"What we might call "the creativity stimulus" goes far beyond job creation and even economic development. Culture is not just something conservatives wage war on. The arts are not just something liberals dress up for on weekends. Creativity can be a powerful form of organizing communities from the bottom up. The economic crisis gives us a chance to rethink the role of creativity in making a vibrant economy and civil society. Artists as well as community organizers cultivate new forms of knowledge and consciousness. One of the unsung stories of the past twenty-five years is how both have used creativity to inspire community development and renewal. Creativity has become the glue of social cohesion in times of turmoil."
"Every moment of major social change requires a collective leap of imagination. Political transformation must be accompanied not just by spontaneous and organized expressions of unrest and risk but by an explosion of mass creativity. Little wonder that two of the most maligned jobs during the forty years after Richard Nixon’s 1968 election sealed the backlash of the "silent majority" were community organizer and artist.
Obama was both. So why haven’t community organizers and artists been offered a greater role in the national recovery?
During the transition, arts advocates floated some big ideas—including the creation of an arts corps to bring young artists into underfunded schools, the expansion of unemployment support and job retraining to people working in creative industries and the appointment of a senior-level “arts czar” in the administration. But in practice, they faced the wreckage left by a nearly three-decade culture war.”
“Burning every bridge that I cross to find some beautiful place to get lost. Well, I don’t know where I’ll go now, and I don’t really care who follows me there, but I’ll burn every bridge that I cross, and find some beautiful place to get lost.”—Elliott Smith, Let’s Get Lost. (via grl-afraid) (via lolitasinfinity) (via bringmethesea) (via digitalbath) (via witchindarkroom) (via crazybeautiful)
“it’s all relative. in fact, twenty something years from now, we’ll all be going over our cobrasnake coffee table books sitting around the fire in our cardigans saying “and see that girl getting vodka poured into her mouth by that long haired asian dj fellow? that’s your mother.”—(via bonerparty) (via styleandsubstance) (via witchindarkroom) (via crazybeautiful)
"There is an old Japanese saying: "A frog born in a well cannot comprehend the ocean." I think that speaks volumes about the situation we have grown up in. We cannot even imagine a world where democracy and freedom have any relevancy to our daily lives. We owe it to ourselves to crawl out of that well and explore the possibility of our own creative potential. As staff, students and faculty, we are not serfs, we are not commodities. We deserve to be treated with dignity, and we deserve to be treated like equal human beings.
I ask you, do you want to see real change to Ohio University? We all live busy lives, but if you don’t step up, no one will. Tomorrow at 8 p.m. on College Green, students, faculty and staff will be coming together to express our disapproval with the trustee board’s failure to manage our university, and to treat the OU community with the dignity and respect we deserve. I hope I see you there.”
“Alisha Brooke Bicknell > Brian E Ostrander: How in the world are you STILL making the front page of the post?!?!”
Love it. Except this: “known by many as the man who helped create the Athens do-it-yourself scene.” I feel like The Post always does this - where’s the mention of Ray Houska, Max Wheeler, and everyone else?
So, I have a variety of awkward dreams and my nap today was no exception. I want to start keeping better track. Here was one of the best remembered today- the other one I remember well had to do with a friend in a hospital- but it was awkward.
My friend Maureen is walking by and I am napping in something that seems to be a subway station looking back. She says “Congrats on getting to go to France! I was so excited when I saw you were going too!” I get excited for a minute, say thanks, and then wonder what is going on because I didn’t apply. But I lay back down.
Then I wake up (figuratively) and want to figure out what the hell is going on and why I am going to France so I go to this statue park and there are all kinds of interactive displays on different places and programs and someone shouts out for me that I am looking for journalism (I never did find it). The displays were mostly brass and fountain like, some with digital screens inbetween. The area they were in was surrounded by brick walls and arches, very abonded secret-garden-esque.
I end up sitting in a sunny field- it semed to be a field of wheat with a trailer bed people were sitting on- with the rest of the France-goers and then get really worried because I don’t want to go to France.
So I get up and start looking for other groups, preferably the Spain group because I know some Spanish. I see my friend Dani and ask her what program she is in and she says her group gets to go work at the Columbus Zoo and then hurries off with her group. I decidely don’t want to do this and become very unsure of what group I am going to have to go with.
And the rest is never to be known.
Analysis: themes of confusion, being left-out of what i desire to join and not being able to find what I want. Awesome. haha.
Oh comely All of your friends are all letting you blow Bristling and ugly Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend You could need to say comforting things in your ear But, oh comely There isn’t such one friend that you could find here Standing next to me He’s only my enemy