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[I initially released this in May 2009, and reposted it once in May 2010. As there exists a large amount of new visitors lately, a number of whom don't feel obliged to concern themselves using the needed reading through, I believed it was time for you to repost it. Also? Since I require it around other people.]This, you might have observed, is a website on teaspoons.It's a blog about batches of measurement so infinitesimally small they weren't given names, about glitches within the Matrix so quick and subtle that they're easier skipped than observed, about tangible contaminants of the factor known as progress not visible towards the human eye alone.It's a blog about hope—not the type that's packed and offered in anti-aging creams, pop cans, or perhaps political campaigns—but the actual factor: A hopefulness that radiates like whoa in the pores of indefatigably positive dreamers, who close their eyes and tilt their faces up toward the sun's rays and picture the next where equality and freedom aren't aspirational concepts, but determining options that come with every human existence.It's a blog about connection, and also the realization that we're all within this factor together, and also the resolve to become all in, because we really make a difference nowadays, permanently or ill, because we all know there's no neutral there's no moral ambiguity in remaining quiet there's only standing and saying no thanks towards the indignities one human visits upon another, or tallying.It's a blog of extremely uncommon anticipation, because uncommon anticipation would be the seed products of progress.Among the finest American advocates for progress, a gentleman you might have heard about named Dr. King, isn't appreciated for giving an address about his resignation to things as they are. He's appreciated while he admonished us to not wallow within the valley of despair and exhorted us to picture large things and told us never to be happy with less. He stated around the world, "I've got a dream," which dream was what lots of people may have contacted it is time (and could call still) an uncommon expectation.Eliminating any type of bigotry is, obviously, an uncommon expectation—because institutional bigotry is deeply established. Prejudice is ancient. Merely a fool would imagine it may be overcome.Except, obviously, that it may be. Piece by piece. Particle by particle. Teaspoon by teaspoon. Person by person. Prejudice is ancient, however it dies using its every company and should be trained again. Also it can be unlearned. Piece by piece. Particle by particle. Teaspoon by teaspoon. Person by person. Persistence, it requires, and determined sanguinity, to produce people full of expansive love and intractable respect for each other inside a culture that casts us as opponents. Also it takes uncommon anticipation, the seed products of progress.Thus, each time someone asks me, greets my bellicose display of uncommon anticipation with, the exceedingly not-progressive question, "Exactly what do you anticipate?Inch I'll answer just like I usually do: I expect more.Obviously the Republican Party is racist. Exactly what do you anticipate?I expect more.Obviously plenty of male writers are misogynists. Exactly what do you anticipate?I expect more.Obviously some tv program is homophobic. Exactly what do you anticipate?I expect more.Obviously some feminists are transphobic. Exactly what do you anticipate?I expect more.Obviously you will find ablest jokes in sitcoms. Exactly what do you anticipate?I expect more.Obviously you will find body fat-disliking jokes in ads. Exactly what do you anticipate?I expect more.You cannot expect individuals to wreck havoc on legendary cultural images simply to provide a jerk to diversity. It'll upset people.The fuck I can not. I expect more.I am not ironically detached, I am not apathetic, I am not resigned, and I am not contemptuous of bleeding hearts. I'm a greedy bitch with voracious anticipation, and that i dream lengthy and lustfully of the better world that's both my muse and objective. I would like it such as the cracked earth from the desert wants rain, and that i will neither apologize for nor amend my desire due to its remove in the present its distance encourages my achieve.Think before asking me things i expect.You know the solution.