.  Which means a lot of people misuse “can’t” anyway but I worked for a company in which the owners preferred to use it in place of “just don’t want to.” “You can’t put a black logo on a black shirt.” Well, technically, you CAN, you just don’t want to.

Side note…when used properly, “can’t” is not an annoying word.
***Honorable mention: When text speak attacks… I get LOL and BRB and whatever but I have seen people abbreviate full sentences into text speak.  Like, for example ROFLMFAO… which I will admit I have used but seriously people?  Someone went to the trouble of figuring out to abbreviate that and then had to tell all of their friends what it meant.  And zomg… which was a typo that got its 15 minutes of fame.  Zomg is the William Hung of text speak.***

 

***Honorable Mention #2 – when restaurant staff say “sat” instead of “seated” as in “I sat another group in your section” or “You double sat me!”

Song Lyrics Tattoo

I had a dream a while back that I had somehow amassed a small fortune and was able to put some of that toward tattoo crazy.

I already have plans for two more on my back and one for which I hadn’t decided on an exact placement but after this dream I have a clear plan… a clear and quite insane plan but a plan nonetheless.

That’s just kind of a rough and perfunctory sketch of what I had just gotten finished in this dream I had. On the left is a treble clef surrounded by the words “Swim for the music that saves you when you’re not so sure you’ll survive.” On the right is Kill Hannah’s bleeding butterfly with what has come to be known as the Kill Hannah prayer worked into it (“Universe, wrap your arms around me. Make me strong, so I can take on anyone.”). In the center is my existing Celtic knot entwined with the Scorpio M rune. Below is a flaming Phoenix holding a banner in its beak bearing the Greek letters ΑΓΑΣΘΕ ΣΠΕΥΔΕΤΕ ΑΙΡΕΙΣΘΕ from the crest of Alpha Sigma Alpha with his wings stretched up between the other three.  And tucked in between all of that are quotes from books, songs, just general quotes that mean something to me.

I didn’t actually get to read the quotes in the dream so I’ve started making a list of some that I would like.

  • “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” – from Harry Potter*
  • “The cure for boredom is curiosity.  There is no cure for curiosity.” – Dorothy Parker
  • “All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.” – Edgar Allen Poe
  • “If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended: that you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear…” – Puck’s soliloquy from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream
  • “We are infinite.” – from The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • “You might as well live.” – Dorothy Parker, from her poem Resume
  • “How will I know limits from lies if I never try?” – Thrice from “The Melting Point of Wax” **
  • “Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime it is to waste it on children.” – Mark Twain

* I found a website featuring literary tattoos and a lot of the Harry Potter tattoos read “Mischief managed.”  To me “I solemnly swear I am up to no good” is better suited for a tattoo as it signifies the beginning of the adventure, the beginning of the journey, whereas “Mischief managed” means exactly that.  The adventure, the journey, the mischief is complete.  Perhaps better suited for an epitaph.

** This song is actually a huge collection of tattoo worthy lyrics… All about not accepting society’s limits but searching for your own through trial and error.

The Song Remains the Same

I haven’t been here for a while but I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately and have come to the conclusion that there are some songs that will always be among my favorites regardless of my feelings toward the band, if the band breaks up, changes their style to something I disapprove of, turns into greedy, money-grubbing bastards…whatever I’ll always love these songs.  So I thought I would share them with you… inflict them upon you.  Enjoy :)


(Yeah, I know. You were expecting Kennedy… but I hadn’t posted this here, yet)





(only for listening, not so much for watching)


Shut up. I don’t care if it’s cliche’, it’s my favorite Who song.

I think we’ll call that part 1 and come back later with more.

Ten Things

Because I’m bored and haven’t written anything here in a while, I thought I’d share ten random tidbits about me that you probably don’t know (and most likely are not going to remember when you’re finished reading)…

  1. I hate the feel of certain foods on my skin… raw chicken, raw eggs and mayonnaise, off the top of my head.
  2. I am horribly uncomfortable talking on the phone. Texting is the greatest invention of my life!
  3. I sleep on an air mattress on the floor and have for almost ten years. Now, sleeping in a regular bed kind of freaks me out.
  4. Part of the reason I don’t exercise regularly is doing it alone in my living room/bedroom/wherever makes me incredibly self-conscious.  Weird thing is going to a gym or being in a class doesn’t.
  5. I am stuck with the term “lazy eye” because there isn’t a recognized term for what’s really going on, but because the “lazy” eye responds to stimuli it’s not technically lazy.
  6. I type 50+ wpm with 95% accuracy.
  7. I can touch my arm with the thumb of the same hand, bend only the first knuckle on each finger and bend my pinky fingers behind their adjacent ring fingers.
  8. I have perfect pitch and can sing back any note you play for me but can’t read sheet music.
  9. I am fascinated by ancient Christian mythology and am not sure if that’s because of or in spite of the fact that I am not a Christian.
  10. I can watch hours of documentary style TV shows… History Channel, TruTV, Discovery Channel kinds of shows.  Current favorites are the picker shows …

There…now you know things about me that are probably of little to no use to you.  :)

Checking In

The whats and wherefores of what I’ve been doing lately. It’s not terribly interesting but I thought I’d check in since I haven’t in a while (other than to vent about the state of the world…incidentally, watch the video at the end of this…It’s good, and smart).

In the meantime… I am attempting to submit my application to the School of the Art Institute of Chicago but the site is giving me fits. If I can ever get this application in, I am applying to their MFA Writing program, something my undergrad advisor suggested I should look into (that’s kind of a longish story…). They encourage the writing students to do a cross-study in another program, which is awesome for me because until I found this program I was going back to school for the sake of going back to school. But now, I can do a dual focus in photography and print media and incorporate all of this into making my publishing company a reality. Not at all sure how I am going to pay for it if I get in but… hey, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.

I have committed to recording a radio show/podcast for my friend’s record label. She’s got a pretty awesome thing going and I’ve been trying to get involved and help her out since the beginning but just haven’t been able to keep up with it. Hopefully, doing this show will keep me involved. I’ll post links here when I get the first show posted. In the meantime, you can “like” the show page on Facebook (here) or follow @voluntarymisfit on Twitter.

That’s probably really all there is to report. Still unemployed and I really only care because I’m sick of sitting around the house. I’ll care more when I get closer to the end of my unemployment… Please don’t misconstrue that to mean I’m not looking for a job. Like I said, I’m sick of sitting around the house. I’m just over being frustrated when I apply for a job and see it reappear on the boards two weeks later. Fine, screw you, whatever. heh

Anyway, watch this:

We’ll Call This One Untitled.

She fell like a meteor onto the planet
And said, “Your world, it brings me down
I feel like an animal
And I don’t think I get it
But one day I’ll make you proud”

Does anyone else feel like the world has gone mad? Like there was some kind of chemical explosion while we were all busy with other things and it has poisoned our minds?

Okay so maybe that’s a little bit extreme but maybe not. At this very moment, in our immediate present, we are facing internet censorship at the hands of media moguls who want to stop piracy because piracy takes money away from them. Part of what frustrates me about that is it is the wealthy musicians, authors, actors, executives who freak out over lost royalties. Indie artists, the ones struggling to succeed, the ones no one would ever mistake for wealthy, support piracy. Not as such but they all seem to understand that file sharing opens doors for them that their industry wants to keep closed. One example I go back to a lot is Jason Mraz. When he was first starting out there were essentially no radio stations in Kansas playing his music. But because of the internet and music sharing, he managed to sell out two nights in Topeka, something he believed wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

My fear with the internet censorship act working its way through the government right now is the citizens have no control over it. Any site can be blocked for any reason. Anyone can be fined $2500 for copyright infringement. That means if you post a video of yourself playing a popular song on your piano to your Facebook, you can be fined. If you post videos you shot at a concert, you can be fined. Because they are American-run sites, YouTube and Facebook could possibly be shut down. Tumblr, WordPress, MySpace as well plus many others. This act means the possibility that people who work on these sites will join the ranks of the unemployed.

The other scary part is how will this affect other countries? How many other governments will see this as incentive and motive to enact their own similar bills?

Nevermind that the US government definitely needs something else to spend money on.

But it’s not just SOPA. There are hundreds of other bills and acts, on the national and state levels that prove even more that the US government has entirely too much power. From outlawing abortions to Michigan’s stoke of genius (okay, just stroke) in stopping bullying in schools (you remember, that part about “the Devil made me do it…”)…

I wrote a while ago about the Occupy movement. Since then I have read so much more that makes it so much more relevant. Things that make me hopeful but also things that make me feel so horribly sad. The hope comes in part from people involved who were involved in evoking change decades ago. I read a story about a man who was at Kent State and is now supporting Occupy. He must see some kind of potential.

At the same time, though, there are people who see the movement with such negativity. “It won’t change anything,” they say. But it has already started changing things. The New Mexico State Government participated in Bank Transfer Day, transferring all of the state’s money out of corporate banks and into state and community-run banks and credit unions. THAT IS HUGE. Rep. Ted Deutch (D-FL), a member of the House Judiciary Committee, introduced an amendment that would ban corporate money in politics and end corporate personhood once and for all. Occupy is making a difference. But there is still so much in this country that needs to be reigned in and brought under control.

This country was founded, partially, on the idea of separating the government from the control of the church. The pilgrims came here to get away from the church making all of the decisions and from a country where they could be imprisoned for not serving the “right” church. But history is repeating itself. If you don’t believe there is any religious influence in our government then you haven’t been paying attention. Politicians constantly use “The Bible says…” to back up their arguments. “The Bible says marriage is between a man and a woman. Homosexuality is wrong.” “The Bible says life begins at conception. Abortion at any stage is murder.”

I’m probably babbling but the truth is, our government scares me. Nay, terrifies me. I saw some hope, a while back, and now I can’t find it again and unfortunately the information overload has erased from my memory what the bill/act was but I did read President Obama announced if one of these asinine and highly controversial acts made its way to him, he had already decided to veto it. That was reassuring… Just wish I could remember which one he was talking about. :/

Occupy Your Life

“Oh, the bright young things, we never sleep. We just lie down while we dream. Someone do something.”

I am not as “up” on the world news as I was in college. I hate that. It’s a product of my environment. I am surrounded by people who either don’t want to hear it, don’t understand what they do hear, or are completely in the dark because what they “understand” has been spoonfed to them by one of the politically bias American media sources. In college, the rule of thumb was you go to British outlets for American news and American outlets for British news. But that wasn’t enough. You also had to banter the news with your peers, from either side of the coin. Peers who agreed with you and peers who disagreed. That was where I got a lot of my political education.

Now, I have Facebook. And so much of what I get from my friends there is fractured; I don’t have a clear view of who is Liberal, who is Conservative, who believes this, who doesn’t believe that, making it difficult to banter the news with them.

#Occupy, for example. People I thought would be supportive of the movement, are not and people I thought would be on the side calling the protesters those “damned dirty hippies” are actually taking time out of their lives to go to the rallies. I don’t know where anyone stands anymore.

But I have taken a detour around why I really started typing here. It took me a few days to really figure out what was going on but again, I blame my surroundings. No one I spend my time with is listening to it, reading about it, caring about it at all, really. So I had to go back to my college days and dig. Find out what was going on because there is no concrete “this is why we’re here” statement. The Occupy movement means a lot of different things to a lot of different people but if you have seen the photos there is no denying it means something to a LOT of different people.

I was talking about it with my Sister the other day. Not Occupy, specifically but how, for such a young country (235 years old) we are an extremely backward and feudalistic society. Some “activists” (for lack of a better word) in my city held a funeral yesterday for the middle class and the American Dream. It is so hard to grasp that in a “free” country, where children are told they can be anything they want to be by people who either truly believe it or want to truly believe it, that there is such a stark contrast between the haves and the have-nots. In terms of financial stability, there is very little grey area (or whatever you get when you mix black and red… since those are the colors used to describe financial stability) in our free to be whatever I want to be country.

And if you happen to drag yourself into that grey area, it is so easy to slip back out again. Much easier than it was to get into it. But those on the other side, on the top side of the grey area, the 1%, they just keep pulling farther and farther ahead. The truth is, if you are born in the projects, you are going to have to work 1000% harder to get yourself anywhere farther than the suburbs, managing the Gap. Projects to Wall Street, Madison Ave, forget it. 1 in a billion shot.

I’ve seen messages from people disavowing the Occupy movement, the 99%, saying that they don’t rely on anyone for anything, they’ve worked for everything they have and don’t blame the government for anything, they live within their means, don’t eat out, don’t have credit cards or student loans, and therefore this doesn’t apply to them. This makes me so angry. Because that’s not what this is about. At all. This is about corporate lobbyists buying votes. This is about the loopholes the wealthy have to shirk their accountability. And if you’re definition of “living within your means” includes not going out to dinner, ever, or not buying things you don’t “need”, then you ARE part of the 99% but you are the part of the 99% who allow that to be the definition of responsible.

But here’s the thing. Eating out, stimulates the economy. You pay sales tax on the meal, you tip your server…maybe. Maybe that’s not “within your means”. At any rate, you allow your server to keep his job for another day. Buying things you don’t “need”, stimulates the economy. No one needs a 72″ television, but you buy one and you pay sales tax on it, where does that sales tax go? The salesperson makes a commission off of that television, goes out to dinner to celebrate, pays sales tax on his dinner, tips his server…Right, shut up.

Sorry, that got a little soapboxy. The point is, there is a lot about our government that needs to be changed. For me, Occupy is about the job applications I’ve been filling out weekly since February with no prospects because there are more of me than there are openings (pretty scary when one local job board has 900 listings). For me, it is about public schools cutting teachers’ jobs or cutting bus routes and the USPS closing small town post offices when the Speaker of the House of Representatives earns a salary comparable to that of a professional athlete (who also makes entirely too much money but teachers don’t have to lose their jobs so he can get his check). For me, it is about this American Dream where little kids are told they can be anything they want to be, anything AT ALL, and they believe it and they work hard and they go through the steps required to be what they want to be and they end up slinging french fries working for someone else’s American Dream come true, from a time when they actually sometimes did. Or worse, carrying their Master’s certificate around in their shopping cart because it still means something to them. For me, it’s about the Master’s and even Doctorate certificate holders, high level college graduates, spending their nights in the homeless shelters. That’s not what we were told when we were young and willing to believe anything was possible.

Occupy your city…or don’t… but at least understand that it is your responsibility to occupy your life and live it the way you want and make of it what you want. I’m trying to do that, trying harder than ever.