Big names in the field

Here are some important figures in the field. They do good work, think big thoughts, and still tag up where the rubber hits the road. I like that.
Victor Vitanza is a Professor of English at the University of TX @ Arlington, where he teaches courses in literacy and electracy.
Daniel Anderson does good work, and he's at my alma mater, to boot.

Purdue OWL

Well, I thought that I should get myself into gear on this, if I was requiring it for the rest of you. So I'll focus on the idea of writing and computers in this blog. I've been blogging for a few years now (and I'll tell you a story about how one of my blogs almost got me fired), but this is the first blog I've done specifically for a class. Anyway, here goes.

The Purdue University Online Writing Lab (OWL) is a great spot for almost any kind of writing. I've used it for many other classes, so I'll begin with it here. This link is a handout on writing with computers. It may be basic, but it's full of solid advice.

Doing Research, Writing Why

Your blogging assignment is a critical part of your work this semester. In your blog, you're going to assume the role of an expert, or at least the role of a curious and interested person, on one subject. You'll be posting to your blog at least three times per week during the semester, so you'll finish the semester with at least 45 posts in your blog.

The first thing you'll need to do is set up a blog. You can do that here at blogger.com. This is a good free space for blogs, with nice feeds and decent editing capabilities (I've been doing this here for a few years). Unless you have your own site that can handle the feed from blogger, publish your blog here, too. Spend some time under the covers here, checking out what you can and can't do with the editing tools and the templates here. There are a lot of preset options, but the most exciting ones are where you get into the code yourself and change things around.

Then you'll have to pick a topic that you're interested in. However, you can't choose either a musician or an actor (or movie, or album), because those people (and things) already have enough sites about them, and you won't be doing anything except collating fan comments and the like. Instead, think of your blog as a one-stop shop for someone interested in your topic. For example, if I were to do a blog on the poetry of Seamus Heaney, I would check out what's on the web, make some decisions about whether or not I wanted to link to it, and then offer reasons why each link is worth a visitor's time. I might start with a biography of the man, then link to some of his poetry online, then look at some reviews, assessments, or articles on him.

With every entry, every link, you should offer a justification for why its there. Being first in the queue at Google doesn't cut it as a reason for why it's on your blog. You should assess the site you're linking to, and present an argument for its presence. Of course, there may be times when you don't want to include a link, and just offer your opinion, or something taken from somewhere other than the web on your blog. This is fine, but these posts shouldn't predominate in your blog.

If you have any questions, let me know.

Making Links

Links are easy, once you know the code. Here's the breakdown:

1. All links are enclosed in angle brackets (which, for the purposes of this example, will be replaced by asterisks):
*

2. Links are, in html, anchors. The abbreviations for anchors in code is the letter "a":
*a

3. Links refer somewhere else, which abbreviates to href (html reference):
*a href

4. The a href equals something, so:
*a href=

5. The Universal Resource Locator (URL) you're going to is next, enclosed in quotation marks:
*a href="http://www.google.com"

6. That's it, for the first part, so close the angle bracket:
*a href="http://www.google.com"*

7. But that link wouldn't even appear on a page, because it needs something, either text or a picture, to work on:
*a href="http://www.google.com"*link to google

8. And then it needs to be told to stop working, so turn off the tag, which is a repetition of the tag with the front slash on it:
*a href="http://www.google.com"*link to google*/a*

That's it -- you've now included a working link.

Cleaning for a purpose (for the baby)

Those days we spent cleaning were good, because we'll be having company over tomorrow. They're all friends from your Mom's workplace, and they're all good people. It'll be a nice Sunday afternoon by the pool, just hanging out and having fun. More and more, these are the events I enjoy most, just being with friends, not doing much but enjoying one another's company.

Last night we went to a pool party at another friend's from your Mom's workplace. It was a great time. I'm not very good at parties, because I'm not too good at small talk, but I can do OK when there are people there I know. There were plenty of people there last night that I knew, so it was fun for me. Your Mom, of course, has a really good time at these events, because it's people that she really likes in a far more relaxed situation than at work.

With the place all clean, the groceries all bought, and almost all our life caught up, your Mom turned to me out at the pool today and asked if there was anything else we wanted in life beyond what we already have: great jobs, great friends and families, a great house, and you on the way. Her implication was that there's nothing else we really need, and nothing else that I can see we need, either. Ten years ago I certainly wouldn't have seen myself here, in this place, doing this work, with this woman, but I'm glad it's happened this way, because I don't think I could be happier.

We're back (for the baby)

Well, it was a very good vacation, despite the fact that it rained most of the time we were in the mountains. We stayed in a great place, two or three steps up from where we used to stay. This A-frame had AC, a great deck, two bathrooms, four bedrooms, a loft, a great kitchen area, satellite TV, and. most importantly, great access to the river. It was very high, both because of the rain and because we were coming there two months earlier than we usually do. So tubing down the river was very exciting, with no places where we had to get out and port around shallow areas. The river was very fast, so we travelled a long way when we tubed.

Mike and Mig were, as usual, wonderful. Ramsey and Gertrude (their English Bulldog) didn't get along too well, but Ramsey really enjoyed chasing his ball and running near the river. Your Mom was feeling your presence, so there were some things she wasn't able to eat, but she managed to choke down enough to hold body and soul together. We had many adventures, plenty of relaxation, and a great deal of laughter, so we got what we needed.

It turns out that it rained here every day, too. So I really wouldn't have had time to cut the grass if we had been here. Today we'll clean up the place (I've already cut the grass, eventually dodging the raindrops as I trimmed, and your Mom is now vacuuming), and tomorrow I'll tackle the pool cleaning. We're back into the grind, but it's not so bad.

Vacation (for the baby)

Your mother now has ten days off, starting tonight, and we're headed for the mountains of North Carolina tomorrow. Just saying that name, "North Carolina," makes me feel good. When I moved to EKU it was a time of turmoil in my life, so when I came back to NC for my first visit, I remember crying when I crossed the border back into that state that was so eventful for me.

I'm looking forward to time with Mike and Mig, and time with your Mother that doesn't involve the TV or her coming home from work exhausted. When your Mom came home from work today, she was wearing this powder blue maternity dress, and it made her look really pregnant. It's the first time she really looked this big since she's been carrying you. So you're making quite an impression. I imagine you'll be getting a lot bigger, and so will your Mom. She doesn't like to have her belly rubbed by strangers, but she better get used to it, because you're pretty obvious now.

Lucky (for the baby)

Sometimes living right makes you lucky. After taking your Mom to work and getting someone to look at her car, it turns out it's not a fuel pump, just a fuel hose, so it will be less than half of what I thought it would cost. That's a good thing, because we have spent so much money lately that we're going to be in serious hock for a while. However, between this and the roofer being cheaper than we thought, we've done well.

We're looking forward to our vacation with Mike and Mig this weekend. We really need the break, especially your Mom. Mike and Mig and I have been doing this for years, even before I met your Mom. It's almost a week of total relaxation, with great food and great friends. The most activity we have is tubing on the river, which is hardly work.

I'm almost finished painting the guest room. I need to let another plaster patch dry, then I can sand it and paint again. I need to give the cutting in one more coat, then it will be done. I'll probably finish that tomorrow, and we leave for the mountains of North Carolina on Friday.

Upkeep headaches (for the baby)

Today was a day for spending money and having things break down. We had a roofer come in to reflash the chimney and replace all the boots over the roof vents, because they were all bad. That set us back some cash. Then your Mom called from work, and it sounds like the fuel pump has gone out in her car. So we will have to shell out some serious cash for that repair tomorrow.

Owning a house runs into a lot of money. Owning cars runs into money, too. But nothing is more expensive than having a child. The latest estimate is that it takes over $440,000 to raise a child. I believe it. Now, I'm not saying this to make you feel guilty, but money has been on my mind today, so I thought I would tell you about something directly related to your life.

Don't worry; we don't have to come up with that scratch all at once. We have 18 years to do so. But both of us will be working soon (I hope), and we'll survive. Parents always find a way to do so.

Music, too (for the baby)

Studies have shown that children who study music do much better in things like math and other subjects in school. Your Mother and I are both hoping that you'll be interested in music. I went to school for music for a little while, and did a lot of work in the field, from cantoring to directing the music program for a church. I was going to be a conductor, but I just didn't have the skills. Your Mother played the clarinet, so she knows what it takes to be a real musician, too.

Now, neither of us want to live our lives vicariously through you, but it would be great if you had some skills in music. Your grandmother Pellegrino was a great musician when she was younger, and your grandmother Payne also has some skill. So, if these things are hereditary, you'll get your chops from both sides.

Up in the bonus room there's a pretty nice music setup which you'll be able to use as soon as you want to. We've got a keyboard, a guitar, a recorder, and even a wooden piccolo (your great-grandfather Pellegrino's) for you.

We hope you'll find enjoyment in making music, as we did and continue to do. We don't find the time to do it as often as we'd like, but it's still a big part of our lives. Maybe it'll be a big part of yours, too.

Readers and writers (for the baby)

Yesterday (or was it the day before yesterday?) I ended with a poem, which leads me naturally into this topic. I like to tell people that I get paid to read. That's a pretty sweet deal, and in a way it's true. Since I teach contemporary literature, especially poetry, as my specialty, I need to read to keep up. I certainly don't read as much as many people I know, but I probably get through about two dozen novels a year, and a great many littler books.

Your Mother used to read a lot, then kind of lost the time for it in grad school. Now she reads whne she can, and you should see her when a book catches her fancy: she drops everything and focuses intently on the life of that book. When I was in grad school, all I did was read, so it was great for me. I rewmember my last sememster as an undergrad at Duquesne: if I wanted to graduate early and do both degrees, I needed to take six english classes. All I did that semester was read, all the time. It was my best semester in school.

We're both hoping that you'll develop an appetite for reading, because that's really where it's at. It's how you learn, it's how you communicate, it's how you actually have something to say, and, in the end it's how you learn to communicate more effectively. There's only one thing that people of fortune or circumstance can't take away from you in this life, and that's what you've put in yoru head. We're hoping you make sure what you put in your head is solid and important, and will make you a better person.

Tomorrow: Music, Too

What the doctor says (for the baby)

Today we heard your heartbeat. It was pretty cool. The doctor put an amplifier to your Mom's stomach, and we could hear your heart beating very fast. Your Mom has also put on four pounds since her last visit, which this doc thinks is great.

Couple that with the fact that the morning sickness has been gone for almost a week, and today was a real banner day for us all.

We'll go in during the first week of July to get our first look at you, through the sonogram. Here's a poem by one of my favorites, Paul Muldoon, from The Prince of the Quotidian. It's untitled, but many people refer to it as "The Sonogram."

Only a few weeks ago, the sonogram of Jean's womb
resembled nothing so much
as a satellite map of Ireland:

now the image
is so well-defined we can make out not only a hand
but a thumb;

on the road to Spiddal, a woman hitching a ride;
a gladiator in his net, passing judgement on the crowd.

Your progress (for the baby)

Back to something a little closer to home for you, baby. Tomorrow your Mother goes to the doctor to hear your heartbeat. That means in a little less than a month we can go see you on the ultrasound. We'll see your sex and determine your name shortly after that. The doctor may also revise your due date based on what she sees next month.

Right now you're about 3 to 4 inches tall inside your mother. She's showing you a bit as a paunch in her stomach, but I don't think many people would notice unless they knew what they were looking for. She's finally over the morning sickness and daily nausea that you were causing her, and for that we're both thankful. But most of her clothes are now uncomfortable to her because they press a little too tightly on you.

You Mom is still very tired, and most of her workdays conclude with her just lying on the couch until bedtime, which is getting earlier and earlier. Supposedly that tiredness will soon go away, as you get stronger and her body adjusts to carrying you.

All in all, your Mom is adjusting well to your presence. Things seem to be going smoothly and her food cravings aren't as bizarre as they could be. Perhaps that will come later, when she's looking for pickles and ice cream or something equally bizarre. But for now she's eating french bread pizzas and is satisfied.

Tomorrow: What The Doctor Says

More war (for the baby)

Well baby, here's the deal. Bush's advisors, the only ones who think in the White House, are pushing him to move against Iran now that we have a toehold in Iraq. This serves two purposes: we get our troops out of Saudi Arabia (a repressive regime that we happen to support because we believe their interests coincide with ours), and we attack a country that has supported terrorism and does actually have weapons of mass destruction. By the time you're old enough to read this, I think people will have forgotten exactly why we went into Iraq. It was to find weapons of mass destrcution, which we were unable to do. This justification was obviously just a pretext for these other realpolitik reasons.

When we move against Iran, in Bush's second term, I'll feel especially worried for your uncle Kevin. He's of Iranian descent, and may suffer some repercussions from this event. Unfortunately, with the way the Department of Injustice has been curtailing civil liberties and moving against American citizens, your uncle Kevin has something to worry about.

In the meantime, on the national front, there' still a war on terrorism on, even though it's proved ineffective at achieving its stated aims. There's a war on drugs going on, too, and that is having some interesting effects. Just this week the United States passed Russia as the country with the highest percentage of its population in jail or prison. And what are over 40% of those people in for? Drug-related offenses. The legalization of marijuana is an inevitable happening; it's just a matter of when, not if it will happen. But until then, the Department of Injustice will continue to arrest and prosecute low-level dope smokers and their ilk, studiously avoiding all the corporate criminals, such as those in this administration.

Tomorrow: Your Progress

Predictions (for the baby)

I'm not much of a fortune teller, but here goes. Bush will be president on your 5th birthday, and he will cede the throne to his younger brother, quite possibly the only person less intelligent than him on the national stage. That is, W. will win in 2004, hold the office to 2008, and then Jeb will run and win, being sworn in in January of 2009.

This is a bad thing for America, as it pits the rich against the poor, the haves against the have-nots, the majority against all minorities, and the religious against those who would keep it out of politics. Nevertheless, it is what America wants, because it will be what we vote for.

You see, I have little faith in the America voting public. We get the leaders we deserve, and. let's face it, we haven't had a decent human being as a leader since Jimmy Carter. I know that I am one of the few people in the world who defend this man, but I think when all the histories are written, he'll turn out to be one of the best we've had. This isn't because of his economic policies, or domestic policies, or even his foreign relations (which, by the way, made him the only US president to win the Nobel Peace Prize). No, it's because he was a good man, a man who was as honest as he could be, and a man who truly felt compassion for the poor and minorities.

But rich whites essentially own the political system right now, and they'll continue to elect whomever they choose. And as long as he benefits them, exclusively, he'll continue to have their support. It's a scary thing, voting out of self-interest, but the Republicans pander to that, and now are in command.

Tomorrow: More War

Feminizing the profession (for the baby)

It's a fact: the more women involved in a field, the less the field pays. It's sad, but it's true. Once upon a time, in colonial America, teaching was pretty much a male field. Teachers were then relatively well-paid. But women began making inroads into the profession, and as they did, society's value of the field, and its desire to show how much it values a field (that it, the pay in the field), decreased.

By the early 20th century, most teachers in K-12 were women. By the late 20th century, most post-secondary teachers were women. Is there any wonder, then, that the pay scale for teachers has lagged woefully behind say, that of accountants?

The problem here, as you can see, is not just one where society undervalues a service per se. The problem also takes into account our societal double standards about gender.

When I chose teaching, or it chose me, I realized that I would be giving up my ability to make some decent cash. Oh, I knew we could survive, but I knew that I could never live up to the societal dictums about pay (you should double your age in annual salary by 40). Nevertheless, I thought I might at least have some respect to eat with my meager meals. However, this administration, Bush the Junior, has certainly made it uncool to be smart. It started with Reagan in the 90s, and continues to this day. America elected an idiot because we didn't want someone smart telling us what to do. We'd rather have homsepun wisdom, the kind that killed more people in Texas than any single governor in history, than intelligent, rational, choices.

So, for the forseeable future, we'll continue to undervalue education and educators, seeing them only as wonks able to carry out the missions imposed on them by uneven thinkers. Maybe by the time you're old enough to change things you and your generation can do so.

Tomorrow: Predictions

Other services (for the baby)

Teaching is a service, in this service economy. It's something that, like disposing of waste and keeping the infrastructure running, needs to be done but doesn't get a lot of money thrown at it. The pay for teachers in this nation is appalling. We say that education is a priority, that the children are our future, that we need to be more educated to compete in a global economy. But the dirty truth is that we don't really mean these things.

Instead, we mean that we need to educate people enough to follow directions and make the rich grow richer. We need to pay teachers what they're worth, but we'll let non-teachers determine their worth (usually rich white guys, who believe that no one is as good, as smart, or as important, as them). We need to strengthen our education system, so we'll create mandates like the "No Child Left Behind" Act, which is in itself patently ridiculous, but then we won't fund them. Yes, we should educate all people to the top of their ability. But do you really think that someone with severe developmental disabilities can perform on grade level? Do you think they even want to? So why does our president now mandate that every child, no matter what his or her abilities are, must perform on grade level? The short answer is because he's a blithering idiot. The long answer is because he can now say that he's an "education president," even if his act makes little sense.

Anyway, the point of this little screed is that we pay plumbers and carpenters what they're worth. We pay bricklayers and asphalt pavers what they're worth. We even pay professional athletes what they're worth. But we'll never pay teachers, those who perform one of the most elemental services this country can have, what they're worth.

There are many reasons for this, and the one we'll look at first is gender.

Tomorrow: Feminizing The Profession

Progress report (for the baby)

Well, it was a good day today. We have a new water heater, so we can take showers again. And the man who will fix the siding came out for an estimate. Both of these men, older than me (the plumber is 61, the siding man looks to be in his late 50s), are out there daily, doing grunt work. Now, they're both making a good living at it, but they've got scut jobs which I could never do, so they deserve their pay.

That's kind of the way it is here in the US, or at least the way I hope it is. There are all kinds of people who do all kinds of jobs that I would never or could never do. Some of these jobs require skills, and some don't. I'm betting that cleaning septic tanks doesn't take an advanced degree, but I'll pay that guy whatever he wants, because it's something I can't and won't do.

Garbagemen, street cleaners, sewer workers, they all do important work for our infrastructure. But here's the problem. They're all paid, in some form or other, by me and people like me. Of course, I and people like me don't want to pay too much for these services, but we want them carried out. We don't want to think about them, and we don't want to have to do them for ourselves. We allow economies of scale to reduce our costs. And, to be honest, we probably don't pay the people who do these tasks enough. This has led to the persistence of a permanent underclass in America, of people poor enough to do this work that the rest of us won't do for the pay the rest of us will pay.

But what are these services really worth? Where would we be without these services? That should determine what they're worth, and what we should pay. Me, I'm all for paying more for these services, to give these people a decent living wage.

But we won't. We're too interested in keeping our money and keeping the underclass where they are to change the status quo.

Tomorrow: Other Services

Modern conveniences (for the baby)

Such a shift today, baby, because your Mom and I have lost our water heater. That meant no hot showers this morning, and none tomorrow, either. Your Mom isn't doing too well with this, and, to be honest, I feel a bit taken advantage of. We have a home warranty that covers this, but the guy who just left says that they can't be sure they can replace the thing until tomorrow, and it may not be until Friday.

Water heaters are among the great conveniences that we have now that people don't take the time to marvel at. As you grow up, you'll hear lots of people say that they wish they could have lived in the Middle Ages, or during the Renaissance, or during the Victorian Era. While I understand such desires, I can't see living in any time but the present. Imagine giving up things like running water and ceiling fans and air conditioning and freezers and cars. Those people who ask to live in another time, I think, usually mean they want all the romantic trappings of those previous eras, but they want their modern conveniences, too.

So if I had to pick a time to live, it wouldn't be some time in the past, but the future, where we would have more conveniences, and things like broken water heaters would be bizarre stories of a less technologically advanced age.

A little history of race (for the baby)

This one is going to be brief, but I hope I hit all the important points for you. As I told you yesterday, people came from different places to the United States. Some of them, however, did not come willingly. Many people, about 250 to 150 years ago, were brought here against their will, as slaves. Most of these people were African. It wasn't until the Civil War that slavery was declared illegal and the slaves were freed. And don't believe anyone who tells you that the Civil War was about things like "states' rights" or "federalism versus republicanism." That war was was about one thing, slavery. The people in the North know it, but the people in the South try to pretend that they weren't fighting to own other people.

So for many years the racial issues in the US were black and white. It wasn't until 1964, when the Civil Rights Act was signed, that blacks and whites were equal in the eyes of the law. Before that, blacks were systematically denied access to education and improvement in the quality of their lives.

But since 1964, though things have changed on paper, they haven't changed much on the streets. You will be born in South Carolina, a state that still sees a great disparity in opportunities for whites and blacks. Because education is so bad in general here, people really don't pay enough attention to the racial gap in educational test scores. It's atrocious. The fact of the matter is that students in predominantly black schools get less money spent on them than students in predominantly white schools. It's illegal, but it goes on.

After generations of being denied equal access to the "good things" in life, many blacks are rightly distrustful of the system that is designed to keep them as an underclass. And they must surely cringe when they hear white people say that we need to remove the social safety nets that many underclass blacks and whites rely on. Don't get me wrong, there are people who can unfairly take advantage of the system, and there are also many blacks who wish to do away with welfare and Affirmative Action. But you don't hear the people who need these things in order to survive saying that they need to go away. Instead you hear people who have benefitted from them forget them once they have achieved a certain social status.

Anway, baby, this is a very thorny issue, and I'm afraid that I'm not doing a very good job of explaining it to you. But if you come at it with the right presuppositions, that everyone, regardless of their race, or their color, or their religion, or their gender, or their sexual preference, deserves to be treated kindly, then you'll see your way through this maze. You'll see good and bad people on both sides, and good and bad points being made on both sides. But we hope you'll stop seeing sides and start seeing just people.

Tomorrow: Modern Conveniences

Race in America (for the baby)

Well, that Memorial Day post opened the floodgates for me, so I guess I'll just jump right in with probably the most volatile topic in America today. Race, the issues surrounding Black v White v Brown v Yellow, is something you're going to have to deal with. Even by capitalizing all those colors, I've made a statement.

You will have the great fortune of being born White. That is, you come from Italian roots on my side, and Scotch-Irish roots on your Mother's side. That means that our ancestors came here from Europe. And that means that we're the top dogs. We hold the majority of the population, most of the good jobs, most of the positions of influence, and most of the power in the US today.

Other people's parents came from other places. People whose ancestors came from Africa, Asia, or Central and South America look different than us. Coming from such different places, they bring different things to this country, different cultural experiences, different ideas about what fun is, what family is, what life is about. And this country allows us all to celebrate our differing heritages. That's a good thing.

But this country is also working on the supposition, unspoken yet persistent, that White is Right. I don't mean those stupid people who belong to the Klan or other hate groups, I mean those people I mentioned above, who possess money and power. They're the true beneficiaries of this dictum, while those ignorant poor whites you see marching around in sheets on TV are just the footsoldiers (In a way, it's like the Republican dream -- sell it to the poor whites and they'll buy it, because they want to be rich. Only the rich whites know that these poor whites will never be like them, and so they use them to do their dirty work). Maybe by the time you're older things will be different, but I doubt it. By and large, you still need to be white to succeed, despite decades of work to "even up" the races.

Tomorrow: A Little History Of Race

Memorial Day (for the baby)

Well, baby, after about a week of no internet access, we're back just in time for Memorial Day, which is tomorrow. Although your Mother and I are pretty much pacifists, that is, we believe in peaceful solutions to any problem, I need to tell you some things about Memorial Day.

This is the day every year when we honor those who have been members of the military in the United States. Some of them fought in wars against other countries. Some of them fought in operations around the world which promoted U.S. interests. Some of them merely lived a communal life, ready to defend this country. Some of the things they did were good and necessary. Some of them were not. But the people who fought and killed and died were not the people who made the decisions about the legitimacy of what they were doing. They were the children of the poor, those considered expendable by the military planners. They were those who believed that they had a duty, something to repay for living in this land of the free. In fact, it's because of them that we call this the home of the brave, too.

So you should never disrespect a member of the military here. Many have done so, going so far as to spit on soldiers returning home from Vietnam. But those soldiers, generally poor, generally uneducated, generally patriots, had nothing to do with why we were there, just as they had nothing to do with why we were in Panama, Nicaragua, Columbia, Afghanistan, Kuwait, Iraq, and soon, Iran and Syria. They believe in the peace, and do what they do to keep it.

Remember, some of those people faced death, faced other people trying desperately to kill them, so that, in the long run, we could be allowed to criticize the decisions that put them there.

There are plenty of other people to raise your ire: a department of "justice" that is taking away basic civil liberties; a legislative branch that is constructing the conditions for a race war in this country; a clandestine intelligence network that is busy spying on its own citizens. These are the people that should earn your condemnation, not those who slept in the mud, who went without sleep, who lived on the edge of life and death, who suffered so many indignities in the name of duty and honor.

I realize that this is a big concept for you to grasp, little baby (now 2.5 inches long). But it's up to you to fight for the things that are right, and maybe when we're gone things will be better.

Tomorrow: Race In America

More moving progress (for the baby)

Today was a hopping day. Your Mom went back to work, and I worked here at home. I started out by transferring our phone service, where we had to lose the number we liked. Then I called contractors about our siding, then I transferred the water service, then I transferred the refuse service. So I spent a lot of time on the phone to begin the day. After that I went to the apartment for a load of stuff, and cleaned the old place pretty well. We don't think we'll get back our deposit there (your Mom burned the linoleum in the kitchen within a week of us being there), but I'm cleaning it up in hopes that we'll get something back.

After that I had to come home to unpack stuff and bring it all to my study (lots of books), then wait for the delivery men for the entertainment center. When they delivered it, I think your Mom and I were unprepared for how big it is. When we looked at it in the showroom, we saw it in comparison to other large pieces, in a huge space. Now, in the living room, it's pretty imposing. It also makes the fifth type of wood we've got tin the living room. For such a small room that's a bit too many shades of wood.

Once that was done, I headed back to the apartment for another load, and met your Mom there. But before I got there I stopped at Lowes and opened a charge account and bought a riding mower for the lawn. We filled both cars again, came over here, had a bit of dinner, then unloaded and unpacked some more. In the middle of all this I also did four loads of laundry (the last load is in the dryer now). Your Mom is downstairs now wiring up the entertainment center, so that we can completely reverse our gender roles.

Tomorrow: The Lawnmower Arrives

Moving progress (for the baby)

As you can see, I've skipped a couple days, but it's now Sunday, and we're in the new place. Yes, it's still a mess. Yes, I've already spent a large pile of money at Lowes. Yes, the dog and cats will take a while to adjust. But yes, we love it, and yes, it'll be perfect for you.

It was quite a story yesterday, when the reservation we had for the truck we were renting fell through. So we had to go to another dealer, then get a smaller truck. So we made two trips, and still didn't get everything we needed. I'll be making trips in the car for the next few days to get all my books and files and clothes. When I went to return the truck, I had to wait for over an hour outside int eh cold while your Mom made sure that the cable guy set up everything here.

Your Mom's friend Lori helped us pack up stuff and take a couple loads over on Friday night. Then your Mom's friend Karen, her husband Bill, and her two boys Sean and Kyle helped us move the heavy stuff yesterday. Karen was a workhorse; she did far more work than any of us.

So far we've got our bedroom and the kitchen set up. I set up the computer in my study, but I'm surrounded by many, many books in boxes. We need new bookshelves because ours won't fit in here. As soon as we break down and get those, I'll be working well in here.

We're making plenty of room for you. I'll be visiting Lowes again tomorrow, I'm sure, and bringing over boxes. I'll let you know how it goes.

Tomorrow: More Moving Progress

Closing and moving (for the baby)

Today your Mom and I closed on our new house, the house you'll live in. Closing means that we now officially own the house. There are lots of papers to sign, and then a lot of money changes hands. Unfortunately, none of that money came our way. Things went very well. The people we're buying the house from, the Sizemores, are very nice. They have four boys, and I think they just outgrew this space. He's done great work on it; it's in excellent shape.

Now we have to move. So for the next three days we're going to be seriously involved with that. After my last day at Converse tomorrow I'll come home and start moving stuff over there. On Saturday we've rented a truck to get our big furniture over there. I dread moving, but this one shouldn't be too bad. A lot of what we need to move is still in boxes from when we moved away from Kentucky.

Your Mom, of course, won't be doing much heavy lifting. Anything over 25 pounds would be bad for you. So I'm hoping we'll get some friends over here on Saturday to help with the heavy stuff. We'll see.

Tomorrow (if the computer isn't disconnected): Moving Progress

More hopes for you (for the baby)

To be honest, what I'm hoping for, and all I'm hoping for, is your health. Ten fingers, ten toes, all body parts there, good development, and I'll be happy. Everything else is gravy. Of course, if that doesn't work out, it doesn't change a thing. It's just that, statistically speaking, you should be happy and healthy.

In the genetic lottery, which is ruled by statistics, there are certain things that we'll expect in you. Again, let me caution you here; if you don't turn out this way, it doesn't mean a thing, and it certainly won't affect how we feel about you.

To begin, your grandfather Payne thinks you'll actually be more than one person. He thinks twins are due in your Mom's family. We'll see. You'll probably have dark curly hair, and be fairly dark complected. You will probably be pretty intelligent, and we hope you'll like school a lot. We hope you get my eyes, because they're in very good shape. We hope you get my teeth, too, because they've held up well.

I hope you'll get your Mom's patience, because I don't have much. I also hope you'll get her ability for self-awareness, because I'm lacking in that area. If you got her head for money that wouldn't be so bad either. I hope you get my appetite for learning. It's not that your Mom doesn't have it; it's just that mine's a bit more developed.

There are many other things that we wish for you, but we'll save them for when we can tell you them face to face.

Tomorrow: Closing And Moving

The computer and you (for the baby)

When in doubt, write about the computer. Yes, that's what I'm doing now. I spend a lot of time on the computer, both for my job and because I like it very much. Of course, by the time you're using them, I can't even imagine what they'll be like. Maybe they'll be voice-activated. Maybe they'll be universal in design. Maybe everything will be one big Beowulf cluster. Who knows? All we really know about the future of computing is that the people who try to predict it are wrong most of the time.

I use the computer to grade papers, write articles, write emails, design graphics, design web sites, and generally have fun. I listen to music on it, play games on it, and look at pictures on it. It's a great tool, one that I don't know what I would do without. Your Mom sends emails, does statistics work (or did so, for her thesis project), writes reports, and sometimes plays games. She doesn't use it as much as I do.

I started getting into computers when I was a Jesuit, back in the early 1980s. I remember writing my Master's thesis on an electric typewriter. That was the last big thing I did that way. By the next year I was fully into computer usage for letters and the like, and have never looked back. I've kept up with the changes, and have managed to learn to do web sites, a skill that's very handy for a teacher to have. I try to keep myself current with what's going on in the computing world, although I can already feel myself getting rusty.

I imagine that your entire scholastic career will be supplemented by, if not based on, computers. This thing called the World Wide Web, or WWW, or the Internet, or just the web or the net, will be crucial for you. It's a linking and conecting of computers one to another throughout the world. Some computers hold a lot of information that's just there for the sharing. This information is stored in things called databases, and presented in things called web sites or web pages. With a special piece of software called a browser you can visit all these places, look at pictures, and get all kinds of information.

It's a fun thing, just to look around the web and see what you can learn. Yes, you can lean while you're having fun, and learning itself is its own kind of fun. I guess that's what I hope for you, that you'll find learning fun and interesting and want to do a lot of it.

Tomorrow: More Hopes For You

Your honorary aunts and uncles (for the baby)

You're going to have some very fine honorary aunts and uncles. These are people that are close to your Mom and me, and people we want you to know and grow up loving. We've got some couples and some singles for you. When I was growing up, I had Uncle Bill the Barber, who was my Dad's close friend. We knew he wasn't our real uncle, but he felt as close as family. These people are the same way for us.

Mike and Mig Sistrom are your Dad's good friends from Durham, NC. Mike teaches History, and Mig is a CPA. Mike currently works at UNC-Greensboro, and Mig runs her own consulting firm. Mike and I were in grad school together, and we got to be very close. Mike and Mig have been very good friends with your Mom, too. We vacation together every year in the mountains of western North Carolina. I imagine you'll be coming along on those trips sometime soon.

Kevin and Cat Rahimzadeh are also old friends. Again, I know them from grad school. Kevin teaches English at EKU, and he essentially got me my job there. So in a way, he's responsible for your Mom and I meeting. Cat works at home, raising Mike and Julia and Susan. Julia and Susan are twins. Kevin is one of the best teachers I know, and has also been very good to me throughout the years. When I first moved to Kentucky, Kevin and Cat extended me their hospitality and love, and got me through a rough transitional time.

The MacLarens, Bruce and Marcia, are friends from Richmond. Marcia teaches in the English Department, and Bruce teaches in the Natural Sciences Department. They have both been very good to your mother and me for many years. Bruce and I used to coach the Academic Team at EKU, and your mother was on that team. Marcia is the essential Earth Mother. Her goodness and concern oozes out her pores; she can't help but be a caring, nurturing person.

Then there's Ron Messerich, the chair of the Philosophy Department at EKU. Ron was a friend of your mother's first, and then became a friend of mine, too. He's also a coach of the Quick Recall team at EKU. Ron, Bruce and I cut quite a figure at tournaments. Ron is also probably the most intelligent person both your mother and I have ever met. But it's not his intelligence that makes him great; it's the fact that he tempers that with a true humanity and concern for peoples' feelings.

Tomorrow: The Computer And You

What we do for fun (for the baby)

It's been three days since I've posted because of one of the things that we do for fun. Your Mom was graduated from Eastern Kentucky University with her Specialist degree in School Psychology this weekend. This is a very serious degree, more than a Master's but less than a Doctorate. So we went to Richmond, KY to see your grandparents in their motor coach and our friends at EKU. In between all the socializing, we went to your mother's commencement exercises. This morning we had brunch with Ron Messerich, the chair of the Philosophy department, Bruce MacLaren, a historian of science, and Kevin Rahimzadeh, of the English Department. These guys are among our oldest and best friends at EKU. Kevin brought Mike, his oldest boy, and someone you'll be hearing lots of stories about.

Now, seriously, what we do for fun is actually pretty limited. Your Mom bought me a great telescope a couple years back, and I enjoy using that very much. I'm looking forward to a level backyard with good sight lines and little light in our new home. I also like to play the guitar and the keyboard. I read a lot, surf the web a lot, and, though I wouldn't say anything in particular is my hobby, I have fun doing almost anything except grading papers for classes.

Your Mom is cut from the same cloth. She likes to read, and surf the web, go to the movies and watch TV, and even run once in a while. I guess your Mom is more outdoorsy than I am. She was raised on a farm, so she's much more familiar with the outdoor life. But she's really afraid of snakes, which is something I'm not afraid of.

When your Mom and I have some free time, we usually like to be together, doing something that we can do together. With a new house and a new baby, I'm not sure how much free time we'll have in the future, but we've been pretty good at carving out spaces for ourselves so far, so we'll see what happens.

Tomorrow: Your Honorary Aunts And Uncles

The places you're from (for the baby)

Obviously, you'll be born here in Greenville, SC. It's a very nice city, with lots of cultural opportunities, good parks, and a very good quality of life. The schools here are solid, so you'll get a decent education. But there are other places that your Mom and I call home, so in a way they're your home, too.

Mom was born in Island, Kentucky, a very small town in the western side of the state. Your grandmother and grandfather live right outside Calhoun, which is about 20 miles south of Owensboro, the biggest city in those parts. The whole area is known for farming, and small family farms are surviving by consolidating. One of the newer industries in the area is chicken farming.

Mom and I also spent many years in Richmond, Kentucky. This is where she went to school, and where I taught. Richmond is another small town, although much bigger than most places in Kentucky. It's in the central part of the state, about 20 miles south of Lexington, the second-biggest city in the state. People farm around Richmond, and the University is a big employer. There's also a growing manufacturing presence there.

I have lived in many different places. I was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but I've lived in or outside of places like Philadelphia, Boston, and St. Louis. I lived the longest in and around Chapel Hill, North Carolina, when I was in school. All of these places except Chapel Hill are big cities, so I'm used to urban life.

Where we're living now, in Taylors, is a nice mix. We're close enough to Greenville and Spartanburg to have city experiences, but we're far enough removed to actually have a decent-sized yard and darkness at night.

Tomorrow: What We Do For Fun

Your cousins (for the baby)

Once again, because your Mom is an only child, the only real cousins you have are on my side of the family. Here you have two, Gina and Nicky. They both live in Pittsburgh with their parents, Uncle Nick and Aunt Georgette. Gina is in school at St. Anne's grade school, and doing very well there. She just had a birthday yesterday. I am Gina's godfather, which means that I spoke for her at her Baptism when she was just a baby. For many years Gina was an only child, but a few years ago along came little Nicky. Nicky isn't in school yet; he'll start next year.

Both Nicky and Gina are nice kids. They're both very good-looking and smart. That's why Gina does so well in school; she's a good reader and writer. Just this year Gina had her first sleepover, which is a good thing, because we'd like to have her come down to our house for a week or so next summer. You'll be way too young to remember it, but your Mom and I think it would be good to have her down here. Nicky's favorite toy is Bob the Builder. By the time you read this, Bob the Builder will probably be something no one remembers, but right now he's very popular. Gina and Nicky also like Sponge Bob Squarepants, who will also be a dim memory in a few years.

As with all kids, and as will be with you, Gina and Nicky are naturally good people. They are kind and generous, and they know how to share and take turns. Both of them love your Mom very much. Your Mom and I joke that, before I met her, when I would go to visit Uncle Nick and Aunt Georgette, it was a big deal for Gina and Nicky. Now I'm just the guy who drives Aunt Amanda. I don't mind, because it's fun for me to see them all playing together. The whole family enjoys the joke, which just adds to our happiness when we're all together.

Tomorrow: The Places You're From

Your aunts and uncles (for the baby)

I'm sorry to have been away for two days, but it's finals week where I work, and that means a lot of work for your Dad. You'll see as you grow up that finals weeks are great times for me, but they require a lot of work.

Anyway, I was going to write today about your aunts and uncles. Let's get your Mom's side of the family out of the way first. Your Mom is an only child, so you have no real aunts or uncles on her side. She's got cousins, though, and we might end up calling them aunts and uncles for you, but I'm not sure. On my side, there's your Aunt Mary, your Uncle Nick, and your Aunt Georgette. Mary and Nick are my brother and sister, and Georgette is my sister-in-law.

Aunt Mary is a member of the Sisters of St. Joseph. She lives in a community with other women, and they do good works. Right now Aunt Mary helps women to decide if living the religious life is right for them. She lives with them, and talks to them, and helps them to figure out what they're doing and where they want to go with their lives. All three of us were taught by the Sisters of St. Joseph when we were in grade school, and we're all very fond of the community. They do important work for the world.

Uncle Nick works at Allegheny General Hospital, but he doesn't work just for that hospital. He works for a group of hospitals, and he supervises people who collect the money that people (and insurance companies and the government) owe the hospital. He's very good at what he does, and people in his field know it. Many people want him to go somewhere else to work for them, and he may leave the job where he is right now pretty soon.

Aunt Georgette manages salespeople for a firm that sells videos and DVDs. She too is very good at what she does, especially because she also takes care of Uncle Nick and Gina and Nicky, too. She works very hard at work, and then comes home and works very hard, too. They have all just moved into a new house (they used to live near where Nick, Mary and I grew up), and they like it very much.

All your aunts and uncles are very excited about you. I had a good time telling them all about Mom being pregnant. They are looking forward to seeing Mom and you sometime this summer (although you'll be a bulge in her tummy, they'd still like to see you).

Tomorrow: Your Cousins

Your grandparents (for the baby)

Well, there are some tales to tell here. I'm sure you'll eventually hear them all, but let me start out with the basics. Your Mom's family tree is far more interesting than mine. Your grandmother and grandfather Payne, Sheila and Charlie, live in rural western Kentucky, in Calhoun (south of Owensboro). Charlie is actually your step-grandfather. Your biological grandfather, Kenny Rickard, lives in that area, too. Although Charlie is your step-grandfather, he really was a father to your Mom. In fact, he and your Mom share many traits. Charlie owns a company called Advanced Fire Safety, where he sells, charges, and inspects fire supression systems. He also farms about 100 acres that he owns with his father, Buck. Charlie works very hard, and is very good at what he does. Sheila runs the business office for Advanced Fire Safety. She just finished her first online college class in accounting, although she's been doing it in the field for many years. Sheila and your Mom are very close, because for many years while your Mom was growing up there was just the two of them.

Your grandmother and grandfather Pellegrino live in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Americo used to be a mailman, and Virginia did many things, including being a librarian and working in a bookstore. Since I'm much older than your Mom, my parents are much older than hers. While he's never been in the best of health, right now Americo is suffering from Parkinson's disease and is pretty much completely deaf. Back in their younger days, your grandfather was very active in the church and in the American Legion. Your grandmother used to work for the phone company and played the piano beautifully.

Your Payne grandparents are very excited about you. Your Pellegrino grandparents will find out about you next week, and they will be thrilled, too.

Tomorrow: Your Aunts and Uncles

Naming you (for the baby)

Well, we've been thinking about this, and we've come up with some interesting things. There's a surname frequency search engine that lists your last name as the 2397th most popular surname in the United States, so we need something that will sound reasonable with that name. And let me tell you, "Pellegrino" is a tough name to match.

I've always loved the name "Cara Mia" for you, if you're a girl. That's because it means "My Beloved," and it sounds so sweet. Just say it: "Cara Mia Pellegrino." That's a great name. Your Mom likes the name "Isabella." You have a great-great-aunt Isabelle, who is married to my great-uncle Alfred. He's my godfather, so the connection there is nice.

If you're a boy, we think we want to name you after my father, your grandfather. So your name would be "Americo." You can bet that no other kid on the playground will have a name like that. In fact, you can't find it on any of the baby-naming sites. Your grandfather has always said that he wouldn't want a child to have his name, but I know he'll change his mind when we tell him that you're named after him. I was always hoping that we could give you this name, but I held back, because I wanted your Mom to weigh in on it. Just the other night, without my prodding, she said that she liked "Americo," and I was inwardly jumping up and down. It's a proud name, a name that carries both your heritage and your country with it. And once you meet your grandfather, you'll be proud to carry his name.

Tomorrow: about your grandparents.

For the baby (for the baby)

This blog will be for you, baby, as I take it through your mother's pregnancy. It's now May 1, and we think your Mom became pregnant in the middle of March. That means you're pretty small inside of her, but still affecting her greatly.

She's getting morning sickness, and is, as she says, becoming very lazy. But she'll have to be working hard, because in two weeks we'll be moving into the new house where you'll live.

Let me tell you what we're up to: your Mom is a School Psychologist for the Greenville County school district in South Carolina. This is her first year here, and she loves her job. Your Dad is an Adjunct Instructor at USCS and Converse College. I used to be an Associate Professor of English at Eastern Kentucky University, but I gave up the position to come here with so your Mom could pursue her career. I was hoping for fulltime work, but now, with you on the way, that might not work out, because I could be a house husband and take care of you all the time.

Tomorrow: about your name.

Going on Jeopardy (i take)

Well, today was the audition/exam to be on Jeopardy. I drove down to Atlanta last night and stayed in the hotel where the exam was being held. It was pretty nice, and should have been for $170 for a single room and parking.

The exam was at 11:00, so at about 10:30 I went down to the lobby to scope the situation out, and saw bunches of people hanging around, all talking about how good they were at Jeopardy. I'm not much for that, so I went upstairs and just looked out the window (I was on the 34th floor, so the view was great). I went back down about 10:50, and was soon ushered into the testing room.

There were about 150-175 of us in the room. We listened to the contestant coordinators give their spiels, watched a video from Alex Trebeck, and got prepared to take the exam. It had 50 questions, and you had 8 seconds after each question was asked to write down your answer. The questions really ran the gamut, both in categories and difficulty.

Here are a few I remember:

Who wrote Of Human Bondage? (I got this one wrong; I wrote down the correct answer then changed it.)

What do you call a form of government with two houses of legislators? (I got this one right; I wrote the wrong answer then changed it.)

Name the former Miss Tennessee who started her own magazine in 2002. (I don't have a clue about this one.)

His second term as president began eight years after his first.

He wrote Childe Harold's Pilgrimage.

Minerva was the Roman goddess of wisdom. Who was the Greek goddess of wisdom?

This is the southernmost city in the contiguous 48 states, and it has a Hemingway museum.

Name the body of water between Spain and France also known as the Gulf of Gascogne.

Who wrote Gotterdamerung?

Even though he wasn't his father, Mozart and other musicians of the time called him "Papa."

Who wrote Moon for the Misbegotten?

Well, I can't remember any more of them. Anyway, to make a long story short, I was one of 12 people to pass the exam, so I was invited to play a mock game.

That was pretty interesting, because one of the people I played with was the anchor person for one of the news stations in Georgia. She had a film crew along, because they had been promoting this story for months, the fact that she was auditioning for Jeopardy. So after the mock game (which only put three questions in any category, and when a category was completed, another one was put in) the anchor asked to interview me. It'll air this Friday. I asked her what she would have done if she hadn't passed the exam, and she said that she would have just had to tell her audience that she did' make it. To be honest, that's kind of the way I felt going down there, like there was a huge burden on me to pass the exam.

The last person I spoke to in the room was the producer, who thanked me and chatted a bit. But I told him that everything after passing that exam was gravy, because that was the thing I was worried about, with so many people knowing I was taking it.

So I feel very good about making the cut and qualifying. But now for the bad news. Out of about 25,000 people who try out, about 800 make the contestant pool. But the show only needs about 400 contestants a year. So I've still only got about a 50/50 shot of making the show. I think I did well enough in the mock game (I got a number of the questions), and I think I told a cute enough story, so I hope I get called. They start filming the new season in July, and they'll call with a month or so of lead time if they want me out in L.A. And here's another bit of bad news: contestants have to pay for their own airfare, housing, and meals while competing. Of course, the goal is to win it all back and more.

Hitting your wife (i take)

Over the past two nights a drama has played out upstairs here. The couple who lived there had a huge fight two nights ago, whihc went on from 2 to 4 am, and spilled out into the parking lot. All day yesterday and last night, the woman was moving out. I was outside doing some work on the car when I saw her with a bruise on her face. I asked her how she was doing, and she said she'd be better soon. I asked if I could help and she said no. I jumped to the conclusion that she was leaving because her husband gave her that bruise.

While I'm glad that there will be no more fights and stomping and storming around up there, I wonder how she'll survive, and what he'll do, too. Believe me, I'm no model husband, so I can understand what pushed him and how he reacted.
Anyway, here are some serious links on dv:

The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence
This looks like the big player int he field. It's also been chosen as one of the 100 most worthy charities.

Men Against Domestic Violence
This one goes both ways, looking at violence perpetrated by men and sufferd by men.

The Domestic Violence Handbook
This is a good primer for the field.

We're in (i take)

Well, we just got approved. Our loan, that is, for the house. So we'll be closing on May 15 and moving in during the two weeks after that. I spent a couple hours there today with the inspector, and the place is starting to grow on me. I'm still not a big fan of the stairs, but I'll get used to the space, I'm sure.

It's nice, being able to afford something this costly. And it's all due to Amanda, who knows how to manage money far better than I do. This also gave us a chance to review our financial situation. I've really taken a beating in my IRAs, but I hope to make that up in the next 20 years. Of course, given the fact that I'm a workaholic, I really can't see myself retiring anyway.

You know, I'm never far from a rant about money in academia, and this would be the perfect opportunity to engage in one, but I'm just tired of it. I just got back in touch with a very old friend, from my Duquesne days, and catching her up made me write a bulleted list of my life the past few years. One thing I said about EKU is that I'm watching from a distance as it burns in slow motion. That used to make me angry, but now I'm just glad I got out.

This friend, Marcia Wratcher, is now a VP at Art Institute Online, a web-based venture by a for-profit Art school. I knew her when she was the tutor coordinator in the Learning Skills Program at Duquesne. Now it's a Center. Marcia employed me as a tutor, and when she left to go to Pitt, I took her job. Then she was at CMU, then Nova, and now at AIOnline. She was always a good person, and a good friend. She's had a ton of heartache in her life, but doesn't let it rule her.

I remember when I was in the Jesuits and working on my long experiment at St. Joe's University in Philly. Marcia called late one night, to tell me that her soulmate, the man she was born to be with, had just died. I can't remember the details of the conversation, but I remember the details of that cramped room I was in, and wondering, as I listened, how such a small space could hold so much pain coming through the phone line.

Through cancer, through death, through other great losses, Marcia has remained a wonderful person. I hope I can see her when I get to the Burgh this summer.

Buying a house (i take)

Well, we did it, took the plunge, etc. We're going to buy a house, if we can qualify on the loan. We made an offer today, signed the offer sheet and began the wait for a counter-offer. We meet with the money next Wednesday, and it doesn't seem like that's going to be a problem. Here's a look at the place, with picture from the realtor's web site.

I have to say, it feels very strange for me to be signing this mortgage knowing that I'm not bringing in the cash to pay it. I used to joke that I wanted to be a kept man, but now, the closer I get to that state, the more terrifying it is. I'm sure that any huge mortgage like this would worry me a bit, but knowing that I am so out of control on this one really makes it more difficult.

Amanda is fine with it all, and I guess that's what swayed me about the place. I've got a litany of things that I think are wrong with it, but in the end, it's all about compromise, and this seems to make A very happy. She likes the location, the style, the number of bedrooms, the fact that they're pretty small, and the deck and pool. That's a pretty good list, one worth honoring.

Used by the truth (i take)

This whole Arnett fiasco has many sanctimonious journalists up in arms. The former editor of the Scripps Howard news service has this editorial on the Nando site. In it, he claims that journalists in this war shouldn't be used by enemies of a journalist's nation. Putting aside the petty and small-minded thought behind this, let's just examine the claim about being "used."

Yes, many journalists have been used by enemies of the state, some willingly and some unsuspectingly. But this use, it goes both ways. What we have in this war is massive use of journalists by the American state. Do you really think that these "embedded" journalists are telling you all they know? Do you really think you're hearing unfiltered reality? I'm not talking about giving away operational security, or endangering missions. I'm talking about the fawns at the Pentagon who hang on every word of operational briefings, damn glad to be allowed to play vicarious soldier. I'm talking about the men and women in the desert and on the ocean who satellite link everything that they're fed, from fawning interviews to news about nothing. Even if there is no intent to deceive on the part of the military (which I doubt), there is still an inevitable filtering and biasing of the facts. Is it just me, or is the entire press corps aware of their compromised positions, as they are willing to call themselves embedded, without even dinner and drinks beforehand? Don't sell yourself short, kids; your integrity is worth at least a good Meal Ready to Eat.

Our former editor calls the Iraq's Ministers of Defense nothing but propagandists. I'll give him this point, as long as he'll admit that we're doing nothing but the same in our daily Pentagon briefings. But he doesn't, because that would mean acknowledging the weakness of his implied claim, and suggests that his jingoism is the only thing he's got for support.

Nicky's birthday (i take)

Today is my little brother's birthday. He's 40. It's weird that you can be that old, and still not feel like you're as old as all your friends who are 40. My mother was 40 when she had me (Dad was 30). I'm 42, and I still feel like I did when I was 30. Not too old, but definately not young any more. When I teach "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" I always ask the students to tell me how old Prufock is. I used to laugh when they'd tell me he's 35 or 40. Now I wince, thinking that this must be middle age, to think you're younger than you really are.

I guess all of us, Mary too (she's 38 now), feel the same way. I don't see us growing older, just growing up and accepting more responsibilities. It wasn't just yesterday when we were young, and I wouldn't go back to that time, knowing what I know now. Imagine that, to have the knowledge of a 40-year-old and only be 18. That's more of a nightmare than going through adolescence the first time. I know many people who believe that their best days were in high school or college, and I really feel sad for them. They peaked so early, and they must recognize that everything has been downhill since then. What gets them out of bed in the morning? I mean, how could you face the day, knowing that it'll never be as good as something in your memory? I tell my students that if your best day isn't tomorrow, you should just shoot yourself today and spare yourself the disapointment that you life will inevitably be.

Sometimes I think about the future, about having a kid now, about being 60 when that kid is 18 (and those numbers don't even work any more -- I'll be older). And then I consider my employment situation, and wonder how long this part-timing will go on. Amanda and I are discussing rolling over my retirement package from EKU, and it's weird to think that in 18 years I'll be 60. How long will I work? How long will I be under-employed? What about kids? How will Amanda change? What other changes will those years hold?

Total meltdown (i take)

I've just spent the whole day trying to recover this computer, with the help of Wendell, the computer god. Now it looks like I've got it licked. When I booted up this morning, there was nothing but a black screen. I tried a few moves, and found that I could only run programs from the task manager, but I couldn't perform any Windows functions. It was a nightmare. I could see that my data was still there, but everything else was dead.

Almost three hours into what I hoped would be a five-minute call to Wendell, he figured that the registry melted down at such a level that the kernel couldn't even recognize itself. So I had to do a reinstall of Win2k, which means I've had to reinstall all programs, too. Fortunately, as Foghorn Leghorn says, I keep my feathers numbered for just such emergencies. I'm hitting the web and downloading updates, checking through my downloaded files to see what's essential, and pulling out the cds when I have to.

Fortunately, I wasn't completely pulling my hair out, because I knew that all our important data was burned to a cd a bit back. Man, I'm not a big one for backups, but this peace of mind was essential today.

Once again, Wendell proves his worth, talking me through all this. Once again, I see just how little I know about this machine. I may be a power user, especially when compared to most academics, but I'm a long way from the IT guy I used to be.

Real fighting (i take)

Today the real fighting begins. "Stern" resistance. "Heavy" resistance. "Republican Guard with resolve." All of that means real casualties, real American men and women dying to promote an imperialist agenda. I saw one bereaved father last night ask George Bush to take a good look at a picture of his son. The NY Times gave it short shrift, because it doesn't jive with their jingoism: "Friends and neighbors of Staff Sgt. Kendall Damon Watersbey, 29, who has a 10-year-old son, sobbed in the streets of his northeast Baltimore neighborhood, according to WBAL-TV. 'I want President Bush to get a good look at this, really good look here,' his father, Michael, said, holding up a picture of the dead marine. 'This is the only son I had, only son.'"

Only one member of both houses of congress has a son or daughter in the military. No one on Bush's senior staff has a child in the services. Instead, they're pulling a sleight of hand about their involvement with Enron, Halliburton, and other corporate evil-doers, and killing other people's kids to do it. Pay no attention to the criminals behind the curtain; watch us blow things up instead. And if some poor person has to die to draw your interest elsewhere, well, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

So far, budget analysts estimate, a little over 24 hours of war has cost the US 1.1 trillion dollars. But I hope people start paying attention to the human cost of this war, what it will do to us as a nation. We have squandered our morality for something that will benefit only the rich. And the children of the poor will provide this opportunity for them.

This site, by cyberjornalist.net, seems to be the best collection of links to the real war news. The NY Times' rolling over on this sickens me. You used to be able to count on them for decent coverage, but now they're no better than Fox News. The truth is out there; we just won't get it from the US media.

All war, all the time (i take)

I can turn on CNN at any time and get a live update on the war. I can hit their web site and get a rolling body count, interactive maps, military analysis, video feeds (if I'm willing to subscribe), live pictures from Baghdad, and administration talkin gheads justifying their existence. What I can't get is our admission that we will, if we deem it necessary, use chemical weapons against the Iraqis.

This is, of course, the ultimate in hypocrisy. But it proves my point about the shift in American foreign policy under Rove, I mean Bush. Might makes right. That's all there is to it. We couch it in different terms, but when push comes to shove, we support a double standard (there's the rest of the world, then there's us) because we have the strength to do so. Rove/Bush knows that the American military is a 500-pound gorilla, and the only 500-pound gorilla. So we can do what we want. There is no more rule of law, as Scalia admitted last week, when he claimed that he's in favor of curtailing the rights of American citizens during wartime. He was receiving a Free Speech Award in Cleveland, but he barred the broadcast media from attending the event (Is he smart enough to see the irony in this? I'm not sure.). When questioned by members of approved media outlets, he said that Americans enjoy far more rights than are constitutionally guaranteed them, and that he would be willing to cut back to a constitutional minimum for security reasons.

At least there are decent people out there. But who will hear such a scathing condemnation? He'll just be accused of anti-Americanism, which will, of course, be ironic. But American has a tin ear for hearing such things right now.

Hijacking the conversation (i take)

There was just some furor at my old school about anti-war and pro-troops protestors clashing. To be fair, I should say it's anti-war versus pro-war protestors, because that's really what it boils down to. What caught my eye was a picture of a girl pointing to her engagement ring, given to her by her affianced man in Kuwait, confronting a group of anti-war protestors. She equated being against this war with being against her husband-to-be. There was also an instance of one anti-anti-war man rushing through the anti-war protestors, ripping up their signs. Of course, the Public Safety office saw no need to control him at all.

Now, how many of you didn't like that move I made up there, to equate pro-troop with pro-war? Yes, it's a bad argumentative strategy, and, if you grant me that premise, I've effectively hijacked the conversation through this switch. This move, however, is exactly what the media and talk radio and other sources have done. It's unpatriotic to be against the necessary collateral damage in such an attack. It's anti-American to support the collective wisdom of the United Nations. It's treason to protest against this illegal action.

Why do we let them get away with it? I think it's because we fall prey to their fallacies. We're bedazzled by their rhetoric, or cowed by their volume, and just give in. We may take the moral high ground in expressing our doubts about the goodness of Hussein, and when we do, we're lost. If we admit to doubt, if we admit to not having all the answers, but knowing that this one can't be the right one, we've lost the argument, and we've lost the media. When I think of what winning this fight would cost me, morally, I don't feel so bad. But when I see these idiots getting face time and espousing idiocy I wish I had fewer qualms about using their tactics against them.

The dogs of (i take)

Well, we'll probably start the invasion, and eventual military occupation of Iraq sometime very soon. Bush will speak tonight, and I won't listen (I'll be teaching). But the rest of the world will be listening, and watching us do this alone (or maybe with Tony Blair in a cheerleader's uniform). And the fact that we'll do this alone, without those pesky other nations who are united against us, just means that we won't have to make any concessions to power-sharing when the military government we set in place in Baghdad takes over.

When you boil it all down, I really can't believe that killing people, especially to remove one leader, is a viable alternative. Never was, never will be. Too much money and material expended on too focused a target. But it's obvious that this was has other motives behind it. Our eventual attack upon Iran is obvious. Bush's sleight-of-hand about the economy is also obvious. When the Saudis kick us out, will we go after them for possessing WMD, or will we still send them aid, even though they are the most repressive regime in the area? Hey, they're our buddies, right? They can't be bad, because we like them. Just like we liked Pinochet. Just like we liked Strosser.

But the polls keep on saying that Americans support this. For me, this is the ultimate in bread and circuses. It's the biggest circus possible, full of bells ands whistles. Big media will play the Bush game, and show us just what he wants us to see: American technology killing people far away, people whose leader threatens our way of life. So we'll keep the world safe for democracy by killing women and children, by killing even combatants that we have no quarrel with (Bush has claimed that we have no quarrel with the sovreignity of Iraq, only with its leader). So instead of assassination as a tool of statecraft, we offer the destruction of a culture as such a tool.

To question the need for this war is, according to the national tenor, unpatriotic. Isn't that what Reagan claimed when he union-busted PATCO? And isn't that what Jefferson was being when he questioned the crown?

Annual evaluations (i take)

USCS is in the process of annual evaluations. That's when faculty produce fat reports about what they've been up to for the year. It's a mass of paper for the chair and any committee that reads them all. But is it worth it?

I used to joke that I would spend more time documenting what I did than actually doing anything worth documenting. While that's a stretch, I know that my best-laid plans to keep track of all service, scholarship, and teaching activities usually spun out of control about midway through the first semester, so I spent a frantic week before evals were due every year, trying to reconstruct what I had been doing. I'm sure that I missed a lot of stuff I did, gave others short shrift, and probably left a lot of activities undocumented. Such is life: you're either busy with it, or busy taking notes on it. As an adjunct, I'm spared the report-writing, but I'm also spared any activity worth documenting in detail.

As I expected, I heard tales of excess about what people presented for their annual reviews: copies of emails, thank-you notes, stuff like that. The chair spoke of someone who wheeled in a full four-drawer filing cabinet for his or her tenure application. That's just uncalled for. Have some respect for the Promotion and Tenure Committee members who have to sort through all this stuff, write a report, and then defend their decision at the college and university levels.

But the real problem here is the fact that anyone, and I do mean anyone, can make himself or herself look good on paper. This is especially true of English profs, who teach the ability to argue effectively. Since we know what everything will say, and how every faculty member paints himself or herself as indispensible to the institution, let's just agree that this is our starting point, and move on from there. For annual evaluation, let's offer up a bulleted list, with no explanations, no narrative, no excess wind. If explanations are necessary, they should be done in a meeting with the committee, and it is only there that supporting documentation should be produced. I'm willing to bet that the vast majority of people will get by, and get approved, on the strength of just their bulleted lists. They've saved themselves gobs of time, saved the committee a ton of work, and allowed us all to get on with our core business, educating people.

Free and good (i take)

I admit it; I download mp3s all the time. I have recording music people telling me it's a crime. I have artists telling me I'm stealing money from them. But then I read that the average band, after they've sold 250,000 records, ends up owing its record company over a million dollars. So don't tell me that I'm taking food from anyone's table. I'm not letting a billionaire get any more richer. When they get a decent pricing structure for cds, something without a 1000% markup, then I'll think about buying pop cds again.

But I don't do the same for software. There are some great free programs out there, and I use them. They're usually smaller, with less bloat, and more stable that something from, say, Microsoft.

Many of the programs below are strange because they pack so much value into something that's free. It's something the music industry could learn. Here's an example of what I mean: Two weeks ago I was stopped by a cop in a small town in South Carolina, on my daily commute to and from work. He told me that I was doing 58 in a 40 zone. I know I was speeding, but it wasn't that by that much. He asked me if I traveled this route often, and I told him I was on this road twice a day. He asked me, nicely, to remember the next time to just keep it down, and he let me go. Now, every time I drive through that town, no matter how late I am, I do the speed limit, because this guy was so nice. If he had ticketed me, I'd be pissed every time I drove through there, and would keep on speeding. Now, however, I do 40, and think kindly of being let off by the nice guy who did me a kind turn.

Here's some good stuff:

Notetab Light

This is a great editor for html, or for ripping text from the web and cleaning it up before you put it into a full-featured word processor. It's fast-loading, with a great interface, the ability to open many files at once, and good menus and insert lists. I originally got it as a replacement for the windows notepad, but now I use it for a lot more.

Irfanview

Here's a great free pic viewer, with lots of options. Again, it's fast, small, and reliable. I use it as the system default for viewing pix. I used to use ACDSee, but now they're charging and nagging. None of that from Irfanview.

Gimp

I was a bit intimidated by this one at first. I have grown up with Photoshop as my big pic editor, so switching was odd. Unlike many other products, it doesn't try to look like Photoshop. But it does pretty much the same stuff. The learning curve is steep, and some functions are deep into menus, but anything that does this much takes a while to come to grips with.

Trillian

This all-in-one chat client is pretty hot. It compiles all your chat clients into one interface. I've got MSN, IRC, AIM, Yahoo, and ICQ access. Now I run them all under trillian. Small footprint, clean interface, pretty sweet.

Mozilla and Opera

Two good browsers. Opera is fast, very fast. But you give up some real estate on the screen for a banner ad (not too intrusive; it's in the toolbar). Mozilla is pretty sweet, and totally free. With all the holes in IE, I use these as much as I can.

TinyApps and Freeware Home

These are the places I hit the most often looking for new apps. Tinyapps specializes in just what its name says: small, very small applications, most of them free. Freeware Home runs a nice site, updated every weekday, with vigilance about things like browser hijacking and adware.

The war frenzy (i take)

Is war a foregone conclusion? It certainly seems so, given the rhetoric I'm hearing not just from Washington, but from many media outlets. I guess I expect such sabre-rattling from W, as a way to keep our attention focused on anything but the absolute mess he's made of the economy, or the fact that our trade deficit, and the federal deficit, will grow ever-larger under his regime. But I don't expect it from radio personalities or talking heads on TV. And in the end, I think they're the ones who do the most harm, by waving this red flag under the public's noses.

How much does Washington affect my day-to-day life? In all honesty, not much. I mean, gas prices are higher, I can't get gainful full-time employment, and my retirement is worth less than a third of what it was worth three years ago. But all those things would probably have happened no matter whose finger was on the button. Dems, GOPs, it really makes little difference. And I think the same is true for most U.S. citizens. But I had to listen today to some open letter that Charlie Daniels sent to the "Hollywood people," read by some radio personality who wouldn't know an original thought if it actually strcuk one of the three brain cells he had in his head. And then he opens up the phone lines, so everyone can call in and jump on his pro-war bandwagon. All because Charlie Daniels, that intellectual giant, that man who has done more research than all other washed-up celebrities, wrote a whiney letter to cop some fame. Of course, he knows the score. Hussein is bad because he says so, because our leaders say so. And therefore we must go over there and get him. The leap of logic that gets from the first sentence back there to the next one just blows my mind.

By that same token, Sharon is bad, because our leaders say so. But we don't go get him. In fact, no one mentions him at all. We just keep on sliding him $3,000,000,000 (that's three billion dollars) a year, and cluck unapprovingly when the next batch of kids are killed. And Fidel Castro must be bad, because our leaders say so. But we don't get him. In fact, we lease land from him, and use his island as a convenient place, off our soil and away from our press, to conduct covert "interrogations" of people we don't like. We call it Guantanamo Bay. And hell, half the dictators in South and Central America must be bad, because our leaders say so. They say they don't like torture, but they use it. They say they don't like drugs, but they prop up regimes that support the drug trade. In short, we want to get Hussein because we can. Because our troops will soon be kicked out of Saudi Arabia. (Yeah, we look the other way at the way women are treated there, at the way political dissidents are tortured there, at the way the Faisal family has systematically plundered that country and its people for lo these many years. Why? Because we like them. We can put troops there, and fly through their air space, and give them aid.) And when they're kicked out of SA, they'll need some place to go, some place that's conveniently next to Iran, our next target.

Soon, after this exercise that will leave thousands dead, that will kill babies and non-combatants, that will be uncovered by the media, so fearful are they that they'll lose sources in the government, that will foment many atrocities and war crimes, after all this, we'll just up and transfer our rhetoric against Iraq to Iran. Iran harbors terrorists. They're building weapons of mass destruction. They kill their own people. And worse of all, they just don't like us.

Yes, I'll be expecting another letter from Charlie Daniels then, after he puts his teeth back in and slurps down another brew. It will be read again, by some chimp with a flair for showing his ass in public, doing what is necessary for ratings, and thought be damned. And it will affect the quality of my life far more than W has, because he'll ruin another morning drive, piss me off with his idiocy and inflamatory, knee-jerk speechifying, and make me realize it's not the smartest people we listen to, just the loudest.

Boys will be (i take)

If everyone in college athletics cheats, does that make it right? When America's self-proclaimed ethicist at the New York Times says it's OK to steal an umbrella if someone has stolen yours, then I guess it's OK to cheat if everyone is doing it.

Jerry Tarkanian, looking like he had a tooth pulled by an 18th-century dentist, appeared on SportsCenter last week to defend himself and Fresno State. He pleaded ignorance. Fresno State should get the death penalty just for hiring him, as should the next school to hire Harrick, soon to be late of Georgia. Punish the alumni who insist on winning at the cost of a school's integrity.

That's why I like what St. Bonaventure has done, starting at the top and cleaning house. Coaches get away with what they can, because they can get over on Athletic Directors. And ADs let it happen because they are, overtly or implicitly, allowed to by the administration of the school. So ditch the president, who was asleep at the wheel if not deliberately cheating. And this one had the gall to say that fudging this poor kid's transcript was "the Franciscan thing to do." Some real Franny should clock him with a sandal. The school made a good move, and I hope they save the AD, who protested this whole welding certificate thing, but was overruled by the OFM-impaired president.

What does it say about college sports when Bob Knight, Hitler in a sweater, makes the classiest move of the week by refusing his salary for this year? What a sad state for the game.