SLOW FOODS THANKSGIVING 2009
Slow Foods and Buy Nothing Day have intersected and culminated in Mauri Parks and Miriam Easley's Social Media project for Using the Social Web for Social Change. We are two 2010 BGI graduate C7 hopefuls that are great friends, Islandwood roommates, and budding change agents who want to influence our sphere of influence and encourage you to practice your sustainability leadership skills within your own sphere of influence this holiday season. Pay it forward sustainability style. Thanksgiving is a harvest of food and blessings. Let's celebrate that together!
Instructions:
Eat, drink, and Save the world! No action is too big or small, Yes we can!
EAT & DRINK locally; engage in meaningful conversation among friends on Buy Nothing Day November 27th otherwise known as "Black Friday"
No matter how you get involved let us know your plans
Leave a comment on Mauri Parks or Miriam Easley's blogspot hip hop namaste or greengov
Action Ideas:
Engage in a national twitter online live feed on Friday BND hosted by Adbusters #BND09
Engage a perfect stranger with the a provocative question around consumerism, sustainability, and climate change and post the question in your social media network
Send us your photos
Send us a video log
Post your own blog and link to our blog or eat, drink, and save the world website
Pledge to do your own event
Stay tuned. Tomorrow the website will be unveiled. Keep checking in on our blogs for more information.
Ride the swell of a collective consciousness social media project. Love and gratitude.
Mauri and Miriam
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
exorcism
Dear other BGI faculty,
In response to ChristopherA's request that we post in our learning journal what we find valuable about the experience, it has been taking my LPD skills on center stage. I am actually practicing all of those things that we talk about and have been applying the processes to my visible thoughts on the web. I have grown tremendously this quarter by exposing my naked vulnerabilities online. And my worst fear came true and it was a "safe test" that my head did not turn around backwards exorcist style as I expected. The fear regarding sharing personal painful experiences and memories around race can be scary. Sure enough, I post some deep raw feelings and then I get attacked personally by someone who thought it would be grand to hurl racist words and epithets through cyber space at me. Why is this reoccurring theme in my life showing up yet again?
Over and over this happens. Oh you are just walking down the street, I'll shout ni**er because that is super clever. Oh you belittle an artistic expression of the spelling of the word "rize" that is in reference to a hip hop documentary produced by a famous photographer and then call me the fool. This is distinctly why I have no desire at all to visit the south with it's history of the deep seated culture of racism of America, and what happened? The south, a resident of Georgia to be precise, came to me through the computer calling me a fool and hip hop artists "neo-coons". Funny thing though I agree with him in some respects that corporate hip hop has become too commercialized into pop and really quite silly but I don't agree with hurting my feelings because you feel like you have the privilege to do so. I did sleep under the bridge, broke and destitute through an emotional firestorm. ("homeless under the bridge" common language at BGI of first year LPD exploration into Kegan Lahey of hitting rock bottom.) Instead of spiraling down into anger and depression like I usually do I am trying to hold space for creating a world that I would like to see. That's all I can do. I will not feed the darkness of another, I have enough all on my own thank you very much. I used to hate the whole notion of being "public" on here and in just a few short weeks later I feel empowered enough to let go of self limiting expectations bolstered by the silence of deep autumn. I've been called a coon. I've been called a fool. I've been called worse but I strive to only live well. And that Mr. racist resident of Georgia guy, not even your hate speech can take away my stride. That's what my learning journal has allowed me to do. Organizing my thoughts into integrity that allows for public scrutiny commenced in an eloquent way.
bringing grace back.
The only rule of my personal learning journal in regards to punctuation, spelling, content, etc. are you ready?
this is the best part Ever.
the rules here are mine.
in my own voice. in my own time.
MP
In response to ChristopherA's request that we post in our learning journal what we find valuable about the experience, it has been taking my LPD skills on center stage. I am actually practicing all of those things that we talk about and have been applying the processes to my visible thoughts on the web. I have grown tremendously this quarter by exposing my naked vulnerabilities online. And my worst fear came true and it was a "safe test" that my head did not turn around backwards exorcist style as I expected. The fear regarding sharing personal painful experiences and memories around race can be scary. Sure enough, I post some deep raw feelings and then I get attacked personally by someone who thought it would be grand to hurl racist words and epithets through cyber space at me. Why is this reoccurring theme in my life showing up yet again?
Over and over this happens. Oh you are just walking down the street, I'll shout ni**er because that is super clever. Oh you belittle an artistic expression of the spelling of the word "rize" that is in reference to a hip hop documentary produced by a famous photographer and then call me the fool. This is distinctly why I have no desire at all to visit the south with it's history of the deep seated culture of racism of America, and what happened? The south, a resident of Georgia to be precise, came to me through the computer calling me a fool and hip hop artists "neo-coons". Funny thing though I agree with him in some respects that corporate hip hop has become too commercialized into pop and really quite silly but I don't agree with hurting my feelings because you feel like you have the privilege to do so. I did sleep under the bridge, broke and destitute through an emotional firestorm. ("homeless under the bridge" common language at BGI of first year LPD exploration into Kegan Lahey of hitting rock bottom.) Instead of spiraling down into anger and depression like I usually do I am trying to hold space for creating a world that I would like to see. That's all I can do. I will not feed the darkness of another, I have enough all on my own thank you very much. I used to hate the whole notion of being "public" on here and in just a few short weeks later I feel empowered enough to let go of self limiting expectations bolstered by the silence of deep autumn. I've been called a coon. I've been called a fool. I've been called worse but I strive to only live well. And that Mr. racist resident of Georgia guy, not even your hate speech can take away my stride. That's what my learning journal has allowed me to do. Organizing my thoughts into integrity that allows for public scrutiny commenced in an eloquent way.
bringing grace back.
The only rule of my personal learning journal in regards to punctuation, spelling, content, etc. are you ready?
this is the best part Ever.
the rules here are mine.
in my own voice. in my own time.
MP
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Living dangerously
Intensive 2 of year 2 of my BGI odyssey 2009-2010 school year was absolutely fantastic! For the first time ever I left energized instead of depleted. On a high note I feel exhilirated to have finally completed my video for my blog. I lamented for weeks about putting my words on the internet much less my voice, and my face. Okay here I go. If there is one thing that I learned about BGI it will stretch you beyond your wildest imagination. And really, now that the video is done and out there for the world to see I still feel the same and quite possibly way better. In LPD parlance this would be considered a "safe test". Healing comes in many forms and I am not too proud to embrace it in whatever form it may show up. There is a saying at BGI, "a safe place to live dangerously". Yeah I'm turning into quite an adrenaline junky. Maybe even an addict.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Liberating fear
Learning more everyday. Overcoming many identity issues of self. Who would have thought it would show up in the lap of social media? Blogging your thoughts and true feelings affords a certain freedom to truly represent yourself. Communicating at your highest self is often challenging yet amazingly empowering too. A weird mixture of liberated fear. What an amazing intersection of creation? I like it here. I could get used to it.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Playing catch up
Okay so I admit it out loud in writing. I am constantly behind in the class using the social web for social change. Early last week I spent 9 solid hours in front of the computer and I felt "caught up" for umm... about a milisecond. And then fell into despair because my life as it is barely allows for half of that time to be spent on school daily when I would LOVE to spend 4.5 hours a day on this class alone. I am a full time mother to an amazing four year old boy, I work, and do my best at being a full time graduate business school student. I am growing weary. So here I am up in the wee hours of the night dedicating this evening to getting caught up in this class by any means necessary. And of course those of you who know me can vouch for the accompanying big 32 ounce glass kerr jar of Guayaki yerba mate my most favorite beverage in THE entire world! (For those of you who don't know it is not mate that rhymes with skate but pronounced ma-tay.) And so I began the search of social change videoes to mark in my delicious account. First cast into the untamed waters of the internet. Whammo. I hooked right into a video entitled health and social justice. Those four words sum up what landed me on BGI's metaphorical front porch. Health is a basic human right not a luxury.
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