taught my first class in the philosophy of race,class, and gender. it was the best feeling ever. the students were super into the discussion (on stereotypes pertaining to race/class/gender). they asked so many good questions. a bunch of them stayed after class to share their reflections with me and ask additional questions. earlier this week, some one asked me “Why philosophy?” and i just wish so bad they had been sitting in on our class today, witnessing the level and quality of discussion and student participation. this came just in time. i could do what i did for fifty minutes this morning for the rest of my life and be the happiest little hummingbird ever.

August 28, 2012

in day dream wandering its heat rising
through cheek boney skin
uncontrollable (wouldn’t want to)
fits of
laughter giggling
shit eating grins
constructing pseudo
names games frames
 
sometimes the ecstasy
so mezmerizing
the general sense of contentedness
so reassuring  sorely reassuring
catch me blubbering unintelligibly through tears
some lame ass story line 
titular line about how
i must be doing something right
and how overwhelmed i am by the meaningfulness
 
in beautiful nightmares is quietly cooling
truth settling down condensed sense most intimate
and intoxicating
involves weaving in absolution thread
 
beautiful reckless spacing out and away
 
in and out and in and out my ideas
 
so just so you know so
i would abandon them
and i would abandon you
and and i would abandon all this
fucking ridiculous non sense
meaning less mess
in a heart beat
my heart beats
away from me anyway
and away and await
 and a weight
and a wait
 so i wait

August 28, 2012

coiled thoughts
spring time 
in my mind
but fall for you

following you
it is still you
on my mind

Flight of the Hummingbird

Illustrated by Yahgulanaas with distinctive Haida Manga illustrations in black and red, Flight of the Hummingbird (Hachette, 2008) shares a traditional tale common in many cultures, particularly Quechan people of South America and the Haida of the North Pacific.

A fire rages through the forest and the animals flee before the flames. As the animals talk about how helpless and vulnerable they are, Dukdukdiya the hummingbird takes one drop of water from the stream to drop on to the fire. While the others bemoan their situation, the hummingbird continues to take water, drop by drop, to the burning forest. When questioned by the others about what she is doing, she replies “I am doing what I can.”

Source: http://suite101.com/article/book-review-flight-of-the-hummingbird-a80866

 

Hummingbird!

August 24, 2012

 

Cookie Monster

August 20, 2012

Israel

August 19, 2012

Israel

Babylon

August 19, 2012

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August 19, 2012

August 11, 2012

And that question brings me to my favorite, soapbox-inspired, resting point: Perhaps, the upshot (or cash value) of this sort of ambiguity-inducing research inquiry—wherein we find ourselves left in more uncertainty, and with even more questions, then when we had started—is precisely that; that is, maybe even us post modern thinkers have operating assumptions framed by ideological faith underwriting our search for knowledge—faith in the paradox that the further we’re willing to go in questioning ourselves, the closer we are actually getting in the search for our truth.