B is for Education (attitudes towards...)

"yuh sitting down in front that tv all day! why yuh doh pick up a book? yuh want to pick up garbage all yuh life?"

I think it's time that parents and teachers change their approach to their children's attitude towards education. so the child likes to watch TV - how bout informing the child "you know, you could write a tv show one day, maybe we should learn our English a little more aye?"; so the child likes video games - how bout showing them that they could create their own some day if they apply themselves to... Mathematics. or IT. what good does it serve to pound doctor or engineer in their heads when they're destined to be a novelist?
I thank God my mother had a brain.
That's All.
Pax

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W.A.T. PRESENTS: Till The Tank Runs Dry

A few shots on the road. Stock video. Free library music. And a narration by Ayodhya Ouditt. Here's a short piece of something, "Till The Tank Runs Dry" [because with no budget comes great responsibility]. Take it in. Be Well. #wearetracy #wearetracyfilms

B is for SideBar

i was going to talk about morality today. as in "whose morality do you subscribe to?" it was going to be deep if i say so myself. however, instead i will speak about requisitioning wombs . yes that's right... wombs . i was having a conversation with a girl who [i admit] i still go gaga over [cue the "paparazzi" audio clip]. we were talking about how stupid humanity had become and whether there was a point to saving them. "saving" in the sense of helping-them-expand-their-mental-space-just-a-smidgen-more kind of saving. she believed this exercise was futile and proclaimed that instead of trying to save this "dead-out" (my term not hers) generation, she was going to have kids. a means of passing on valuable information about culture and forward thinking and such. i laughed of course but she had a real point. i too have felt that this current landscape is all... dead-out, but never really saw procreation as a means of rebooting the system if...

B is for Adam & Eventful

We walked away from humanity that day In hopes of something grander So I Called her god And she Said the same And often she called aloud my name. Vain imaginings ran the course And the leaves of the food that took us higher Now clothed us in remorse. “Poor Adam” “Poor Eve” Poor knowledge sent away till our children woke up. As us. And gods were born to them. Vain imaginings… December 17, 2010 Adam & Eventful Three Text Maximum © tracy j h

B is for Stealing

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