COUNTDOWN TO TRANSFORMATION :: SUPPORT MYCELIUM's (R)EVOLUTIONARY LEARNING MODEL TODAY
[articlequote]A LEARNING ORGANIZATION THAT IS WORKING TO CRACK THE CODE OF EDUCATION FOR OUR TIMES.[/articlequote] Last spring, as part of our ongoing Awesome Creator profile series, we introduced you to a human so aptly suited to that title: Matthew Abrams -- educator,
TIME IS RUNNING OUT to SUPPORT THE FOURTH ANNUAL NYC POETRY FESTIVAL
There are certain visions that become tangible in such a way as to appear simply as though they are naturally occurring - institutions and events, in particular, can appear to persist of their own accord even after just a few
COMMUNITY :: THE INSTITUTE OF NARRATIVE GROWTH : CAITS MEISSNER and MARK GONZALES
There is nothing more at the heart of The Operating System than a deep belief in the transformative power of creative practice -- of storytelling and narrative practice, in particular. In light of that, nothing could give me more pleasure
FILM :: HELP ROOFTOP FILMS STAY ON TOP!!!
In 2001, when I had just returned from Philadelphia to find Williamsburg, Brooklyn a very different place than the old Italian neighborhood I'd grown up in, I worried my mother by telling her I was venturing farther into Bushwick than
HELP US HELP YOU! SUPPORT EXIT STRATA's INDIEGOGO CAMPAIGN
Well, friends, we've gotten this far on the proverbial shoestring, but now we need your help! Will you help Exit Strata survive for the next year as we continue to grow? Please give what you can to our INDIEGOGO CAMPAIGN today, and
Editorial: LEVEL UP! Gratitude, Growth and Other Goings On in the Exit Strata-sphere
There is a poem I wrote in the early spring that describes the moment of meeting, and attraction, as... cellular intelligence, as when my electrons got all jumpy-like from first you walked in the room recognized yours like an overdue reunion refugees from the counties of each other and I bring that up now because, metaphorically, our Exit Strata electrons have been getting all jumpy-like a hell of a lot recently. Far beyond a one-to-one connection, this piece posits a theory of interpersonal co-evolution that I've been tossing around lately -- one that suggests that we instinctively recognize our creationary comrades: those who will make our world and life a better place, who will inspire us, challenge us, and help us evolve. This electromagnetic impulse, lets say - the biological inclination to draw this person or these people into your self or your environment - becomes/grows into "love" with WORK: because even chemical reactions require catalysts, and require the appropriate conditions for full realization. We come to love those people who bring this original impulse into being -- through the ultimately selfless act of commitment to another person or group of people. We appreciate and feel in our very bodies how awesome it is that these people stay with us, and give of themselves and their energy again and again. So we're going to start out with a big hearty THANK YOU. Oh man. We love you people. We love our contributors, the people who come to our events, the people who write us email, the people who chat with us at our tables -- and we get all jumpy for you. You know why? Because you make us believe in what we're doing, and you show us that YOU believe in what we're doing. You let us know that it supports and inspires you. That it is encouraging and enabling and growing your work and your connections and your community. And because altogether, we're feeling like we've, well, LEVELLED UP. To a new Strata. Let's hear it for 2012! Did you know it's the United Nations' Year of Cooperatives? I think that "country of eachother" those lines channel an understanding of is, in fact, the collaborative, cooperative future we are building here together.
FILM : A PLACE TO STAND :: Help Support the Completion of this Beautiful Documentary on Chicano Poet Jimmy Santiago Baca
I am learning to look at myself differently, to see the scattered remnants of hope and dreams and collect them again, return to my old house after the war, pick through debris for old photos of mind and soul, glue together my