Another Day Another Dollar

Late Fees: Overdue Books, Overdue Rent, Overdue Potential

The latter, it is a shame to see any potential going to waste.  My potential, well, before my potential is spoken of I must change some of my character.

There is a ton of potential in the world, there is also much chaos which may hinder or promote potential.  I hope chaos is not a larger producer of potential than is peace.

I sit and read the news comfortably at my home, and I want to pay back the world which gives me such a privilege.  I know that just because something in the world happens and I am living a comfortable life, doesn’t mean I am responsible and a bad person for not immediately dropping everything and going to help, we as privileged people are complacent however.  I would rather do what I can for people.

All my life people have done so much to help me and to foster my education.  From the beginning my parents tried educating me about topics such as racism understanding that I would face it sooner or later; they choose to educate me sooner than later.  That is not to toot my horn and say I know all, just that I am glad they chose to educate me from a young age.  They realized I would have to face it, as a minority in this nation.

Adoption, as Professor Sara Docan-Morgan states, “is a tool, it is a lens through which we can see more complex perspectives for we are not tied to one culture but are constantly strung between two”.  Something along those lines.

I would like to apply this tool to be able to help get peoples voices out.  I do not believe it is up to me to solve world problems, but if I have the chance to help I would like to.

Namely where freedom of speech is at hand.  Not even just freedom of speech, but wherever someone wants to get their voice out.  I would like to help, we’ve all had those times when we felt no one was listening yet we wanted nothing more than to have someone to confide in.  Someone to understand, someone to care, simply someone to listen.

The world listens, the world listens if the voice is publicized.  Not to say action will be taken necessarily, but the words will be heard.

That being said, I believe I am naive.  Ask me about issues, I honestly do not know the most.  I read the news from a handful of sources, primarily British and American.  They are credible, but it would be better to have as many perspectives as possible.  I need to learn humility in the face of information.  I am limited.

I just feel that there is something I can do.  I feel that it is not my place to step in everywhere, as Americans are portrayed as doing (whether to spread democracy or to be saviors), however one part of democracy I do believe in is freedom of speech.  I love speaking: it has gotten me in trouble at times and saved me in others.  Likewise, it has showed how young I am and at the same time helped me grow so much.

I would like to help the world grow via words.

I will continue my education and continue talking to people.  I will bite my tongue and will not be too quick to judge any situation before looking into it, learning the history, and what the options hold for the future.  I would really like to help people get their voice out, specifically of injustices.  Some evil is necessary, but how much actually?  That cannot be an excuse to let many suffer, especially not by those as privileged as I.  I must help those who cannot use that excuse to turn a blind eye.

I must.

 

Maybe I am not so naive.  I am not sure.  Either way, I am always surprised by how much more there is to an issue, so thinking about stuff and becoming educated is a good first step I would say.  One thing at a time.

I got a job at The Racquet, the University of Wisconsin – La Crosse news paper, as a ‘view point’ writer.  I hope to gain experience from this which I can apply to my aforementioned goal.  I also am going to be volunteering at this place where my friend Lisa is going to be interning, a place with program for training people in dealing with domestic abuse relationships.  There will be thirty hours of training over a few weeks, and after completion of training we will be able to hold sessions and be on the abuse hotline.  I think this will be good for becoming humble and listening to people.  I also want to know more about this issue because it is pretty serious and a shame for anyone to have to go through.  I was warned it is from feminist point of view, but I cannot live life solely through a Frankly point of view.

Back to The Racquet though, I am very happy about this position.  The experience will definitely be appreciated.

I am glad I am at home in Madison, Wisconsin, right now.  It is nice to have to time sit down and read the news and do some thinking in a comfortable environment.  Nothing better than your parents couch, right?

 

I am super happy my parents are not going to move, as they had been planning to have completed by the end of 2014, because I am especially fond of this home.  It is my childhood house, sure, but it is also very unique (I would say).  I like the fact that it is very open and that the main ceilings aren’t flat but rather are slanted.  It adds a lot of negative space which, as it does in photography, adds a level of aesthetic to this house that really adds some grandeur.

 

Tomorrow, I will not call the adoption agency.  Monday.  Monday. Monday.

 

Monday, no bullshit.

 

I’m very tired.

 

I am going to read George Orwell’s “Politics and the English Language”, for I have heard via the grapevine that it will greatly improve my writing capabilities.

 

Accessible here —> http://www.orwell.ru/library/essays/politics/english/e_polit

The link will open in a new window.

Only open if you have the intent to read, otherwise save your time.

 

 

Thailand.  Venezuela.  Ukraine.

Will protests like these ever take place in the land of the Chinese Communist Party?

 

 

FREE SPEECH

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Toilet Run

Wordless Chorus, listen to it.  Awesome song.

 

Sauerkraut.  Awesome food.  Nothing better than a chedder brat with sauerkraut, except perhaps a good beer brat.  I’ve always liked it, kraut, the perfect condiment for such a food.

I remember trying to make a point of how much I liked it at one point in time.  At that moment, to me, it was a source of identification as a Wisconsin resident and as an American of the North.

Somebody said to my friends and I as we walked the streets of La Crosse ‘Welcome to the Great White North’… well thanks but I have been here for a while.  South-East, granted, butttt still.

I spent extensive time (in my view) at my cabin in the Northern Woods, so, I’ll be sure to welcome that gent up there as well if he doesn’t already have a cabin.

 

Anyhow, back to the Sauerkraut.  Yes, I found it as a way to identify as American and I was pretty proud that I was such a fan.  That was short lived.  I still enjoy it, but it is just a bomb condiment to me now.  

I can’t describe how I felt though, it was a naive attempt to find some identification.  Do I identify as the foods I like?  I love food from all over, so shall I identify as a citizen of the world?  Build more ego or let it go; ought I simply identify as Franklin?  I will for now.

 

For now.  We’ll see what happens.

 

E-mail came from the adoption agency, awesome.  I gotta call the American office tomorrow.  Turns out it is located in Appleton, that is where my Aunt and Uncle live.  Awesome place.  Can’t wait to see what is next.

 

Woot.

 

Stay well