Age 7 in America

Yesterday I was watching a documentary called "Age 7 in America." Eight children --aged 7-- of various races and backgrounds from all over the country were interviewed about their very different lives. It was amazing to compare the answers of, for example, a caucasian girl from New York City attending one of the best private schools and an african american boy from the projects in Chicago. When asked if drugs and violence exist in their community, the girl was appalled and couldn't imagine such an idea, whereas the boy said he saw a man get shot in the eyeball just the other day as he was leaving for school.

This immediately reminded me of limited fork theory. We are all so affected by our backgrounds, whether or not we know it, and the things we are exposed to shape our view about the world. The only way to extend our knowledge-- or the tines of our fork-- is to get out and meet new people and experience new things. Even just by watching this documentary my fork has been elongated in ways I probably can't even consciously acknowledge.

Happy forking!

Here's a quote my mom shot my way yesterday:

I AM GOD AND ONE WITH ALL OTHER PARTS OF GOD - I AM EQUAL TO ALL OTHER PARTS OF GOD - I AM ALWAYS PART OF THE PURE BEING OF GOD EVEN THOUGH I PERCEIVE OTHERWISE - ALL MY CHOICES ARE BENEFICIAL TO MY SPIRITUAL GROWTH - ALL CHOICES ARE NEITHER GOOD NOR BAD, THEY ARE SIMPLY EXPERIENCES - MISTAKES GIVE ME WISDOM AND HELP ME TO GROW AND DO NOT NEED TO BE FORGIVEN - I AM ALWAYS CONNECTED TO MY HIGHER SELF EVEN THOUGH I PERCEIVE OTHERWISE - I AM THE PURE BEING OF GOD AND GOD LOVES ME AS ITSELF - I AM A BEING OF LOVE.

~ GLEN RUSSEL

I thought I'd share this in thinking about the part declaring all choices as experiences, not mistakes, and moreover, that mistakes are  beneficial things.  I think this could connect to what I've been focusing on about miscommunication and how it is not only beneficial, but perhaps essential.  I keep thinking more and more about this for my project, but I need some advice and/or brainstorming help. Could I maybe attempt to catalogue moments of miscommunication? Record them? Collect an assortment of various forms of miscommunication - the poem from my previous post, the "fake" word in my tumblr post, various autocorrects, and find a way in which to present them -- maybe even do this as though they are completely "normal"....In other words, create a "life scene" where all texts are only autocorrects, all language involves half-words, all editions of literature are different, containing unique errors...I'm thinking this could make a really awesome presentation in the form of a one act play! I would collect instances of "miscommunication" and then utilize them in the play! Thoughts????

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New post on miscommunication

hey guys, here's another new blog post:
http://thelogancorey.tumblr.com/

AND, here's a sampling of the post:

AWARING /əˈwerɪŋ / noun 1. the act of a person having knowledge and sharing it with himself and/or another person: What did Bill want? Oh, he was just awaring me that the shipment was going to come in a little late today. 

Interconnectedness

"To believe in the interweaving of all existence, is to sense all men in one man, the whole world in a grain of sand, eternity in a moment" -Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel This quote gets me thinking--what if one moment in my day didn't exist? Would I still end up where I am now? What if a moment had been replaced with another or altered in some way? Might I still think the same things I am thinking now? And if I am happy now, then do I owe my gratitude to every moment that has made up my life thus far?

My class blog

Hey guys! Here's my personal blog for the class I started today - I've never done a blog all on my own like this before, any advice to help me get the ball rolling?


http://thelogancorey.tumblr.com/

Am I missing something?

“The coolness of a water-lily rounding into bloom is different from the coolness of an evening wind in summer, and different again from the coolness of the rain that soaks into the hearts of growing things and gives them life and body. The velvet of a rose is not that of a ripe peach or of a baby’s dimpled cheek. The hardness of a rock is to the hardness of wood what a man’s deep bass is to a woman’s voice when it is low. What I call beauty I find  in certain combinations of all these qualities, and is largely derived from the flow of curved and straight lines which is all over things” —Helen Keller

Beauty comes to me as easily as opening my eyes. It almost feels like I’m cheating. There is no effort in my appreciation of beauty. I see something, and I either find it beautiful or I don’t. There’s no conscious effort in the decision of beauty. This breeds the question: does there need to be effort in finding something beautiful? Is my idea of beauty less legitimate because I don’t have to reach out and touch something—because there is little effort in my observation of the universe? 

I'd like to think that maybe with some effort, I can find everything beautiful. Even a worm, as gross as it may seem at first, can still be beautiful. It lives in the earth and eats the dirt to make food for plants and trees that I find beautiful immediately. I have to just try and be mindful, and not take anything for face value, I guess?