Gold yard

The company that developed this fish spent $16 million and 17 years (so far) seeking approval, but the food industry overall has spent many times that, fighting labeling of genetically modified beings.

[The danger of slavery is] truth made so plain by our good Father in Heaven, that all feel and understand it, even down to… creeping insects.
Abraham Lincoln
Our task must be to free ourselves… by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.
Einstein
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
Gandhi
What if…

God forgives me for a death I cause, each time I ignore or save a bug in the house, instead of breaking its body to flush down the toilet?

I’ve done both in the last hour (My lovely roommate kept the doors and windows open for 2 weeks while I was on Spring break), but thinking about getting on Johnny Appleseed’s level. In grade school, you might’ve learned that he started hundreds of apple orchards across America, but he was also a devout Christian. Legend has it that he religiously avoided harming ANY creatures, with the craziest example being waving flies away from his campfires, so they couldn’t get killed in the blaze. If that’s not Divine Love, I don’t know what is.

Omen of Orangeburg

Teaching in Ayiti last summer showed me my calling for learning with children, so I applied to Teach for America (TFA), a US public school-teacher improvement program for high-risk communities nation-wide. Teachers are trained and managed to raise classroom standards and achievement, often catching students up more than 2 grade levels in a single year, and putting them on-track to graduate from college.

TFA provided an opportunity for candidates living in South Carolina, to visit a few schools with these new classrooms in Orangeburg. Orangeburg is a predominately Black city in the “low country” of South Carolina, between Columbia and Charleston, where the majority of the population lives in poverty. (As a sidenote: "According to the S.C. Department of Corrections, between 1988 and 1998… the black prison population grew by 60 percent. Black South Carolinians are more likely to be arrested than anyone anywhere else in the world.") The school visits were a great experience, with several sweet memories for me, but I want to share one appropriate for the theme of my ”Nature & Culture” blog. It is a bit tree-hugger-ish, but that’s OK!

The second school we visited was Marshall Elementary, with about 1000 students enrolled, and new Principal Don Dogett who is responsible for saving the school from state takeover due to under-performance. Part of the school hallways are covered, outdoor sidewalks. After a short meeting with Mr. Doggett, my small group of prospective TFA Corps members, were waiting on one of these outdoor sidewalks, to begin a classroom visit.

While we were waiting, we spotted a small Black boy running across the large field in front of us.  I guess he was running from the principal’s office, because as we watched, the principal and school janitor came walking towards him from the left, and the school secretary and another staff member came walking towards him from the right. The boy reached the edge of school grounds, where there is a break in the fence, between 2 trees. He perched himself there, and I could see the trees swaying and hear them begging ”Come back… Come back… Come back…” in the language of the wind. As the 4 middle-aged Black men strided towards him, the child took off again, towards the middle of the field, and I took a sigh of relief as the TFA group was called inside.

As we sat down, the boy ran all the way to where we had just been standing, where he was finally cornered and caught. The men didn’t yell at him, but grabbed his arms, calmed him down, and took him away. 

I don’t know what this scene means. All I know is that kids need to know that we care about them enough to bring them back where they belong.

Thank God for ‘crazy’
Sister Beverly, All the Way Live! (Vegan & Raw food spot @ 6108 Germantown Ave, Philly PA) 
My favorite fish at the National Aquarium of Baltimore. He may not look like much here, since his break-necking speed defies photography, but he’s shiny pink-scaled with reddish eyes. Red eyes are usually an adaptation to see in the ocean dark, so the room’s darkness is probably what made him more active than other fish. Still, to me it seems he wants out; To me, that he refuses to be resigned to fate.

Mon poisson préféré à l’Aquarium National de Baltimore. Il ne semble beau ici, car sa vitesse risque causer torti collie photographie. Il est rose-brilliant avec yeux rouges. Les yeux rouges sont souvant une adaptation pour voir le noir océan, donc le noir de la salle est probablement ce qui l’a rendu plus actives que les autres poissons. Pourtant, il me semble qu’il veut en sortir de ce réservoir de poissons; qu’il refuse de se résigner au destin.

My favorite fish at the National Aquarium of Baltimore. He may not look like much here, since his break-necking speed defies photography, but he’s shiny pink-scaled with reddish eyes. Red eyes are usually an adaptation to see in the ocean dark, so the room’s darkness is probably what made him more active than other fish. Still, to me it seems he wants out; To me, that he refuses to be resigned to fate.
Mon poisson préféré à l’Aquarium National de Baltimore. Il ne semble beau ici, car sa vitesse risque causer torti collie photographie. Il est rose-brilliant avec yeux rouges. Les yeux rouges sont souvant une adaptation pour voir le noir océan, donc le noir de la salle est probablement ce qui l’a rendu plus actives que les autres poissons. Pourtant, il me semble qu’il veut en sortir de ce réservoir de poissons; qu’il refuse de se résigner au destin.

phenomenal video by Calle 13 - Latinoamérica

"Tú no puedes comprar al viento,
Tú no puedes comprar al sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia,
Tú no puedes comprar al calor.
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes,
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría,
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores”

"You can’t buy the wind.
You can’t buy the sun.
You can’t buy the rain.
You can’t buy the heat.
You can’t buy the clouds.
You can’t buy the colors.
You can’t buy my happiness.
You can’t buy my pains.”

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In wildness lies the preservation of the world.
Henry David Thoreau