A whitty, up-to-date response to Wharf.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Battle
I debate if I should tell you.
Waiting
If I should let you know how I feel
Or if I should forget
Let the memory slip away
Let the self reformation just become part of me
I debate if I should tell you.
If I should draft it in word
You meant something to me
Did I mean anything to you
Did I jump alone?
Did you come with me?
Did you come with me?
If I jump again
Will you be there
Waiting
Alone
Waiting
With passion
Waiting
With only distance?
Black Hole
Life sucks without you
It is a black hole that rejects the stars
A vortex that spits
Life sucks without you blessing me with kisses
Heralding me with compliments
Without your soothing reflections
Life sucks without you there
Without your gestures of care
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
On The Edge
I feel like I am standing on the edge.
Like that cliff in Guatemala.
When I dared to jump,
I got a running start,
I began to leap,
then I held back.
It's like that with you.
We have a running start,
getting so close,
then freeze, pull back,
rewind.
You make me feel
like I am throwing myself,
just me, you, and gravity,
into the water,
into the waves,
into an experience.
So why can't I just leap?
Why can't I make it over the hump?
It's time to jump,
I am ready to leave the edge,
fall into you.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
I can't say
You ask
But I can't tell.
I don't know.
I am not aware.
You don't know me well enough
But how well do I know myself?
At least here,
now,
with you.
How can I be a director,
a master,
a commander,
when I don't know,
when I haven't felt?
Show me?
Teach me?
Help me feel?
But I can't tell.
I don't know.
I am not aware.
You don't know me well enough
But how well do I know myself?
At least here,
now,
with you.
How can I be a director,
a master,
a commander,
when I don't know,
when I haven't felt?
Show me?
Teach me?
Help me feel?
Holding Back
Why
do
I
hold back?
Why
do
I
not let
myself
feel?
Why
do
I
hold up
a shield?
From
what
am I
protecting
myself?
Or someone else?
Is it loss?
Is it risk?
Is it fear?
Is it the experience?
Is it a redefinition of myself?
Is it a redefinition of someone else?
Is it including myself in someone else's self definition?
Is it including someone else in my self definition?
What is guiding me?
What is redirecting me?
If I can't define it, why do I feel it?
Why do I hold back?
do
I
hold back?
Why
do
I
not let
myself
feel?
Why
do
I
hold up
a shield?
From
what
am I
protecting
myself?
Or someone else?
Is it loss?
Is it risk?
Is it fear?
Is it the experience?
Is it a redefinition of myself?
Is it a redefinition of someone else?
Is it including myself in someone else's self definition?
Is it including someone else in my self definition?
What is guiding me?
What is redirecting me?
If I can't define it, why do I feel it?
Why do I hold back?
Feels good, but is it right?
July 10, 2010
It feels good, but is it right?
What is the exchange, is it balanced?
Is it mental,
emotional,
visceral,
spiritual?
What will come out of it?
It is experience.
It is feeling
It is passion
It is fear.
Is it to be forgotten?
Is it to be remembered and shelved?
Should it make me angry?
Should it make me confused?
Should it make me guilty?
Should I dream?
Should I think?
Should I feel?
Should I speak?
There's nothing like the time, during the song.
The chorus, under the stars
The hand in hand,
back to front,
lips on cheek,
heart on heart.
The lyrics pulsing,
reverberating,
streaming through blood.
Blood of passion,
blood of desire,
blood of confusion,
blood of love?
From verse to verse,
minds wander,
hands trail,
hearts beat.
But back to reality
what does it mean?
It is time threatened.
Is it cut short?
What could it be?
Could it be more?
It feels good, but is it right?
It feels good, but is it right?
What is the exchange, is it balanced?
Is it mental,
emotional,
visceral,
spiritual?
What will come out of it?
It is experience.
It is feeling
It is passion
It is fear.
Is it to be forgotten?
Is it to be remembered and shelved?
Should it make me angry?
Should it make me confused?
Should it make me guilty?
Should I dream?
Should I think?
Should I feel?
Should I speak?
There's nothing like the time, during the song.
The chorus, under the stars
The hand in hand,
back to front,
lips on cheek,
heart on heart.
The lyrics pulsing,
reverberating,
streaming through blood.
Blood of passion,
blood of desire,
blood of confusion,
blood of love?
From verse to verse,
minds wander,
hands trail,
hearts beat.
But back to reality
what does it mean?
It is time threatened.
Is it cut short?
What could it be?
Could it be more?
It feels good, but is it right?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
December Memories
I went home to St. Petersburg, FL a couple of weeks this summer.
I visited a friend from high school and he introduced me to the work of Michel Gondry.
Michel Gondry is a French director--ie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind; a director of music videos by Bjork.
Michel Gondry is genious!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Discussions with Gretchen
May 1, 2009
Today, Gretchen (my boss, PhD anthro) gave me a ton of great advice...
-Connect with Domenic Vitiello
-RE: AUNI Evaluation
- Quantity (number of schools AUNI operates in) vs Quality (making firm connections in a limited number of schools); how well are you serving your students?
- Systemic Inequality (of opportunities)
- Michael Appel
- AUNI is limited by organizational capacity: permission from school, staffing, resources (
-Neoliberalism:
- critiques of neoliberalism?
-
-Privatizing Education
- look at outsourcing of nutrition education in Philadelphia
-
- ethnography of power, poverty, politics
-Empowerment
- is it 1) meaningful?
- is it 2) couched in neoliberalism:
-does it put change in hands of individual?
-does it make meaning and change part of the discussion?
- does it just give info and say, bea agents of change
- or does it do something to help change the system to be agents of change; help people use their knowledge
- there is this disconnect between theory and process!
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Disussion with Corey (in context of organizational capacity)
-Distributive Leadership (impossible without principal as a leader)
-Learning to Learn
-A good survey, Garret Morgan, Images of Organization
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Fling Weekend
April 19, 2009
Fling Weekend @ UPenn
Oh, how I despise fling at Penn.
A weekend that starts Wednesday night.
Drinking, drinking, drinking, and drugs.
Drinking in the open.
Stumbling around, tripping over curbs, hanging on the shoulders of blearly eyed friends.
Sirens blaring as ambulances come to help those students intoxicated beyond the point of blackouts and into sheer unconsciousness.
Why can't we all just acknowledge our limits? Why can't we take the advice my roomate has disseminated--"Tipsy, not trashed!"? What happened to the natural high of being among friends, under the beaming sun, surrounded by cherry blossoms, music, and daffodils, and tulips. This true beauty surrounds us, why must it be hindered by a blanket of intoxication?
I chose to run away from fling this year. I spent Friday night, instead of swaying to Akon in the weedy fumes of Franklin Field, among great friends dancing to salsa, bachata, merengue, and reggaeton downtown. And I enjoyed it! I learned more about my friends' aspirations, their limits, and their everyday life. It made me feel good. Really good, and not the good that comes with a temporary high or buzz.
I like spring, but I don't think you need to enjoy it with a beer in one hand, a rum and coke in the other. I choose to enjoy in running in the sun, down the river; walking to the market; walking in the night without a heavy wool coat.
So, this year, I decided to avoid fling and I don't regret it at all!
Fling Weekend @ UPenn
Oh, how I despise fling at Penn.
A weekend that starts Wednesday night.
Drinking, drinking, drinking, and drugs.
Drinking in the open.
Stumbling around, tripping over curbs, hanging on the shoulders of blearly eyed friends.
Sirens blaring as ambulances come to help those students intoxicated beyond the point of blackouts and into sheer unconsciousness.
Why can't we all just acknowledge our limits? Why can't we take the advice my roomate has disseminated--"Tipsy, not trashed!"? What happened to the natural high of being among friends, under the beaming sun, surrounded by cherry blossoms, music, and daffodils, and tulips. This true beauty surrounds us, why must it be hindered by a blanket of intoxication?
I chose to run away from fling this year. I spent Friday night, instead of swaying to Akon in the weedy fumes of Franklin Field, among great friends dancing to salsa, bachata, merengue, and reggaeton downtown. And I enjoyed it! I learned more about my friends' aspirations, their limits, and their everyday life. It made me feel good. Really good, and not the good that comes with a temporary high or buzz.
I like spring, but I don't think you need to enjoy it with a beer in one hand, a rum and coke in the other. I choose to enjoy in running in the sun, down the river; walking to the market; walking in the night without a heavy wool coat.
So, this year, I decided to avoid fling and I don't regret it at all!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
25 March 2009_Marcia Ochoa
March 25, 2009
Marcia Ochoa, assistant professor @ UC Santa Cruz, gave a talk today titled: “La moda nace en Paris y muere en Caracas ”: Fashion, Beauty and Consumption on the (Trans) National."
Her talk mostly communicated the content and argument in her upcoming book of the same title.
Some points that I appreciated and terms that I would like to investigate more:
-variegation (variegated sovereignty)
-"capitalize on heretogeneity"
-modernity, center, and periphery
Friday, April 10, 2009
Nancy Scheper Hughes
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Today, medical anthropologist Nancy Scheper Hughes came to campus to speak about organ trafficking. I was familiar with Scheper-Hughes through reading Death Without Weeping, an ethnographic account of maternal-child relationships in Brazil.
Nancy Scheper Hughes is director of Organ Watch, a group that monitors and makes an effort to document organ trafficking.
Some points she brought up that I would like to further explore include...
RELATING TO ORGAN TRAFFICKING
Today, medical anthropologist Nancy Scheper Hughes came to campus to speak about organ trafficking. I was familiar with Scheper-Hughes through reading Death Without Weeping, an ethnographic account of maternal-child relationships in Brazil.
Nancy Scheper Hughes is director of Organ Watch, a group that monitors and makes an effort to document organ trafficking.
Some points she brought up that I would like to further explore include...
RELATING TO ORGAN TRAFFICKING
- invisible sacrifice
- donors as "biodisposables"
- "fresh organs" (from living donors)
- Ethical Transplant Committee
- Bellagio Taskforce (http://www.icrc.org/Web/Eng/siteeng0.nsf/iwpList302/87DC95FCA3C3D63EC1256B66005B3F6C)
- Israel as a special case because of political/cultural attitude (brain death is not death) -->Zaki Shapira -->http://www.bmj.com/cgi/content/full/334/7601/973
- -->Israel formally outsourced kidney transplants (but it is contentious to report on this because of "blood libel" and tension towards Israel)
- Argentina's Colonia Montes de Oca
- India
- -->bio-availability
- -->bio sociality
- -->emergence of cyclosporine as key
- -->Lawrence Cohen's scholarship (http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m1134/is_n8_v107/ai_21191220/)
- -->medical citizenship
- -->economic involvement
- Surgical medical diplomacy
- GLOBAL VALUES
- -->how do values travel?
- -->attitudes towards market solutions
- -->body as commodity
- -->human dignity and human freedom
- -->lethal injection as medicalized; mix of medicine and criminal justice
- -->ex] China didn't understand what's wrong with using executed prisoner population for transplants
- -->transparency as a Western value
- -->neoliberal defense of organ sales
- -->Anthropological Defense against organ trafficking
- ----->global social justice
- ----->equity
- ----->solidarity
- ----->values at stake
- Neoliberal versus anthropological values
- -->humanitarianism vs utilitarianism
- Lancet article about kidney transplants
- Kidney as a commodity
- -->circulation follows flow of capital in many ways!
- Good article--> "This Little Kidney Went to Market"
- "scars on geopolitical"
- "neocannibalism"
- "kidney half life"
RELATING TO PRACTICING ANTHROPOLOGY
- "scholarship with commitment"
- ethics of anthropology-->criminology & undercover
FURTHER SCHOLARSHIP
- Francois Rabelais (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fran%C3%A7ois_Rabelais)
- Jean Comaeroff (http://anthropology.uchicago.edu/faculty/faculty_comaroff_jean.shtml)
My Questions--Answered
- Do sellers see their contribution as a gift of life?
- -->not the sense of "transplant altruism" that we typically perceive
- what is coercion?
- -->could just be montary incentive
- Should there be regulation?
- -->big question, maybe a watchgroup is enough ?!?!
- -->it seems countries have set their own legal precedents
Making a shark ejaculate
Weds., April 8, 2009
Today in bio lab we dissected dogfish shark.
My team had a male--we could tell because of the claspers surrounding his cloaca.
After eviscerating the digestive tract, we moved on to the reproductive system. I was following the path of sperm from the testes, through the seminal vesicles down to the seminiferous tubules near the cloaca. Trying to identify where the sperm are ejected from the cloaca, I gave it a little pressure and---squirt.
Like a volcanic eruption, preserved white semen ejected from a hole under the claspers of the cloaca.
Hot, huh?
At least I can please sharks! :)
Today in bio lab we dissected dogfish shark.
My team had a male--we could tell because of the claspers surrounding his cloaca.
After eviscerating the digestive tract, we moved on to the reproductive system. I was following the path of sperm from the testes, through the seminal vesicles down to the seminiferous tubules near the cloaca. Trying to identify where the sperm are ejected from the cloaca, I gave it a little pressure and---squirt.
Like a volcanic eruption, preserved white semen ejected from a hole under the claspers of the cloaca.
Hot, huh?
At least I can please sharks! :)
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