Baldwin

“Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.” –James Baldwin

Optimism without Empathy

“If we have optimism without empathy then it doesn’t matter how much we master the secrets of science. We’re not really solving problems, we’re just working on puzzles.” –Bill Gates

Kindness

“Kindness is not an act. It is a lifestyle.” –Anthony Douglas

 

This App Lets You Share Your Life With A Stranger For 20 Days

“Researchers at MIT have teamed up with The Dalai Lama Center for Ethics and Transformative Values to launch an iPhone app called 20 Day Stranger, which connects two anonymous strangers for 20 days. Though the idea may sound a little stalker-ish, the makers say the intention is to inspire empathy and awareness.”

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“Caminante, no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar.”

(“Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.”)

–Gloria E. Anzaldúa

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At the Columbus College of Art and Design, two rogue college students are creating quite a stir… but not by any normal means. They aren’t cheating or stealing, they are causing a creative riot. The anonymous duo, who go by the name Dangerdust, sneak into a classroom each week and create a masterpiece out of nothing but chalk. (Source)

Dangerdust: Tumblr // Facebook // Etsy

Technology is no panacea. I believe that deeply. But even as a late adopter — one might even say a lazy adopter — I was moved by b.e. fitzgerald’s poem on the accessibility of beauty, shared connection, and open information that so many of us enjoy today.

“I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.”

b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)

“We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.

When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.

It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable.”

–Mark Nepo

I just had a spiritual experience while spring cleaning to the Black Eyed Peas.

I should emphasize that I don’t celebrate Easter. But yesterday on a whim I bought chocolate nonpareils, a candy that my grandmother favored, and put some on my house altar to honor her and a holiday that my ancestors observed.

Then while spring cleaning today in front of the altar, “Pump It” came on one of my Pandora stations. Spontaneously, I started dancing and had this sudden flash of insight that our ancestors *want* us to enjoy life, to dance and listen to music and take in beautiful spring days.

It felt profound and yet obvious at the same time. And I received it like something between a blessing and an obligation.

Thanks for the spiritual high five, grandmother. <3

A day of walking, shared stories, confessions of humanity – love, loss, and nonlinear time. On the way home, I whisper to a telephone pole, “Remember the earth and sky and how you once swayed in the breeze.” When we tell our truths, the world spins more easily on its axis.

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