"Call myself putting all my faith in Christ
I just preserve my demons, put my faith in ice
Calculated the price, of sacrifices I made
Now i'm in the shade, seeing how the game is played"
Little Brother f/ O-Dash, "One Eleven"
just a brain dump from the last few weeks of lapsed blogging
work: I am at full throttle and going hard. Plenty of projects galore. On one hand, I feel more connected than ever to the district's overall efforts to impact learning. I've always felt that what we did in my department was unique because of the deep connections and relationships we were able to forge with teachers and students. But now I am starting to broaden the scope of our outreach beyond just the techies. And it has been an enthralling ride of dismay and disillusionment; empathy and excitement.
politics: What more can be said that hasn't already been hashed and rehashed on a daily - if not hourly - basis. Obama is poised to literally flip the script. Hope is one helluva drug, ain't it? I'm just wondering if we'll be hearing James Weldon Johnson's anthem at the inauguration. Speaking of which, if this thing goes down as expected, I'm going to have to roll down to DC for that. My moms took a leave of absence and bounced to Ohio to work on the campaign. She's geeked to the tenth degree, to say the least. I am just very, very concerned that for all the inspiration and pride that this election can possibly bring, things won't change much.
bball: I got a team together to play in this league. Finally, I thought, put my crew of homeboys together on one squad so we can chill beyond the club and Football Sundays. Alas, we have no chemistry. Le sigh. We'll get it together eventually, I suppose.
Games: I used to enjoy playing Scrabulous on facebook until Hasbro started suing folks. They got shut down, but apparently the real Scrabble finally hired a technology team to develop an app. So of course I had to try it out. So far, it seems okay but in the back of my mind I am thinking, yo, this shT sucks to high hell, son. Le sigh.
Connecting The Dots: I have been paying some attention to South Africa lately. President Mbeki was forced out and it seems that the ANC may be splitting into rival factions soon. Apparently, the younger generation is grateful for the ANC's legacy of fighting against apartheid, yet aren't that connected to its causes and are even a bit suspicious of some its ungrounded motives. Hmm. Methinks that sounds eerily similar to our very own NAACP and its struggles to woo my peer generation into its movement.
Music: It will BEHOOVE you to check out the Foreign Exchange. If ever I was more serious about embracing something so intangible that it could compel you to change your world view, go listen to this album. You don't even have to buy it, unless you happen to like it. And you will. Seriously though, Phonte is truly one of the most formidable artists f our time. And he definitely doesn't have the widespread recognition that he should. Speaking of which; the same could be said for several others. Chaundon is super ill with the wordplay. Elzhi is simply amazing with his delivery. Jean Grae is a phenomenal lyricist and storyteller. Wordsworth will probably never get his just due and the attention he so very much deserves. Blitz has an uncomparable amount of passion and soul. Toni Blackman is utterly talented to the nth degree. And Pharoahe Monch is still a slept-on living legend. Whew.
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