I was so excited to go see Superman Returns this evening. We Fandangoed and everything! I had two motives- I wanted to actually see the movie, and secondly, I had read some things and wanted to see for myself before I offered my $.02.
Uh yeah. The thing is, I really don't want to give this much more time and energy than I already have. Yep, it was that disappointing. Really.
I won't go into the obvious pandering to Christians. Superman has always be something of a Christ figure, but this went too far. Plus, there were MAJOR holes in this idea-- not the least of which is that Christ was sinless, and Superman is not. I am actully sitting here shaking my head as I type.
Oh well. My advice: wait for video, and take your money to see Cars. Just to let you know how bad this was, J said to me on the way out, "I would rather have seen The Devil Wears Prada."
My Google homepage has all sorts of fun doohickies on it, but I really like the weather glimpes. I have local weather on there, along with "back home" weather.
Today, for the first time in well over a week, there is no rain in their two-day forecast. Hopefully, Hurlock and Seaford and the rest of the Delmarva Peninsula can dry out.
So far, our families have been safe and dry, but many others were not so fortunate. Now comes the real fun-- mosquitoes!!!
This really stinks. (I was thinking a less polite word that still starts with "s," but I exercised restraint. Can I get a cookie?)
On the bright side, I had a good excuse for why I didn't shine my sink last night!
Me: over-pronator who loves long walks, afternoons by the pool and skirts.
You: supportive, not too wide, and cute. (No wedges please)
I am thinking about placing this ad in the local paper. See, I have this heel pain, and i know exactly why. It is the oh-so-adorable $5 flip-flops from Kohl's. They are hot pink plaid. And then there are the blue beaded little numbers. Those were $3 at Target.
So now, in between popping Aleve, I am shoe shopping. No more will I have a wardrobe of sandals. Nope, I will be a one pair woman. (maybe two, if I can sweet-talk J)
Dansko, here I come!
I do not always agree with their tactics, but this seems to me to be the way to go!
Each clinic purchased (at fair market value, of course) and closed is a step in this journey. Especially if they replace each abortion clinic with a crisis pregnancy center where these women can get proper medical attention, counseling, and support.
This story totally makes my day!!!!!
Why does this woman, who is apparently very educated, fail to take responsibility for her own actions? Someone, please make me see how her failure to use ANY birth control, her failure to be fully informed about her prescriptions, and her decision to terminate the resulting pregnancy are somehow the current administration's fault?
As for the ability of doctors to decline prescriptions, I still see no problem. Any doctor should be allowed to decline elective procudres as a mater of conscience. What is the problem? The fact the the FDA did not approve Plan B for over the counter use? Umm hmm. I wonder, if it is so safe, why Dana L's midwife wouldn't write her a prescription for the drug without examining her?
Then came this. The online discussion where Ms. L continues to dodge responsibility, and makes snarky comments to those who ask her why she sees fit to cast blame.
It is my opinion that Fred Phelps is a truly sick and twisted man (quite possibly evil). I think there should be a special place reserved in hell for people like him. Taking such delight in the tragedies of war is beyond reprehinsible.
That being said, I will defend his right to protest all he wants. Sorry. I know you guys will jump all over me for this, but it is how I feel. Is it tacky? Yes. Is it insensitive? Of course! Is it protected by the US Constitution? Well, it used to be- not so sure these days.
Florida, however, has taken yet another chisel to the Bill of Rights by UNANIMOUSLY passing this bill. Jeb signed it, of course. The new law increases the penalties to include fines of up to $1000, and, get this-- up to a year in jail. I wonder, in light of something my B-I-L posted, would this effectively mean a death sentence for someone of Fred Phelps's ilk?
Also, as an additional note, get this quote from the mullet wrapper:
'We'd already had two (military funerals) in the St. Pete and Sarasota area where these protests had taken place,'' Cartlidge said. ''We'll be a beacon to the rest of the country as one of the few states that have something to prevent that.''
Cartlidge approached Rep. Bob Allen, R-Merritt Island, to sponsor the proposal, but Allen had already filed his limit of six bills. Cartlidge said Allen took the idea to Jordan, who introduced the bill through the committee he chairs.
''It's something that needs to be addressed before it gets to be a problem. I deemed this an emergency situation,'' Cartlidge said.
I wonder which comes first, emergency or crisis? Sheesh!
One of my favorite things about my job (aside from the ridiculous amount of money they pay me) is the wildlife. Ok, so it's basically some sparrows and a few chipmunks. But we have an endangered plant sanctuary across the street from us, too.
Anyway, the chipmunks amuse me to no end. I love watching them scamper in and out of the pallets of stone, scouring the yard for food. I try to get out to feed the birds in the morning before my boss gets in, because he chases the chipmunks off.
Confession time, now. (Because I am going to beat the rest of you to it- ha!) I was town raised, and we only had squirrels in our areas. I perhaps saw a couple chipmunks when we were camping at Mariana Caverns, but that's about it. Other than that, it pretty much Chip and Dale for me.
I do, however, remember my first real encounter with a chipmunk. I was 12 0r so, and we were on our annual summer adventure. Mom packed the kids up and took off across country, with Dad meeting us somewhere in the middle (St Louis this particular year). This trip included a week of camping in South Dakota's Black Hills.
Mum chose this particular area for several reasons, not the least of which was rock hounding. We visited the Crazy Horse monument, Mt. Rushmore, and the Badlands National Park. It was there, in the Badlands, that Dad pointed out the chipmunks.
I knew, of course, that he was pulling my leg. After all, where were the trees? "What do you mean, 'Where are the trees?'"
"I mean, how can there be chipmunks out here, if there are no trees! Where are they gonna live?!" (Asked with the exasperation of a preteen girl dealing with idiot parents, you know)
Yes, that's right. I thought that chipmunks (aka GROUND squirrels) lived in trees. Like Disney said they did. My family STILL brings this up- far to close to twenty years later for my comfort, too.
There you have it; I am completely silly. It just goes to show that you can be a moron with a high IQ. Walking proof, I am afraid.
- To piggy-back with yesterday's post...
John Wesley was truly ruined.
- I am no longer my own, but thine.
- Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt.
- Put me to doing, put me to suffering.
- Let me be employed by thee or laid aside for thee,
- exalted for thee or brought low for thee.
- Let me be full, let me be empty.
- Let me have all things, let me have nothing.
- I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal.
- And now, O glorious and blessed God,
- thou art mine, and I am thine.
- So be it.
- And the covenant which I have made on earth,
- let it be ratified in heaven.
Warning: the following contains high levels of sarcasm.
This is a blemish on our society. Why, these parents are subjecting their children to life-long consequence of their actions.
I am sure that my asthma is my father's fault. My multiple environmental allergies have no bearing on this whatsoever. Nosiree. In fact, I betcha that his smoking scarred not only my lungs, but also my self-esteem. My asthma prevented me from excelling at sports, and that makes me feel bad.
The findings are a “stark reminder” that legal efforts to reduce exposure to cigarette smoke in workplaces aren’t protecting the group of people at greatest risk from passive smoking, young children, Drs. Mark D. Eisner of the University of California, San Francisco and Francesco Forastiere of the Rome E Health Authority in Italy write in an editorial accompanying the study.Write your legislators, demand that we pass laws to protect more innocent children from their parents. A grassroots effort is needed here, people.
“Children are primarily exposed to tobacco smoke in the home, where legal restrictions do not apply,” they note.
And if you too have been harmed by your parents' callous disregard for you wellbeing, let me know. We can form a non-profit organization, set up support groups, and maybe wear fun rubber bracelets! Oh, and I almost forgot-- we need an awareness week, too!
In my cyber-wanderings I came across a blessing prayed over Henri Nouwen:
May all your expectations be frustrated.
May all your plans be thwarted.
May all your desires be withered into nothingness.
That you may experience the powerlessness and the poverty of a child and sing and dance in the love of God the Father, the Son and the Spirit.
At the time, I simply tagged the post and moved on. I must have figured there was some relavence somewhere in there. I am not kidding myself that I have adversity, trust me. When I am rational, I know that my life, while it may feel uphill sometimes, is a breeze. I have a husband and family who love me, a cat who (when she forgets that she is lofty and above us all) is pretty hopelessly attached to me, and I know when my next meal will be. (Bonus: it will be cooked by aforementioned husband-- eat your hearts out, ladies)
But something sort of clicked in to place at our small group last week. (We are very blessed to be doing life with some amazing people from GracePoint.) Chaz mentioned swiping a phrase from a friend of his who refers to himself as "ruined for the ordinary." He explained that this phrase sums up the transforming love of Christ.
When I consider my plans, my expectations, my desires in light of what He has in store for me, it all looks so ordinary. So why would I ever settle for ordinary?
Mom and I were talking about the limits we put on God, and I think that it comes down to this: we none of us know what happens between God and any of His creation. Salvation may, for some, come at that very last minute. There is nothing in Scripture which details what happens in the last moments. It is possible that He is there, asking, giving us one more chance to break His heart, "Are you ready now?"
The difference is this: those who receive now will experience a tiny sliver of that now. We don't have to wait. We can get just the smallest taste of His Glory right here.
That is what ruins us. When we finally put aside our wants, our expectations, our plans, and let Him move, ordinary is no longer good enough.
... Of why I am not a fan of the UN, here is yet another attempt to undermine the sovreignty of memeber-states.
I am by no means an isolationist, mainly because I recognise that much is expected of those to whom much is given. I do think that representative democracy should be encouraged-- even if we disagree with the laws selected by new governments.
However, this kind of vague language is what chafes:
1. The child shall have the right to freedom of expression; this right shall include freedom to seek, receive and impart information and ideas of all kinds, regardless of frontiers, either orally, in writing or in print, in the form of art, or through any other media of the child's choice.
2. The exercise of this right may be subject to certain restrictions, but these shall only be such as are provided by law and are necessary:
(a) For respect of the rights or reputations of others; or
(b) For the protection of national security or of public order (ordre public), or of public health or morals.
1. States Parties shall respect the right of the child to freedom of thought, conscience and religion.
2. States Parties shall respect the rights and duties of the parents and, when applicable, legal guardians, to provide direction to the child in the exercise of his or her right in a manner consistent with the evolving capacities of the child.
3. Freedom to manifest one's religion or beliefs may be subject only to such limitations as are prescribed by law and are necessary to protect public safety, order, health or morals, or the fundamental rights and freedoms of others.
1. States Parties recognize the rights of the child to freedom of association and to freedom of peaceful assembly.
2. No restrictions may be placed on the exercise of these rights other than those imposed in conformity with the law and which are necessary in a democratic society in the interests of national security or public safety, public order (ordre public), the protection of public health or morals or the protection of the rights and freedoms of others.
1. No child shall be subjected to arbitrary or unlawful interference with his or her privacy, family, home or correspondence, nor to unlawful attacks on his or her honour and reputation.
2. The child has the right to the protection of the law against such interference or attacks.
States Parties recognize the important function performed by the mass media and shall ensure that the child has access to information and material from a diversity of national and international sources, especially those aimed at the promotion of his or her social, spiritual and moral well-being and physical and mental health. To this end, States Parties shall:
(a) Encourage the mass media to disseminate information and material of social and cultural benefit to the child and in accordance with the spirit of article 29;
(b) Encourage international co-operation in the production, exchange and dissemination of such information and material from a diversity of cultural, national and international sources;
(c) Encourage the production and dissemination of children's books;
(d) Encourage the mass media to have particular regard to the linguistic needs of the child who belongs to a minority group or who is indigenous;
(e) Encourage the development of appropriate guidelines for the protection of the child from information and material injurious to his or her well-being, bearing in mind the provisions of articles 13 and 18.
I must say, it is very generous of them to concede that parents and guardians have cartain rights, within their abilities, of course!
According to the website, the US has signed this convention, but it hasn't been ratified by our legislature. As with many of these conventions, it sounds like such a great idea. However, upon closer examination, we see one by one, nations signing away their rights. Those who may object are villified, and globalization claims another.
This campaign is getting high marks from the Las Vegas Wolskes!
I didn't get to talk to my dad until 4:00 yesterday afternoon, which is 7:00 his time. What's more, he had to call me. Now before you get out your bad daughter switches, I have to offer that I did call him. Four times. Really.
See, that is pretty typical of my dad. The first time I called him, he was most likely in church. The next next time was when he was out tending to his chickens. The next two calls, he was teaching confirmation class, and Mom suggested that she have him call me when he got home.
Service. That's an important lesson from my childhood. Now this is not some sob story about how my Dad was always too busy helping others. Because he was NEVER too busy for us. Never. He did, however, teach us (by his example) the importance of true community. Of doing life with others.
Sometimes it was church family, and taking me along as he and Mom shared themselves with the UMYF at CUMC in Federalsburg. I was the youth group mascot, going from rake-and-runs to sunday school picnics. I may have been an only child for almost five years, but I had twenty or so older "brothers and sisters."
Other times it was work-related. From helping a friend move, to working the Regatta in Shell Point. The Xerox guys really were a team, even after 5 o-clock.
As I grew older, opportunties arose for me outside my family. I still say that ASP is the absolute best way to spend the summer. Today, J and I enjoy the work we have done with Habitat. Always, there is that lesson, lurking in the background.
Now, we are all grown and mostly from home. Dad's lesson and example is still there. Thursday nights are JAM nights. I know he's there, and he LOVES it. This year, he is teaching the confirmands. On Wednesday, these young people will take their first solo steps on a journey begun, for many of them, by their parents.
My prayer and my hope for them is that they have as strong an example of a servant leader as I do.
What gives? (Not that I agree with the characterization, mind you)
I jusy have to share that I am convinced that Larry the Cable Guy is J and M's long lost triplet. I really must check with my mother in law about this... Check it out for yourself!
"When we come back, we'll see what the forecast is callin' fer"
Much of this development, expecially recently, is in Master Planned communities. It is a lovely thing to see developers take retail, services, and even medical needs into consideration when planning new residential communities.
Looking on the Clark County website, I came across outlines for several of the largest developments on the books. Pretty great stuff. But one thing is missing.
There are no provisions for houses of worship. There is retail space, school space, even parkland that is spelled out. But nothing set aside for churches (or mosques or temples). It has got me wondering about the future of churches. Will a building with a sanctuary, classrooms, and fellowship hall be a rarity in the future?
With land prices as they are, even I question what kind of stewardship it is to buy land for a building. I mean, church buildings are relatively self-serving. Perhaps that money is better spent elsewhere. And I am enough of a capitalist to recognize that those who own the land should be able to make a profit. Around here, that leaves most of us SOL. Unless your church has a benefactor ir is Mormon, that is.
Our church is mobile. We meet in a middle school for worship, homes for fellowship and small group, and Starbucks for team meetings. It is a lot of work. But is does work for us. We are able to do so much more as a community than if our money was tied up in mortgages.
We are a missional church, and our field is Las Vegas. This is a first for me, having been raised in a "mainline" church. Missionaries went to the third world, in my experience. At Gracepoint, we are the missionaries.
I really am beginning to believe that home churches are the future of the Church in the US. While I am not sympathetic to the emergent movement as a whole, this is something I think they may have gotten right.
Words are better eaten with mustard.
When I was 14, I ate an entire flat of fresh cherries in two days. I was very sick, and my grandfather laughed and laughed, because he had warned me.
Apparently, I have learned nothing in the last 16 years. It will be J's turn to laugh.
My PopPop would have love it!
Of course, we don't even have to look specifically to Father's Day to encounter some of the problems that arise for men in the church. At the last General Conference the UMC finally woke up to the absence of men in the pews. Other mainline denominations are noticing the same thing. To this I say, "It's about darned time!"
Way back in 1990 (which may not seem too far until you consider that kids born in 1990 can drive this year)Bill McCartney and Dave Wardell recognised the need for discipleship, the need to grow men spiritually. After months of prayer and fasting, Promise Keepers was born. Every year since, PK has held annual conferences, adding venues. In 2006, there are 19 in the US alone!
But why have men left churches? David Murrow has some ideas. His book Why Men Hate Going to Church explores the empty pews, the reasons behind them, and how to fill them. His reasons are more about structure, but they are worth a second look, all the same:
Men are dying for a leader, but we’ve turned Christ into a lover. Today’s Jesus is sensitive, caring and beautiful. Our praise music has the same breathless feel and romantic lyrics as top-40 love songs. Jesus barked, “Follow Me!” but we’ve softened that; it’s now, “Have a personal relationship with Me.”
You may think that the church is too male-dominated, harsh and legalistic. Some churches are this way – but far more common are comforting churches where the real agenda is making everyone feel loved, accepted, and busy. While there’s nothing wrong with this lineup, it’s not going to get many men out of bed on a Sunday morning.
Men are absenting themselves from church because they cannot function in a feminine environment. We might as well invite men to a baby shower. Men know that church is not for them; that’s why it’s earned a reputation as a place for little old ladies of both genders.Women, the modern church system is not designed with him in mind. Your church is designed to keep you happy and volunteering. That’s why you love church and he hates it. No amount of praying, prodding or preaching is going to get your man interested in church, because it’s not meant to interest him. It’s meant to interest you.
Ok, so that is part of it, but what about the monster that we have created in our society? In our efforts to achieve "equality" for women, we have forgotten that "equal" does not mean "the same." Feminism has turned into an ugly beast. Male bashing jokes are ok, even expected. Look at male authority figures on television, how are they portrayed? As bufoons, idiots, the butt of most jokes. My Father-In-Law said that is why it is called to "boob tube"-- beause all the men are boobs. My Dad used to heavily regulate our tv viewing when we were kids. I used to think he was soooo overreacting, but evn now, J and I will talk about our mutual irritation with shows like "Raymond."
And don't even get me started on the difficulties of being a Christian wife in this climate.
Churches are made up first and foremost of broken people. We each bring our baggage with us. Hopefully, we are able to give it up, but that takes time. Unfortunately, in our efforts to be sensitive and compassionate, we are not encouraging each other to put down those bags of hurt and seek what is beyond the pain. Were you abandoned and abused? Bring it here, we have something better!!!!!! Put down the anger and resentement. Forgive and grow!
If your father is or was a jerk, or if he is or was absent, your foundation can be unstable. That's a fact. What we as a church need to offer is a good solid foundation. As insenstive as this sounds, even as I write it, "Your father was rotten, and that sucks. But we've got a better Dad for you, and He will change your life."
It seems as though most of our churches have yet to find the balance. There are those which make too big of a deal out of Mother's Day and Father's Day-- to the exclusion of the REAL REASON we gather. And there are those which, in the interest of sensitivity, completely ignore the holidays. Of course my personal favorite (RHOS) is the church which makes a huge deal out of Mother's Day and completely ignores Father's Day. Can we strike a balance? Can we acknowledge the failings of some parents without forgetting to honor them?
Here's the thing. My Dad is far from perfect. So is my Mum. So am I (though don't tell J). We all have our failings, it is part of our brokenness. If we waited until we were perfected, we would be waiting a looong time. We won't see perfection in this life. What we can see, is a glimpse, just a tiny sliver. Does that mean we shouldn't lift each other up? I don't think so.
What will you be doing this Father's Day? Has your church found balance between dads and Christ?
Anyway, J showed me this video, and I am unable to embed it. So please, take the time to click through. I is 3 minutes and 15 seconds well spent.
I have been a subscriber to the FlyLady's site for almost a year now. I have mastered the art of the 27 fling boogie, the clean car boogie, and the clean purse boogie.
When the e-mails come, DH usually deletes them, as we are not yet truly "FLYing." It is a bit like the alcoholic who goes to AA for some time before he actually sobers up, you know?
Well, today I accomplished a task that is a GIANT step out of CHAOS: I made a control journal. Other people may call it a household management binder, but it is the single spot in which I keep my grocery lists, menus, daily planner. routines, and cleaning lists. Woohoo!!!
I printed up nifty forms, found a snazzy binder at Target, and off I went. Indexed, sheet protected, and everything is in one place. Now I have to designate a control center in the kitchen.
My routines are designed, but nothing is carved in stone. That's the beauty-- we find what works for our family, which is more than a notion. J's jobs are at odd times, and the only thing I can plan for is what I can do myself. He fits himself in when he can. With the control journal, if he is wondering where he can help, he only has to check the day's tasks.
We are ready to takeoff!
2. There are two turn lanes to get to the freeway. Why is it that the petroleum truck sees fit to take the left lane?
3. The oleander is blooming like gangbusters. It is pretty toxic. This got me wondering... Are poisonous plants a result of Fallen Creation?
4. Einstein Brothers fruit cup: A yummy healthy snack that includes bonus exercise!! (Had a hard time opening the sucker!)
5. Twenty percent humidity sucks.
Mr Atkinson sent photos of an abortion which had taken place at Queen Elizabeth Hospital to the hospital director. He had previously been warned about such a flagrant expression of his freedom of speech.
I haven't seen the photos in question, but I have seen similiar abortion photographs. Folks, it is not a pretty sight. It sickens me.
I wonder if he was able to make one person, just one person, think differently? I wonder if he thinks it was all worth it.
| You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan. You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.|
What's your theological worldview?
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What I found odd, however, was how high our "Emergent/Postmodern scores were. (That and the fact that I had a higher Charismatic score than he) Postmoderism is something I regard with some disdain. I consider it lukewarm Christianity, "little c" Christianity if you will.
So, I decided to do some reading, my thoughts being that this score was out of my own ignorance more than anything else. I knew who Bishop Spong was, but a couple other theologians (if he couldeven be classed with them) were not on my radar.
In this research, I have read lots and lots about the so-called Emergent Church movement. From what I am understanding, this movement puts great emphasis on dialogue. Sounds good to me. But to what end? There are absolutes, no matter what some may say.
I recognise that conversation is to be sought before confrontation, but the Emerging movement's emphasis on personal experience over Scriptural absolutes is something with which I have beef. We can fool ourselves, we do it time and again. Of course personal experiences with God are real and true, but only inasmuch as they measure up to Scripture. When someone comes to me with "experience" and it is contrary to Scripture, I have to say that the Word is trump. Every time.
Diversity, if it really is welcomed as the Emergent folks say it is (and I seriously doubt this-- conservative voices are seldom heard from the Emergement camp), is to be applauded. Within reason. We must, as Christians, commit ourselves to "big C" Christianity. Unfortunately, I see a lot ofmoral relativism in postmodern and emergent ideas.
Of course we are to engage each other in thoughtful conversation, but it all comes down to TRUTH. Truth in God through the person of Christ. I am off to take my quiz again.
J is the newest sound engineer for the city in which we used to reside. (We are now in Las Vegas proper.) Yesterday was orientation day-- policies and procedures, paperwork, paperwork, and paperwork.
Everyone's favorite form was present: the I-9. Now, as a naturalized citizen, he only has to show his Certificate of Naturalization (it is a "List A" document, establishes both ID and citizenship). What would be comical if it weren't so pathetic, is the HUMAN RESOURCES OFFICER for the municipality not recognizing the adequacy of this document. Not only did she tell him he had to have something else to go with it, she further "explained" to him that citizenship did not equal employment eligibility. Sheesh!
I must say, shame on the city for their ignorance. Kudos to J for showing much restraint, and not getting himself fired on the first day!
Apparently so. A quick look at the front page of the school's website sets of the first warning bell:
Academia Semillas del Pueblo Charter School is a kindergarten through eighth grade public school dedicated to providing urban children of immigrant native families an excellent education founded upon their own language, cultural values and global realities.
Just what is an immigrant native family? It sounds a bit oxymoronic to me. Reading on:
Academia Semillas del Pueblo Charter School cultivates the gifts and talents of all its students through multiple language education, differentiated curriculum and instruction, and culturally enriched visual and performing arts.
Glad to see that this charter school is doing what our public schools can't. Of course, that is the beauty of a charter school, isn't it? As the product of just one such school, I can tell you that the education I received was excellent.
Their test scores are below standards, but so are the reast of the state's, and Acedemia Semillas del Pueblo has improve at a drastically higher rate than the state (26% vs 9%), so they must be doing something right.
But back to the donors/supporters for this school...
Among the school's supporters are the National Council of La Raza Charter School Development Initiative; Raza Development Fund, Inc.; and the Pasadena City College chapter of MeCHA, or Movimiento Estudiantil Chicano de Aztlan.
These organizations are somewhat controversial, with alleged goals that include returning the US Southwest to Mexico.
It is nothing new to have a charter school which is limited to a particular race, sex, special need. Same sex schools have had a pretty good track record, both for boys and for girls. There are several charter schools around the country which cater primarily to African American children-- especially those in the inner city. Andre Agassi Prep is one right here in the valley.
What I do find somewhat troubling is that the backers for this particular school have sketchy credentials. What if the JDL started a charter school? You can bet that the ACLU would be all over that!
But the real problem, IMHO? The principal. Check this out:
"We don't want to drink from a white water fountain, we have our own wells and our natural reservoirs and our way of collecting rain in our aqueducts," he said.
The issue of civil rights, Aguilar continued, "is all within the box of white culture and white supremacy. We should not still be fighting for what they have. We are not interested in what they have because we have so much more and because the world is so much larger."
Ultimately, he said, the "white way, the American way, the neo liberal, capitalist way of life will eventually lead to our own destruction. And so it isn't about an argument of joining neo liberalism, it's about us being able, as human beings, to surpass the barrier."
Aguilar said his school is not a response to problems in the public school system, as it's available only to about 150 families.
"We consider this a resistance, a starting point, like a fire in a continuous struggle for our cultural life, for our community and we hope it can influence future struggle," he said. "We hope that it can organize present struggle and that as we organize ourselves and our educational and cultural autonomy, we have the time to establish a foundation with which to continue working and impact the larger system."
THIS is the man responsible for molding young Latino Americans.
I read the Wesley Blog, published by evangelical UMC member Shane Raynor. He keeps a pretty extensive blogroll of UMC bloggers, and I check a few out from time to time.
As I wait for the different sites to come up, I find myself glancing at the status bar to see whence their "extras" come. I also find myself reading these blogs with bias when I see certain sites come up, in particular "MakePovertyHistory."
I wonder if most readers actually pay attention to sidebar links and banners? A couple people who were unfortunate enough to stumble upon my blog have commented on my World Magazine link, and I used to have a banner for "National Pro-Life T-Shirt Day" (which has been taken down only because the event was in April).
What assumptions would a total stranger make by looking at my sidebar? Shoot, even my title may be misleading. It is not a reference to my personal leanings (far from it), but merely my geographic placement. Of course, one look at said sidebar would probably clear that up.
I am sure that mine could create bias. That's okay, because I realise that my blog is extremely inconsequential. Shane's blogroll, however, has a lot of blog which are heavily read and commented.
Honestly, I am going to have to check exactly what is over there. If memory serves me, I link to Feminists for Life, World Magazine, ING, and an essay on Christian Libertarians. Pretty straightforward stuff. Pretty self-explanatory, I would think.
I wonder if anyone has ever clicked through to them? What purpose do they serve? I admit to checking sidebars of most of the blogs I read, but then, I have waaay to much time on my hands!
What's in your sidebar? (With apologies to Capital One) What does it say about you?