A few weeks ago I got an email from an old friend, actor and philanthropist Lukas Behnken. He wanted to get a group of his friends together to hang out. But Lukas wanted to do something more substantive than just grabbing some drinks and more permanent than say seeing a movie. He wanted to build a house – well a habitat for humanity. And how could I say no?
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Being tolerant suggests that the person who is tolerating is somehow superior to the person or situation that needs to be tolerated, the way a teacher might tolerate rude behavior from a young student who doesn’t know any better. Tolerance is saying that one person is less than the other, or that one culture is better than another. So in that sense, being tolerant doesn’t necessarily have a whole lot to do with being PC, just with having patience. The truth I stumbled upon is that the things that make life better are almost always fleeting, everyday occurrences, snapshots that make you remember all the important little blocks that make up the big city (though good scents do come in at a close second!). April 23, 2010, at 7:00 pm — Blogs | Comics — Comics / Congo and Steve / humor / THEME: tolerance / tolerance
“once i sat and watched the summer April 20, 2010, at 3:00 pm — Arts and Culture | Poetry | Writing — Joanna Lord / poem / Poetry / THEME: poetry
Heretics are everywhere … Part of the reason why discovering a new restaurant or a unique dish is so satisfying is because food is a universal language. It expands beyond the boundaries of culture, generation and political affiliation. When you break bread with someone, you also simultaneously break down whatever preconceptions you might have had about each other. You’re both human, you both eat to survive. These are the basic facts. April 20, 2010, at 7:30 am — Arts and Culture | Audio | Poetry | poetry reading | Writing — Nicky Schildkraut / poem / Poetry / poetry reading / THEME: poetry
It was never hysterical. She had fled the border, into a different border. The professor referred to her as his only power, the flower of her torso spreading a stemmed shadow across his floor. April 19, 2010, at 3:00 pm — Arts and Culture | Poetry | Writing — Joanna Lord / poem / Poetry / THEME: poetry
Sick demon, April 19, 2010, at 7:30 am — Arts and Culture | Audio | Poetry | poetry reading | Writing — Nicky Schildkraut / poem / Poetry / poetry reading / THEME: poetry
It was never rhetorical. After the only tractor in the village died and the last weeds were gathered for dinner, she fled across the frozen Tumen river, across the border into yet another border. |
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