Saturday, May 7, 2011

This is Preservation



Abstract from the Paper “This is My Land”







In the summer of 2010, activist Rolando Briseño led a group of four actors in setting up an upside-down statue of San Antonio in front of the Alamo in what he called the “Flippin’ San Alamo Fiesta: Cultural Adjustment Performance.”[1] TexasMonthly reported that the upside down statue is part of a Catholic tradition that symbolizes prayer. However, the action could have an even stronger interpretation—some believe that an upside-down talisman of San Antonio has the power to return lost items.[2] And, indeed, Briseño would like to see the restoration of a positive Mexican American role in Alamo history. His goal is to “reconceptualize the Alamo as a space for celebrating the confluences of cultures—Native American, African, Mexican, and Anglo—rather than as a shrine to Anglo dominance”.

In the purest sense, historic preservation is not about rewriting history, but about preserving what’s there already. However, as issues of culture and heritage are highlighted in our increasingly diverse society, preservationists may have to become comfortable with the broadening definition of their jobs. We are starting to ask are we just preserving for the sake of preservation, if not, then why? As students of historic preservation, we are taught to read a building, but we should also become comfortable with restructuring that history. Not in the sense that we can make physical alterations, but in the sense that we are not afraid to challenge the traditional authorized heritage discourse in order to tell a more nuanced story, even in sites of controversy. Through interpretation we become historians; we must be responsible with the history we tell.





[1] Silva, Elda “Turning culture on its head.” San Antonio Express-News, K.5. June 13, 2010. Retrieved December 12, 2010, from ProQuest National Newspapers Premier.

[2] “Invoking the Saints with Talismans and Other Amulets.” Unhealthy Devotions. 2008 http://www.unhealthydevotions.com/new-age/invoking-saints-with-talismans-amulets.htm

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Old

i wish i was old
and it was all done, and i knew that we made it
you,me, us, them
i just wanna know, that we'll all make it through.
him from the fourth grade
and her from the eighth
and those from the uni
and those after that
the first boy that i kissed
and the last.
i just wanna know, that we'll all get to here
and that here is somewhere, we'll all wanna to be.
i wanna be old, looking back
and i wanna like what i see

I Thought I was a Bird

I thought I was a bird in a cage
I thought I was a bird in a cage
I thought I was a bird in a cage
................And then the cage was open
Open, and I couldn't fly.
The wings-misshapen
The feathers-frail--
Can't even lift them...
Can't even bend them.
Oh, to fall and die
And die a proper, tragic death.
Oh, to break my wings--
To break these useless wings
To die and have them think:
I broke my wings.
Bird in a cage
Bird in a cage
I wish I were a bird in a cage
I wish I needed that cage--
Was still in that cage.
A bird in a cage,
Is still a bird, still a bird, still a bird...

Monday, December 20, 2010

When I was a child, I thought like a child

And now that I’m grown I still do

The part of me that’s young will always love you

And the tears of my youth

Are still salty with truth

Even though I am decades from there

I’ve got war scars and battle paint, but inside I fear

The monster ‘neath the bed still gives me a start

And you’ll always be the first to have broken my heart

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Quick Quick

If I could be there then I would, if I could I would drive but I can’t so break my heart--take apart all the pieces and keep one for you.

If I was there then I would hold you till the morning and let you go so I could see your smile and the twinkle in your eye for just a tiny little while.

Quick quick slow slow, life’s a dance and this is just the pause between the steps.

Quick quick, slow slow, if I could walk there then I would and we could talk the night away. I would laugh at all the jokes you ever told because I’m bought, off the shelf, I’m sold.

But I can’t so break my heart take apart all the pieces-- keep one for you.

Quick, quick, slow slow describes when I’m with you, then when I’m not.

But if could I’d be there and if you could you’d be here, so our rhythm is still in time quick quick. Slow slow…quick quick, slow slow…

Friday, September 10, 2010

SnapIt

Hello,

I've never done this before, but I've had a request to advertise SnapIt, a screen capture tools, which looks very handy. If I get a chance to try it I will post a review, if you've already tried it, post a review here. There is also a free giveaway for readers who create a review in any online format and email the link to julia.taylor@digeus.com. Thanks

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The great ones dare, not just to dream,
But walk on paths unseen