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The Reading Revolution

While sipping tea with my buddy Evan in the Coffeehouse (Normal, IL), he and I talk about the usual: The Revolution of the Proletariat. We are concerned about the division of wealth in this country and how the poor, middle class and college educated were going to take it in a few years.

Then we talk about the possibility of a non-violent revolution. After seeing YouTube videos of what’s going on in Egypt and on the college campuses in our nation, we decide against it. Stokely Carmichael is brought up in our conversation, then Angela Davis.

“Did you see that documentary yet?” I ask him.
“Which one?” Evan has a million idling in his Netflix queue that require his attention.
“Black Power Mixtape.”
“Not yet.”
“Please see it, it’s the shit.”
“Got it.”

After awhile, Evan needs to go to the used bookstore across the street and I decide to join him. It’s cold and rainy here in Central Illinois. We are hit in the faces with wind as we hurry to the other side and are met with the warm musty emporium of knowledge.

It’s too easy to lose ourselves in all of these books, so we try to stick to goals. I’m looking for Angela Davis books and he’s looking Ralph Waldo Emerson essays. He can’t get enough of those transcendentalists. Here’s some of what I got:

I’m getting into that political theorist mood and it helps to be hang out with Evan to shoot the shit. I look forward to reading these books and taking some notes on them. If they’re working out for me, look forward to a book review in the future!

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Depending on the Kindness of Strangers

Sometimes I feel like this young man
While we were waiting on our chicken gyros at Pita-Sub yesterday, I was telling Noah about my day when I felt his eyes wandering up to my hair. Without a word, he quickly grabbed a napkin and got up from the table. He plucked something from my afro and threw it in a nearby trashcan. He looked as if he had averted a minor crisis. “You don’t want to know what that was,” he said as he sat down.
I didn’t. 
I appreciate it when my husband removes stowaway insects from my hair. When I find them, it is a minor crisis. I thought about it and realized that strangers and friends alike are usually quick to extract things from my hair. It’s usually noticeable leaves, flower petals or in the case of yesterday. . . errant critters. 
When we were spending the weekend in  Atlanta, GA, Noah and I were sipping coffee at a sidewalk cafe when a gentleman passed by. He took one look at my full-on-fro and said, “Let me get this for you.” He pulled a flower from my hair with the grace of a birthday party magician. “There you go.”
What could I say aside from thank you?
That’s just one of many experiences I had where people have behaved like our chimp cousins, grooming without hesitation, as if there is nothing unusual picking through a stranger’s hair to retrieve debris. I thank them all. Without them, I walk around with unintentional hair accessories. 
With hair that’s a foot away from my scalp, I never know what’s going on without looking in a mirror. I don’t have the time to examine my hair in a mirror every minute of the day, so it’s nice to have a community who’s diligent about keeping me fly.
My many thanks to you, The Pickers.

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Independence/Afro Day

The 4th of July is coming 
and I want you YOU to send us your 
Independence Day Afro photos!
So rock your Boss Fros or Afro Puffs!
Part it or Pick it!
Send your photos to 
(as an attachement, with name and location in the body of email)
before July 5th and I will post these pictures the following day.
Make us proud and show the nation your independence from relaxers!