For the Homies
Friday, July 01, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
We stole thier combo plate idea
"It absolutely is Mexican food, with no qualifiers. The great Chicano scholar Américo Paredes coined the term “Greater Mexico” to refer to how, even though Mexican migrants might’ve gone into the United States, that somehow didn’t negate their mexicanidad on virtue of geographic movement; they were still Mexican."
And some more interesting tidbits on regional variations:
I'm happy about the shout-out to NM food, and I did not know that Cali-Mex was largely pocho Sonoran. Makes sense, though. Although there are probably plenty of immigrants from Mexico's deep south in the state, the political and social continuity between California and Baja/Sonora goes back to the days of Serra and de Anza.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Extraterrestrial
How do you know?
In my other class, a policy course, we had a discussion last week about bullying. For those who aren’t in the know, bullying has become the hot and trendy topic in the field of social work and school counseling. Anti-bullying campaigns and curricula abound. The LGBTQ community has been key in raising the issue of bullying as it impacts their community. I have no qualms with the LGBTQ movement to shed light and change on this issue. I am skeptical, however, about the growing discourse on bullying in general as a new social issue in need of clinical and policy intervention.
As my classmates shared their horrifying experiences of working in high schools that “had no anti-bullying program whatsoever!”, I was thinking to myself, where is the research that shows the negative social impact of bullying? Are suicide rates and depression measurably higher than they would normally be without bullying? Is there any data that shows bullying as a new phenomenon, or is it just a new label for an age-old fixture of adolescence?
I wonder how data figured into Nehemiah’s rebuilding of Jerusalem? Or Joseph’s management of the Egyptian food crisis. Or Daniel’s administrative duties in the Persian government.
What I’m seeking to understand is , in the complicated pipeline from education to knowledge production to advocacy to policy change, how do I honor God and steward his resources?
I have thought a lot about the relationship between being educated/having power and discipleship. I really do believe that for those of us who have been blessed with the opportunity to obtain “higher education,” we are called to invest that resource in whatever will bear lasting fruit. These are our “talents.” In our era, information truly is a tool of power.
The Romans knew this in Jesus’ time, using the census to keep track of their subjects for tax purposes.
I am still formulating my thoughts about how my current work fits in with my faith and God’s calling for my life. I have no doubt that it does—although it may be more tangible when you are working face-to-face with clients in the “helping” professions.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
to love in pain
Sean tried to comfort me. His words were awkwardly delivered, but sincere. I looked away. I felt raw, weak, uncertain, exposed. Here was this 17 year old boy, who, for the last year and a half, had opened up his pain to me every single day, talking on and on, over and over about his frustrations with his family and the feeling of being isolated, ignored, not takes seriously, judged, powerless, helpless......
I was the one that was supposed to have words to say in these situations! I am the one who sits and listens while you are vulnerable with me, showing me your weakness, and allowing me to administer some truthful words, some hopeful exhortation. I am 8 years older than you. I am your mentor. I do not share my pain with you, much less open up my life to you and let your words minister God's love to me.
In the midst of pain and confusion, all this appeared as foolish, immature lies.
I am helpless. I am afraid, just like you are. I am weak, and i sometimes feel trapped, ignored, unloved. My pain is not much different from your pain. You are my brother, and you are an instrument of God's love. I could not see that until i was willing to let you say some words of truth into my own pain.
It is hard to love you. It is hard to love the people that i love the most. they are so difficult. they can be so annoying. they have such an amazing ability to misread, misunderstand and miscommunicate with me! Why even continue in relationships!?
Why does God continue in his steadfast love to generation after generation? Why does he usher us gently pack into his arms after we have run away from him? Why does he choose to share the communion of Passover with us after we have betrayed him and before we will deny him?
I do not understand.
But sometimes, my heart understands it.
There is so much pain, so much darkness. It is real. It is the world we live in. Our disinfected culture makes it seem like pain is abnormal, an anomaly. Really, pain is a fundamental link, a common ground, a shared experience of all human beings, ever since we chose our own foolish way in the garden of Eden.
Jesus, who shared in our pain, rescue us, save us.
Monday, November 13, 2006
returning
there will be more to come
Monday, July 10, 2006
the face of a lone leaf
they tentatively move along the side
like lovers passing by deserted bedrooms
offering themselves to
nowhere all
at once.
this is my course
the path i was never meant to discover
or even think
think
of those times
in which my heart held its collection of immense fears
and mediocre satisfactions
by the minute, by the hour
grazing away at each person's life
i once loved
i am you, also
i am that strange seed
that beckoning darkness floating among uprooted
flowers in a lake
the insects arrange themselves in
such a way
as not to drown, or seem over-zealous
in their appetite.
I will pluck strings of ancient riddles and laughter
and feel with discomfort the touch of your breath
on my back
telling me
don’t ever ever leave me…
one green creature,
nothing more than a punctuation mark
in an ecosystem of mythic size
touched his feet out onto the water
ready to leave the leaf
but held in a deadly vice
by the quivering tension of the water
around each leg.
I am not that bug
I am not the one whom water and
The microscopic imperfections of biology
Hold fast from acting, from getting my food
That future’s prize for me is the fruit
Of freedom
Freedom to move and not be blown aside
Or swallowed up
Or forgotten by one’s comrades.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Current
I heard a beautiful song this morning. Damien Jurado, "Medication" . It was about a man who is trying to balance taking care of his mentally unstable brother with his own hectic life. it was very tender, and honest.
one thing that has me frustrated these days is this-- i am deeply involved in the lives of 3 young men. J and F from my neighborhood and Sean from South Pas. Each day, i see sean transforming into a compassionate, socially aware, well-balanced individual with a love for learning. It really really frustrates me that i do not see J and F changing that quickly. Or that i dont have the opportunity to spend as much time with them as i do with Sean. And i want to much to see them transformed by God's love. For that matter, i want so much for MYSELF to be transformed by God's love, yet i scarcely see it each day as each day seems to be exactly like the one that came before.
i am reminded of a verse in Habakkuk:
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the LORD,
I will be joyful in God my Savior.
19 The Sovereign LORD is my strength;
he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
he enables me to go on the heights.