Finally Taking a Step :

So because of someone named Mina, I am now actually working with trying to figure out OBS ?_? . It’s not going great guys. BUUUUUT  to flash a little hint of what we were trying to get work before LAG took over.

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Figuring a funny Intro video before we get into all of the other stuffs?

I.L. Knight

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I’ll Be There For You – Bon Jovi

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On Raising Children In New Money South Florida :

Everyone likes to say raising children and being a young family in New Money South Florida is just one of those things that happens, because it it is a good environment for it. It’s not. Raising your child in that environment is one of the worst things you can do! Trust me, I grew up in Boca Raton, been to most of the schools and have 2 relatives in the Education system.  DON’T DO IT. It’s not worth it in the end. TRUST ME. The things I’ve seen, heard and experienced would make some tv shows about American teenagers and their lives look understated.

That being said, every once in awhile you meet a family that somehow is keeping everything right. Today I got to have a conversation with one such a family. To think the lesson of Be Kind survived in their children. In the entire family! Furthermore, even though the youngest daughter is having problems in school with making friends she’s ACTUALLY a happy, hopeful and full of SMILES! IT’S REMARKABLE! !!(⊃ Д)⊃≡゚ ゚

To those of you who don’t know the area, let me tell you this is on the same level as the rarity of… Well, anything that’s ever been rare basically. It just doesn’t really happen here!

I feel so blessed and happy to have been able to witness it. It sort of gives me the tiniest sliver of hope for humanity again. And to be asked by their family to continue to be a role model for the kid and help make her laugh… Bull shit or not, it kind of makes my heart flutter in ways I forgot it could.

Please don’t ruin her wold and let her keep these supportive parents!

I.L. Knight

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One Tribe – Black Eyed Peas

What Babysitting Has Taught Me:

  1. Kids are tiny Satans
  2. I still want tiny Satans, just not the ones I babysit
  3. When tiny Satans hug you you forget for a moment they are tiny Satans, but then they fracture your finger and your eyes bleed
  4. My mother doesn’t respect me as an adult at all
  5. My mother’s inability to admit wether or not she likes me is a tell tale sign we have issues
  6. I understand my mother’s issues with me more…
  7. But because it’s her issues with me #sorrynotsorry
  8. I love my mom…. *deep deep deep down*

An Exhausted,

I.L. Knight

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Sorry Not Sorry – Demi Lovato

On Confusing Heritage : Getting Reacquainted

So seeing that Jason Momoa video also kind of reminded me of an interesting point. Jason Momoa’s step daughter Zoe Kravitz (can’t do accent for some reason) is of mixed heritage. They all are. Zoe’s mother, Lisa Bonet, comes from a Jewish mother and an African American Father. While Lenny Kravitz comes from a Jewish father and an African American mother. Jason Momoa himself is Caucasian and Hawaiian. Putting aside the obvious sub point that most people make that mixed kids are beautiful it reminded of something more personal.

You see, Zoe Kravitz admitted growing up she didn’t have connection to her African American heritage and identified as white. Now, she is interested in reconnecting with that side of her roots. Personally, I think it is a wonderful move on her part, because it is a part of who you are. But it also confuses me. Lenny Kravitz identifies as Christian when it comes to religion. I’m pretty sure Lisa Bonet identifies as spiritual, drawing from all walks of life for inspiration and understanding. But I don’t understand 100% of that decision.

People only like to admit being of Jewish descent in situational moments like this, when they aren’t religiously Jewish in some article. However, the religion of Judaism is separate from the ethnic background. It seems like although raised within the Jewish religion they gave up on their ethnic dies. As Lisa Bonet and Zoe Kravitz are technically by Orthodox standards ‘Truly of Jewish decent’ due to their matrilineal line. So why then is there this seemingly disconnect with that part of their heritage? Sure, in America the Jewish community is looked down upon by other Jewish communities for a lack of spirituality, but we do embrace our ethnic ties in some ways.

It makes me think about my own family. Where things are a little confusing, because it was some secret that wasn’t supposed to be brought up that we weren’t ‘truly of Jewish decent’ based on our religious affiliation. You see my grandmother’s heritage gets very mixed as you go back. You draw in many european and asian ethnic groups such as: Spanish, British, Swedish, German, Mediterranean, a few different Eastern European groups and my favorite the apparent Cossack Russian. I mean my grandmother was only Jewish, because her Swedish Grandmother married a Jew of Spanish/British decent. Her mother then married a Jewish man of seemingly German, Russian and Middle Eastern descent (all Jews claim the traits of their Middle Eastern ancestors sticking within them). My grandmother married my grandfather who was ‘truly Jewish’ by his Austrian and Polish descent. My mom in her rebellion married a Canadian of Scottish, British and French decent (from what I know). Yet, with all of this somehow I was still Jewish. Being Jewish was so hard core pushed on me I found little ways to reject it. I defined it only as my ethnic background, I didn’t go to hebrew school and certainly didn’t join in the community service groups. Temple was an only Yom Kippur thing, because I believed in fasting. Jewish was my ethnicity. It was the only thing I could embrace: not being white. I wasn’t like them. Now, I look back on it like I was even more stupid then people told me.

A couple of years ago, I went to Taiwan to live in a monastery to explore my growing interest in Buddhism. The experience was the best thing in my life so far when it came to becoming a person. It’s funny, the more I involved myself in the community the more I would read books on other Jews who explored Buddhism. One of my favorite authors is a woman by the name of Sylvia Boorstein. Who asserts her Jewish beliefs through Buddhist daily life practices. It was fascinating. The dots of this not connecting until someone who lived with me made an awfully racist comment about Jews. Suddenly, I was compelled to take up arms that I was a Jew and would not tolerate that. Then he pointed out that most of us aren’t ‘truly of Jewish descent’ by our own standards. And gosh dammit, why was he fucking right. Two things happened in that moment: (1) somehow I understood what Sylvia Boorstein was talking about and how I was rediscovering the Jewish religion through the lens of Buddhism and (2) I truly cared about my ethnic ties. It wasn’t just I am not white anymore, because in truth I was.

How could I miss that? I am so far from the Jewish stereotype people still ask me what I am doing for Christmas. Even liking Adam Sandler surprises people. I had to take a hard look at myself, because I lived my whole life by not being another white person. In truth, I don’t think anything I ever did up to that was about the Jewish religion. It was just my cultural upbringing. Then I remembered it wasn’t the only part of it. You see there was a trickle down effect of the smallest things that clung to my family like a desperate plea to remember. Times of Swedish dinners passed down by my great-great grandmother, stories of Norse gods and Russian fairytales, Yiddish and German in the household, and nights going to hockey games because I was Canadian. Looking back on it now I find it funny. It was like I did exactly what young Zoe Kravitz did. I embraced something because that was the environment at the time.

I truly respect her choices when it comes to exploring her heritage, but it still confuses me. It’s like a part of it seems to be overlooked. How could you do that? I mean I had to admit to myself I was a white person. I was mixed, by everyone’s standards. No one said anything about it, because I was pale. Only saying I was annoying, because I suddenly realized I want to identify as mixed. Like the right was not mine to say.

Their comments just made me place more importance in reconnecting to the heritage that was still passed down. It was a part of me that I had to now embrace and accept. I just don’t understand why in her interview with the press that never seemed to come up. Both African American and Jewish ethnic ties are her makeup. Seriously, she runs a high risk of health problems, because of us so it might be wise to know that.

Wonderful choice, but a choice that makes me feel slightly wrong and empty. It was another person not realizing that Jews are an ethnic group and Judaism is a religion. They don’t always go hand in hand. Why not think about that too? I try to now. I left my sheltered South Florida bubble. I wish more people would too, because at the end of the day it’s not about religion. It’s about recognizing who you are and accepting it as a joyful thing. Ethnic descent is a part of that.

Zoe Kravitz brings up my own confusion. Even though I know nothing about her personal journey. She could feel connected to it by all means. Yet, I am confused. If you seemingly deny it then I am just another American talking about not ethnically being American, because my great-great-great-great grandfather was Irish. I mean, ethnically no one is American except actual Native Americans. But I get the whole it’s kind of hypocritically, because we are so patriotic about our countries some times… But I don’t think I am a part of that. Parts of of these ethnic ties did survive in horribly understated cliché ways.

I am figuring out what I am separate of my religion. The food I eat, the stories I am told as a child, the music I listen to in the background, the dances I saw my family dance aren’t about religion. They are the backbones of culture itself. So while I am figuring out this confusion and watching others try to figure it out let me try to have changing opinions of others who may have similar confusion. Maybe let me have a temporary tittle of ‘mixed’ even?

Life is confusing enough now a days. Why make someone else’s life harder by being like that? I just want to figure out what it was like for my grandmother to Move from Sweden to the U.K. How did she bring British culture and Spanish culture into our lives. How did Russian stews survive, a barely spoken European language or a fondness for fermented fish and Lingon berries become an iconic part of who I am. It’s not much. It really is only a trickle down effect.

But in all the confusion I have as a person, I grasp on to it as a lifeline to a steady foundation. It is a part of me…. So Jason Momoa, the Kravitzs and anyone else out there struggling with confusion. Hold on to the confusion, because its changing viewpoints will help you grow I think. You are not one thing or two. You are just the combination of all sorts of things. And you will have a solid foundation at the end of it all.

I am still trying to find answers, but now I understand just a little bit more of myself… Thank You my dear loved ones (´・` )♡ .

I.L. Knight

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German Cradle Song

I am Building My House – Joe Crone

In The People’s Republic of China – Ella Jenkins

Accidental Racist – Brad Paisley Feat LL Cool J

Should I or Shouldn’t I?

I’ve been wrestling with the idea for years on wether or not I should have a podcast.  On one hand, it is a great platform to talk about my interests and explore areas I never thought I could explore. On the other hand, it is also an activity that challenges my anxieties about using technology, maintaining a schedule and truly promoting a person. It shouldn’t be such a daunting decision, but it feels like with the media relevant day and age we are in that it is a much bigger choice then what it initially lets on. Putting aside the pros of it all I see two major cons: (1)OBS basic software is a challenge for me on it’s own and (2) would anyone watch a podcast without seeing the person’s face. I mean… I would still want to keep that feeling of anonymity. I like following in the footsteps of past female writers. AND I love the fact a pen name gives off the feeling anyone could basically be the writer. A podcast would just destroy that? No?

All that being said…. I did write an intro script and one on Jason Todd (because yea right I would wing it).

SHOULD I? SHOULDN’T I?

I.L. Knight

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Carry On My Wayward Son – Kansas

Day Off

I have to admit to a crime I sort of committed: perjury. Awhile ago, I told both my mom and my boss I couldn’t go be a nanny today, because I had to go see the doctor. While, it was true I did not feel well it was more because I just needed a day off to chill with a friend for my soul then an actual need to go see a doctor. I mean, the pain is always from lack of sleep and having an auto-immune disease. Not anything special.

Still, I am proud of myself for putting in just that little effort to make yourself feel better. A snazzy long necklace, decent hair and nicer shoes all to distract from the fact your body is creakier then the tin man. On the the other hand, I am sort of disappointed with myself. I have, seriously, not been productive at all this week. Behind on paying rent, behind on paying my credit card bill and behind on just being productive in life. I wouldn’t be surprised if my school emailed me and was like, ‘oh yeah, —- . It’s nice you want to return to school, buuuuuuuuuut no.”

I am telling you guys. I can’t help, but feel like a mess. With my relationship with my mom getting worse and health care dependent on medical marijuanna….

I just don’t know what I am doing with my life, other then trying to get over my distaste for everything my family brings me.

Can I even pick up the pieces anymore,

I.L. Knight

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Solitude is Bliss – Tame Impala

Sometimes I wonder …

Sometimes I wonder who I’d be and what I’d become if I was born to a different family – started out with a different hand.  Would I know myself better? Have less fears? Not be so afraid of failure? Even though I am miserable, scared of clowns and butterflies, AND so scared of doing anything outside of my corner of safety I can’t imagine being okay with anything else.

Is it masochism? Being okay with a known pain? Fear of change? I don’t know. Sometimes I think it’s because of an attachment to who my family is and who I am now. Other times I think it is because I feel like I got something more then anger out of all of this. But honestly, I don’t know the reason.

Why I feel like I’m constantly living one step away from pulling a trigger, but remain so adamant that this was the set of cards I was supposed to be given? What kind of faith is that?

A messed up one,

I.L. Knight

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Through it All – Colton Dixon

Dr. Brown’s Diet Soda

Do you know what might be the biggest untalked about sin that can land you in Dante’s 9th Circle of Hell ? When your own Mother… Ney, when anyone you know has the audacity to steal your Dr. Brown’s Diet Soda.

I drink soda at most 4x times a year. I have been sick for three days and wanted to just treat myself with my favorite soda as a positive encouragement to start moving again. AND YET MY FAVORITE SODA GETS STOLEN BY MY MOTHER.

Not only does she take the soda after being fully aware that it is mine and I was saving it for after my nap, BUT she has the pleasure of making a joke of the situation like I’m a whiny child to goad me into a fight IN FRONT OF THE MOTHER I WORK FOR.

This is what real SIN looks like people. This is why we don’t get nice things in the world.

A parched,

I.L. Knight

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Soda Pop – Robbie Williams ft. Michael Bublé

Yom Kippur

Everyone has a particular trick or two for knowing when their body is out of whack. Some little quirk or feeling you get that just let’s you know that everything is all good in Jamestown and Patriciaville. For me, that thing has always been Yom Kippur.

You see, if you are not familiar with Jewish Holidays this would be our big fasting day. From Sundown to Sundown the next day no food or water shall pass one’s lips as they sit in reflection for the New Year. You normally don’t get a lot of reflection and more classic styles of Jewish whining.

The thing is, I’ve fasted since I can remember. The earliest fast being 5-6 years old. The holiday isn’t an easy one. Especially the thirst for some water. However, your body somehow accepts after a few years the skill to not feel the hunger as a jab to the stomach, but as a warm soft burn. You feel it, but it’s not a painful annoyance.

When Yom Kippur is not like that I know that my body really is not right. I know this, because I feel nothing. I go the whole time not thirsty or hungry. I just am. And by the time I get to the food I take and bite and escape the dinner table of grouchy feasting Yids.

Maybe I was looking for something this Yom Kippur when I didn’t get the feeling I wanted. Maybe I wanted a sign that my metabolism wasn’t at a standstill and the things were moving in my body besides the things that cause me pain. Maybe I wanted some sense of normalcy. That even when now living a ‘sick’ life style parts haven’t changed.

I guess the only winner was the holiday this year. It definitely got its self-reflection.

A brooding,

I.L. Knight

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Yom Kippur