I know that class is basically over, but after doing some final research for my paper I happened to stumble upon this article on Grist, “Amazing urban farm school for teen moms will be shut down.” Michigan’s Catherine Ferguson Academy is to be shut down by this summer after a new law allows the emergency manager of the schools, Rick Snyder, unilateral authority in the matter. In other words, its his decision and his alone. Does this school sound familiar? Well, that’s because it’s the same school mentioned in Rachel Solnit’s “Detroit Arcadia.”
Living in a college city and spending my days on campus, it is easy to spot the latest trends. Sperry’s, Wayfarers, Tom’s, yoga pants… the list goes on, but a new trend that borrows its style from the animal world is hair feathers.
One of my sorority sisters in from Colorado, where the fashion trends typically reach before they do in Lexington, walked in one day and I noticed feathers in her hair. After I saw that she had feathers, I began to see them everywhere. My roommate now has three feathers and I work with three girls at a restaurant who all have them too. Three. One girl literally went to the salon next day to buy them. Women, men, children, and yes even dogs can buy these feather accessories, but at what cost ultimately? Continue reading
I went to Michigan for the first time last summer. Lake Leelanau was by far one of the most beautiful places I had ever been to and I would more than gladly go back every year. This is why after reading Solnit’s “Detroit Arcardia: Exploring the Post-American Landscape” it really struck a cord with me. Not only does Solnit highlight the ever growing desolateness of Detroit, but the state of Michigan as a whole. Detroit to me was always the motor city, the home of the Redwings, and one of my good friends, but I had somehow underestimated just how bad the city had actually gotten. From racism to unemployment, abandoned buildings, violence, crime, arson, you name it and Detroit is dealing or has dealt with it.
The pheasant, partridge, and the lark
Flew to thy house, as to the Ark.
The willing ox of himself came
Home to the slaughter with the lamb,
And every beast did thither bring
Himself, to be an offering.
The scaly herd more pleasure took,
Bathed in thy dish than in the brook ;
Water, earth, air, did all conspire
To pay their tributes to thy fire,
Whose cherishing flames themselves divide
Through every room, where they deride
The night and cold abroad ; whilst they,
Like suns within, keep endless day.
The same day that we as a class not only discuss Thomas Carew’s “To Saxham,” but we also take a quiz quoting this very passage, it is revealed that the Kentucky Tourism Development Finance Authority Board unanimously voted to pass the estimated $172 million Ark Encounter Amusement Park. (Ironic? I think so.) This decision comes with the potential of claiming in 10 years up to $43 million in sales tax rebates. Continue reading
Thinking of nature, I automatically connect it to my childhood. Although I am a true city girl, I am a country girl at heart (pony and all). Growing up in the country of Frankfort, life as a child greatly reflected the themes of pastoral literature. After spending majority of my younger, only child days running through fields and developing a love for making wishes on stars and dandelions, I became fascinated with my surroundings. Life did seem much more simple at the time, most likely due to how young I was, but at the same time there was more of a carefree nature in the people living outside of the city. Most of them have been there all there lives and farming is just a way of life. No matter how many days I spent outside, the beauty of nature never failed to truly amaze me. Whether it be the changing of seasons or the even just a random butterfly, nature is in fact awe inspiring. Continue reading