Every so often we get to read one of those posts about how awesome ProgressiveU is. I have to confess that I adore those posts. ProgressiveU is a wonderful place. Where else do you get to discuss really important things with really awesome people that you would otherwise never have known? Certainly not Myspace
As I wander down the street on some ponderous nights, I wonder worthlessly Why all the light?
My neighbor always says, “If you don’t know Spanish already, you’d better learn it, because the Latinos saved Phillips; we owe them that much.” In the 1990’s, a wave of immigration increased the Hispanic population of the Phillip’s neighborhood by over 500% (U.S. Census Bureau, 2000). Today, once vacant Lake Street retail space is occupied by Latino-owned businesses.
The contest is winding down. I have a presentation to give to my Thursday class and I have a ten lesson unit plan on Minnesota history to turn in that day. I leave town for Chicago Pride and a wedding on Friday. So this is my chance to say goodbye to this semester's contest and to reflect on everything I've learned these past few months.
I originally wrote this as a comment, but I liked it so much that I decided to give it a blog of its own...
This is perhaps one of the most disgusting attempts by state government to remove the rights of its citizens I have ever read, seen, or heard about. And it's all happening right here in our sunny little state of Florida.
I am pledging right here, right now that I will buy nothing new for the next year. I just watched a film called The Story of Stuff and it has cemented my conviction that consumerism is among the worst problems the world faces. If we don’t experience a major paradigm shift soon, we will hasten our demise.
Today I'd like to share with you a Buddhist story.
You always hear these post 9/11 post office horror stories. People, particularly those that must deal with packages, are leery of anything that looks, smells, or feels funny. Who wouldn't be?
I know it's easy to make judgmental statements about homeless people:
Get a job.
They brought it on themselves.
Why should I contribute a quarter to someone's drug habit?
Generalizations don't make for very good arguments in other situations; why should it be any different for the homeless population?
