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Monday, October 19, 2009

It's Monday...it's Japanese take out night

Every Monday, I love to watch my favorite comedies: Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, and Two and a Half Men. (Yeah, I know, right now Accidentally on Purpose is sandwiched in there, but I predict it will not be for long. As much as I loved Jenna Elfman in Dharma and Greg, I cannot say I am all that impressed with anything she has done since then. Last week's episode had a few funny moments, so perhaps there is hope unless they get cancelled first.)

It is half-baked that in Big Bang Theory, they have a routine for every day--you know, what they eat, where they sit, etc. There is a particular Asian take-out (is it Panda Palace?) that is the every Monday dinner. Just mention something out of the routine and watch Sheldon go ballistic.

I fear I am channeling Sheldon. I have become accustomed to my Monday night routine of sitcoms and JTO. It means I do NOT have to go the the grocery store after a grueling Monday of non-stop 6 am arising until 5:30 getting home--usually with no time for lunch unless it is a quick cup of yogurt or cottage cheese because I have a noon class and a 1 pm class. I know I am sinking into sit-com comfy land when I walked in the door tonight and said to Rand, who was already parked in front of the computer playing games by the time I got home from work--"It's Monday; it must be Japanese take-out night." Worse than that, we (and the dogs) each have our "spots" in the living room. "Why are you in my spot? Kate, move!"

Thank goodness tomorrow is Tuesday...and my routine is sleep til 7:30...on the computer til 9:30....etc. Yep, I have become a creature of habit and it messes with my mind with you mess with my routine. :)

Friday, October 16, 2009

Gallery of Writing - Culture, Place, and Social Justice

I am participating in the National Writing Gallery. If you are interested in submitting a piece for our gallery, please contact me!

Gallery of Writing - Culture, Place, and Social Justice

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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Bobby Seale: Co-founder of the Black Panther Party

This man could pass for a preacher, or someone's grandfather. Seeing him now, most people would not think they were looking at the "radical" who co-founded the Black Panther Party in the 60s. When I walked into the ballroom at the Inn of Ole Miss tonight at 6 p.m., had I not just looked at his website minutes before, I would not have known him either.

I sat down next to the daughter of my friend and colleague, who was meeting me for the lecture. "Is your mother still coming?" I asked. Yes, she was looking for a parking place. While we waited, Jonlyn asked, "So can I ask you a question?" Jonlyn and her mother are African American. She continued, "Knowing you were living through this when it was happening, what did you think then, and what do you think about this now?"

I shared my story: When I first heard of the Black Panthers I was in high school. Like most whites, I was afraid of them. We were told they would kill us all, and that we were in danger from them. I would know nothing different about them until I began my graduate work on my PhD in 1994. In one of my classes, I had to do some research that led me to one of Manning Marable's books. Marable talked about the inner city programs established by the Black Panther Party--including free breakfast programs, tutoring programs, and community and neighborhood organizing for fair housing, protection from police brutality, and others. It was a story I had never heard, never read, never been told. Curious, I began to do further research about the Black Panther Party and discovered "Gun Barrel Politics" which was a congressional report of the investigation into BPP issues. From the congressional inquiry of our own government, I would learn that the FBI had created a counterintelligence program called Cointelpro, and broken laws and violated civil and legal rights in so doing. It concluded the FBI was in error. That led to more research on my part. How could this be? Didn't the FBI kill "those people" because they were a danger to us?

I read The Cointelpro Papers and was once again astonished. To summarize a long, sordid program in a few words, the FBI used the media to convince the public that the BPP were a danger in order for us to accept and condone their murders at the hands of the FBI, whilst they were "protecting" us from these criminals. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Fast forward to 2009, and a 72 year old Bobby Seale is at the University of Mississippi in a still racist South talking about co-founding the Black Panther Party and his opinion of whether the grassroots organizing style of the 60s is still relevant in today's world.

Mr. Seale was welcomed by Dr. Donald Cole, pictured in the black suit. Dr. Cole, now an assistant vice-president at the university, was a rebel back in the day as well. Dr. Cole was expelled from the university for his organizing for civil rights. Now he is among its top administration--and still a bit of a rebel as far as I can discern. Robert Reece, the young man in the light suit, is president of the UM NAACP and a senior sociology major. Apparently, his efforts to bring Mr. Seale to campus were the brain and muscle behind this happening, though many worked to bring it about.
As Mr. Seale began, he said that there were only 2 states in the Union to which he had not been invited nor spoken: Hawaii and Alaska. He added, until 3 days ago, it had been Mississippi, Alaska, and Hawaii. He must have recognized the significance of being invited not only to Mississippi, but to the University of Mississippi.

Mr. Seale is a dynamic and fascinating speaker. Part preacher, part comic, part historian, part radical, part organizer, he was entertaining, poignant, inspiring, and empowering. He shared his early life experiences that led him to despise bullies and desire equality and fair treatment, from the childhood bully to whom he stood up to his days in the Air Force until discharged for standing up to racism, his education and introduction into the African history that was a part of his history he had not known about, and how that led to his political community organizing. He shared his rage and sadness at the loss of John F. Kennedy, Malcolm X, and Dr. Martin Luther King. After the death of King, he contacted a colleague--Huey Newton--and said they had to form a new organization. The 10 point platform of the Black Panther Party was the result.

That was not the only thing Mr. Seale did in his life. He had been working in the community for the government, in community programs for inner city youth. He has continued to do that post-BPP. What he did tonight was to help young people understand a little more about the African roots of their own history, and to understand the context in which he and the other members of the BPP organized--in self-defense.
When he ended, Mr. Seale reiterated that the style of organizing of the 60s is not needed today. Technology is the gun barrel of today; he does not advocate for guns, nor see them as appropriate. The video camera, the cell phone, the technology of the Internet is what promotes organizing and education and self-defense today. He is still a devout believer in the importance and necessity of political and community organizing at the grass roots level. In closing, he said that the human genome project indicated there is less than 1% difference among us as to our biological make up. Hair color, eyes, skin color are all the tiny little surface.

But our humanity is what holds the key to bring us together and to change our world into one of fairness. My friend and colleague reached for my hand and I turned to her to see tears in her eyes.

October is the rainiest month, not April

It has been another week of non-stop raining--the pouring, the blinding, the drizzle, the sprinkle, the off-and-on, the light mist, the deluge--you name the type, and we have seen it this week. Some thunderstorms and wind, so limbs are lying all over the place. My yard is the sponge again, but at full absorption, so no more room left to absorb. The water runs out of the hill constantly and I sink about two inches with each step down to fill the bird feeders. It is raining again right now, and I am watching it bounce off the flowers just outside my window.
Earlier in the week, Rex's "there's a deer in the front yard" bark sent me to the window. This is our first glimpse of the little guy who arrived in our woods this past season. The following day, he was out with his mother, snacking on the corn. I feed them, hoping it will keep them from knocking over the feeders to spill the seed. It has had limited success.

Last evening as I sat on the porch for a glass of wine, two deer were arguing over the feed. It was interesting to see them interacting. One was slightly larger and was nibbling on the corn when the second one wandered over They usually share and it is not uncommon to see 3 of them out there. I always put out two piles of food to help accommodate my dinner guests. For some reason, the larger one decided it was all his or hers, and would run the other deer off by charging it when it approached the second pile of food. (Led me to surmise they were both male, though there were no obvious antler buds, like on my little buck who has also been visiting regularly this fall.)

On a related note, apparently the deer population is out of control in the city, and they passed an ordinance to allow people to shoot deer in the city limits. That created quite an uproar (as it should have) as people were visualizing folks roaming around like some kind of deer vigilante committee, shooting deer next to where your children might be playing. What were those folks thinking? The council defended itself by saying it did not intend it to be "open hunting" where anyone could shoot a deer anywhere, but that just wasn't very clear. I should use that as a policy analysis in my Policy class when we discuss "unintended consequences" of policy decisions.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

The National Day of Writing Blog-a-thon

I have entered our University's Blog-a-thon. There are 29 of us for the moment. All the entries will be submitted to the National Gallery of Writing. Anyone interested in forming a local gallery and submitting our work?

More information:
Take Part in the National Day on Writing - http://www.ncte.org/forward.aspx?ref=f7f16d9d-d22e-49f3-8fcd-82714a4715b5 <http://www.ncte.org/forward.aspx?ref=f7f16d9d-d22e-49f3-8fcd-82714a4715b5>


The National Day on Writing will take place on October 20, 2009. Be sure to submit your contribution to the National Gallery of Writing!



Sunday, October 4, 2009

Tea, bagels, rain, and winter's on the way


It is a chilly 57 here this morning, and raining non-stop. I had to put on a robe this morning for the first time since last winter.

I spent yesterday beginning the task of cleaning out family heirlooms I am passing on to my nieces and cousin, and also others of the vintage items I have collected over the years. My son has no interest in them and Randy does not really know what is what. I am getting less inclined over the years to use them--our place is so small that we rarely eat at the table any more, so I don't use the dishes like I used to. We don't entertain here like we did in Texas either, so it just seemed like a good idea as I am trying to continue to simplify my life. One of my nieces already collects vintage dishes, plus is very keen on the family history and keepsakes. It seemed to make sense to let them enjoy them now rather than collect more of the endless dust that is part and parcel of this house.

I cleaned the teapot that my great-grandmother gave to my mother for Christmas the year before my sister was born. It is one of the items I do not plan to pass on just yet as I still make a pot of tea. Grandmother Timmons collected Lipton tea coupons and purchased the tea pot with them. That was 1947. The white collar under the lid is the infuser as leaf tea was the norm. I still make leaf tea unless I want the convenience of making just a single cup. I learned not long ago that the tea bag was originally a muslin bag to hold samples of tea. It was not a far leap before someone dunked it in the hot water bag and all.

There is just something about the ritual of making--and drinking--tea that I cherish. I have a small collection of tea pots, numerous single cups, and several sets of cups and saucers. On weekend days when there is more time, it is peaceful to select a pot and cup, measure out Chinese oolong, Indian darjeeling, Irish breakfast, or Indian assam--some of my favorites--and enter a different world.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

One bird, two bird, three bird and rain is coming

Yesterday was another beautiful, sunny, cool fall day--my very favorite time of year. I have a new feeder inside Libby's kennel. I had missed being able to look out my window and see the birds feeding. It took only a couple of days after hanging it for them to discover it.
"Hey, guys, look what I found!" Word spread quickly...
"I like this new cafe...it's not as crowed as the usual spots."

"Got room for one more?"

Another surprise: last spring I bought daisies and the day after I put them out, we had a major storm that beat all the blossoms completely off the stems. I was surprised to look out yesterday and spot they had rebloomed!

It will be our last day of sunshine for another week though...rain coming tonight and all week next week. :(