I should be packing right now, but I used the “I should go look up where exactly Dorman High School is . . . ” excuse and got on the computer again. This week has been pretty weird, what with science fair work and missing tomorrow to go to South Carolina for a tournament, and a bunch of other stuff. I am happy to be ending the week early for a four-day weekend. :D
Recently (today), I was watching TED (what does that stand for, by the way?) and came across this really nice video. It is so sweet. This guy, Jonathan Harris, “collects stories”, and has a very interesting way of going about it (I feel so happy I got to see this video because Jonathan Harris sounds so awesome. –You’ll understand this if you watch the video). The ending part, with the Bhutan stuff, was particularly touching; poignant, even. I felt an affinity for the Bhutanese people: they are like India’s neighbors! But the way the information was presented was so beautiful. I really loved it, and I think you guys will like it too. Also, watch more TED!
I was looking for a CD case for the two CD-Rs Kay asked me to bring tomorrow, and I found something interesting. Julie, Adrika, you will remember in middle school, during American Tapestry, when we recorded those CDs with Ms. Fischer? Well, I found my copy of the CD. I would have put it away without another thought, except that I just read this post on Greg Laden’s blog (on ScienceBlogs) that led me to an article on SciAm.com talking about why your voice is different when you hear it usually and when you hear a recording. This made me reflect on the CD just a little more than normal. I looked at the list of names and found the poem I had recited, “Democracy”, by Langston Hughes. I still have it memorized (mostly). Here it is:
Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Through compromise and fear.
I have as much right
As the other fellow has
On my two feet
And own the land.
I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.
Is a strong seed
In a great need.
I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.
Something to think about, I suppose. I like this poem a lot, but I would like to hear what you guys think about it. There is not a lot of symbolism, I think, which is something that I often enjoy. Sometimes, analyzing poems can get too tiring for me, and I need something straightforward (I still love analyzing stuff, just sometimes I want my brain to shut up and accept the goddamn information without looking at it from fifty different angles). So, yeah. Thoughts?