Protests, Police, and Public Education

Well, it's been a long time. I shouldn't have left you, but since I did, I will proceed to make up for it with an update on my life and a rant about the latest outrages in California.

I've been in the doctoral program in the School of Education at Cal for almost a semester now. I love the other students, the faculty, and the luxury of being able to just think. To play with ideas. I am looking forward to a time when I put my ideas to work for students and teachers, but for now, I'm really enjoying just having them and refining them and learning, learning, learning.

For the last two months, I have deliberately avoided all manner of protests. I'm not sure when or where, but I think through a combination of undergraduate activism, my career as a teacher at a small but dysfunctional school, and watching conservative rallies on TV, I developed a strong dislike of activist culture. It's hard to balance the need to involve lots of people with the inevitable glomming-on of crazy people who say things that either are unrelated or go too far or possibly both. And then, as in all politics, it's difficult and rare that the movement resists the temptation to demonize opponents and manipulate the truth, even when that hardly seems necessary to make the case that needs to be made.

I also think the idea of students striking is absurd. Who gets hurt by that besides students themselves? We should go to class and find other ways to get attention for our concerns.

All that said, I am inspired today by the guts shown by the students and faculty who have locked themselves in Wheeler Hall here at UC Berkeley. It seems to me that that gesture puts much more on the line than a rally or a march. I went to the protest today taking place around the building--and I think it's still going on, so I may go back--between noon and 2:30 this afternoon (with one of my best friends, yay!). It was dreary indeed with the downpour, but as the afternoon wore on, the rain let up. Students, faculty, and community members surrounded the building, chanting "My University, Your University," trying to keep the police from taking the protesters inside the building to jail. The Chancellor's latest email says that the protesters are still in the building. I assume that means that the police have been unable or unwilling to break through their barricades.

The issue of public funding for higher education is dear to my heart. I believe strongly that college should be accessible regardless of a student's ability to pay for it. I am proud of my alma mater--Stanford--for the commitment they have shown to this principle in moving to eliminate tuition for all families with a total annual income under $100,000. But Stanford is a small university. The need for accessible higher education in California can only be met through the public system--and an excellent one, at that--that we have.

The UC Regents have just voted to increase student fees (the equivalent of tuition; they don't cover room, board, books, or other supplies) by 32%. Several of my classmates have said that they don't think they will be able to continue in their programs if this increase goes into effect. (I am lucky to have my fees covered by a university fellowship.)

The current trend toward privatizing the university--since it is President Yudof and Governor Schwarzenegger's stated goal, as I understand it, to eliminate public funding altogether, with the belief that the university should be financially self-sufficient--is by no means the only issue, but I think it is the most urgent and the most fundamental. Please do all that you can to educate yourself and those around you about this issue, and make it a sticking point in the upcoming gubernatorial elections.

Post script: I had some interesting interactions with the Berkeley police today. I told one that I respected the fact that he was doing his job, and asked him what he thought about the issues at stake. Where were his kids going to go to school, I asked. He said, "Get abortions." A strange but calm moment.

Post post script: In general, I don't think it is ethical or wise to taunt the police, and some of the things protesters said really bothered me. But for the most part, we calmly and peacefully demonstrated. At one point, we formed a line and pressed forward across the yellow caution tape (though we stayed behind the metal barriers the police were in the process of erecting); a few officers responded by hitting people with their batons. Thankfully, other officers saw this and pulled the offending officers back--but not before they inflicted several scrapes and bruises on protesters. I have a couple of bruises on my arm, but don't worry; this is nothing compared to the painful prospect of losing public higher education in California.

Teeny Emerges!

The caterpillar saga concludes! Teeny emerged from her chrysalis (and turned out to be a female, as one can tell from the spot pattern on her wings) at the somewhat precocious age of 10 days. This is an actual photograph of her. Unfortunately, I wasn't present at the time, but I hear that shortly after she began to fly, she started flirting with another butterfly.

Four more days in Michigan!

The Bounty of Summer

Summer in Ann Arbor is beautiful. I was here once before, for debate camp in high school; my fondest memory from that trip is of benign armies of thick white clouds, hanging in formation across the sky. We don't have clouds like that in the Bay Area, or fireflies. For me, lightning bugs in the evening imbue everything with a glow of simplicity and innocence.

On top of that, it is summer, and I have so much freedom. I got a conference pass to the University of Michigan athletic facilities (courtesy of the School of Education; thanks, guys!), and I swam every day this week except Wednesday! This is amazing, considering that the last time I exercised on a regular basis was when I was stuck in a studio apartment with Wii Fit. My first three swims weren't that enjoyable; they felt like moral but not really physical triumphs. This last time was really nice, though, and I feel like I'm progressing toward fitness. I started with 1/4 of a mile, and I'm able to do it now under 10 minutes and without feeling tired at the end. It's my goal to keep swimming regularly once classes start at the end of August, and I think it should be possible if I make it a habit to get up at the same time or maybe even a little later than I would have gotten up for work this year. There are certain conditions that are conducive to me exercising, and at least a few will be met: swimming will be free and it should be easy to get to a pool; I'll have an exercise buddy in Na'amah, who was great at getting me to go cycling with her in college; and I'm hoping to sign up for a yoga class, and if I do, I'll definitely go to it.

Besides general summery-ness and getting good exercise, I am having a wonderful time here because I'm surrounded by great people at work and at home. I'm staying with an old friend of Patrick's and her husband, and they are totally my speed. We felt lazy today (Saturday) and instead of doing a touristy thing as planned, we stayed in and baked cookies, quiche, and stromboli and made amazing sushi with sweet potato fries, spicy mayo, avocado, cucumber, eggs, and shitakes (not all of those went into every roll), all while listening to Louis Prima.

At the university, I've been working weird hours but getting fed extremely well and getting to know some cool people (including a guy who plays the accordion in a punk band!). There's a research team from Berkeley, so I've enjoyed meeting people I'll work with there. I'm also connecting with the people in math education here at the University of Michigan, and I think there's a good chance that we'll do more together in the future. I can't say enough good things about Deborah Ball; besides being incredibly brave about making her teaching public, she is really, really sweet and caring. She sent me a text message today just telling me she's glad I'm here and hoping I'm having a nice Saturday!

There have been plenty of interesting discussions, and the students are doing a great job. More about all that later.

Mexico #11 + US #1

No summer in Mexico City is complete without a dose of Diego Rivera. The last touristy things we did—besides shopping for artesania and going to see Harry Potter (in English with Spanish subtitles)— were to go to Anahuacalli, which Rivera built for his collection of pre-Hispanic art and artifacts, and the little museum downtown where his 1947 mural, Sueño de una tarde dominical en la Alameda Central, or Dream of a Sunday Afternoon on the Alameda, is housed. I remain impressed and a little disturbed by the sweep of his vision across history and into the future. These pieces are more on the impressive side, for sure. Anahuacalli is a work of art in itself, with some interesting mosaics by Rivera and great attention to Mayan and Mexica myths and architecture (mixed in with hammer-and-sickle motifs, of course). The collection Rivera established there includes a wide array of objects, some everyday and some ceremonial, in excellent condition for being 500 years old and older.

I'm now back in the US, still adjusting to speaking English to strangers. The weather in Michigan has been lovely so far (and very similar to Mexico City's), with highs in the upper 70s and some rain. I'm staying with friends who found the egg of a monarch butterfly 15 days ago, and we are now engaged in a vigil to see the resulting caterpillar break out of his skin and make his chrysalis. (I think caterpillars don't actually have a gender—it develops as part of their metamorphosis—but it doesn't seem right to call him “It.” Sarah has raised him from an egg and is even considering saving his surprisingly abundant poop for his Baby Book.) He's been hanging in J-formation since last night. It's very exciting yet also somewhat like watching paint dry. A strange paradox. Aaahh, he's wiggling all around and it looks like his head is going to pop off any minute!! Oh, he's still again. Poor guy. It must be so exhausting to try and burst out of your own skin. AAAHHH, it happened! I saw this!!


(Thank you, Evanson Art, for really detailed information and great photos on the life cycle of the monarch butterfly.)

The skin over his head split and he wiggled and wiggled it off of his three-centimeter body. It was SO CRAZY. His little legs wiggled off! Well, probably it was just leg-shaped skin. But what happened to his legs? How did he cover himself in a jade-green case under his stripey black and yellow skin? What went on in the 15.5 hours between letting go of the top of the jar and bursting like this? He's so little! Will he be a little butterfly? Do butterflies grow after they emerge? Wowowowow!!

Another friend started what he is calling his “America List,” of things he likes about America. I'm all for such a project; though it runs the risk of promoting American exceptionalism, I think it's important for us to constantly exhibit—and remember—our pride in America, as well as our most just criticisms. So it got me thinking, what would be on my list?

1. Stability of government. I am fascinated by the Supreme Court, and by many of the presidents we have had, but what I really appreciate is the structure that has been flexible enough to accommodate so much change in material realities as well as values. Political movements don't need to be revolutionary—in the sense of revolution that involves overthrowing the government—in order to affect change. I am very, very thankful for this. It may be easy for college students discovering radicalism to quote Che, but so many revolutions (and certainly Ernesto 'Che' Guevara's) are violent and come with so much loss—and bring only questionable gains. Thank you, America, for the Constitution and its amendments, for the Supreme Court, for George Washington and the peaceful transfer of power.


2. American music. Most of the things I like about America are not things that I feel need to be justified as uniquely American; they can be true about other countries and still be things I like about his one. I guess this is true about music as well, but honestly, who can compete? The blues, jazz, soul, hip hop ... I was shopping in a market in Mexico City and purchased a picture frame. As she wrapped it for me, the attendant pulled out the photo of Angelina Jolie. I jokingly said, “I don't get to keep it??” She went on to question Angelina's capacity to be a good mother, then to raise a lament for Michael Jackson's children. American pop culture is not only everywhere, it's dominant in most countries I can think of (at least in urban areas). I'm not proud of High School Musical, and especially after watching his memorial, I feel at best ambivalent about MJ as a person. But he was an incredible artist, and I'm proud to be proud of the musical tradition that he is part of.


3. Diversity. It is awesome to be part of a culture that has attracted people with so many different backgrounds, and even though it hasn't always welcomed these people, it has incorporated their beliefs, customs, and cuisines to the point where the mixture itself is what defines it. This encourages a kind of constant cultural renewal and rethinking. And it tastes good.


4. Natural resources. The sheer size of the US, with coasts on two oceans and all kinds of prairie, plains, and mountains in between makes it beautiful—and an economic powerhouse that is pretty darn pleasant to live in. We get to have things like water fountains. It is fantastic.


5. Barack Obama and his entire multi-continental family. I feel like this is my country in a way that I never have before, for so many reasons. Thank you, America—and the Bush Administration—for giving me this chance.

The caterpillar/chrysalis shrank! The top half got all smushed, and now it's only 1.5 cm! Wow little guy. You are amazing.

Yale Bologna Fest, here we come!

Mexico #10

We spent last week in Merida, in the northwestern part of the Yucatan Peninsula. Went there to visit with Patrick's dad and his wife (George and Susy). Susy is from Mexico and lived in Merida for some time, and they've bought a house there to live in part-time. Her sisters live there now, and they are really very sweet. Highlights of the Yucatan include: Mayan ruins, fresh fish everywhere, some lovely beaches, and interesting wildlife. Our itinerary:

Monday: Lunch at 100% Natural, a chain restaurant with lots of fresh juices and whole grains. Went to Chedraui, a huge Wal-Mart like store, to stock up on groceries and miscellaneous household items. Spent some time deliberating on which cheese would make the best quesadillas.

Tuesday: Ruins at Dzibilchaltun. At the equinoxes, the rising sun shines precisely though the doorway in the main temple (at left). My fav part was the cenote, where we swam and were nibbled upon by the little fish. Though it is shallow enough to wade in on one end, it extends down some 44 meters on the other side. In this flat, salt-water dominated landscape, cenotes were once essential sources of fresh water. Some of them are connected by underground rivers (as suggested by the helpful diagram below) with caves that you can tour, but we didn't do any of that on this trip. We did go to the beach at Progreso, where the wind is strong and the water of the Gulf is warm as anything. Delightful swim.

Wednesday: Home Depot. (Merida is full of American and American-style developments.) George and Susy's house is still coming together. We got a drill bit to go through the concrete walls (everything is concrete) and some other odds and ends. Then to downtown Merida, where we enjoyed a free exhibit of incredible Goya prints at an art center of some kind. He really engraved a wide range of horrified/horrifying expressions. Observed that parts of the downtown still have some colonial-era beauty, but overall it is on the dirty, hot and crowded side of things.

Thursday: More ruins. Opted for the less-crowded Uxmal over Chichen. The pyramid was big and there were enormous iguanas everywhere. Looking at the pictures, I realize how neat a place it is (somehow, the feel of it reminded me of the Getty Museum), but at the time I was very hot (temperatures reaching above 100 degrees Fahrenheit) and bothered by mosquito bites. This was before I discovered Avapena (cloropiramina, it says), a medication that replaces the hormone that my body is missing to help it process bites without blowing up, or something. As with all medications in Mexico, it is sold over the counter, and I got it on the recommendation of a veterinarian (and excellent chef) who is Susy's brother-in-law. Now I have it and I feel much better. Anyway there is a Mayan pyramid at Uxmal that was supposedly built and re-built five times, each time larger. We saw an old photograph and realized that the current restoration is quite significant, from repairing broken walls to landscaping.


Friday: Flamingos! Did I say it was flat and salty? These conditions are perfect for the tall pink birds, and even though peak season for their migration doesn't come until August, we saw dozens of them, dunking their heads in the shallow lakes, napping on one leg, ignoring the cormorants, and generally looking much cooler than they do in the zoo. Also, we hadn't seen enough ruins yet, so we took a short turnoff marked Zona Arqueologica: Xcambo. It was actually my favorite site; the smaller scale made it much easier to imagine the way people would have lived there (and I was on Avapena). If Chichen Itza were New York, Uxmal might be Chicago and Xcambo might be Albany. Friday was further packed with a search for the perfect beach, which we very nearly found in the form of a stretch of shore served by the restaurant Bella Mar, owned by a Korean-Mexican couple. More warm, warm water, lots of beautiful shells, a strong breeze keeping things cool (and mosquitoes off!), and yummy fish dishes. We had to walk some 30 feet out to reach water deep enough to swim in, which meant that there was lots of shallow water to explore. We found a starfish!


Saturday: We left Merida just as Master Ou arrived. He is at the center of a pangu qigong conference that Susy worked hard to plan while the rest of us played at the ruins and the beaches.

I think I've gotten the hang of putting pictures on my blog, but it's always hard to tell how they'll show up on screens with different dimensions (but remember, you can always click on an image to see it larger). Also, blogging takes forever! I have other stuff to do, man. Before I go, here's one more photo, of a small but brilliantly colored lizard.

Not that Far

Though I'm still in Mexico, I've followed some of the news in the U.S. and, thanks to YouTube, watched President Obama's speech to the NAACP and excerpts from Judge Sotomayor's confirmation hearings.

My interest in the Supreme Court is as old as any academic interest I can remember. I think it's related to the ability of the justices to apply their political convictions without thinking about political repercussions or feasibility; the decisions--and dissentions--of the Court reflect their times in a different way than do legislation or speeches by elected officials. To me, the relationship between the Court, the law, and the values and norms of American society is fascinating.

One recent case that has caught my attention is Redding v. Safford. You probably heard about the school officials conducting a strip search of a 13-year-old girl, on an unverified tip that she was hiding ibuprofen. One reason this is significant to me is that I have seen a lot of things at my school of questionable legality, including searches and unofficial expulsions. I do believe that there is a different standard of constitutional protections inside schools, but there must be limits on what school officials can do to students. (As a side note, it is troubling to me that despite being a small community that strives for mutual accountability and trust, we often respond to allegations of theft at YWLCS by saying there is nothing we can do, and when we do conduct searches, they often target White and Latina students, the minority groups in the school.) Unfortunately, I don't think the opinions of the Supreme Court reach down to YWLCS--though I do hope that under new leadership, which the school recently gained, we'll see some improvements in school culture.

The second reason this case seems particularly relevant to me at the moment is the way it reveals the role of gender on the Court. In a much-quoted interview with USA Today, Justice Ginsburg makes it clear that because of her gender, some of her perceptions in this case and in others vary from those of her male peers on the bench: "You know the line that Sandra and I keep repeating ... that 'at the end of the day, a wise old man and a wise old woman reach the same judgment'? But there are perceptions that we have because we are women. It's a subtle influence."

Ginsburg goes on to say that most of the time, the conclusions that she comes to are seldom different from her colleagues' as a result of gender. But sometimes the difference is significant, as in the case of Lilly Ledbetter. As the interview states, "the court — with Ginsburg vigorously dissenting — narrowly ruled [in the Ledbetter case] that women could not sue for pay inequities resulting from sex discrimination that had occurred years earlier." Again quoting the interview, Ginsburg "was openly frustrated that some of her male colleagues, in her view, might not have understood the discrimination women face on the job." To me, it is easy to imagine how a person who is very much against gender discrimination in theory but who does not see it as a serious problem in practice (they might think, for example, that it is not widespread, or that when it does occur it is not difficult to address and overcome) can come to a conclusion that is different and which has very different implications for society than the conclusion arrived at by a person who is equally opposed in theory but who has a different set of experiences which indicate that is is a serious problem in practice. Obviously, that set of experiences is informed by many factors, gender being only one.

All of this takes me back to the top of the post. I think that Judge Sotomayor brings a set of experiences to her work that are important to include in the jurisprudence of our diverse and pluralistic nation. She seems eminently qualified and there is no doubt in my mind that in some cases, her background will allow her some insight that other justices will miss, just as in other cases, their various backgrounds will allow them certain insights.

I don't believe that all the conclusions that people of color come to as a result of living as part of minority groups are right; indeed, they couldn't be, because they are as diverse and contradictory as can be. But there's a reason we relish the idea of pulling yourself up by your bootstraps in this country, isn't there? What does someone who has been through that see, that someone who was born into a life of comfort and wealth doesn't? In a similar but obviously not identical way, living without the privilege of being in the majority informs one's perceptions. A commentator on bloggingheads put it this way: "For people who only know the wood-paneled office in New York ... just like she has 15 more years on the bench than John Roberts, she has ... more experience, she knows more about America." Sotomayor may not have better experience, just more, in the commentator's analysis.

In the quote that won't go away, Sotomayor says: "I would hope that a wise Latina woman, with the richness of her experiences, would more often than not reach a better conclusion than a white male who hasn't lived that life." I think it's reasonable, in general, to hope that someone with more experience would use those experiences to come to better decisions than someone with less experience. I regret that race politics are such that this remark has stirred up such anxiety on the behalf of white males, plenty of whom have confronted difficult issues that have enriched their experiences, and many of whom have not. I know this is true because of the interactions I've had, including conversations explicitly about race and privilege.

It strikes me as absurd to claim that the law should be made without regard to personal beliefs and experiences. Those beliefs and experiences are what drive and inspire us, and we should talk about them, work out their consequences, and use them to fuel the debates about our policies and our future that our democracy requires. To me, it is far more frightening to imagine a world where government is driven by machines that do not have beliefs or experiences but run on some program, say Constitution 2.9 or NCLB 2001, than to live with a government that is run by people who make mistakes but who can be flexible enough to acknowledge those mistakes, explore them when necessary, and improve.

I feel like I've really rambled and not said anything particularly original, but I would be honored to hear your responses, disagreements, etc. in the comments section or in person, or via email, whatever ...

On a related but divergent note, I need to do some research on the racial achievement gap. I would love to see some data comparing achievement of minority students in schools where they are part of the majority, where they are part of a small minority, and where no one race makes up the majority of the student body.

I guess this leaves my comments about Obama's speech as a kind of postscript. Well, I loved it, and the focus on specific issues that are important for America at large with special salience in the black community, but my favorite part wasn't something he said. It was the vibrance of the cheer when he called on the NAACP to fight discrimination against "our gay brothers and sisters." I feel encouraged.

Mexico #9

We got away from the city for a wonderfully long weekend in Malinalco. It was only a day and a half, but the time stretched the way it does when there's no TV and no internet. The town is in a little valley, and it is famous for a Mexica (Aztec) temple carved into the side of one of the surrounding mountains. The 90-minute bus ride there was striking, passing through a type of landscape that I have never seen before in Mexico: incredibly lush and green but not yet tropical--in contrast with the dry northern deserts I'm used to--and full of small farms, with their sheep, dogs, horses, donkeys.



We walked up to the temple and enjoyed not only the ruins but the beautiful views. Signs on the path were trilingual, in Spanish, English and Nahuatl (the indigenous Mexica language), but we didn't hear any of the latter during our stay. Left: A wall of a pyramid some 15 feet tall. Center: The town. Right: The mountains.

Mexico #8

Spending this summer in Mexico, again based in Mexico City. (The #8 marks the continuation of my Mexico series from 2007; this is absolutely a way of copping out on giving my blog posts creative titles.) Our address is Calle General Juan Cano 129, #202; you can actually find it on Google Maps! The apartment belongs to our friend Alma, whose class Patrick TAed last year and who is an excellent, excellent writer. She has a wikipedia page! Anyway, we're staying in an apartment left vacant by her regular tenant for the summer.

The kitchen is behind Patrick. The front door is to his right, the bedroom is to his left, and there is a den (with futon and TV) across from the bedroom. If Patrick looked up, he would see the living room. For contrast, see the photo of the hostel basement where we stayed in 2007.



The first week was not particularly eventful, but we did do a small amount of sightseeing, including a visit to the Torre Latinoamericana downtown. When it was built in the 1950s, its forty-four floors made it the tallest building in Latin America. An artist has planted a bamboo+fern garden in front of it.

If you are wondering what Mexico City looks like, here are some views from the tower. First, some taller buildings and the big park, Chapultepec. (The park's name is based on the Aztec word for grasshopper; for photos of the gorgeous late-colonial castle there, see this blog post.) Next, some shorter, more typical buildings, and the main plaza. You can glimpse mountains in the distance, which ring the city; they should be much clearer, but there's a lot of air pollution.




And just for fun, from the tower as well:

Knitting Fun

Our friends are having a baby, so when I saw this pattern for a soft and fluffy crab at knitty.com, I had to knit it for them. I'd like to say I knit it for the baby, but I don't know how much a baby can really appreciate a stuffed crab. I'm not even sure how much a couple of adults can enjoy one, but I hope that since these two are pretty cool and creative, it's an amount greater than 0. I know I've had a lot of fun making it and playing with it.

The knitty one is cute--thanks, Amber Allison (designer). I modified it somewhat, so my crab's legs aren't as fat as hers. I added a little rattle inside, too, so mine is definitely louder. Not that much louder, though; I don't want it to be annoying! Plus as you see, I have a cute hubby to go with mine.



I knit some socks, too. The yarn, Noro Kureyon, did most of the work; I bought it for its crazy colors and color changes. No, the socks do not match--or they do, but not in the typical identical twins way that socks do. The stitch is Falling Leaves, also courtesy of knitty, though I sort of improvised on the sock pattern.

I've been thinking about education a lot lately, of course, but I'm not sure what to post because so many of my ideas are so unformed, and I'm not sure how comfortable I am having a public journal of thoughts that are bound to shift and evolve, especially when those thoughts could affect my career. I will say that I am re-reading Lisa Delpit's Other People's Children, and I'm appreciating it a lot more this time around. I've also been getting into the curriculum for the Elementary Mathematics Laboratory in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Here are the Core Questions of EML (from last year's slide show):

1. What is involved in expecting complex mathematical work of every student, and enabling it?
2. How can teachers work to reverse patterns of inequity related to race, family income, language, and gender in their teaching of mathematics?
3. What does it take to build a respectful and mathematically-focused learning environment?
4. How can professional educators make the intricate and often “invisible” work of teaching available to and learnable by others?

I am excited about these questions and the opportunity to work with some really cool people this summer!

Up the Narrows

My best photo from the drive from Chicago to San Francisco. We hiked up/in/through the Virgin River, which has cut amazing canyons through Zion National Park. (All the names are Mormon.)

Patrick has some really nice photos, too, of the columbines hanging from the canyon walls, and the red rock that is so characteristic of that part of Utah. Check out his blog.

We left our nice camera at the lovely bed and breakfast, so it wouldn't get wet. I was pretty impressed by the results we got with the little point-and-shoot. And glad we left the big one behind; there were parts of the hike where I was in up to my neck, and a really excited Asian girl had to pull me through to shallower water. She was REALLY excited. It was sweet.

Up

A magical film. (The animated short at the beginning was charming, too!)

There and Back Again

Arrived in SF last Thursday. Thank goodness for fathers, especially mine, who flew out to Chicago, helped us load the Budget truck, and then drove halfway across the country with us, providing much-needed relief on the 2300-mile trip. We stopped in Mt. Vernon, Iowa for a nice dinner with Mary (Patrick's mom) and John; Denver, where we stayed with Jeff (Patrick's cousin) and Kathleen after almost 16 hours on the road; Zion National Park, where we spent a day and a half with Auntie Diane and Uncle Garth; and Bakersfield, where we admired Dad's negotiating skills at the Best Western.

Some of the advantages so far, starting with the obvious but unavoidable: the weather has been GREAT. Went to little cousin's birthday party and enjoyed the sun on the patio--not to mention knowing that I'll get to see everyone again before Christmas--and had an exhausting but wonderful bike ride this morning in the South Bay (I've missed you, hills!). I love living in the Sunset and being so close to the park, the beach, locally grown produce (even if it is more expensive), more Chinese people, so much good food ... places where people are always walking ...

Disadvantages: I saw an old lady pull down her pants and poop on the sidewalk!!!

Photos to follow. Of the trip, not the pooping. (Ewww!)

I Scream, You Scream

We all scream for swine flu!

A school in Chicago closed because of it. Not my school--which I am very glad for, because we'd have to make up any lost days in June--but we did have a girl submit herself to the emergency room and later, the school clinic. The tests came back negative. My class went better without her, though.

Speaking of June, we're moving back to California! Any suggestions for places we should stop on the drive west?

New Blog

Of student poetry. Check it out.

I Dream

I am from a clash of Color,
From an idea of love, modeled for others' perception.
I see me as I am, but am hidden from others' views.
I am who I am, but a living contradiction to my peers.
I see life as a blessing, a gift granted to me.
Why should my tint describe me? Why should my culture degrade me?
Why should the ignorance of another conjure my presence?
Too many times I've been disappointed by the looks,
By the sneers and misconceptions of the people who don't get me,
Who don't understand why it hurts.

I dream of a place of glory and freedom,
Of losing the weight of oppression on my back.
I dream of the enlightenment of people,
Of the opening of their eyes.
I dream for acceptance,
And for the blessing of feeling special just once.
One moment of glory ... for the true virtue in my life.
For the glimmer of freedom, and a rise in real pride.

-Pablo Vega
Chapel Hill High School, North Carolina

I feel like I could have written the first stanza, more or less. It describes a lot.

I am proud of who I am. Know that.

Inauguration Day

After spending Election Night in Grant Park, I felt I should find a place to take in the inauguration with good company ... so I went to a neighborhood place for breakfast. The atmosphere was more than worth the walk in the snow. Talking with the woman at the table next to me, I found that I wasn't the only one who would've wished for a more emotionally fulfilling address from our new President (and watching him at the luncheon, he seems tired), but all the same, what a day. A very happy day. To see how closely our country packed the Washington Mall, the flags waving, the love and hope and unity ... I can't believe that this is ours.

Speechwise, Rev. Lowery's benediction was by far my favorite part. Here is a transcript, copied from http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif.

"God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, thou who has brought us thus far along the way, thou who has by thy might led us into the light, keep us forever in the path, we pray, lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met thee, lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget thee. Shadowed beneath thy hand may we forever stand -- true to thee, O God, and true to our native land.

"We truly give thanks for the glorious experience we've shared this day. We pray now, O Lord, for your blessing upon thy servant, Barack Obama, the 44th president of these United States, his family and his administration. He has come to this high office at a low moment in the national and, indeed, the global fiscal climate. But because we know you got the whole world in your hand, we pray for not only our nation, but for the community of nations. Our faith does not shrink, though pressed by the flood of mortal ills.

"For we know that, Lord, you're able and you're willing to work through faithful leadership to restore stability, mend our brokenness, heal our wounds and deliver us from the exploitation of the poor or the least of these and from favoritism toward the rich, the elite of these.

"We thank you for the empowering of thy servant, our 44th president, to inspire our nation to believe that, yes, we can work together to achieve a more perfect union. And while we have sown the seeds of greed -- the wind of greed and corruption, and even as we reap the whirlwind of social and economic disruption, we seek forgiveness and we come in a spirit of unity and solidarity to commit our support to our president by our willingness to make sacrifices, to respect your creation, to turn to each other and not on each other.

"And now, Lord, in the complex arena of human relations, help us to make choices on the side of love, not hate; on the side of inclusion, not exclusion; tolerance, not intolerance.

"And as we leave this mountaintop, help us to hold on to the spirit of fellowship and the oneness of our family. Let us take that power back to our homes, our workplaces, our churches, our temples, our mosques, or wherever we seek your will.

"Bless President Barack, First Lady Michelle. Look over our little, angelic Sasha and Malia.

"We go now to walk together, children, pledging that we won't get weary in the difficult days ahead. We know you will not leave us alone, with your hands of power and your heart of love.

"Help us then, now, Lord, to work for that day when nation shall not lift up sword against nation, when tanks will be beaten into tractors, when every man and every woman shall sit under his or her own vine and fig tree, and none shall be afraid; when justice will roll down like waters and righteousness as a mighty stream.

"Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get back, when brown can stick around -- (laughter) -- when yellow will be mellow -- (laughter) -- when the red man can get ahead, man -- (laughter) -- and when white will embrace what is right.

"Let all those who do justice and love mercy say amen."

AUDIENCE: Amen!

REV. LOWERY: Say amen --

AUDIENCE: Amen!

REV. LOWERY: -- and amen.

AUDIENCE: Amen! (Cheers, applause.)

END.

I finally got around to taking this picture today, of a sign put up by Mayor Daley in November. We need some new signs now, Mr. Mayor! He's not the President Elect any more!

Attempting to Serve

It's the third Monday in January (already??), so we're observing Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday. I love that I got several emails from the Obama people (including a video of Michelle!) calling for community service. My first reaction was, my whole job is service, I'm taking the day off! But then I realized I have nothing better to do, so I signed up for an event at a high school in my neighborhood.

I went over there this morning and it turns out the thing I wanted to volunteer for is actually on the North Side. I am not going there. The stuff at the high school was mostly symbolic, like painting a mural for peace or folding 1000 paper cranes. I'm not really into that. I had a Plan B, though; I headed to the hospital to donate blood. I reasoned that while it would be a smaller donation of time than the cleanup I had been planning to do (at a transitional home for people living with HIV and AIDS), it would still be very personal.

After going through the battery of preliminary questions (which took forever because of my dangerous record of international travel) and tests (my iron levels are good!), the nurse and I discovered that I miss the minimum weight requirements. By 1.5 pounds. (They have enormous digital scales now. No more sliding the triple-beam balance.) Arghhh. The ladies still thanked me profusely for trying, giving me orange juice and a gift card for the hospital cafeteria.

I tried to do right by this day. Oh well. I guess I'll go back to lesson planning now.

How are you spending King's birthday?

Waiting for Inauguration Day

Wow, it's been a while since I've posted. I am not very good at blogging.



Our neighborhood Walgreens, on Lake Park and 55th, is "Barack Obama Headquarters." They sell lots of Obama gear and have autographed pictures of him hanging in their photo department. This is definitely my favorite thing about Chicago. I haven't decided what to do on Tuesday yet ... I'm going to a bar with a friend in the evening, for some kind of bluegrass show that sounds celebratory. For the actual swearing in, etc., I also want to be with other people. (My school is closing for the day, but it's unusual in that respect.) There are a lot of options, so I'm sure I'll figure something out.

The weather here has been COLD. More than 20 below last week. It made school rather subdued (lots of kids stayed home rather than brave those temperatures, especially if they had to take the bus--but for others, school was the warmest place they could be during the day). It hasn't been too hard for me to stay warm, though. I'm eating lots of soup and curling up under a sleeping bag to watch HBO's John Adams. I've only seen the first two episodes. It's fascinating how relevant so many of its issues still are. What, for example, are the moral limits for a people fighting a system that is theoretically just but practically violent and hypocritical? As a side note, I'm glad tarring and feathering has gone out of vogue. I didn't realize it was so brutal. Oakland, what can be said?

Martin Luther King, Jr. would have been 80 years old last Friday.

I'm holding my breath for Barack Obama. Holding my breath for change.