2011 Year in Review
Blue Whales
Christmas Carol
Duty to Object
Evenhanded Pursuit of Truth
Flood and Bush
Never There or Here
Review: Sufjan Stevens' Age of Adz
Space Flight
Success With Values
Terrible Kids Music
The Nineties
Year in Review

Mrs. Sykes

I am conflicted. I wonder as I type the previous sentence if it is a surprise to people who know me best. I doubt that it is. I think the people who know me best know I spend a great deal of time in this mental state. Strangely, others who are only acquainted with me probably find the exact opposite to be true.

In the current installment, I am conflicted about this website, but not really about the site. The site is a microcosm, a symptom of a larger issue.

Ego Building Blocks

Mrs. Sykes was my elementary school principal. (I think she would be proud that use the correct spelling of that term.) I greatly admired this wonderful woman. Each time she addressed an audience where I was attendance she stressed one concept above all others. “You are special children.” I remember sitting indian-style (not a kosher term anymore, must call it criss-cross applesauce) soaking in these words–think Ralphie from A Christmas Story in front of the radio listening to the code to save Little Orphan Annie. She was imparting a secret that we at Jefferson elementary were gifted above all others.

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Behind the Music…snob

In an effort to address a recent comment from Mrs. Wheat, I have decided to post about music snobbery*. *I prefer the term music bourgeoisie, but that is only because I am better than you and know what that means, knowing also that I am misusing it in a ironic manner, but only slightly ironically as to confound and mislead.

Before I justify my actions, let’s play a game. I am an attention-seeking Italian female with some musical talent and ethnic name. Changing my name, I embrace dance/pop music and achieve vast success. I rebel against my Catholic upbringing complete with naked pictures, homosexual confessions and stoking of media coverage of continual shock presentations. I have achieved fame and know how to keep myself in the papers. Can you guess who I am?

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Inertia and Catalysts

This is not a sports response. But before I get going: isn’t it something that the organization in charge of collegiate athletics at the highest level is perceived in many circles as a cloak-and-dagger operation? A place where those with the highest acclaim and notoriety get a pass. Some would call this American justice, but I am not that cynical.

The Cam Newton case comes to mind as well. I am not sure if a son that highly recruited can have no idea that his father is seeking money. The final verdict regarding Newton will probably not be realized until many years from now. Perhaps he didn’t take money to go to a school that he did not want to attend. Perhaps he changed his mind on his own with only the most innocent motives. Who am I to speculate? (See I told you I wasn’t that cynical.)

This is my dad, Cecil. We don’t talk THAT much.

The simple fact is that where there are great motives, horrible motives are close at hand. Let me not compare amateur athletics to Christianity, but Judas is an apt metaphor. In the words of a football recruiter I heard recently, “There’s always an uncle.” Those that want to break away from injustice or live in innocence will always be near those that have a reason to maintain the present circumstances. Change, real cultural or institutional change is always very hard to come by partly because of this fact. Inertia, however, may be a bigger factor.

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