When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.
4th of July is the most memorable day in the history of United States of America. It is the day when America got independence and was free from British occupancy. The day is celebrated all around the country with patriotic sentiment.
“I like to see men proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him.”–Abraham Lincoln
“We on this continent should never forget that men first crossed the Atlantic not to find soil for their ploughs but to secure liberty for their souls.”–Robert McCrackin
Look at the cityscape. Now focus on one building. Squint if you need to. Fifteen stories. As large as the entire town you grew up in. Once it’s firmly in your mind, close your eyes.
Now see the building in memory. See it as Picasso would see it as a series of foms, of cubes, as an abstraction. See the building as a fractal, breaking into pieces. See it as a lawyer sees it, as a bundle of property rights that can be unbundled and rebundled in endless variations.
Ask yourself what the building can be—retail, office, homes. No, better yet, ask the building what it wants to be. Not the whole unified building but each constituent part.
Once each part speaks to you and tells you what it should be, then start the hard work of creating it. First as an abstraction but becoming more and more real with each thought.
See the building as Walt Whitman would. Pipes humming and wires like nerves carrying power and information to each part of it. See the building as activity. Like Whitman’s mind the building can encompass all of us within us.
Each thing has its place in the building. Here the mother with her child. There the intellectual at his papers. Merchant and lawyer; rich and poor; man, woman and child; every dog and every pigeon have their place.
The building is not office or retail or residential. Disregard the illusion of unity. You see a whole only by disregarding the parts. The building is a series of spaces, not a building. Each space has its proper use and each its proper resident. This is mine; that is yours; over there belongs to neither of us.
John P. Greenan
When we forgive evil we do not excuse it, we do not tolerate it, we do not smother it. We look the evil full in the face, call it what it is, let its horror shock and stun and enrage us, and only then do we forgive it.
Last night I attended a hearing in Oak Cliff on the Dallas Housing Authority’s proposal to house one hundred formerly homeless people at its Cliff Manor property. I haven’t seen such a frightening crowd since 1972. Here are some comments to the Dallas Morning News’ story on the hearing to give you a little flavor of the discussion—and my take on some of the opinions expressed.
7:27 AM on June 22, 2010
A community’s first priority is to the people who are law-abiding and pay their taxes. The druggers/alcoholics stepped outside the lines, but want everyone to pay their way back into society. I sympathize with the mentals, but they should be in institutions where they can be safe, fed and treated. They can never live completely on their own because they are not equipped for life’s anxieties.
All the do gooder programs have caused incredible damage to Lake Highlands, Vickery Meadow and Oak Cliff. The Cedars is just now crawling out of the pit that decades of dumping on them created. The Sec 8 apts in NW Dallas are a disaster for my area.
Senior housing is one thing — but the DHA always screws up and winds up ruining entire communities to help a handful of losers.
Fight on, Oak Cliff. This is Councilman Neumann’s finest hour. He has never been more right on any issue
The funny thing is, I live in Lake Highlands and I think it is pretty nice. JG.
11:13 AM on June 22, 2010
“I sympathize with the mentals…”
The “mentals”? I guess this is your new shorthand for the homeless? Like Mexicans are now called “illegals”…..wow, you folks are Apathetic Pigeonholers, or “A-holers” for short.
This brings to light one of the overriding themes of last night. The homeless aren’t really people.
7:46 AM on June 22, 2010
Sharon Boyd, where are the impoverished and people without homes suppose to live? Do we just leave them all on the streets?
I can’t wait to hear your answer.
This is the question that I’d like some of the people who oppose permanent supportive housing to answer some day. Do they think we are better off with people sleeping in the streets? JG.
8:36 AM on June 22, 2010
Anyone who doesn’t have a job would be “impoverished” and “without homes.” Me, you, everyone. Gosh…let’s see….let me think….how about getting a job
No doubt a Bruce Hornsby fan. “Get a job!” JG.
9:08 AM on June 22, 2010
They should live with you
A helpful anwer—not. The person below actually has housed homeless people in his home. I’m moving into citywalk@akard where we are housing homeless people, but not everyone can do that sort of thing.
Karl Dennahan Tx
10:00 AM on June 22, 2010
John P. Greenan
BY NAQUANNA COMEAUX
The Rainbow Days Kids’ University camp started yesterday and several of our kids at CityWalk were able to attend. The camp will be held at the University of Texas at Dallas through this Thursday and our kids and their parents are super-excited about it.
The purpose of Kids’ University is “to promote literacy, higher education, develop social competency and build self-esteem.” Some of the activities include courses in science and computers, as well as cooking, painting, arts and crafts and more. There will also be a graduation ceremony on the last day of camp where kids will walk across a stage and receive diplomas.
We’re so happy that our kids at CityWalk are getting this opportunity to go to a free camp, where meals are provided at no cost to the parents.
Thanks so much to Rainbow Days and for all this organization is doing in the community.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
I would rather walk with God in the dark than go alone in the light.
When life knocks you on your knees, your in the perfect position to pray
Cross country skiing is great if you live in a small country.
Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
Death for Watching Soccer
The following article caught my attention. Among other things, it shows just how differently some people see the world than I do:
World Cup 2010: Somali football fans executed for watching matches
Two Somali football fans have been killed by Islamic militants after being caught watching World Cup matches.
By Aislinn Laing, Southern Africa correspondent
Published: 5:59PM BST 14 Jun 2010
A Somali football fan adjusts the Television set for the group D game between Ghana and Serbia Photo: EPA
The deaths happened on Saturday near the capital Mogadishu when members of the Hizbul Islam group stormed a house where people were watching Nigeria play Argentina.
A further 10 people were arrested by the group, which has imposed a strict version of Islam in the areas they control in southern and central Somalia.
The following night, another 30 people including a 15-year-old boy were arrested as the watched the Germany-Australia game in two private homes in the town of Afgoye.
A spokesman for the group, Sheikh Mohamed Abdi Aros, said the rest of Somalia should respect their ban on the World Cup – the first to be hosted in Africa – and focus instead on “pursuing holy jihad”.
“We are warning all the youth of Somalia not to dare watch these World Cup matches. It is a waste of money and time and they will not benefit anything or get any experience by watching mad men jumping up and down,” he said.
The ban, which has seen radio stations around the city taken off air for playing music, has resulted in people flocking to public cinemas in the few Government-controlled areas of the country.
Ahmed Santos used to live in an area of Somalia run by militants, but now is in a government-controlled area.
“I can now freely watch the matches,” he said. “I am so sorry that some of my friends who are now living where I was once don’t have that chance to watch the World Cup. I really feel sorry for them.”
Others are risking the wrath of the militants, such is their love of the beautiful game.
One man, who lives in the militant-controlled livestock market area of the city said he watched Algeria-Slovenia at home with his family.
“I have one eye on the TV and the other on the door, and the sound turned down,” he said.
I know I shouldn’t joke about such tragedies. It is an unspeakable horror to put people to death for such an innocent action, but there is something quite surreal about all this. I just, very literally, cannot believe that this is happening in the same world in which I live.