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Degentrification

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

Yesterday, I took a road-trip (for biz purposes, naturally) out to a little hamlet about an hour east of where I live.  We used to have a little hamlet like this right up the road.  When we moved into the house we currently occupy, we glanced out there because there were promises of new subdivisions, but we both balked at being in a town of 845 people.  Any money we saved, we reasoned, by buying out there would be offset by the cost of getting to the nearest grocery (10 miles).  It used to be the sort of place where you could give directions in reference to the traffic light, there being only one in town.

Needless to say, the little hamlet in question is now one of the fastest growing towns in the United States.  It’s now got over 17,000 people and driving through takes forever because the many traffic lights are all timed for traffic going the opposite direction from the way you’re going (it’s interesting how they always manage to work it that way!).

The drive out was pretty – there were about as many rolling hills as one can expect in that part of Texas (there’s a fault line running through Austin that separates the flat, flat plain on the east from the hill country to the west).  And then we arrived in the little town, which was little, and made our appearance at the high school.  As is the case with many of the school districts in that part of the state, the high school draws from 293 square miles.  There are students who ride the bus nearly two hours in each direction on a daily basis.

Our hosts took us to lunch at the restaurant in town.  There’s just one.  It serves a bewildering mishmash of food that is clearly prepared without any awareness of the ongoing cholestorol or obesity epidemics in the country.  You want Mexican?  They got it.  Also, anything fried: burgers, fries, steak fingers, chicken fingers, onion rings, fries, catfish.

It was at said restaurant that I had a moment of politically incorrect weakness and thought that the local clientele was a bit … frightening.  There were more than a few mullets, and several years’ quota worth of front butts *shudder* Can I eat with the Mexicans? I thought.  They’re the most normal looking people in here … Needless to say, the Mexicans were eating off in a corner by themselves.  I’ve mentioned before that I get nervous in places that are homogeneous (and not homo-geneous).

Our host then took us on a tour of the town, “Not that there’s much to show you,” she chirped, after pulling out of the parking lot and nearly getting us into a full on wreck by not paying attention to the pickup barreling down the road.

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The thing that struck me about our little tour was that nearly all of the narration consisted of “used to be”s.  This used to be the active downtown, but all of the stores and small businesses have closed.  In this entire row, there’s only one active enterprise.

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It was also a little unsettling that the bar had people hanging around outside at 3 in the afternoon.  The gas station around the corner was straight out of Bubbaville.  Two men in denim overalls sat out front in plastic lawnchairs, watching the traffic go by, such as it was.  Traffic doesn’t go through town since the main road was put in … thirty or forty years ago.

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There was also the place where the train station used to be.  There’s a rusting grain silo next to it that, I hope, hasn’t held actual grain for years.

Finally, after another few “used to be” comments, I had to ask, “Is the town shrinking?”
“Well, no, it’s the same size it used to be,” she said.  “It’s just that a lot of people are moving out here who still work in Austin.  No one’s paying attention to the town anymore.  They’re not invested in it.”

So, it’s us city folk.

I have to admit, I felt kind of sad for the place.  Everyone was certainly very nice, and it’s the sort of place where everyone knows everyone else.  But it’s the sort of place that needs gentrification — but, at the same time, I don’t imagine there’s much chance of that … at least not through the usual means.  Not with a Baptist church that size (and the slogan on the marquee out front left little doubt as to where they fall in the broader spectrum).

It was something to contemplate.  I drive through little towns on a relatively frequent basis and always wonder about what life is like there.  It was interesting getting a glimpse for once.

Triptychs

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

I’ve been wanting to do something with the photos that I’ve shot for a while (hey, guess what you’re getting for Christmas, everyone?), and ran across these neat frames at IKEA (which I think is Swedish for “evil store that sucks you in and compels you to purchase items).  They’re a triptych of photos mounted about an inch behind frosted glass that separates out the three pictures:

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They were on clearance.  The catch, naturally, is that there was your typical IKEA art in them (stock photo of stones or trees.  Woo).  So, Ray and I decided to swap out the artwork with some of mine (OK, he suggested it and I readily agreed, because I like taking photos and he likes taking stuff apart).

So, we wound up with these pictures instead:

Wood inlay on the main doors, YeÅŸil Cami, Bursa. Tiling CRW_5356_RJ

I wound up having to take these to get them developed after it turned out that our laser printer doesn’t do the best job (not surprised, really, but figured I’d give it a shot).  These are photos that I shot of the door to the Green Mosque in Bursa, Turkey; stone work on a wall just off of Insadong-Gil in Seoul, Korea; and the door to the Mosque of Sultan Qalawun in Cairo, Egypt.  I set them all in black and white using Matt Kloskowski’s “A More Natural Black and White” preset in Adobe Lightroom.

We picked up a second one with a beechwood frame when we were at IKEA over the weekend.  Our bedroom, where I envision it going, is in shades of blue and beige, so I tried to find photos that matched the color scheme:

Ruins and Ocean, Tulum Postcard perfect AK Trip 246

… and those would be Tulum, Mexico; the Puna Coast of the Big Island, Hawaii; and Zanzibar.

I’m trying to get more into presenting my photography a little more, rather than just shooting it and collecting comments on Flickr, which seem to be few and far between.

I’m also trying to gauge what I need to shoot on my upcoming trip — it’s going to be a whirlwind in Turkey, and I’m hoping I still have enough energy to be adventurous in Egypt afterwards.  I have ideas — hopefully they’ll pan out!

So … whaddya think?

Love and Marriage

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

OK, I’ll admit it: I’m really irritated with the headline currently on the home page of the University of Texas–”Gay Couples View Marriage as Legal Protection, Not Commitment Symbol, Study Shows.”

The story describes a study undertaken by researchers in the Department of Sociology, and includes this little tidbit:

According to the study, more than half of the respondents deemed commitment ceremonies as unimportant and pointless. However, all except for one of the participants said they would legally marry if they could, indicating the importance of legality for same-sex couples.

“Although trends regarding acceptability of ceremonies have shifted, most of the couples in our sample find at this point in their lives, formal public ceremonies are not practical or substantial enough in legal and social meaning to warrant their participation,” Reczek said. “However, if legal marriage were accessible, nearly all couples would participate for the legal, financial and social benefits.”

That may be the most romantic thing I’ve heard since a long-departed colleague married her longterm fiance because they were moving to another state and it would have been too much trouble to prove their common-law status so that she could get on his insurance.

I know that the spirit of the article is basically this: because of the newness of the idea of gay marriage, most couples have made a committment to each other in some way, either formally or informally.  Ray and I haven’t ever done anything formal, and we don’t wear rings, but I feel like we’ve made some sort of commitment to each other (haven’t we, honey?).  So, yes, among a certain subset of the gay population who’ve already made that commitment, the act of marriage really is just about making it official in the eyes of the law.

However, I’m waiting for someone out there–let’s say, a Bauer or a Dobson–will pick up this survey and wave it around as “proof” that gays are just trying to “redefine marriage” for the insurance benefits!  (I have the same problem with the phrase “redefine marriage” that I do with right wing Christians who proclaim that “Islam is trying to take over the world”–their real concern isn’t that gays will redefine marriage or Islam will take over the world; it’s that they’ll do it first, before they have a chance to do it themselves.)

Fortunately, Michael Steele (dear God, is that a porn star name or what?) has already decried gay marriage as a threat to small business for that very reason, so we don’t have to worry about the Republican party pushing civil unions anytime soon.

While, I suppose the survey isn’t saying anything that a lot of us don’t already know–but it doesn’t take into account the next generation who aren’t partnered up yet (the survey specifically looked at couples) who are looking at the gay marriage movement and are planning their lives accordingly. I guarantee that a good number of them aren’t going to be looking at marriage solely for the insurance benefits. Perhaps the next time our Sociology Department does a study on gay marriage, they could do well to remember that.

As it is, I have to wonder if they’ve done a bit of a disservice to the gay marriage movement.  Marriage may be about formalizing a relationship and gaining legal status before the law, but let’s not discount the notion of “relationship” in that equation.  After all, it’s the foundation upon which everything else is built.

Morbid Newshound

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

For the past two days, I’ve been completely spellbound by the unfolding mystery of what happened to Air France 447.

There’s something of the locked-room mystery about the tale: passengers board a flight on a late autumn evening in Rio de Janeiro.  Among their numbers are the presidents of major corporations, doctors, lawyers, cabinet ministers, and, for a dash of complete exoticism, a handsome young prince, fourth in line to the Brazilian throne (never mind that the monarchy was abolished in the 1890s). The plane takes off, bound for Paris.  Dinner is served, the lights are dimmed.  Everything is routine.

Four hours into the flight, the plane passes over the northeastern coast of Brazil, heading for international waters.  The pilots report to Brazilian air traffic control that they’re passing out of their jurisdiction, and, as is usual when passing into an area that’s not covered by radar, they report the time that they expect to cross in to Senegalese airspace.  Some time later, the pilot reports thunderstorms and severe turbulence.  Then … nothing.  The plane never arrives in Senegalese airspace.  Calls fly back and forth between Recife and Dakar — no one can see the plane.  It never shows up on radar screens in Casablanca or Tolouse.  With the exception of a few automated messages received on a maintenance computer in Paris indicating that something has gone horribly, terribly wrong, the plane has, quite literally, disappeared.

There’s a compelling story in here, even if we try to fictionalize it.  But it’s not fiction, it really happened.  And, like lots of people everywhere, I want to know more.  Am I morbid?  Why?

There is, of course, the fear factor.  I’ve spent a good deal of time on airplanes, including ones that cross the ocean.  In less than a month, I’ll be flying transatlantic again–I’ve lost count, but I think this trip will be number 15 or 16.  I want to know what happened to AF 447 because I want some sort of reassurance that it’s not likely to happen on any flight I’m planning to take in the near future.

And then there’s the morbid part: what would it have been like to be on that plane?  *shivers*

For the past two days, I’ve spent a bit of time regularly checking updates as reported by the foreign media — back and forth between the Brazilian papers Folha do Sao Paolo and O Globo, the French newspaper Le Monde, and the message boards on Airliners.Net where polyglots helpfully translate articles in languages I can’t read.  (As a Spanish speaker, I find Portuguese easier to read than French … although clicking on the video clips that Globo has posted turned out to be pointless because, although I may be able to read Portuguese, I can’t understand the spoken language at all).

I’m also learning things about what the American press considers worthwhile.  One of the reasons why I had to break out the Spanish-Portuguese dictionary is that the English language media is doing a pretty bad job at updating the story regularly.  The Brazilian press reports every latest development, whereas BBC is running several hours behind, and CNN?  Fuggedaboutit.  Granted, it wasn’t a flight that came from the US, and there were other important goings on in the world yesterday (I refer, of course, to the Bruno/Eminem teabagging incident), but I still couldn’t help being a little snarky when I noticed that CNN became far more interested once it was known that two American citizens were on board.

Today, the world has caught up.  And the mystery is starting to clear, at least a little: although the aircraft would have run out of fuel a couple of hours after it missed its scheduled arrival time in Paris yesterday, it wasn’t until Brazil’s Minister of Defense announced that wreckage found in the Atlantic 700 miles northeast of Recife has been positively identified as belonging to Air France 447 that the media began using the word “crash.”

It’s a stunning tragedy — I feel a knot in my stomach whenever I see the images of relatives and friends arriving at the airports in Rio and Paris, trying to get more information.  They want what we all want: we want to know what happened. We want to find out it was quick.  We want to find out they didn’t know it was coming.  And we’re all pretty sure we’re wrong.

And I just can’t stop watching.

Readin’, Ritin’ and Revivin’

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

There are some times that I am less OK living in Texas than others.  The passage of the state’s second Defense of Marriage Act was one of them.  I fear we’re coming up on another, and I feel like I should be able to do something about it, but I don’t know what.

It’s come to the attention of just about everyone that the State Board of Education has been taken over by a bunch of radical loonies.  These are the sorts of conservatives who make conservatives uncomfortable, and somehow they managed to take over the body that’s charged with revising and implementing educational standards at the K-12 level.  (Thank Bob it’s only K-12.)

This would be the same board chaired by a dentist (!) from College Station who came under fire shortly before the board’s final vote on revised science standards for endorsing a book that referred to supporters of evolution as “monsters,” “atheists,” and “morons.” I want to make it clear that the board currently leans in the direction that believes that if you ain’t their kind of Christian, you’re not a Christian at all.  (The fact that this is exactly the kind of logic that Osama bin Laden and his ilk use is the kind of irony that isn’t lost on me, but would be shot down as “totally different” were it brought to their attention.)

Earlier this year, a call went out for people to review the social studies standards.  As an historian who works with K-12 educators a lot in my line of work, I put my name in.  I didn’t get selected, and it didn’t take long enough to realize why.  I didn’t know that the SBOE member who represents my district had sent out an e-mail claiming that Obama was a terrorist sympathizer, and that an attack by said terrorists would take place in the first six months of his administration, followed by the implementation of martial law.  (Perhaps we should secede just in case?)

Clearly my passioned e-mail describing my committment to global competencies was a bad idea.

I know several people who did get appointed to the committees (two of them went with me to Egypt in 2005).  One of them, a University professor at a rival institution, was appointed to the economics review committee and managed to cause a horrific furor when he had the audacity to suggest that the term “free enterprise system” be replaced with “capitalism” in the standards.  “Capitalism,” after all, is what it’s called in every college textbook, and he thought that it would be appropriate for K-12 students to use the same terminology that they would use in college.  Why call the same thing two different names?

To say that this was received very badly would be an understatement.  As I was told later, when one of the SBOE members saw this proposed change, she stood up and screamed, “What kind of anti-American sonofabitch did this?  You should be ashamed!  I swear, whoever you are, if you were one of my appointments, you can consider yourself fired!”  (note: committee members are unpaid – it’s all volunteer work.)

My other friend wrote me to say that, while her committee was congenial, others were concerned that “too much attention” was being paid to the rest of the world at the expense of “our” history. Another friend told of how someone was appointed to her review committee–which was to oversee one of the years of world studies–whose sole purpose was to state over and over that he had moral objections to students studying other cultures.

For the record, Texas schoolchildren have two years of American history (grades 8 and 11), one year of government (grade 12), one full year of Texas history (grade 7), world cultures (6), world history (10), and world geography (9).  More than one board member has stated the desire to replace either the 9th or 10th grade course with a third year of American history, apparently being unaware that the 12th grade government course is entirely American history content.

It gets better.

After the first round of review committee meetings, the board cancelled the second round, apparently afraid that further anti-Americanism might ensue, so they’ve decided to appont an “expert panel” to guide the revision process.

First up?  David Barton and the Reverend Peter Marshall.

In his books and teachings, [David Barton] argues that separation of church and state is a myth and that America’s laws should be based solely on Biblical scriptures. His numerous claims include that the Bible forbids income and capitol gains Taxes. Barton’s views are so far right that even such groups as the Texas Baptists Committee and the Baptist Joint Committee have been vocal critics of his interpretations of history and the U.S. Constitution.

Even better: “Marshall has previously suggested that the California wildfires and Hurricane Katrina were divine punishments on society for the tolerance of homosexuality.”

TODAY comes the news that they’re considering LYNNE CHENEY for the expert panel.

Cheney is well-known for crusading against national history and social studies standards in the 1990s, calling the standards–which the National Endowment for the Humanities helped fund while Cheney was its chair–”grim and gloomy.” Cheney also denounced the standards as a monument to political correctness, claimed they gave insufficient attention to Confederate General Robert E. Lee and the Wright brothers and focusing far too much on figures like Harriet Tubman, and worried that they concentrated too much on embarrassing episodes in the nation’s history, such as the Ku Klux Klan and McCarthyism.

Outraged?  You should be.  The science standards revision made us uncomfortable by flirting with intelligent design–this will make us look like fools.  The next revision won’t happen for another decade, by which point our students will be the laughingstock of the country.

I still can’t tell what can be done about this twisted version of Evangelicals Gone Wild!  I’ve got half a dozen pleas in my inbox to help find real experts to testify before the SBOE, but it’s obvious they don’t care what people like us think.  If you live in Texas, write your state legislator–seriously.  The Lege is already moving to restrict the power of the SBOE after the science and English debacles.

I know that there’s probably very little that I can do about this … but I’ll feel better when it’s all over knowing I did what I could.

 

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