We started school able to read and write, at least our names and addresses.Because there was someone living that would remind us of the sacrifices made that we'd have a right to maintain.The hope was that we'd find something to our liking outside of the manufacturing plantations, but that they (the plants) would be there for us, during breaks, in the summers and during tough times.some of my summers were spent on one of the two family farms, either with my father's kin, in North Carolina or Louisiana with my mother's folk. They were two totally different and totally shocking cultures, but what I returned to Detroit was to begin a fascination with people's cultural pathways.Now living in a land of chain linked subcultures, where many young people rarely leave the confines of their provinces, with the greatest distance from their homes being their schools.I wasn't trying to be a smart ass, (something to do with my name), but when the old folks told me to make money, it was said in a different tone that the "regular" grown ups of my youth. So, I made the mistake of taking their advice a little too literally, studied commercial art and learned print making. I should have studied agricultural engineering or some other 'lost' industrial pathway. In the process of becoming one of America's last few professional Black dilettantes, I don't mean dabbler, I mean a lover of fine arts, I learned that behind every art, which is now so often confused with decorative self expression, is a science and possibly a religion.A study and practice of realigning of one's self with a form.Some time during the latter part of the twentieth century, the western world became obsessed with, being young, having things, knowing things and massed produced, prepackaged expressions of individuality. An oxymoron of the highest caliber. Still learning has become some abstract and unattractive.I was taught early, by a tough dad, (MA English, Radio and Television Communications. Now an Instructor at Cape Fear and Baptist Minister) that our communications in America carries too many emotive words, statements and non verbal segue ways. It's funny when I occasionally watch a criminal investigation process show on TV, that a lot of it is focused on behavior during interrogation.I've argued for years that Liberal Arts are needed far more than the utilitarian training people are given now. At the same time the process and results of the dismantling of the western 'civil' system is a logical course of action for any ruling class that would demand that some level of literacy and ability to communicate ideas in a preprescribed format, in order for an individual to be able to enjoy the liberties of citizenship.I often present point of views that on the surface appear class-ist, sexist and possibly racist, but with some study and discussion make perfectly good sense to anyone with the desire to achieve the social equality people, beg, demand and fight for. My argument has, was and will most likely remain, that were I the wealthiest white man on the planet there would still be some things that I would tell people of all types, "I'll fund the building and start up of your own thing like the one I have that you want, but no, I will not admit you to ownership or membership, based on anything except what is written in this set of codes.I'm looking for a replacement for my favorite Adult Entertainment Club [Tittie Bar] because a few years ago, as a reaction to the new casinos, they changed their format. Before it had become a strip club it had belly dancers for entertainment, which is pretty damned erotic to me, especially when mixed with spicy North African and Mediterranean Cuisine. Even in its tittie bar guise, the club had excellent food for a fair price. The latest version, a neon clad, television heavy, sports bar with run of the mill strippers and more common grub, does not allow me the escape that I once cherished, to get away from women that think or don't think the same things, the same ways. It's odd that outside of academia I'd find a form of isolation in that din and flash, but then some people get drunk, then drive and then again, I was never a matriculating student. The feature that I'm looking for is pretty tall order, extremely attractive, by western media's standards, half to mostly nude women, that practice their entertainment art, without resorting to prostitution to cover for lack of talent, enjoy a good book from any one of the accepted major canons and would like little more than an occasional conversation with a man that is as interested in the contents of their minds as the movements of the bodies.Sometimes there is no point. Just loosely connected experiences and observations that fuel a debate.Economics teaches us that to everything there must be a point.And there's just something about perpetual charities, whose beneficiaries never improve that seems wrong to me.
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