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A community leader and scholar weighed in on the Oakland resolution when she heard that I was working on this special issue on Black Language/Ebonics. Without strong feelings, in a calm, centered manner, she recalled how her deceased father, a Black college president, in the evenings would read to her the dialect poetry of Paul Lawrence Dunbar, commenting on its beauty. She went on to note that in her community and family, it was expected that you would have fluency in and see the beauty, power, and possibilities in the formal and informal registers of Black Language (the language of the blues, the narrative of Frederick Douglass, the poetry of Langston Hughes, the sermons of James Weldon Johnson and Howard Thurman). It was also expected that you would have fluency in the so-called white Standard English. from this article

( Nothing gets a linguistics student hotter than ignorance about how people not like you talk )

Nanny, hip Williamsburg aspiring grad student she is, has a blog. Nanny's boss wants to be her friend, not just her boss, and convinces Nanny to give URL for blog. Yes, we know, Boss doesn't need to know your Internet life, but I think that Boss made like she was cool and unshockable.

( Jane Austen would totally write a screenplay based on this, man )

I found out things, paid the rent and got the keys. Maybe I should have waited until August to move in since I will be short of money now, but I guess I figured that I should move in as quickly as possible. Besides, with Mom asking how I will be able to afford food and not understanding the idea of buying in bulk and splitting it, I think that was the right thing, whatever discomfort I feel now.

At least I solved some things. Now I will need to transport others.