Frogs

  • Greenfrog_1

  • Frogs and Ravens 1.0
    The original version of this blog.

Animal

  • Feet as Landscape
    Studies in animal life, including human.

Vegetable

  • Blue-Grey Mushrooms
    Visual explorations of the botanical world

Food

  • Krispy Kremes
    That which nourishes us

Curios

  • Name Tag
    A miscellany of oddities, not unlike an old-fashioned curiosity cabinet.

Sun, Moon, Stars

  • Twilight
    The celestial bodies that surround our planet

Mineral

  • Sandstone Steps
    Representatives from the geological world.

Crafts

  • Plied Tencel Yarn
    When creativity strikes...

Motion

  • Shisa Plane
    The technologies of movement

Shelter

  • Pinecone Lamps
    The spaces we inhabit

Scape

  • Marsh
    Landscape, vista, place... this category is meant to contain them all.

Air, Fire, Water

  • Monsoon
    The forces of entropy and beauty at work

Travel

  • Fleece Fair 2007 - Booty
    Whereever you go, there you are...

2008.04.22

Thoreau's Laundry

Today is Earth Day.  It is therefore a good time to think about the environmental movement, and its younger sibling, the green movement.  In particular, I wish to call attention to the ways that it intersects with the gendered structure of our society.  Odd as it may seem, gender influences how we frame our goals, the techniques we use to "save the planet," who speaks, and who bears the burdens of environmental action.

(Warning: this is long.  Also, note that gender and people are not the same thing.)

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2008.04.16

Healthy Frustration

If nothing else, the primary run between Clinton and Obama has, I believe, been useful for opening dialogs among progressives about sexism, racism, and other forms of embedded privilege.

I'm not going to deny that it has been ugly.  Some "progressive" sites have proven to be anything but, instead being rabid partisans defending their candidate against all comers, as if that candidate is the second coming.  The disconnect between the means and the stated ends of getting a "progressive" (which in this case gets reduced down to "not Bush" or "not the GOP") candidate in office is shocking and brutal.

Yet it also seems to me that I'm seeing something good emerge from the fray - at least on blogs like Shakesville.  What I am seeing is a massive cluesticking of progressives about the extent of their privilege, about where their blind spots lie, and so on.  I see men being startled to realize that, yes, they are feminists.  I see straight people learning to see homophobia - and learning to respect the experience and wisdom of their GLBT allies when those allies call out homophobia that these straight progressives don't see.  And I see white people learning to admit their privilege and racist blinkers, and to listen when people of color explain what they see.

I generally think I'm pretty good on the feminism thing, and on the GLBT issues, and with issues of classism, or ageism, or fat-phobia.  I am learning, however, that I have much farther to go in terms of racism, particularly the racism that is directed towards black men and women.

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2008.04.15

A Note to My White Readers

(This post is inspired by The Angry Black Woman's call for a Carnival of Allies.)

Guess what?  You, like me, are racist.

Before you get angry at me, stop for a minute.  I'll explain what I mean.

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2008.04.09

New Look for Spring

Enjoy!

2008.03.28

A Question for My Colleagues in the Teaching Professions

I was having a discussion with some of my colleagues the other day about something we've all noticed in our current crop of students (yeah, I climbed back into the adjunct tree - helps with the bills, you know?).

It is this - as a group, they seem remarkably blind when it comes to seeing arguments in the stuff they read/view/discuss, and when it comes to thinking about their own arguments. 

They write reviews that enumerate everything that an author "discusses" - but they never seem to see what the author has to say about a given subject or source, or even why the author might be discussing that topic or source in the first place. 

I point out the ways that an author is taking a stance on an issue, and ask them to look at what he or she is trying to claim and defend, and I get blank stares.

They will happily talk at length about the implications of the subjects that form the basis of an author's examination, but not of the author's own position on the issue.

They do not like being asked to write papers that require them to state an opinion and defend it.  They want to write narrative "and then this happened" descriptions of events, not to analyze them or interpret them.  They do not seem to understand why vague generalities are not effective claims, nor effective evidence.

They are also more confused about the differences between primary and secondary sources than any other cohort I've taught.

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2008.03.18

Stuff Rana Likes

I've been thinking about race lately.  Partly it's because when one teaches post-Civil War history, it's pretty hard to ignore.  Partly it's been in the context of the current political season, and the on-going question of whether racism or sexism is the bigger unsolved problem.  Certainly Obama's recent Speech offers powerful commentary on the experience of race in this country.

Right now I am getting the most pleasure and having the most thoughts provoked by the site Stuff White People Like.

The site works well enough on the surface, as a collection of observations about stereotypical behavior displayed by a certain category of white Americans.  As a number of commenters note, it also engages with issues of class and regional identity, and ethnicity.  Where it really works for me is in the way it cleverly and quietly satirizes the larger social activity of reducing a given racial group to a stereotype based on a small, not necessarily representative, subset of that racial group.  Such stereotyping has typically been done to racial groups that lack power and numbers, and typically such stereotypes are negative; even the positive ones, though - think "blacks are good at sports" or "Asians are good at math" - carry within them a dialogue about who gets to say what about whom, and whose stereotypes are given the weight of social approval and whose are not.

So it is both hilarious and intriguing to see white people reduced down to a bunch of liberal neo-yuppies of the sort typically found in the Style section of the New York Times.

It is also productive to read the comments, some because they are in fact insightful and often funny, others because they illustrate the dynamics of race in our society so well.  Not least is the way that white commenters often fail to recognize the ways privilege has operated (and still operates) to protect them from more malicious stereotyping with the weight of our legal and social institutions behind it.  (Making fun of white people in this country simply is not the same as making fun of other racial groups, despite the surface similiarities - and that's part of the joke.)

There are the white people who are offended because the site appears to be mocking white people in general (many assume that the site author is a non-white person - which is not the case). 

There are the white people who are offended because they don't fit the stereotype and resent having it applied to them. 

There are the white people who express enthusiastic recognition of themselves in the posts; there are those who express rueful recognition of themselves in some of the posts (I'm in this camp, as I sit here on my Patagonia-clad ass while typing on my blog on my Apple iBook and drinking Britta-filtered water from my Sigg water bottle). 

There are the self-identified people belonging to other racial groups expressing their enthusiasm at seeing white people being given this all-too-familiar treatment.  Sometimes this produces angry rejoinders from the offended white people - but this is surprisingly rare.

There are others who want to add their own observations about what white people like. 

A few express a certain chagrin at how much they themselves resemble these stereotypes when it comes to their own choices in food, clothing, etc.

And there are a very few (belonging to a variety of racial groups, at least when self-identified - not everyone does) who understand what the author of the blog is doing with these stereotypes - though the more aware are cognizant of the possibility that this sort of meta-reading may itself be part of what "white people like" and that what we're seeing as satire may be more a massive joke on all of us. 

(Hence perhaps the calls from a regular contingent for a post about how one of the things that white people like is reading and commenting on Stuff White People Like.)

In the end, the reason why I like it is that it does a nice job embodying the complexities of the issue and how challenging it is to think about them clearly.

That, and it makes me laugh. 

2008.03.12

Time Rushing Past

Spring is upon us.  The trees are budding and blossoming and swelling with the promise of summer.  Grackels and robins swirl around the neighborhood in great clouds, their voices clanging from the branches, their beaks bobbing up and down in the grass.  Squirrels are attempting to remember where they hid all those acorns.  Sparrows are squabbling over prime nesting spots inside clothesline pipes and atop porch lanterns.  Inside the house, flies spontaneously generate out of air and dust and drifting cat hair; I have become a leaping samurai warrior, armed with a blue-tipped flyswatter, declaring death to these buzzing black concentrations of matter.

I pass among this bustling whirl of growth and energy, and I look at it, and remark upon it - and yet I fail to set it down in words and images, in pixels and megabytes and photons glowing through the screen.  Teaching is sprawling through my life like a massive underground fungus; the classes and lectures are only the fruiting bodies peeking up between the leaves.  Below the surface the tendrils reach out and infiltrate all parts of my life, waking and sleeping.  I find myself dreaming in PowerPoint slides.  I struggle to find clear ground, bare rock upon which I can stand and contemplate the changes around me.

In other words, I've been too busy to write.  Forgive me.

2008.02.28

A Practical Sort of Hope

In a post at Creek Running North, commenter jmartin offered a great response to the question of how do we give kids the straight story about the condition of the world without destroying their hopes for the future.  I'm quoting what jmartin said, because I think it works well for adults too.

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2008.02.20

Cross-Species Play

The cat and I have developed a game.  Most of the time when I play with the cat, it is me taking advantage of her instincts to provide entertainment.  I trail a feather along the back of the chair, roll acorns at her feet, toss milk bottle rings in the air for her to catch. 

This game is one that she helped invent.  It is a game with rules, designed for two players taking turns.  It is fascinating to me that such a thing can exist, between two such different creatures, one a tall bipedal primate with lousy stalking skills and the other a small black feline who is not always very bright, even by cat standards.

The game is a combination of tag and hide and go seek.  One person hides behind the edge of something - a door, a wall, a piece of furniture.  The other slowly sneaks up.  Both players are hoping to catch the other one unawares; the hider by peeking out while the sneaker is still mid-sneak, the sneaker by surprising the hider first. 

Usually she is the one who hides, and I'm the one who "sneaks," poorly, in squeaky clogs over creaky wooden floors, my big two-footed self ill-suited to quiet dashes.  I'm almost always caught. 

Sometimes, I'm the one who hides, peering around the edge of the door in an enticing manner until she begins her creeping attack.  Last night I was hiding behind the bathroom door, and she kept creeping, and running away, and creeping back.  I had been looking around the edge of the door at head-height, and she was beginning to catch on, watching that spot before I'd even poked my head out.  So - a new strategy.  I hunkered down, and looked around the edge below the doorknob. 

I surprised her, but she had quick reflexes and leaped at my head, feet and toes spread wide.  Yikes!

I decided to go back to peeking out above the doorknob.

She leaps four feet into the air!

I startle!



I think she won that round.

2008.02.05

Three Poems

Flugue State

I do not have the energy
for walking
fast
quick
confident

I drift along
at the pace
of
a breath

I tell
myself
that it is
a moving
meditation
a chance
to reflect
on
the world
as it
goes by

But really
it is
just...

slow.

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