Monday, April 30, 2012

Material Obsession #2: STICKS

Whether in the form of twigs, dowels, candles, stakes, pins, eating utensils or writing implements, I can't seem to get enough of STICKS.  They imply the essence of a line and provide a multitude of possibilities for drawing in space.  I've collected a few images and LINKS here as another record of my fascination.



"The stick may be the world’s oldest toy. Animals play with sticks, and we use them to play fetch with our dogs. Children find sticks an endless source of make-believe fun. Sticks can turn into swords, magic wands, majorette batons, fishing poles, and light sabers. When children pretend with sticks, they cultivate their creativity and develop their imaginations." MORE

How to Drive a Stick Shift in Ten Easy Steps

Pick Up Sticks


"Sticks and Stones is an English language children's rhyme. It persuades the child victim of name-calling to ignore thetaunt, to refrain from physical retaliation, and to remain calm and good-natured. The phrase is found at least as early as 1872, where it is presented as advice in Tappy's Chicks: and Other Links Between Nature and Human Nature, by Mrs. George Cupples"

Monday, April 9, 2012

Get It In Your Mind #41: Decisions, Decisions

Everybody knows the reputation; being black at YALE can be detrimental to your soulful.  I can attest to the utter whiteness of the institution, and for a while it looked like I might be just another statistic.  You know the one - data points grateful to have survived long enough for commencement, topped with a post-graduation round of wound licking and re-calibration.  This can easily be anyone's future when deciding to walk within a complex historical space that has housed the likes of Eli Whitney, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, Hillary Clinton, Clarence Thomas, Sonia Sotomayor, among others.  But I have recently  decided that two years of bad memories and student debt are mutually exclusive.  Since the debt has already been determined, my measure of happiness at YALE is now my responsibility. And, because I am black, I do believe that I have special access to a collective consciousness that makes me well suited to handle such a task.  I mean, how else do you explain the best parts of Americana running parallel with an American Holocaust?   In light of this toolkit, I wonder why we still rely upon the the duck-and-cover technique?  Most of the conversations I've had about the grad school experience were excercises in commiseration, which I generally enjoy as sport, but reject as an ultimate solution.  Convinced that my mother's death has made me more attuned to my feelings, I'm learning to balance an acute sense of grief with the forward movement of my life's journey.  Luckily, I am one of those water-off-a-duck's-back types- instinctually  positive.  That being said, this charmed life perspective has lent itself to a number of strategies that I find useful in creating a graduate school experience that is not just bearable, but exciting.  These suggestions are culturally based and biased towards individuals who self-identify as black, but I do believe that there are elements that can be applied universally.  And so it goes...
  • You will have to work twice as hard to achieve success. (I know you have heard this countless times before, but it is likely that the notion has been related to modes of production.  For example a paper, presentation or project had to be of luminescent quality for passable  acknowledgement.  But this is not the work I am referring to.  No, this measure of effort is strictly applied to your relationship to others.  If you are to be successful in arenas predominated by the mainstream (i.e. white people), you must discover ways to connect with as many individuals as you can. This outreach should be extended to your classmates, faculty, administration, staff, spouses and children- should you come into contact with any.  And since it actually does 'take a village', you must create one.)
  •  Stellar performances require rehearsals.  (Many self-identified black people have a strong sense of 'keeping it real', but I suggest we explore 'keeping it reality'.  It's true, I do think white people are crazy, but I also think black people are a bit touched if we think we can unleash the 'realness' without  the 'rehearsal'.  The reality is that most of us experience the greatest proportion of interactions with people who occupy the same social/cultural/historical/economic space, so we've rehearsed all kinds of conversations to the point of 'naturalness'.  We've become experts at the various roles we can play within these communities.  The family reunion is a wonderful example of this.  But, within the context of a whitened landscape, I've found myself frustrated by missed ques.  To improve the exchange, it's been helpful to consider conversations with 1-2 people as a rehearsal, and dialogues featuring 4 or more as performances.  While do I think interpersonal performance is a hallmark of all stratified communities, allowing a space to practice certainly grounds my perspective.)
  • The truth is always revealing itself. (The truth exists as energy- it is neither created nor destroyed. Often during evaluations/critiques I felt like my intentions were questioned to the point of interrogation.  Interpretations of my work seemed to be restrictive connections to a black™ experience, reducing the formal and conceptual choices I made to invisibility and trumping exploratory development with 'implications'.  It is here that I discovered an important truth truth; that the limitations of an audience is actually a mask of privilege that you can ask them to remove. Whether the request is granted or denied is not the point.  Truth is found in the question, not necessarily the answer.
  • A Chip on your shoulder stays salty. (One word: Hypertension.)
Stay tuned for the next installment in this victory code: PSYCHO-ECONOMICS

SAY WORD: An Exploration of Contemporary Philosophy

Black Trash, Street Lit, Urban Fiction, Hood Tales - however the genre is identified, I can't seem to get enough.  Both my travel plans and general down-time are not complete without the sex-filled, drug dealing, drama-fied exploits of the inhabitants of these literary chocolate cities. And, in the midst of all this luscious negrocity, I am amped to discover nuggets of wisdom and a philosophical cannon custom made for our capitalized culture. I thought I might use these these discoveries as material to critique the processes that determine what kinds of subjects are elevated to scholarly research, as well as the language we use to communicate particular ideals. SAY WORD is my most recent handling of urban fiction.  The work already includes an unexpected cast of collaborators:  A graduate student in the German Studies Department, a creator of Soap Fan DVD's and a Private Librarian, coupled with German dubbed excerpts of General Hospital and The Golden Girls (ultimately, with English subtitles of course).  It's wickedly convoluted and I can't wait to finish building out the concept.  In the meantime, one of my classmates has updated me on the hip hop scene in Deutschland.  Enjoy.