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Culture is important. Self is important. I am still debating when would have been better to know her story was as she described — snippets of her life; before or after she told it.
In the end, it may be of little importance. Brown had been steeped in academia. I had waited for an opening to dispute reference to Morey Amsterdam and ownership of the song only to have Dr. Brown neutralize my planned counterpunch by recognizing Lord Invader in the mini scandal over the song.
The snippets of her life she had shared did not slake my thirst so I sought out more information about Dr. Now I know my membership in the Trinidad and Tobago diaspora meant I was targeted for reading her book. She said as much before realizing how wide a net she wanted to cast for readers. In her amended view, anyone who could read should read the book.
Not good. She wore denim shorts cut off at the knees and a tank top made out of an XL t-shirt with the sleeves removed so you could see her black bra underneath. Her upper arms were dark with tattoos of knife-wielding skeletons with long hair. Warren, Census, and I had been looking for a lead singer for Various Manhunter. Carrie plugged in her guitar and began strumming an A-minor chord and a C with a scratch rhythm.
And then she began to sing. I heard Chrissy Hynde. I heard P. I heard Courtney Love. I heard my heart in my gullet. But my God, her voice. Flatbush Ave Rythm Band Never Knew Love Like This Before Voices Inside My Head eyes were on her when we played live. The rest of us were on the All-Ugly Team. Warren was a skinny white dude with muddy, moppish hair, and he made ugly O-faces when he drummed. Census had this orange half-fro, and he was always slackjawed. His real name was Bob.
We nicknamed him Census because he kept claiming to be one-eighth black. I was going bald but my hair was long, so Flatbush Ave Rythm Band Never Knew Love Like This Before Voices Inside My Head came down in five long straps over the front of my face when I played.
My nickname was Black Flag because the hair around my bald swathe dropped in black flags over my ears. Those were the best times. Just the two of us. She smelled of vanilla mist. We started playing Saturday afternoons in clubs in The City. Carrie and I sang along Psyche BFC Applied Rhythmic Technology3 the way up the highway long after Warren and Census became tired of hearing our voices.
Carrie was dating the lead singer from another punk band. He was cheating on her. They were always arguing. She would come to practice in tears. She was losing weight. Census said he saw her shooting up in her car. Warren stopped bringing around his girlfriend and kids. We had a show in Louie Ramirez Ali Baba Docks.
It was the first time we got booked in a big club. Surprises keep us fresh! They make the rituals relevant and fun, and at their best, promote a culture of kindness, anti-oppression, and happy people. So back to my Kidstarter. I went over to the water table; a table full of water, sometimes with props like shells, and this time it was dinosaurs.
The children were playing and studying how water moves and changes. Children, as you can hear, collaborate and innovate easily, and when we reflect on that, we too can transform things. I was a little surprised, but I understood.
I also thought her job was perfect for her. She did a little stand up when parents and caregivers came in, emailed with 3 year olds when they were feeling sad or mad, and made everyone feel part of the community.
I explained this to her, that her job was right and that she could do it more fully and insert more creativity and laughter in it, and that we could do anything.
Maggie began emailing me instantly with band ideas for the lobby. We served coffee and baked goods got a Yelp! We also created soda fountain with cool hats, and served flavored seltzer this summer.
We have had surprise trombone parades, a free original art sale, a diaper-wearing preschool comedian, board meetings with 4 year olds, spirit animal parties, traveling willaby wallaby madrigal singers, a superhero belt study disco party, and a two year old spa day. We have a lot of artists, musicians, and theater people on our staff, and in our grown up body that are essential in inventing and producing our rituals and surprises. When grownups learn, kids learn more…and the best surprises turn into rituals when grownups ask when the next Cafe Le Maple is happening.
Francois Niombo Im Cool and surprises transform things, just like Henry said I should talk about transformers. A few more things about me, while I am a fan of learning to be on task, I am a bigger fan of divergent thinking. Because it is super fun having that crazy idea pop in your head, sharing it and doing it. I am getting married to no one, and no one is gonna be there not my mom and dad.
So here we go. So now for a quick practice in Kidstarter rituals and surprises, turn to the people sitting next to you and tell them what your head is made of, and why. So, before I finish, when Chris and Cameron asked me to speak, they asked me if I had any problems that needed solving in the world. The first thing that came to mind was to ask you all to please take that beautiful, silver, flat, Mac Apple, and turn into a juicy delicious tasty one; your favorite kind, Golden Delicious, Mutsu, Granny Smith, where children and their grownups can taste the sweetness point out the bruises and experience the grit.
Write an app about your passions, but play with it so deeply that there is a Kidstarter there, whether it is your kid, a kid you know, or yourself as a kid years ago. What is mostly out there now was not started by kids, it is not creative, it is consumptive.
I am happy to talk to all of you. You can help me turn a community supported agriculture curricula into an app, or I can find you people who tell trickster stories, create songs about cows and sea stars and cumulus clouds every day, and study artists so deeply that when you go into a class, everyone has decided they want to look like Frida Kahlo and has special painted eyebrows.
I want to end by thanking you all for being Kidstarters, and for being you and whatever your head is made of. I want to thank you for joining me in rituals and surprises!
I want to thank Chris and Cameron and Juliette and Jeremy for having me speak. I want to thank Maggie and Marisa and Zoe, who is not here, for helping me; all for all Maple Street kids and all their grownups, every single one. Finally, when you leave a big happy meeting, which could also be called a party if you are a kid, you expect a goody bag.
So Kidstarters, here is a goodie bag of surprises. It is magic, or so the preschoolers say, and it may be powerful. Enjoy it, throw it, create something with it, Instagram it, or take a bath in it, or do whatever you do for creating joy! Every day…or most days…I hear that preschool costs as much as college. I went to hear Ken Robinson the other night.
Technoid Technoid is an education guru-knight and he said our lives are not linear, most of us do not do what we studied in college, and he discussed a study of majors of Silicon Valley. The majors, philosophy, psychology, etc.
My guess though, is that preschool does relate more to our lives than college majors. Preschool matters because we create who we want to be, not just what we want to study. Then we nurture it, grow it, sing it, dance it, and celebrate it.
I want to celebrate the teachers, the Board, the cooperative and all of our friends that support us by acknowledging that you matter. You matter to me as much as college. You matter to me as much as preschool.
We also want to treat our preschool teachers as well as our college professors and raise funds to send them to Puerto Rico, and Sweden, and Kenya, and Zimbabwe and NYC to research and learn about early childhood through the world forum foundation and other learning and growing opportunities. We also want to raise funds to provide financial aid to more children from diverse racial, economic and family backgrounds who need a high quality, creative, joyful preschool like Maple Street.
We want to raise funds, and I want to thank you for agreeing with me that yes, college costs a lot and so does preschool, and they matter because our hearts go into them as does our labor, all so that all of our children can flourish.
So perhaps the next time we say or hear preschool costs as much as college, we remember our tushies are clean, our faces are wiped, we have sang silly songs, learned about birds, and subway trains, and New York families from all over the world.
We have used our words, expressed our feelings and shared. About a month ago I stepped into the classroom; a powerful three year old was very upset.
This is rare because as you know, most of my work is is done amidst tears, hugs, laughter, boogers, potty talk, play dough, outer space, dress up, and dance parties.
I watched as the teachers helped him sponge up his juice, and Patrice Rushen Now up his tears.
He pulled himself together making us all feel a little better. His breathing did that sighing, crying, sighing, crying, sigh, sigh, sigh thing, and then he went back to chewing fruit snacks and outer space super hero conversation. Surprisingly, I got a little nervous then. I am a spiller. I spill milk, juice, water, wine…. When I open my seltzer, no matter how gentle I am, it explodes, and I surrender to watching the geysers and cleaning up the spills.
I continued on the with the spilling conversations, trying to make myself feel better. I then thought of my morning at home and how I knocked over the coffee beans somehow when I pulled out the restaurant sized bag, and they scattered everywhere.
It smelled wonderful. I said a bad word and swept them up. There is no denial, though I try to look forward, be aware, and pay attention to gravity. My spilling has gotten worse this year as I have had some inner ear issues. At this point I was nervous; the kind where you imagine everything not good happening, spilling everywhere all over and everyone pointing at you.
I smiled looked over at Barbara, our art teacher-storyteller-matriarch, to try to feel better. You do? I began to observe and interview everyone, becoming an anthropologist on spilling from the toddlers who intentionally dump to the most professional parents who never ever even have any evidence of spills, stains, or messy children in their lives. I swayed back and forth with this new identity, noticing my extra care with beverages, and my imperfections.
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Are you sure this is the place. But it didn't really matter. I was blissed out to be in my new favorite Park Slope bar. Because it's not really a bar - you'd never order a Cosmopolitan there - it's a wine bar with an Gainsbourg Aux Armes Et Caetera list of wines from all over the world and wine, cheese, sausage and pate supplied by Blue Apron Ugo Fusco Piacevole Ascolto. At first we sat at the bar.
The bartender, a friendly fellow with punky platinum hair asked what kind of wine I like. He seemed really interested. Something on the light side. Then he asked my husband: "You know what she just said. Well, I want the complete opposite. I like a wine that's big and loud. When our friends arrived later, we were sitting on banquettes near the front window with a view of a tree in white flower bloom. In front of the banquettes there are low table cubes that are lit from within.
The wine glasses are egg shaped without a stem. We shouted "Surprise! It wasn't really a surprise but it was most special way to be feted by friends on your birthday, at this most special place on Fifth Avenue on a rainy night in April. It keeps coming up again and again. In conversations on Seventh Avenue, on the radio, in the local media. It's definititely on my mind: the reality that New York City has become a rich person's town.
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It hurts to have been one of the early settlers in Park Slope and to feel like there's no place left for me. Back in '91, when we moved here, we were priced out of Manhattan. You see, we needed three bedrooms because we had a new baby, a boy who is now nearly 14 years old.
Our needs exceeded what we could afford and find on the other side of the river. We didn't buy because we weren't sure we'd even like it here. It was Brooklyn afterall. But Brooklyn enchanted. The red brick, the brownstone, the afternoon light on the dogwood-lined streets really struck a chord with me. I fell in love with the scale of the neighborhood, its architectural integrity, its beauty.
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Our kids are in the local public schools, we're card-carrying members of the Park Slope Food Coop, and we buy most of our books at the Community Bookstore. But times are a-changing here: Brooklyn is, once again, in transition.
Only rich refugees from Manhattan can afford to buy a gorgeous limestone, or fill all those new condos along Fourth Avenue. Everything that made this neighborhood special is now just a real estate developer's dream. It's a land grab out there and everyone's got Flatbush Ave Rythm Band Never Knew Love Like This Before Voices Inside My Head price, an offer they can't refuse. I wish we could say that we'd had the foresight to invest.
Wish we had good real estate karma. But we don't and I guess it wasn't meant to be. And that makes me sad I never thought I'd say it, let alone think it: but even I, diehard New Yorker born and bred, may be getting fed up with this town. Even I am losing my taste for a city that's built on greed. It is the largest one year drop on record. The 1 and 9 trains were rated the dirtiest, while the N train was the cleanest. There will be more foot patrols and heavily armed units at synogogues around the city.
Mayor Bloomberg also asked citizens to report any price gouging of kosher food items. Last year, 5, left the city, the largest number since The latest census numbers put the city's population at 8. City officials challenged the accuracy of the figures. There's a different rhythm to life now that the warm weather has hit Park Slope.
For the past two days, we've eaten dinner past nine. I know that must sound shocking. But we find ourselves enjoying the weather, the sunlight, and the general feeling of giddiness that comes over the Slope when the magnolias are in bloom.
Yesterday, on the way home from my office I bought a cold bottle of Italian white wine at Shawns. When I got to my building my downstairs' neighbors were eating dinner on the stoop.
We drank the entire bottle of wine with our husbands while our children made chalk portraits of themselves on the sidewalk. It was after eight before we went upstairs, made a quick dinner, and rushed through homework, baths, and bedtime reading. Tonight, my daughter and I went out at five to check out the new children's store that took the place of Fidgits.
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Week," an event that featured charades, hopscotch, chess, science experiments, and a wonderful sing-a-long in one of the kindergarten classrooms. Afterwards, we hung out in the playground again; in the dark, I talked to a mom while my daughter played on the slide.
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