In the USA, as well as several other countries, today is designated National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day. This is the event that empowers the African-American community to accept a major role in the prevention and treatment of HIV within not only its own community but throughout the world as well. The devastating impact of HIV on the communities of color here in the USA emphasized the need for definitive community action!
Author’s Note: As a preface to this posting entry, please read here. After almost two full weeks of cleaning, restoration and “drying-out” I was notified today that my regular office at my university is now ready for me to return. The projected completion date was estimated to be around the beginning of February. I am in no way disheartened over the brevity of the wait – nor are any of my professional colleagues!
I offer to all of you a sincere apology for not publishing here yesterday, Monday, January 13, 2020. The reason for the absence was a very last-minute disaster at my job that was unforseen and beyond my control. I wasn’t made aware of the situation until it was too late to update my draft for the regular entry. My presence at my office was deemed immediate and absolutely essential.
This month, almost exactly the same day, President Barack Obama was retired from his office as chief executive of the United States. After eight years as this country’s leader, his term limit of eight years (two four-year terms) was officially over. Funny, but his length of service seemed to have flown by beyond the speed of light. Of course, we all know too much about the fool who replaced him.
Once again, another month of this year has almost completely passed by! This year has amazed me due to the excessive speed in which it is disappearing. I can hardly believe that we are now into Autumn – there are many moments where I ask myself, What the hell happened to our summer? For me, it seems as though it was only last week when we were busy welcoming in the new year!
This academic year began this past Tuesday, the day after the Labor Day holiday. The overwhelming majority of my students are those that have previously taken a class that I have instructed within my department’s curriculum here at the university. The sole exception to this is a new class that my department head assigned to me based on my evaluations from this university’s School of Inter-Disciplinary Studies class that I taught. This new class is a revision of an introduction to our Deaf Studies curriculum that offers an exploration of both Deaf culture and Deaf studies.
The first Monday in September, annually, is observed in the USA as Labor Day. The holiday was originally a salute to the many laborers who worked in factories or other manual labor jobs. It has since expanded to include every worker – “blue collar,” “white collar,” agricultural, industrial, service, educational, clerical, – and everything in between. It is a time to pause, enjoy a day free from working and to celebrate the “fruits” of their efforts.
As I’ve written here before, this summer I’m teaching a class at my university on the centenary of the Treaty of Versailles that brought an official end to World War I, the Great War. This also marks my first time teaching a class during a summer semester. This is an update on that experience and what it means to me, personally. Today is the end of my first week teaching this class. The class is only three consecutive weeks so in a “nutshell,” today means it is already a third of the way through!
To write here that I am just “super angry” is an intentional misrepresentation of exactly how furious I indeed am. However, rest assured that no one really wants me to use the language that I am currently thinking. I’m sure that are profanity police floating through cyberspace to protect the innocent against such a crime. I refuse to be manipulated and roll in the gutter only to climb out of said gutter and discover ReNude Pride censored or worse, even cancelled.
Occasionally, I am accused by some of “overthinking” a particular topic or issue. What I believe others are trying to communicate with me is that at times, I allow myself to dwell on a subject that isn’t worth all the energy and time that I devote to it. Take ReNude Pride for instance. Yes, I do put a conscious effort in planning, developing and composing this site – after all, it is my site. I’m the man who signs (types) his name to every post and signs off every composition with wishing “naked hugs” to everyone who reads here.