Ever wonder what it would be like to be exposed to only:  one existence, one opinion, one outlook, or just one mind-set? I believe that would be similar to being an amoeba. Seems I learned that somewhere, sometime.

The human species talks of the five senses. Some folks get along with only four … some less. I believe with university, as with blogging, you have a choice on what you want to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel.

TUNE-IN! TINE-OUT; both those characteristics can be good and bad. How much does one miss with tuning-out? I try not to miss anything, then I let my brain process that input and either save-it or sent it to the trash. Being tuned-out … how much does one miss??

University is like that for me. Being a bit older than most of my peers, I suffer from “too much information at times.” But if I pay attention, I get to experience a brand-new world. Why would I want to miss “stuff,” even if I really don’t like, approve or am confused by it. All, shows a different world I know so little about … but, my horizons do broaden. After-all, isn’t that why I came back to school?

That’s what blogging offers me – mental expansion. One gets to know, be exposed, hear, read, see, feel and taste (through referral) so much the world has to offer. Some blogs, hold no interest for me at all. Some, on the outset, appear to be written for some other audience, and then one little tid-bit will catch my eye, and send me down a path I’d never thought of before. I mean: “how kool is that?” A person can be exposed to people’s of the world with so many views, tastes and visions, I could never be connected to through just by the university itself.

That’s why I applaud anyone that wants to travel and be exposed to other cultures. The world we live in is so global; WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO BE AN AMOEBA?

Thanks for visiting. Until next week!

Best!

G.

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My dog and I went to our local farmer’s market today. There was lots of local produce, some other vendors of odds and ends, my local university had a booth along with a few local religious organizations. I’m starting to see more people of varied faiths offering native foods and ideals to this somewhat small south Georgia, U.S. community.

I remember back fifty years or so past when the farmers market here would have looked nothing as it is today. How we as a community have grown, and for the better I would like to think.

“The friends of the Library,” an organization of which I’m a member, were giving away free new children’s books – subjects and story content – varied to all ages and ethinic groups. That would never had happened way back when I was a child. HOW FAR WE HAVE COME! And we still, as a community and nation, have such a long way too go;  but, not as far as it was!!

All – have a greatdae!!

G. 

I’ve decided on this subject, the day after the Fourth of July – our Independence Day, in my home country of the United States of America where we CAN go to school: at any age, being of any race, and any gender or religion – to say – Jezzzzz: “HOW FORTUNATE WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

This is probably “ol’ hat” to some folks and I’m sure at lot of the people who live in this land take this simple act of becoming educated as a given right, but we should all remember – it hasn’t always been this way. The lives that have been given in battle both on foreign soil and here at home to allow us this “gift.” During the decades of racial inequality of all colors not only black; this dicriminatory issue of our ongoing quest of who as a nation we are. Look back on the days of women’s suffrage (I can’t imagine my mother not being able to read or write – her cursive penmanship: an art she was so proud of), child labor, and other things that should have never been in our history. How far we’ve come and how far we have to go!!

If you want an experience in moving forward, the reality is only a “click” away. Sense the  people all over the world through the simple act of “blogging” being able to tell of their hopes , dreams, and imaginations to anyone who cares to look. Jezzzzzzzzzzz “HOW FORTUNATE WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Everyone should celebrate their good fortune of being literate at any level. Dream to learn more, imagine more, and share more! I’ve the good fortune of being a student at university and taking my own small opportunity to endow scholarships for my peers I attend class with. But, one of my biggest quests is being involved with my local city library where the people there provide such great services to my surrounding community with: reading programs, visiting authors, teaching programs for the illiterate in english (U. S. citizens and non-citizens alike), book giveaways, and so much more. YES, HOW FORTUNATE WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How VERY fortunate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gooddae 2ya!

G.

And, what a great break it has been. Even for me, one who’s whole life is about being on break. Well, … maybe not! Everyone needs a positive direction; mine happens to be continuing learning about stuff.

I’ll be a senior this year, of course, I was a senior last year; and, if all goes as planned, I’ll be able to define myself as “educated.” A title that has alluded me for a life-time.  I would say it’s my own fault; I would prefer to use the term, … “choice.” In the middle of my freshman year, 1973, I decided my mental direction lay elsewhere; to voyage with the less academic level, and focus on the “layman’s” technical side. That decision, for me, proved the right choice!  The road I chose confirmed my suspicions … you can survive in this country and make a pretty decent living. It just takes a lot more perseverance.

Something else I found out along the way.  Any person could walk the same road I did; it’s just a bit easier if you have that piece of paper. It may not make you more intelligent; but, it sure helps.

Now I have the opportunity to reevaluate my journey, and hopefully help others figure out their side by looking at my side. One things for sure: “Everyone has a unique side to the story!”

Thank you for stopping by, and if you get a minute: pls check out the link to my “Scholar’s Fund.”  (It’s not complete, … but, I’m working on it.)

Bye for now!

G.

Virginia Woolf applies this statement when defining the role of the “lift-man” in her novel, To the Lighthouse. What an extra ordinary piece of work from many POV’s.

Slave class can be rendered into many different definitions. I believe so many people consider the word “slave” as applying to: Africans brought to this country in the early the progression period to work the fields, etc of both the Southern and Northern land-owners/ wealthy gentry and founding “fathers” of this country. But, that issue is not my thesis of this post. 

I would like to consider applying that connotation to our “lower to middle class.” By this I mean: teachers and professors that we count on to educate our children, and in some cases, senior-citizens like myself. I, as an ongoing academic, get to know my professors on levels few 20-year-old college students do. I see the effort demanded of them: time, continuing self-education, demands to “publish” so as to secure their tenure, a country that blames the educators first because our children’s intelligence is ranked so low within the world educational levels, etc. Our universities are filled with academics that have taught 25 – 30 yrs and more. If the truth be known … most can’t afford to retire. (I know, a lot of ordinary folks are in that boat; but just about all the professionals I’m speaking of have a Doctorate Degree). We’re talking years of “higher/continuing” education just to secure their job. (People say: “Well, they chose that career!” … And, an honorable career it is.)

But, don’t you think there’s something wrong when a society demands an institution to pass this child because he/her has the potential to become a great sports figure and earn millions of dollars. Money earned off the backs of the elected to carry that person (deserving or not; education be dammed) on to the “promised land of sportsman extordinaire.”

Is that the same as a “slave class?”

I would like to add an argument for the many talented athletes that I so love to watch on the weekends. I applaud their work ethics, their ability to deal with the social demands put on them, and the many sacrifices they do make for my entertainment.

But really, is anyone worth $160 million, or whatever some of these folks get paid, … really???????

What about the people: fireman, policeman, military, and so many more, that go in harm’s way so I have a safe place to live. Aren’t they worth more than my gratitude? What about the educators that try to guide our children to into adulthood so they will one day inherit and take care of us.

Are we the slave class??

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Everyone … Please vote!!! And, please vote your conscience.

Have a greatdae!

G.