My Gold-Plated Degree

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I recently finished reading the book, “Not Quite Adults: Why 20-Somethings Are Choosing a Slower Path to Adulthood, and Why It’s Good for Everyone” by Richard Settersten. It was eye-opening, how we talk about young Americans (not positively) and how the cultural and economic landscapes have changed since my parents were kids, and their parents were kids (more competitive, more expensive,) also how young people “swim” or “sink” in association with their access to resources.

In the greater cultural conversation, I hear a lot of blame: kids today just don’t know how to work hard, young people are too deeply in debt because of their college decisions (subtext: who told them to go to those expensive schools?), kids today might not surpass their parents in wealth or social mobility.  I don’t hear a lot of solutions, and even rarer an honest discussion of the inequities that hold steady through all the centuries of this country’s growth.

I’m one of those kids who went away to capture the alluring “gold-plated degree” that was to open all manner of magic doors.  Emerson College is a well-known and respected institution: I chose it in part because I was immediately smitten with Boston and also because the college seemed more silver than gold: not at the tippy-top of the prestigious school pig pile (consequentially, with a lower price tag), but close enough to award me many of the benefits.  And the benefits I’ve received are still unfolding -it’s been a steady win.

I’m also one of those kids with loan debt not-so-quickly repaid.

If I may, I’d like to quote from the book what I took to be the most important and exciting suggestion regarding how to think about growing up, going forward:

“One wonders whether a more relevant milestone in today’s world is not the achievement of independence, which has long been the central defining characteristic of adulthood, but instead the achievement of strong ties to others -what we might instead call interdependence.  To compensate for new uncertainties and the weak scaffolding provided by some families and governments, an effective strategy for young people making their way into adulthood is to build wider and webs of relationships with others.  A strong social network of personal and professional contacts can foster development and provide a set of supports that can be activated as needed.  Interdependence is not about completely relying on others for one’s own welfare, but is instead about knowing how to make and maintain positive, healthy, reciprocal relationships that offer a safety net for oneself and contribute to the safety nets of others.”

To this, I declare a solid HERE HERE. I’ve long claimed that one of the most important benefits I gained from my time at Emerson is the human connections; the intentional family of friends I’ve developed, (including my first roommate -one of my favorite people to this day.) I’m glad to see someone else has noticed.

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Snowstorm of my college years

90 Degree Ramble

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On Thursdays, I work at home. Most weeks, I stay “Boston-side,” instead of making the trek over to Cambridge, where I work the other four days.  This means, I take my laptop over to the Boston Public Library or, if I really don’t feel like leaving the neighborhood, to sit (somewhat guiltily) for hours at Ula Cafe.

Today was hot, hot, hot, but everyone seemed to be out-of-doors, regardless. My pilgrimage to and fro led me to some gorgeous sights.

Some of us obviously love the heat.

Spiky flower

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Yellow and red flowers

Purple flower and raspberries

Some of us hide out.

Snails under the leaves

Living in the City, Reading about the Country

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It does not escape me that, living in one of this country’s oldest cities, I spend a lot of time considering the country.

The vine twists

Upon finishing the second issue of Taproot magazine, steeped in the values of living simply, slowly, heart-full, back-to-the-earth, I thought: this is me, this is not me.

I believe in sitting out on the porch, shucking corn. I believe in long walks through green places. In white flashes of deer tails, rabbit tails, and rusty, shaggy foxtail.

Mutant mini corn

I also, believe in escaping the bumper-to-bumper to hit up the ice cream counter. Barely comprehending my luck that this planet holds things cold and milky, vanilla with peanut butter swirls.

I’m a child of the suburbs. Beachtown creaky, my younger years held splinters from Jersey Shore boardwalks, screams from the top of the crickety, wooden ‘coaster. Paper tickets from ski-ball and wack-a-mole games that I traded for spider rings whose cheap plastic pinched my fingers.

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The city has me, the country attracts me.  In between, I both rue and appreciate the Christmas-light palaces of the ‘burbs.

It’s my lot, I think, to refuse claiming -or being claimed- by one, the other, or the third.  I’d rather find value in them all.

Camping in Vermont

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I think was a teenager when I first started noticing that, if I emphatically announce that I WILL NOT DO something, there’s about an 80% chance I’ll end up doing it . . . .  and (I hate to admit) possibly liking it.

In college, I started using the phrase “pride before the fall,” with impressive frequency as I watched this occur in the lives of myself and my friends . . . with impressive frequency.

This, I believe, explains my sudden plaid explosion at eighteen, and in my twenties, an inaugural pair of Dr. Martens.  And to bring us to the present, between 2011 and 2012, I’ve gone camping in Vermont twice.

In case you wondered, I don’t camp.

Tending the fire

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Y pets the cow

Recumbent trike

On the rocks

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Resting post hike

A friend

And, if you catch me at it, be certain I don’t like it.

Occupy The Lilacs

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Since my days organizing for the National Organization for Women, I’ve learned that I am not an activist (by the stricter definitions.) Although I’m a daughter of the Civil Rights, Black Power, and flower child/hippie movements, my skill and interests lie in building community: connecting people, listening, assessing, and building empathy. I’m drawn towards the methodologies of Non-Violent Communication, mediation, Co-counseling, and dialogue.

I enjoy spending time with activists, spinning the energy from those connections into an adjacent creativity and passion (with a dash of impishness) that comes more naturally to me. However: invite me to mini-fy it and I’ll jump right on your bandwagon.

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Cutest little Occupy tent ever!

Occupy the Arbs

Under the dandelions

Whole Heart 100 Giveaway Winner

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A hearty THANKYOU to everyone who entered the Whole Heart 100 – JP Beautiful Giveaway contest.   Chosen by random, Sage Radachowsky is the lucky winner!  He will receive via post, a lovely assortment of Jamaica Plain-inspired gifts.

How exciting to welcome so many visitors here at Whole Heart Local!  Stay tuned for the next giveaway this September, when the blog turns 1 year old.

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Wake Up The Earth 2012

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I love my Canon Rebel EOS automatic film camera, but it tends to make me tardy.  What with having to use up all the exposures before I can get a roll developed, and having to schlep all the way to CVS (which doesn’t do that great a job), and then with the sometimes coming out funky and off-color -like what happened with my shots from Wake Up the Earth, a parade and festival organized by Spontaneous Celebrations.

If you can forgive the blue tint . . .

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This year’s Wake Up the Earth was my first time at the festival full day. I even brought my mom.

My companions

Hi, Mom!

It’s the most amazing festival: color and passion and humor and generosity and music and heartfelt dancing and ginger beer. I invited my mother because, as far as I can see, Wake Up the Earth is a big bite of what makes JP, JP.

Float

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Young dancers

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And who doesn’t love that?

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