Great for Baltimore tourism: My new favorite show Thursday, Jun 19 2008 

What is it about this show that has me enthralled and wishing I could afford HBO?  Simple plot on its face, a group of cops going after a group of drug dealers controlling a patch of public housing in Baltimore.  And sure, Dominic West is quite enjoyable to watch. But I think what grabs me is the complexity of the show’s many characters, none of whom are all good or bad and all of whom I feel like I know personally.  I watched the first season in the course of a week and I’m very excited about the next four. And quite frankly, it reminds me to be grateful that my city is not facing a situation like this. And I’ll admit it, it’s lines like these:

“Did you come?”

“Do you care?”

Ha!

It was awesome, that weekend at the alma mater Thursday, Jun 19 2008 

A Spike in Screams Before Graduation

By PETER APPLEBOME

Published: May 25, 2008
MIDDLETOWN, Conn.

At first it just seemed like another high-minded commencement for the eco age — green ribbons, information on buying carbon offsets to negate emissions from long-distance travel, music by Wesleyan University’s manic, thunderous Japanese taiko drummers, an A-list, politically appropriate speaker in Senator Edward M. Kennedy.

But then came an altercation between the police and students, described on campus alternately as “the incident” or “the riot,” and Mr. Kennedy’s withdrawal after his brain cancer diagnosis and the announcement that Barack Obama would pinch hit, Indiana Jones-style. Who says graduation has to be boring?

If everything about college is also about something else — marketing, mission, politics, placating alumni, even education — there was no shortage of story lines to be found in the events leading up to Wesleyan’s 176th commencement on Sunday. But at this historically (if, officials insist, not uniformly) liberal university, no one was complaining about the finale. Let’s face it, Wesleyan’s getting Mr. Obama as a last-minute graduation speaker, even if under trying circumstances, was a little like Notre Dame getting the pope.

“Everyone found out at the same time after we put it on our Web page,” said Holly Wood (yes, but she’s actually just a working-class kid from the Poconos), co-founder of a widely read student blog, Wesleying (wesleying.blogspot.com). “I got out of my car and everyone was screaming, and my phone went off and someone told me, and I screamed. I called my mom, and she screamed. It was like this relay effect of people on the campus, all screaming.”

It has been fairly apparent for some time that if college students were the ones to pick the next president, Mr. Obama would be in very good shape. But few places would be more hospitable than Wesleyan, a school of 3,200 students long known for liberal instincts in politics, arts and campus culture.

Still, even at Wesleyan, there’s a recognition that there’s a fine line between being perceived as progressive and being perceived as one of the last outposts of the Woodstock Nation. So the school’s president, Michael S. Roth, a 1978 Wesleyan alum, is quick to point out less politically correct Wesleyan grads (Bill Belichick ’75, the coach of the New England Patriots, was among those inducted Friday into the first class of the Wesleyan Athletics Hall of Fame). And he says academic rigor, success in the sciences and political activism all coexist comfortably on campus.

“There’s a stereotype based on a little sliver of the campus that became well known in the 1980s, but that’s totally inaccurate now,” he said. “There’s an amazing level of true diversity here; we have a Christian fellowship and Young Republicans, as well as students who want us to divest from doing business with companies that make weapons.”

Students have somewhat mixed feelings. In a brand-name world (and a recession job market), students care about the Wesleyan brand, too, and can do without the more baroque post-hippie notions of life there. On the other hand, some worry that the administration is too intent on creating a watered-down, made-for-the-rankings image, a tension highlighted when Mr. Roth decided it was time to rename the beloved Zonker Harris Day festivities, which paid tribute, often quite literally, to the drug-addled character from Doonesbury. That provided more grist for aggrieved “Keep Wesleyan Weird” traditionalists. The fallback position was to call the event “Ze Who Must Not Be Named Day.”

And then there was the less airy campus controversy that popped up May 16, when Middletown police cars unexpectedly converged on about 150 Wesleyan students celebrating the end of exams on a street of university-owed housing. According to the police and student reports, a bottle was thrown at a police car and things quickly got out of control. Five students were arrested, and the police used pepper spray and Tasers to break up the crowd. At least two students were bitten by police dogs. Mr. Roth, on his blog, cited both inappropriate actions by students and an overreaction by the police, but it was all, as Zonker Harris might have said, a bummer, both as event and as metaphor.

As one senior pointed out, students shouting “Hell no, we won’t go,” after an altercation at a party, isn’t quite the model of civic engagement the largely privileged Wesleyan students say they aspire to. And it did not help that online newspaper comment pages were full of hostile remarks, a reminder that being at an elite university might impress some people but it makes you a fat target for others and that times change but town/gown tensions seem to be eternal.

So students were licking their wounds, and balancing sympathy for Mr. Kennedy with concerns about whether they’d have a commencement speaker when Mr. Obama’s surprise appearance was announced on Thursday.

On Friday, the taiko brigade was pounding away like maniacs on drums and plastic garbage cans and seniors were pondering life beyond Mr. Obama, when they will descend en masse on Brooklyn or Boston, the two prescribed destinations.

Most seemed to proclaim themselves more than satisfied with their Wesleyan education and more or less ready for what passes for the real world. “I’d say I feel as prepared as any 22-year-old could,” said Alex Rosen, a senior from Newton, Mass. “Which isn’t that prepared.”

Yes indeed. Thursday, Jun 19 2008 

And B? This one’s for you! Thursday, Jun 19 2008 

Because it feels good Thursday, Jun 19 2008 

I told a gentleman I know, B, that I had started my own blog on impulse last night. He couldn’t understand why somone would feel the urge to share with the faceless masses… and how it made any sense to use it as a tool to communicate with friends. Why not pick up a phone and call? And, he helpfully pointed out, do I really want future employers to read about my feelings on Busta? He has a point on the latter. I do find this fun however… so easy, a record of my thoughts, and a way to keep connected with folks who might want to catch up with me at their leisure… say, at 2am when they can’t sleep and are looking for a distraction.  And, did I mention my page was viewed 6 times today? Not bad, considering I only sent one person to it. It feels kind of good… like naked sunbathing, when there is just a chance you will be seen.

 

I heart this other Marley. Thursday, Jun 19 2008 

I’ve been gone awhile away from you when I hope you overstand
That I got to do what I must do to be a better man
Cause if I was just to act a fool do nothing for myself
Then all my blessings would be cursed my world would be crumbling
It’s a joy when I sit down and think cause of the good things that we have
And what we do to make it through when the good turns into bad
Well I hope you find it in your heart and know these words are true
And please don’t fuss because I mist go do what I must do

Hey baby don’t you worry, even though the road is rocky
I’ll be coming home to you again
And if you thought that I was lost, I have to bury my cross
Now I’m free from all these chains

A time and space a different place a perfect we might be
I would be the wind that blows you be that widow tree
And I could never bail and thought of you not by my side
So I would be the one to tell you be the cool of night
And everyday I pray to Jah that one day you will see
And overstand the fact I must fulfill my destiny
I hope you find it in your heart and know these words are true
And please don’t cry you know I must do what I must do

Hey baby don’t you worry, even though the road is rocky
I’ll be coming home to you again
And if you thought that I was lost, I have to bury my cross
Now I’m free from all these chains

Well then it’s not easy, Jah knows I have tried I tried
So don’t you get weary (Oh God) Jah knows I tried

And God knows, that life is one big road
With alot of signs and turns and twist and curves
Even though the road is rocky
But maintain to ride and keep on rockin
From, city to city backyard to yard
And we, be seein the cites standin under the lights
And the spot is hot it’s cold and lonely at nights
And I’m feenin and I’m dreamin and I’m holdin you tight
But hold on, every single road I rode on
Come to an end and I’m back home again
So baby please don’t cry
Cause nobody knows and it’s no bye bye bye
And our love don’t die with the passin of time
It just grow more, it just keep strong
And even though I’m gone I ain’t movin too far
Your the light through the dark shinnin right through my heart
So my journey just start

Hey baby don’t you worry, even though the road is rocky
I’ll be coming home to you again
And if you thought that I was lost, I have to bury my cross
Now I’m free from all these chains

And if you thought that I was lost, I have to bury my cross
Now I’m free from all these chains

And this is just the first verse. Wednesday, Jun 18 2008 

Touch it- bring it – pay it – watch it -
turn it – leave it – stop – format it
Aiyyo Swizz I don’t think they ready for this shit
Aiyyo let me take they ass back to the club real quick 


(Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh)
Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh)
Lot of my bitches be comin from miles around
See they be cumin (Uh!) cause they know how the God get down (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO HOLDIN THE THRONE SO GIMME THE CROWN (Huh)
NIGGAS SOLUTIN AND TRYIN TO GIVE ME A POUND (Come on)
I DON’T REALLY FUCK WITH YOU NIGGAS YOU NIGGAS IS CLOWN
MAKIN THE BITCHES STRIPPIN THROW THEY SHIT ON THE GROUND
(Get low Bus!) Now that’s the way that it goes (Uh huh)
When we up in the spot the shit be flooded with hoes (Come on)
See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothes
That’s when you get it (Huh) mami already know I suppose (TURN IT UP!!)
SHORTY WILDIN AND SHORTY OPEN SHE BEASTIN IT OUT
FOR THE RECORD (Huh) JUST A SECOND I’M FREAKIN IT OUT (Come on)
WHILE SHE TRYIN TO Touch SEE I WAS PEEPIN IT OUT
SHE TURNED AROUND AND WAS TRYIN TO PUT MY DICK IN HER MOUTH I LET HER   

 

The need to share… Wednesday, Jun 18 2008 

Why create a blog at the age of 27 after years of disinterest? I don’t know.  I suspect my thoughts are of little interest to any one but me. Yet here I am.

Its almost midnight and I am listening to a great mix of Busta Rhymes and Bob Dylan.  No hint of my inner country girl, who will come out to play when I visit M & A in August and then head to… get ready… the Iowa State Fair! Yay. www.iowastatefair.org

Meanwhile, as I listen to Busta, I keep thinking pop culture is so bad for young girls and I should really be a mentor or volunteer in some capacity or start a program… I could maybe do a lot on the local level. Will I?

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