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Yes, your instructor has figured you out

From PhD Comics (love them!):

What would it look like if we dissected a graduate seminar or a small undergrad course? Who looks straight on to the professor? Who sits to the prof’s side? Who sits by the door and always comes in 5 minutes late?

In other news, I’m starting to feel the light at the end of tunnel–the dissertation tunnel, that is. I promise that soon, very soon, I will dedicate more time to my blogging.

Missing my BFP

I had no idea it was going to get this bad…I was probably being naive. But it did get bad. It is a horrible example of plagiarism and the privileging of certain voices over others. I’m personally upset because I’ve lost one of my favorite blogs (especially while I was distracted and neglecting the blogging world). But much bigger than that, bigger than my own needs, are the broader implications. If you have not been keeping up, you can read here La Chola’s/WOC/brownfemipower’s final blog post. Others here and here and here discuss the background of the controversy. It is difficult for me to read BFP’s denouncement of feminism, but I’m not super surprised. Certain voices are privileged and the feminist scholarly and blogging world is not immune to this problem. Sadly, this has ended with BFP’s removal of her blog. I’ve looked up to her year’s of work and writing regarding women of color issues and I was especially fond (obviously) of her postings on Oaxaca during the uprising. I thank her for her support and work—I hope she’ll come back to us soon.

What I’m reading when I’m trapped in a library cubicle…

Something sad and thoughtful for Easter: Interview with Leonardo Boff.

Two disturbing things brought up by La Chola: Photoshopping at the New Republic and Rape on a schoolbus.

Heather Tirado Gilligan’s thirdspace article on race, grad school, legitimacy, and wine and cheese parties. Emailed to me by a friend, this article reminds us of our early days of graduate school, fitting in, and dealing with race and class issues.

Belle Lettre’s discussion on the issue of facebooking with students.

Something that hits too close to home: Top 10 Things NOT To Ask Your Girlfriend While She’s Writing Her Dissertation

Fun Comics: Garfield Minus Garfield and the horribly familiar PhD Comics

The books on my left that I should be reading:

Diversity on the Farm: how traditional crops around the world help to feed us all, and how we should reward the people who grown them. by Charles C. Mann.

When Jesus Came, the Corn Mothers Went Away: Marriage, Sexuality, and Power in New Mexico, 1500-1846. by Ramon A. Gutierrez.

And in the end, all of this distraction was a success because I discovered I can download Mann’s publication online. Yeah!

New Look

I’ve lost the Wonder Woman theme and moved on to a slick, yet professional look. Thanks goes to Bryan for redesigning my site and helping all of us at coolmojo. Hopefully this will inspire me to write more–probably as a procrastination technique as I stress over my dissertation.

Another great procrastination technique is cooking a nice Sunday breakfast. Here’s my favorite Sunday morning gluttonous ritual:

Smash a container of soft tofu and mix in chopped red onion, some nutritional yeast, sprinkle of soy sauce, salt and pepper.
Fry up the tofu in a pan.

Add in some soyrizo (a vegan chorizo), mix and fry until done.
Sometimes I add salsa, chopped bell peppers, and green onions.

Goes great with some hash browns and a glass of yerba mate.
Makes vegan and non-vegans happy on Sunday morning.

Losing Focus under the Election Frenzy

The election frenzy dominates our media while we lose focus on what really affects us everyday–the mortgage crisis, poverty, lack of health care, unemployment, underfunded schools, and so much more. These are the things that affect me, my family and friends. I was quite happy to read the article below by Howard Zinn in The Progressive. I want so badly to believe that if I give into this election frenzy, my hopes and dreams will be answered, and my future saved through a president that really cares about the people. I may be jaded–and jaded for a long time–but I don’t really want to be. Whether my disgust stems from nearly being trampled at a Clinton rally on campus or from the need to focus on my dissertation, the article below gives you an idea where my thoughts are right now on all this election chaos.

Election Madness
By Howard Zinn, March 2008 Issue

There’s a man in Florida who has been writing to me for years (ten pages, handwritten) though I’ve never met him. He tells me the kinds of jobs he has held—security guard, repairman, etc. He has worked all kinds of shifts, night and day, to barely keep his family going. His letters to me have always been angry, railing against our capitalist system for its failure to assure “life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness” for working people.

Just today, a letter came. To my relief it was not handwritten because he is now using e-mail: “Well, I’m writing to you today because there is a wretched situation in this country that I cannot abide and must say something about. I am so enraged about this mortgage crisis. That the majority of Americans must live their lives in perpetual debt, and so many are sinking beneath the load, has me so steamed. Damn, that makes me so mad, I can’t tell you. . . . I did a security guard job today that involved watching over a house that had been foreclosed on and was up for auction. They held an open house, and I was there to watch over the place during this event. There were three of the guards doing the same thing in three other homes in this same community. I was sitting there during the quiet moments and wondering about who those people were who had been evicted and where they were now.”

On the same day I received this letter, there was a front-page story in the Boston Globe, with the headline “Thousands in Mass. Foreclosed on in ’07.”

The subhead was “7,563 homes were seized, nearly 3 times the ’06 rate.”

A few nights before, CBS television reported that 750,000 people with disabilities have been waiting for years for their Social Security benefits because the system is underfunded and there are not enough personnel to handle all the requests, even desperate ones.

Stories like these may be reported in the media, but they are gone in a flash. What’s not gone, what occupies the press day after day, impossible to ignore, is the election frenzy.

This seizes the country every four years because we have all been brought up to believe that voting is crucial in determining our destiny, that the most important act a citizen can engage in is to go to the polls and choose one of the two mediocrities who have already been chosen for us. It is a multiple choice test so narrow, so specious, that no self-respecting teacher would give it to students.

And sad to say, the Presidential contest has mesmerized liberals and radicals alike. We are all vulnerable.

Is it possible to get together with friends these days and avoid the subject of the Presidential elections?

The very people who should know better, having criticized the hold of the media on the national mind, find themselves transfixed by the press, glued to the television set, as the candidates preen and smile and bring forth a shower of clichés with a solemnity appropriate for epic poetry.

Even in the so-called left periodicals, we must admit there is an exorbitant amount of attention given to minutely examining the major candidates. An occasional bone is thrown to the minor candidates, though everyone knows our marvelous democratic political system won’t allow them in.

No, I’m not taking some ultra-left position that elections are totally insignificant, and that we should refuse to vote to preserve our moral purity. Yes, there are candidates who are somewhat better than others, and at certain times of national crisis (the Thirties, for instance, or right now) where even a slight difference between the two parties may be a matter of life and death.

I’m talking about a sense of proportion that gets lost in the election madness. Would I support one candidate against another? Yes, for two minutes—the amount of time it takes to pull the lever down in the voting booth.

But before and after those two minutes, our time, our energy, should be spent in educating, agitating, organizing our fellow citizens in the workplace, in the neighborhood, in the schools. Our objective should be to build, painstakingly, patiently but energetically, a movement that, when it reaches a certain critical mass, would shake whoever is in the White House, in Congress, into changing national policy on matters of war and social justice.

Let’s remember that even when there is a “better” candidate (yes, better Roosevelt than Hoover, better anyone than George Bush), that difference will not mean anything unless the power of the people asserts itself in ways that the occupant of the White House will find it dangerous to ignore.

The unprecedented policies of the New Deal—Social Security, unemployment insurance, job creation, minimum wage, subsidized housing—were not simply the result of FDR’s progressivism. The Roosevelt Administration, coming into office, faced a nation in turmoil. The last year of the Hoover Administration had experienced the rebellion of the Bonus Army—thousands of veterans of the First World War descending on Washington to demand help from Congress as their families were going hungry. There were disturbances of the unemployed in Detroit, Chicago, Boston, New York, Seattle.

In 1934, early in the Roosevelt Presidency, strikes broke out all over the country, including a general strike in Minneapolis, a general strike in San Francisco, hundreds of thousands on strike in the textile mills of the South. Unemployed councils formed all over the country. Desperate people were taking action on their own, defying the police to put back the furniture of evicted tenants, and creating self-help organizations with hundreds of thousands of members.

Without a national crisis—economic destitution and rebellion—it is not likely the Roosevelt Administration would have instituted the bold reforms that it did.

Today, we can be sure that the Democratic Party, unless it faces a popular upsurge, will not move off center. The two leading Presidential candidates have made it clear that if elected, they will not bring an immediate end to the Iraq War, or institute a system of free health care for all.

They offer no radical change from the status quo.

They do not propose what the present desperation of people cries out for: a government guarantee of jobs to everyone who needs one, a minimum income for every household, housing relief to everyone who faces eviction or foreclosure.

They do not suggest the deep cuts in the military budget or the radical changes in the tax system that would free billions, even trillions, for social programs to transform the way we live.

None of this should surprise us. The Democratic Party has broken with its historic conservatism, its pandering to the rich, its predilection for war, only when it has encountered rebellion from below, as in the Thirties and the Sixties. We should not expect that a victory at the ballot box in November will even begin to budge the nation from its twin fundamental illnesses: capitalist greed and militarism.

So we need to free ourselves from the election madness engulfing the entire society, including the left.

Yes, two minutes. Before that, and after that, we should be taking direct action against the obstacles to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

For instance, the mortgage foreclosures that are driving millions from their homes—they should remind us of a similar situation after the Revolutionary War, when small farmers, many of them war veterans (like so many of our homeless today), could not afford to pay their taxes and were threatened with the loss of the land, their homes. They gathered by the thousands around courthouses and refused to allow the auctions to take place.

The evictions today of people who cannot pay their rents should remind us of what people did in the Thirties when they organized and put the belongings of the evicted families back in their apartments, in defiance of the authorities.

Historically, government, whether in the hands of Republicans or Democrats, conservatives or liberals, has failed its responsibilities, until forced to by direct action: sit-ins and Freedom Rides for the rights of black people, strikes and boycotts for the rights of workers, mutinies and desertions of soldiers in order to stop a war.
Voting is easy and marginally useful, but it is a poor substitute for democracy, which requires direct action by concerned citizens.

Howard Zinn is the author of “A People’s History of the United States,” “Voices of a People’s History” (with Anthony Arnove), and most recently, “A Power Governments Cannot Suppress.”

Merry Christmas

xmastree.jpgMy family may be small, but it is rare for us all to be together on Christmas. Therefore, on this amazing occasion I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas.

We had the usual debate about buying a tree five minutes before we were off to cut one down. By the end of it we decided that plastic trees are wasteful and mass-produced Christmas trees are an environmental no-no. My dad was quick to note that he does not burn the tree after Christmas–it is placed in the yard to decompose (they live in the mountains where redwood trees landscape the backyard). With that said, we felt content to buy a tree from a local tree farm. This photo shows the tree we rescued from the farm. Do you think the angel is too much? I have to say that all of these rituals–buying a tree, decorating the tree, and opening presents beneath the tree are all centered around my nephew. Having children around puts me in the Christmas spirit. Without my nephew, our Christmas spirit would amount to drinking spiked cider and going out for Chinese food on Christmas day.

I am not sure how my fellow graduate student colleagues manage to do any work with a child around. I find myself intrigued by silly games, magnets, and reading 10-page books all day long. And the day goes by quickly with children around. When I read Belle’s post about her trip home it made me realize that I am guilt-fully neglecting my own work–that never ending work we do as graduate students. Oh well, it is only for one more day and I should enjoy it while I can.