November 10, 2009

Toy art. Trash art. GenX art.

This question was in my email inbox today. I’m going to answer it publicly:

The Q:
Jessie, I came across your post looking for context for an art review I’m working on. I’m writing about an artist my age (mid 30s) who, like a remarkable number of GenX artists, fills his paintings with toys, cartoons, video game motifs, etc. I can’t think of anything comparable in the artwork and pop culture of the boomers. Is it possible that ours is a more nostalgic generation- and why? Your thoughts would be very welcome!

barbie art

Bummer. Can't find the original blog where I found this Barbie art. UPDATE: http://twurl.nl/oe8jyl - Thx to Michelle Dunn for finding this!

The A. Well, My A:
Interesting question. I think what you’re observing has less to do with nostalgia and more to do with the desire to express oneself by making use of what is considered useless, i.e. trashed toys. That said, well, one could argue that using scrap metal or found wood is the same phenomenon of using existing “leftover” resources. So, let’s look a little deeper as to why using toys from childhood  seems to resonate with GenXers and GenX artists.

To start, Genxers have a different understanding of environmental destruction than Boomers do. There are a few basic reasons for this:  1) Genxers grew up in an era where environmental issues and Save Mother Earth was a louder issue than it was during Boomers’ childhoods. 2) More importantly, GenXers tend to orient intuitively toward a world view of systems, complexities and intricacies, while Boomers orient toward values. So GenXers have a different relationship to each toy that got thrown away as playing an intricate role in a bigger scheme, whereas Boomers typically would orient toward a desire to make a BIG change with environmental issues. And 3), the archetypal role that GenXers play in the four-part cycle is to hit each phase of life at “the worst” time. While GenXers were in childhood and hearing about pollution and environmental problems, their experience of adults was that adults didn’t have their hands on the wheels. And that things were falling apart pretty quickly. So their “uh-oh” feeling about the destruction of environmental systems registers in a different part of their psyches than for other generations.

See, even if Boomers had been exposed in childhood to the same level of bad The Earth is Going to Die news, they wouldn’t process it the same and form the same world view. Why? Because Boomer children grew up in a world where adults were very much in charge. And Millennials, well, they expect to be The Heroes who will solve big problems — regardless of the severity, and to do so with a smile and lots of support (and money) from adults/government/systems. So, they’re probably a little excited about yet-another big problem to solve. (They don’t know how they’ll do it, per se, but goldangit, if, in their midlife years, they rally their troops — and they will — they can solve, or at least alter the the course of, a situation.)

Boomers, while most would argue passionately that they care even more about the environment — tend to orient more toward a world of values, vision and spiritual awareness. So the Boomer view of environmental issues sounds more like “Save the Whales.” A big value, a big vision and heck, a whole lot of big spirituality, if you know much about whales and cetaceans. GenXers tend to orient toward small-gap solutions that require little external support (because GenXers generally don’t expect support from adults/government/Society). GenXers orient more toward personal style and expressing their values through functional choice, with less emphasis on Big Vision.

I also think that GenXers using childhood toys in their art is more therapeutic than nostalgic. While this is a guess, it makes sense inside of generational theory.GenXers experience childhood in an era (the Summer Era, or The Unraveling, using generational theory terms) when adults are rather care-free (read: negligent) toward children. So, perhaps using toys as a base material in their now-that-I’m-an-adult art is therapeutic: A way to go back in time and be in relationship to a childhood that was hurried, hurried, hurried toward adulthood.

And while there may be some political statement in terms of expressing an anti-consumerism of sorts, I do believe that using toys in art is fundamentally a desire to re-use materials otherwise considered trash; this is a high value for many GenXers. Not that Boomers and other generations can’t care about and be sincerely engaged and effective in environmental issues/protection/betterment/etc., but it’s more that the thing to look for is the GenXer desire to re-use that which is considered waste. (Think Burning Man and the costumes/art there!)

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Barbie Death Camp at Burning Man.

Also, the phenomenon of “nostalgia for one’s childhood” — if I understand it — doesn’t really emerge until one has crossed into midlife. Of course, anyone can have nostalgia for a time and era passed, but, to me, the concept of using childhood toys in art for nostalgia’s sake isn’t the root of the desire. A piece, a branch, but not the root. This using of toys in art was a phenomenon, if I’ve got my cultural pulse right, that ascended in frequency in the last 20 years or so. Which means, it’s likely about to fade, as cultural preferences shift in a very big way about every 20 years.

It’s interesting to me that you would ask this question now. A week or so ago, I was watching a video made from footage taken at Burning Man 2009. It featured a whole lot of Barbies (see the pic here). My mind scanned the image that I saw, and I felt that the massive Barbie art was a classic expression of GenX in young adults. And while the artist about whom you’re asking the question is a GenX who is still in young adulthood (the latter half of it, but still …), the generation of GenXers has crossed over into mid-life (which starts around age 42). It’s the early wavers of a generation who start to redefine how that generation will create its imprint on that phase of life.

You may find it worth a look to notice as Millennials replace GenXers in young adulthood and become the new and emerging artists, how they redefine the art scene and what is considered “fresh.” My guess: for Millennials, it won’t have much to do with toys from their childhood. They’re about public spaces, civil engineering, being out, peer connected, government structures, big business, big shows/performances/glamour. Big, glitzy and featuring THEM! ;-)

Hope this helps.

November 8, 2009

Dancing with light.

Few words I have for this right now. Dancing with light via Lorne’s Electric Heliotrope Theater was one of the most … well, watch the video and imagine how exquisite the experience probably was. The video can be a bit slow to load.

Electric Heliotrope Theater – Dance 2 – JessieX from MediaDog on Vimeo.

November 5, 2009

She was almost toast.

Driving home from the j-o-b tonight, I was boggled. Boggled by self-centeredness of so many drivers, which I am sometimes equally guilty of. A blog post was forming in my head, and I may write it still. But before I could write this post, I needed to skedaddle to my yoga class. (Yeah, I take yoga; it’s pretty cool.)  I was driving down the dark and barely lit, one-lane Route 108 near my home. I paused in the turn lane, blinker on and ready to turn into the little area housing the yoga center. A break in the traffic came, so I started to turn.

And what the fu————–~!!! There was a pedestrian starting to cross the road right where I was turning. She jumped back, thank goodness, and gave me an evil eye. Furious. Agitated. Nervous. Freaked out. I rolled my window down and yelled, “I didn’t see you!”

What the F was she thinking? Was she thinking she was visible? Was she thinking that with her brown skin and dark clothing on a dark night that I could see her? That I would wait til she safely crossed? Well, I would have. If I’d seen her. But I didn’t.

I am so gol-dern tired of pedestrians acting self-centeredly. Acting as though they are the bomb. I’m sorry you’re mom raised you that way. I’m sorry you didn’t learn to wait. I’m sorry you think it’s acceptable to walk around at night, in the dark, with no bright clothing, bright lights or reflective gear on. I’m sorry. And, I’m really glad, dear almost-injured woman, that you’re ok.

But, let’s have a talk. And it looks like this:

God gave you one body. He gave me one body, too. And while we could have a talk about reincarnation and all that, for now, I think we’re both best served if we talk about our one body that we each have. I’m all into traffic rules and being safe on the road. But I need you — and every other pedestrian — to hold your part of the deal. See, my dear, if you assume that I’m going to bow to Your Amazingness and prostrate myself before your Self Importance, but I can’t see you, then you run the risk of getting hit by a vehicle. And as a dear of friend of mine who is a life-long walker and at the ripe age of 45 has never had a driver’s license has said more than once, ‘In history, when flesh and metal clash, metal usually wins.’ So, sweetheart, please, for yourself, for the people who love you, for The Future you’ve yet to meet, could you please be a little more self-responsible rather than self-focused. K?”

All right now. I feel much better. (Imagine me with a goofy, forced smile on my face now.)

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And, btw, I’m figuring I demonstrate this same self-centeredness in areas of my life, or else this issue wouldn’t bother me so. I find myself really angry when people jeopardize themselves, so perhaps this was some sort of cathartic, twisted way of me talking to myself about taking care of myself better. Not sure if that’s true. But I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

October 31, 2009

I’ll take the soup of the day and the flu buster.

I have my own relationship to food. To health. To my body.

I find myself intrigued and compelled to things that seem logical, Godly and easy. In that, I like the concept that food is God’s kindest and smartest medicine for strength and capacity, for curative powers and for prevention. And while I eat my greens and such, I also feel drawn to foods that are strong in taste, and Dr. Schulze’s SuperTonic Plague Fighter is one of my favorite examples of this. It’s a combination of garlic, onion, habanero pepper, ginger and horse radish, in a base of apple cider vinegar. (Recipe/instructions here.) And, if that doesn’t spark things up inside my body, I don’t know what will. Recently, a chef in Atlanta, commented on an earlier blog post of mine, that he not only makes his own STPF, but that he also sells it at his restaurants, and his customers love it.

I’m wondering — and wouldn’t be surprised to see more of this — that as Individuals In A Nation Transforming, as expectations and attitudes toward caring about our health shift, what that might look like. Me? I’m interested in more personal responsibility. I’m interested in less righteousness about showing up at the doors of Our Health Care System, demanding endless treatment for problems self-created by a life-time of careless choices. I’m interested in supporting others and being supported by others in a culture informed by the belief that we each play a role in both the big — and the infinitesimally small — picture of A Healthy Nation. I want to walk into a local restaurant and be able to choose a good wholesome soup … and a bottle of flu buster, made fresh that day by the chef. I want to be acknowledged by The Health Care System for the choices and lifestyle I’ve lived. I want to be honored and respected for that. And while I’m not advocating for specific punishment, per se, for those who’ve chosen otherwise, I want to live in a culture that speaks with a clear and honest voice about the impact of choices made. And the responsibility of individuals to participate in The Care Of Their Health while they receive from the bounty of The Health Care System.

You? I don’t know what you want. I don’t know how you see it. I don’t ask that you see things exactly as I do. But I do want — and hope to find as I live my life — more people in the tribe/bandwidth/vibe of the realm of this thinking. The solutions: so many of them are right here, right now. It’s a matter of truth telling, I think. Being clear, real, straight up.

Hey, I’ll drink to that! And I invite you to join me. Perhaps we can have a  shot of SuperTonic Plague Fighter, straight up.

October 25, 2009

Rules. And agreements.

I was getting my do done. Down in DC. Last Tangle. L & 19th NW. My life right now is mostly suburban and car-based, and I think like a driver. But about once a week I’m in DC, and when I am, I’m usually a pedestrian. And need to think like one.

So, here I am. En route to getting my do done. Walking from the Metro to the salon. I come to an intersection and wait for the light to turn, indicating it’s safe for pedestrians to cross. A slightly disheveled, rather handsome, 40-something and very German-looking man has been waiting patiently. The light still indicates that it’s not safe for pedestrians to cross. I wait as well. Three young women arrive and proceed into the intersection. The light turns. Oops. The cars have a turn arrow. The young women are suddenly A Problem. A Safety Hazard. Self-centeredness and self-focus reeks from their behavior.

The man and I wait. I say to him, “This is why there are systems and red lights and green lights. If we all work within the system, people will be safer. Drivers will be better off. The system is a good one when we all agree to use it.” The light turns and we walk.

My mind starts to reel. I suddenly understand this confusion that’s been swirling in me about systems, authority, organizations, agreements … and, of course, generations. As I walk, I understand a nuanced yet clear distinction. See, about 16 months ago, I did two really big things for me: I got a j-o-b, and I joined the board of directors of a local org.

I understood, as an early wave GenXer, born in 1963, that the GenX midlife challenge is to move away from the societal fringes and isolation dominating most GenXers’ young adult years (21-41) and to move into an integrated role inside structures and systems. But there really is a nuance here. And the role of GenX leadership is not to move into systems as a sub, or lackey or defeated sole.

Nay, it is the opposite. The role/value/mission/challenge and opportunity for GenXers in midlife is to come as fully formed adults, pragmatic, hardscrabble, risk-taking and very adept at solving problems and to bring that into organizations.

See, I’ve always been a bit of a rebel. And I’ve never cared for rules that were about asserting authority *over* me for the sake a structure’s continuity that feeds power to others by my inclusion in the system.

But agreements. Agreements are different.

Agreements are about bringing ones full self into a system, being responsible and having integrity as an individual, and participating in a system by choice and intentional. Agreements are where and how GenXers, and the Millennials below them, will push calcified Boomer systems to a breaking point. The Boomer orientation — and remember, I’m talking in sweeping generalizations of archetypes of generations not, by any means, each member of the generation — is toward turf, ownership of power and hierarchy in which they are the generous ones who choose and decide who *gets* to come into their systems and who is rewarded (by their standards, of course).

Most GenXers — and I’m in the front of the line here — genuinely don’t give a shit about these systems. Don’t trust ‘em. Don’t value ‘em. Don’t put all their eggs in one basket. And while GenXers were the predominant gen in young adulthood and were living their archetypal role of being fragmented, isolated/temp workers/freelancers/entrepreneurial/putting their eggs in several baskets (and — no, we’re not disloyal, we just don’t trust elder generations to watch our backs), GenXers are no longer the gen defining young adulthood. Millennials are redefining young adulthood. They’re collegial. Peer-oriented. They expect to be included. Millennials expect to have a say that has nothing to do with their level of experience or capacity. They simply expect to be included in the decision-making about what’s important.

As well, GenXers are now defining midlife culturally. And GenXers don’t care about broken systems. They care about efficiency. Function. Survival. Fixing things. And if an organization needs to die — or be killed — so that All Society can survive The Crisis (we got another 15 years — and it will get worse, folks), then so be it.

All right, I’m meandering a bit. Let me see if I can pull it together.

Agreements are the new currency of power. Hierarchy and competition is actually going to become (has become?) a liability. Those who can collaborate, integrate and find agreement (which is very different from compromise and can be partial, temporary and specific), will have the upper hand in The Crisis.

So, in this one block of walking to the next intersection where, again, the three young women walked right out into the street without waiting, and while the German man and I patiently waited, I understood why organizational authority has little appeal to me. But agreements do, and deeply.

I’m most curious to see how this shift will occur. To see how power-oriented Boomers (and others) will be marginalized in the coming decade, how collaboration-oriented people (mostly GenX and Millennials) will crack calcified systems, and what will emerge from it all.

Shine on. Shine bright. And, dammit, if you’re a GenXer whose been hiding under a rock and away from the tyranny of excessive authority, the time is now and the time is right. It’s more than an opportunity. It’s the mission, might and right of GenXers to clear the slate and to create functional systems that will allow the Hero generation — the Millennials, and generations, behind us to step into a more  safe and structured world. The Millennials have their own role and opportunity.  It’s different than the Boomer or GenX role, but they can’t do their part without adult help. Boomers need to move toward stewardship and away from operations, and GenXers get out from under their rocks and fix the systems.

It’s going to be really tough and really ugly if we don’t.

October 25, 2009

Suburban Drama.

Little did I know, when I started raking leaves this morning, that I would soon be witness to the most ridiculous tantrum and drama in the suburbs of Columbia, Md.

A female neighbor across the street, mid-50s, single with two adopted kids, was out raking leaves with her two tweenage girls. The neighbors next to her, an early 40s couple, also with an adopted little toddler, hire a lawn care services (Jose’s Service) to tend to such details. Both neighbors live on a tree-lined street in a 40-year-old neighborhood, and their houses back up to a significant stretch of woods at the edge of The Smith Farm, if you know your hoco geography. In other words, there are a lot of trees dropping a lot of fall leaves at this time of year.

The mid-50s neighbor — I’ll call her M5 — was screeching and ranting. At first I thought M5 was yelling at her girls, and then I heard this inanity, “HER leaves are falling on MY yard.” (Notice, she said “her” and not “their,” referring to the couple that lives next door. That got my curiosity.) M5 clearly didn’t seem bothered by her other neighbor, who equally had mature trees and woods which produced leaves that could/would/might blow on HER yard. Nor did she seemed bothered by the neighbor across the street, who — lo and behold — also has mature trees producing fall leaves.

Hmm, thinks I. Wassup? This is interesting.

M5 loads her trash can with leaves and, rather than putting them in a large bag for curbside collection, drags her leaves into the offending neighbor’s yard, yells at one of Jose’s guys (that was really effective, I’m sure) and then proceeds to dump said leaves in her neighbor’s yard, where, of course, they will probably blow back on to HER yard again. Brilliant.

She repeats this behavior of taking leaves from the logical place of the curbside and insists on dumping them in her neighbor’s back yard, where their wooded area meets their yard. Lovely. Just lovely. Oh, and she’s shouting and cursing at her neighbor’s to boot.

I’m thinking to myself, why doesn’t she just live with/ be with/experience / feel/ honor that she’s bothered. Maybe it looks like this:

Oh, I’m so jealous that they can afford a lawn care service. I so wish I could.

Or maybe it’s: I hate my life right now. I hate that I married a dud. And that the happily-ever-after image I had of marriage and two beautiful kids didn’t turn out.

Or maybe it’s: I’m tired. I work all week. I’m exhausted. I really want to relax this weekend, but if I don’t rake my leaves, I won’t be responsible and my neighbors are going to be ticked off at me. I’d be so embarrassed and ashamed to do that.

I don’t know the details. Or nuances of her situation. And it doesn’t really matter. But I do know that her rant had little to do with someone else’s leaves falling on her yard. And it was quite a pathetic situation to watch a woman who is raising two blossoming daughters, as she handled her life  in such a manner.

Me? I got my leaves bagged. Got some sunshine. Got a nice bit of exercise and I’m off to experience the rest of my day.

Rock on.

October 22, 2009

It was an awkward moment.

It was an awkard moment. But it opened to new possibilities, I believe.

See, I was at the Columbia Foundation’s annual dinner last night, introducing a friend to our library’s exec director, Valerie. Valerie and I go back a few years, particularly when I co-worked with my BFF at the branch hosting the library’s administrative offices. Valerie and I may not be chummy friends, but I find her to be vibrant, on-it, engaging and smart … and I enjoy our conversations. Several years back, Valerie asked, and I gladly, participated in first-ever presentation at the annual county “Beg-a-thon,” where citizens speak in favor of county funding they find important. I spoke on behalf of and the need for library funding. This was probably in 2005 or ‘06.

Anyhoo, the gal I was introducing to Valerie made a light-hearted and truthful comment about waiting quite awhile in the library’s queue to get some books she wanted to read. Valerie, charming and not missing a beat said, (paraphrasing), “Tell your County Council member that the library needs more funding. We had a 1.9% budget cut last year.” She was right on target with her role and mission.

Me, not missing a beat, and moving right into the “awkward” part of the “awkward moment,” said, (paraphrasing), “I don’t think the library should be exempt from budget cuts. I don’t think any agency or service is sacred. Not in this time. Not in this age.”

Now, I have my own relationship not only to the concept of The Library but, in particular, to My Library, the Howard County Library System. As a seven-year-old, new in a very new town, in an era pre-dating video, zillions of TV channels and an exploded commercial environment, going to My Library (Miller Branch for you Hoco Old-Skoolers) was akin to going to church. I’ve grown up, somehow feeling personally exalted by My Library’s successes and national rankings as one of the best (sometimes The Best) in its class. There’s a longer story here, but in short, My Library has been a sanctuary and church to me.

But I don’t think its endless upward funding is sacred. Regardless if the county population is expanding.

So, back to that awkward moment. My brain/heart/soul/mind, realizing that Said Awkard Moment had just been created, knew I needed to provide context to my statement.“What if, for example,” I said, “rather than getting more funding for more books and resources, the Library put out a weekly call to the local citizens. It might look like this:

Hey, we’ve got people out the wazoo waiting in our queue for these 10 books (listed). If you’ve purchased and read this book, are done with it and don’t really need/want to store it on your shelves, consider donating it to us. Now!

“Perhaps some funds need to be set aside to figure out how to create a system for bringing donated books into the library’s inventory system*. Perhaps staff time can be redirected to promoting this message and enrolling the community’s support in this initiative. Personally, I don’t believe any business model — for government agencies (including schools) and businesses alike — will do well in the next decade to assume that funds/financial resources will be expanding. But that doesn’t mean services and value has to go down. Just that we have to find new solutions.”

Now, in props to MY Library, they are already there: using open source tech and moving expenses away from high-cost software licenses to less-costly/free resources. They’ve embraced the free tools of social media like no other institution in the county. And they just rock. My statement/belief has little to do with My Library. It has do with the archetypal season Society is in now, and that’s winter.

Personally, I’m rather excited to see new solutions emerging. Old problems framed in a new light. Creative energies that find the will and way to move inside of a contracting and shifting economy. Winter is winter. Winter, in a temperate climate, is when deciduous plants/trees/shrubs cut back on their green and pretty flowers. Winter is a time of pulling in deep nutrients in preparation for Spring.

From what I understand of generational cycles and the feelings that emanate from my cellular structure of the Life I’ve Lived, we are in Winter. Winter doesn’t cycle back to Fall. It’s Winter for its full course, then — and only then — does it move into Spring. No one’s exempt. Those who frolic about as though it’s another season will feel the cold. Those who deny it’s Winter and hope for warmer times, will come to know otherwise. It’s cyclical, folks. Natural. Go with the energies of the season, not against them.

This isn’t a missive against or about The/My Library. Simply a point from which to offer a perspective about cycles and energies that can be fought or used.

Rock on, beautiful people, rock on.

* I’m assuming the library doesn’t move select donated books into its inventory. I could be wrong.

October 20, 2009

Perhaps I’m reading too much into this.

This evening, I rode the wave that came to me. I went to one of the Korean grocery stores I like, H-Mart, bought a pile of vegetables (and roasted laver: the main reason for my trip), came home and started cooking, cooking, cooking.

Sauteed cabbage with bacon. Yum. Roasted red pepper soup. Yum.  My first attempt at sweet potato greens. (We’ll see if that’s yum tomorrow after it marinates a bit.) And cooking up a calabesa squash. I love to roast pumpkin/squash seeds and, after harvesting them from the squash, had drizzled my best olive oil and sprinkled some coarse sea salt on them.

La-de-da-da. I’m cooking. Things are going fine. Then I discover the squash seeds in a forgotten part of the oven. They are now an experiment in how far something can burn without disintegrating. Yuck. So, I pulled them out to cool. And I’m looking at them, and I get this interesting thought about burnt seeds, my body, my feminine energies and hormones (and seeds, per se) and being 46 and feeling things starting to shift in my reproductive hormones.

See, the reason this popped out to me — and where I might be reading too much into this — is that last week I burnt a pot of beans. Beans are also seeds, right? And I didn’t just burn them, I left the house for three hours, forgot about the beans and the house still stinks-stinks-stinks from the smoke that — thankfully — never became a kitchen fire. (But it sure does stink.)

So, here I am. Noticing two events that have a common denominator: burned seeds. And it seems meaningful to me vis-a-vis where I am in life. Not so sure I have to dissect this too much further. Only to notice and acknowledge the events. This is my world where very small things have meaning. Oh, and I did find it a bit funny that the one thing I should have burned (blackened) was the fleshy, meaty red peppers. Those I could have singed a bit more.

Midnight. To bed.

October 18, 2009

My take-away.

“What was your biggest take-away today?” was the question he asked me.

We were at the happy hour following Public Media Camp on Saturday, and I was talking to @digiphile about the day behind us. I have a propensity to answer questions with either brevity, bluntness and clarity of thought that can be shockingly specific, or to wend my way through terrain that you’d never think would lead back to an answer; yet it does. For Alex/@digiphile, I chose the latter. Essentially, it’s this –

The first session I attended at the camp was about the relationship between traditional public media (the NPRs and PBS-es of America, for example) and new media: the bloggers, twitterers, YouTube content generators, and so forth. I arrived while the session was in process and felt immediately that I was in the middle of a culture war. I know this battle. Lived it. Strategized in it. Been frustrated by it. Been vilified. Been exalted. The whole kit-n-caboodle. And, I know it deeply from a generational theory perspective as well.

Within minutes of being in the room, a woman a bit older than me and from the traditional media side of things said, (paraphrasing, I am), “Well, once WE set the standards of what we’ll accept from citizen journalists, then we can work with them.” A well-established blogger in DC, without skipping a beat and with passion in his heart, informed her, “We don’t want to volunteer for you. We want to be in partnership with you.”

And that’s when I had my ah-hah. My take-away, so to speak. See, GenXers (born 1961-1981) have been the junior gen to Boomers (born 1943-1960) since the day they arrived. Boomers– while they typically don’t see this in themselves or their gen — are turf squatters, and believe that if they’ve sat long enough on turf, it’s theirs, dammit. GenXers (the Nomad generation in archetypal language) grows up and moves through young adulthood deeply understanding that there just isn’t any room for them at the table. So, the skill set most GenXers develop is to find ways around obstacles, fortresses, dysfunctional systems, calcified processes.

As social media has ascended, and more GenXers than any other generation have embraced the tools (there’s a reason for this, but that’s another convo), the GenXers have been banging on Boomer doors (traditional media, in this case), saying, “Hey! Hey, listen, there’s some really interesting stuff happening over here.” But most Boomers/traditional institution leaders have continued to treat GenXers as they’ve known them as young adults: the temp worker/slacker/lackeys to whom they pushed off the onerous tasks of dealing with complexities and icky details. They (the Boomers) continue to see themselves as King of the Hill, even while things are changing radically.

** I’m intentionally being big and — even gross — with my generalizations for story-telling here, k? **

When the PubCamp blogger said emphatically to the well-paid, entrenched traditional media lady — who was assuming that a blogger would want to volunteer under her organization’s terms of providing content, “We don’t want to volunteer for you. We want to be in partnership with you,” I knew then that the tides had shifted.

The shift is a subtle one. And it’s bigger than most entrenched leaders in traditional media, corporate America or government organizations probably understand. The shift is that GenXers have moved away from asking for attention and respect, vis-a-vis their ideas/visions/Web 2.0 activity and problem-solving and are moving on, with or without the institutions. Like I said, it’s a subtle shift. But mark my words, it’s happened.  (The subtle but huge things are what I tend to notice.) GenXers are offering Boomers a last chance for partnership and the opportunity to be involved and engaged. Boomers who continue to think as though they still are in control (even if they are by title), and who think that from that titular control they will set the rules without treating GenXers as partners, well … they will be marginalized. Not because GenXers want to marginalize Boomers, but because the time is now to collaborate and to allow new leadership and perspectives to have equal, if not greater, sway in going forward.

So, my take-away: the shift has occurred. Now, it’s only a matter of observing it. It’s not personal. It’s not violent or aggressive. It’s a natural order of change and development. GenXers across America will do well to step into the leadership that is right and particular to them. Boomers will do well to release their grip and their assumption that because they’ve sat on turf for decades it is theirs in perpetuity. As GenXers transform from being isolated and alienated and as Boomers transform from wanting the first and last say on operational details, the rate of change and development is going to accelerate even faster than things have been moving for the last several years.

And to any Boomers who have a hard time with this, let me clue you in: We have the pressure of Millennials behind us. We’re not just asking you to move over. We’re moving on with or without you because we have to. A generation is behind us, itching to move forward as well.

Rock on, beautiful people, rock on.

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And, no, I didn’t proofread or fact check my article.

October 16, 2009

The Choose Insanity Bug

Choose Insanity

Choose Insanity

From my coworker at my j-o-b.

Check out his Choose Insanity site.

October 15, 2009

Something men will never understand.

I’m doing that seasonal thing: packing up summer clothes and pulling out my fall and winter clothes. As I’m organizing my skirts, I notice that — in my particular scheme of color organizing — that three cute, mid-thigh J Crew skirts are all in a row together. And then my brain starts ticking. Hey, thinks me, one of those skirts is a size 6 and one is a size 2. I check. The third skirt is a size 4. They all fit just fine.

Now, men, mind you: these are three skirts from the same store/brand. And these are three skirts with very similar cuts. And yet, somehow, three different sizes — 2, 4 and 6 — fit me. I don’t get it. I can’t fathom clothing manufacturers could get away with this inefficiency with men, but somehow it’s ok in the women’s world of clothing. Whatever.

Perhaps, dear Men of the World, you’ll extend some sympathy to us women for our confusion here and there about sizes and bodies and fashion and image. While said confusion can stem from many a source — and let’s not forget those hormonal fluctuations — I have to think that the careless sizing of manufactured clothing plays, at least, a small part in all this.

October 4, 2009

Azul 17, my new local fave

Finally. That pretty much sums it up for me: Finally. Finally, in Columbia, there is an upscale place with a vibe and decor to match, music that makes the place  feel much more urban than suburban, great (as in absolutely awesome) drinks and an in an intimate space, to boot. I’m talking about Azul 17. Oh, and they’re open til 2:00 a.m. on Thursday night, ladies night, where drinks are half price off for ladies after — yes, AFTER – 10:30 p.m.

Grand opening Oct 8th, 7 pm – 2 am. Plus a grand opening weekend of celebration, Fri., Oct 9th – Sun. Oct 12th. To read more about the place:  City Paper and HowChow.

If you tweet, the hashtag is, naturally, #azul17.

If you use FourSquare, the place is loaded in …

If you’re on Facebook, you can become a fan.

See you there.

September 24, 2009

Social Media for Volunteer Engagement – Hoco event

From my gal-pal @mickeygomez and fellow board member on the Association of Community Services of Howard County. I learned of this event she’s offering earlier today and hope that if you’re one of my Hoco readers, you’ll consider attending and/or sharing this info with your local networks, too.

Using the Web & Social Media for Volunteer Engagement

Date: September 30th, 2009 (Wednesday)
Time: 12 noon – 2 pm
Location: Columbia, MD
Overview: Join us to learn more about engaging volunteers using the web and social media. We’ll discuss best practices and examples while developing strategies for making the best use of the internet in meeting the goals of your agency’s volunteer program. Free to registered nonprofits but RSVP required no later than Monday, Sept. 28th. Please contact Mickey at
mickey@volunteerhoward.org or 410.715.3176 for more information or to sign-up. Space is limited, lunch provided.  Presented by the Volunteer Center Serving Howard County.

link:  http://volunteerhoward.org/need-volunteers/training-and-education/

September 24, 2009

15 Unfortunately Placed Ads

September 23, 2009

She’s no dummy.

Yes, I'm that lazy at 11:32 p.m. Plus, I don't know jack about photo manipulation.

Yes, I'm that lazy at 11:32 p.m. Plus, I don't know jack about photo manipulation.

Pretty, sweet-tempered, polite, playful, healthy, communicative and smart. That’s Daria, the cat of the house. She’s also about as petite as a grown cat can be, weighing in at 4 lbs. when she was young and had as much flesh on her bones as she’d ever have.

Now, she’s 14. And while all the adjectives are stil true — and truer — she’s losing a bit of the firmness of her fless and weighs less than four pounds. One thing I’ve noticed about Daria is her seasonal interest in human contact. Present and prone to hanging around Her People, she’s not always the biggest cuddler. In the summer, and warmer months, that is.

I swear, this is true: upon the arrival of the Fall Equinox — like clock-work — she suddenly develops an renewed interest in warm human laps, snuggling next to Her Peoples during the night and any opportunity to benefit from the heat generated by warm-blooded and kind creatures, uh, I mean, people.

As this year’s Fall Equinox came, I was once again reminded, while she’s sweet and all that, she’s also no dummy.

September 17, 2009

At 3 mos., she’s a natch with the iphone

baby Linnea with iphoneThis was fun. At this evening’s Hoco BlogTail party, @annathema showed up with her sweet baby Linnea and handsome husband, Roger. Anne/@annathema recently blogged about iphone apps a new mom needs. And her blog garnered her an interview in an article about moms and tech. Tonight, Linnea was a natch when presented with the iphone. Her little fingers on the screen, she opened apps, moved them around and basically seemed to get the touch-and-slide approach to iphone navigation. Given her mother’s proclivity toward geekiness, efficiency and the iphone, I’m not surprised.

Handsome Husband Roger adds not to the inherent tech-savvy of Linnea, but her adroitnessness with her hands. Roger runs a remodeling business in Howard County and has deep roots as a skilled carpenter. He’s your man for remodeling projects.

Linnea and Dad

September 17, 2009

The Planets. Old Boyfriends. High School peeps.

Mercury is in retrograde. That’s astrological speak for communication is a bit haywire. What normally works in good, stable outward communication — contracts, dates, agreements, understanding — is a bit screwy. What’s high in strength is intution, past information coming to light in a new way and running into people from the past.

In the last 24 hours –

  • I met with long-time pal, AJ Ali, whom I haven’t seen in years. Drinks at Victoria’s Gastro Pub and catching up after many years.
  • A call from a boyfriend of years(!) past called “out of the blue.” (Of course, I’d thought of him just two days ago).
  • A colleague from about a decade ago discovered my blog recently and showed up at tonight’s HocoBlogTale party.
  • Crossed paths with Oakland Mills high school peeps: Rich Morrell and Robyn Ryn. Go Scorps!

Mercury is out of retrograde Sept 23rd. Wait til after then to sign contracts, etc. In the meantime, reflect on things past, be open to friends from back in the day showing up and trust your intuition more than ever during this time.

September 14, 2009

Tapulanga: Close to home and far away

Tapulanga - SFAS Children's Drama Guild Workshop-6A reader of the hocoblogs? Kindly, if you would, consider a donation to Tapulanga Foundation. Robin Abello, one of the founders of hocoblogs, works diligently with his sister, who is in The Philippines and running a school there, to raise funds for a school scholarship program, a micro-credit program and a health-care program.

In addition to your supporting a local man doing a world of good, you can be in relationship to this group without getting lost in a mega-organization where mega portions of your donations go to raise more money. (Only 3% at Tapulanga.) This is a small-scale org providing direct and specific benefit to the people in a specific region of The Phillipines.

Their annual event/dinner/silent auction is coming up Sept 20th. I often go. The people are friendly and the food is interesting. Plus, one of the items highly coveted and available is a Macbook Pro, possibly yours for a $25 raffle ticket, which you can conveniently purchase online.

September 14, 2009

My best-ever tomato salad

tomato salad source - zahradka farm

So, you may ask, what was I thinking, buying tomatoes in mid-September? Shouldn’t my appetite for garden-fresh tomatoes be waning and my thoughts moving to squashes, beets, cabbage and the vegetables of fall?

Well, I was at Second Sunday, a delightful market in Historic Ellicott City, and the farmers were nice, and the price was right, so I bought eight large tomatoes. Here’s my most-amazing ever tomato salad, barring from consideration, of course, the classic olive oil, balsamic, basil, salt and pepper salad. Oh, and don’t forget the garlic.

Anyhoo, here’s what I mixed. Heaven!

  • 3 large tomatoes, diced
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 banana pepper, diced
  • Basil
  • Rosemary
  • Nama Shoyu (like soy sauce but diff)
  • Brown rice vinegar
  • Olive oil, top shelf
  • Wasabi-Ginger finishing sauce from Bittersweet Herb Farm (also got this at Second Sunday)
  • Salt
  • Ground pepper

It was delicious right away. And ultra-fantastic the next day. Yum. Yum. Yum.

tersiguels brings exotic fruits and vegetablesIf you’re in The Hoco, I highly recommend Second Sundays Market in Historic Ellicott City. Come by yourself. Come with a friend. Stroll. Shop. Sip coffee. Listen to music. Support local businesses and local farmers.

September 14, 2009

Hoco BlogTale Party

Bloggers. Blog readers. Micro-bloggers (yeah, that’s you if you use twitter). Join us for our umpteenth monthly blogtale party. This Thursday, 6-8 p.m. Coal Fire Pizza. RSVPs nice, not required. There’s talk of a possible Blob’s park Octoberfest party. Speak up if you like, or don’t like, the idea. The event co-host picks the place, but it’d be nice to get some feedback as Blob’s is a little farther out of the way than our usual spots.