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2009 in Review

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

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January (N-Seoul Tower, Seoul, Korea)
Family visit to Korea.  No casualties.

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February (St. David’s Hospital, Austin, Texas)
Welcoming Madison Maguregui into the world.

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March (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
Ray and Mocha.

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April (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
New floors!  Followed soon by new furniture.

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May (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
Baby bird nesting in the hanging flowerpot on the back porch.

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June (Home, Round Rock, Texas)
7 months after their dog of 17 years passed, my parents acquired a puppy.  They named her “Brandy”, but everyone calls her “Boo” because she startles really easily.

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July (The Bazaar, Şanlıurfa, Turkey)
Voyeuristic snap of these boys waiting for … something.

Not Bhutan, El Paso.

August (Campus of the University of Texas, El Paso)
UTEP at sunset.

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September #1 (The Driskill Hotel, Austin, Texas)
Wonderful dinner for our 9th anniversary.

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September #2 (Castillo San Felipe del Morro, San Juan, Puerto Rico)
I had a free day, all right?  Don’t question me.

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October (Home, Round Rock, TX)
… no comment.

Old Granary Burial Ground

November (Old Granary Burial Ground, Boston, Massachusetts)
Paul Revere is buried here.

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December (Downtown, Round Rock, Texas)
Bokeh Madness.

LiveBlogging the Great Blizzard of 2009

Friday, December 4th, 2009

Given the extensive coverage the topic has received in major international outlets such as the Austin American-Statesman and KUT-FM radio, I’m sure that you are all aware of the impending blizzard that is set to descend upon the ATX later this morning (assuming the weathermen didn’t get it wrong, again).  In case you’ve been hiding under a rock, here’s the skinny: there is a 60% chance that we may receive up to an inch of snow today.

Naturally, this news has caused panic among some weaker willed individuals.  The University of Texas, for example, felt compelled to issue a pre-emptive notice yesterday afternoon reminding everyone that classes had not yet been canceled, but urged us to check the University’s emergency line before proceeding to work tomorrow for the latest updates.

As you know, here at ROHK we strive for journalistic and culinary excellence of a higher standard, and so, I am sacrificing my own well-being to bring you the latest news about the event that I am sure will be recorded in the annals of history as The Great Blizzard of 2009.

Do check back regularly for updates.

Friday, December 4, 2009

6:10 am: Wake up, get dressed.  In honor of the impending cold snap, I search for a clean sweater, and eventually discover one that my parents bought me for Christmas some years ago.  It was clearly purchased before they moved to Texas because, even before I lost the 10 pounds, it was still at least one size too large and makes me look like a mustard colored burlap sack.  However, today we are going with function above form, following the trend set by world-famous survivalist Jake Gyllenehaal in the documentary film The Day After Tomorrow:

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See?  If Jake can sport an outfit that reveals no muscle definition whatsoever, so can I.

6:54 am: Sitting outside of Beverly’s house.  It takes her longer than usual to come out to get in the car this morning, because she is clearly working up the nerve to set forth in the malstrøm and dodge the sunbeams that are beginning to fall outside.

7:10 am: Realizing that I am driving too fast for conditions, I reduce my speed to 72 miles per hour (114 km/h).  This adds at least 2 minutes to my commuting time this morning, but it’s important to drive safe!  Arrive alive!

7:26 am: Walking from the garage to campus.  It is chilly this morning.  The guy who’s not homeless but wants everyone to think he is who usually sets up behind Einstein’s Bagels is nowhere to be seen.  I hope that he has managed to find a shelter for the not-homeless-but-wanting-others-to-think-they-are.

7:35 am: In the office.  It was a tough last sprint across the West Mall to my building, what with the grounds services golf carts whizzing by, but I did make it here.  Lisa has already begun prepping for the cold weather by cleaning out the oven, which has been left a mess by a previous user/staff member.  This is very wise of her — clearly we may need the electric stove as a heating device if the power goes out once the deluge has begun.

7:55 am: Typing these words.  Outside the window, I can see that it is cloudy.  This is clearly a very bad sign — much worse than it has been on every other cloudy day this week.

8:15 am: The men with the leafblowers are out in the pass-through between my building and the next (which once served as the setting for Café d’Amour in the first Spy Kids movie).  Clearly they have been apprised of the danger that can result from snow falling on top of leaves.  I’m not sure what it is, myself, but as landscaping professionals, it’s their job to know these things.

8:28 am: Discover that emergency provisions are already stocked in the front office: two bags of Chips Ahoy™ and one of Pecan Sandies™.  Skeptics may suggest that they are, in fact, left over from Professor E’s final-class-of-the-year celebration yesterday, but that’s just crazy talk.  Lisa continues preparation of baked goods for this afternoon’s Survivalist Training/Birthday Celebration.

9:14 am: Correction: Provisions are one bag of Chips Ahoy™ and two bags of Pecan Sandies™.  Please make a note of this. This is, of course, in addition to the banana bread that Lisa has made, along with the molasses cookies that are apparently on schedule to be made at noon.

Looking out the office window, I can see that we now have a lower cloud cover than we did earlier.  Possibly this is due to the impending snow.  Possibly this is due to the arrival of the alien/Snuggie™ vanguard that I described in yesterday’s post.  Will investigate further.

The Statesman is reporting that “some” snow flurries have been seen in some parts of Central Texas, and that San Antonio may see a light dusting.  I shall keep the brave people of San Antonio in my prayers.

9:28 am: Discover that #Austinsnow is now being hashed on Twitter.  I have to join Twitter to do this, but the feed is too damned amusing not to share:


10:07 am: Take a break from perusing postings about the first harbingers of wintery doom–is Skol preparing to eat the sun and invoke the long winter known as Fimbulvetr?–to notice that the clouds are looking far more sinister now than they did an hour ago.  At least a five on the Scale of Sinistry, up from a four and a half.

Kim suggests that the gravity of the situation requires that the word “aught” be worked into the title, and that we should refer to this as the “Great Blizzard of Aught-Nine.”  What say you?

10:15 am: Realize that I left my iPod in my car.  In the movies, the guy who goes back for something never, ever lives until the end.  (Well, except in the Final Destination movies, but then Death spends the whole movie trying to catch up.)  Not falling for it.  Take that, Law of Murphy!

11:13 am: Fear not, dear readers!  I remain as fervently committed to bringing you updates as they develop.

It has transpired that one of the bags of Pecan Sandies™ has been devoured by inconsiderate coworkers who do not realize the strategic value that they will play in our survival should the worst be realized and we become stranded in the building.  An investigation with possible court martial is under way.

According to #Austinsnow, the earlier rogue flakes have abated.  We remain poised for a resurgence.

It is very cold in my office.  Am contemplating putting on gloves.

11:32 am: Confirm with Ray that he made it to work safely.  Breathe sigh of relief.

11:47 am: Cabin fever has clearly set in amongst the staff.  Food is being anthropomorphised:

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Also, the Chips Ahoy™ are stale.  We will put them on the back burner for now.

12:12 pm: Hearing Christmas carols being sung on the West Mall.  Assume there’s irony involved in any song mentioning snow.  The Statesman is now claiming that the snow is “on the way,” downgraded from the “it’s already falling” that we got earlier.

Am off to dodge air molecules on the way to find lunch.  Pray for me.

12:26 pm: Back from acquiring food.  Bitter cold, grey skies, no snow.

There was, however, a young man in front of Goldsmith Hall wearing what is either a very large paper boat or a paper papal hat on his head.  Not sure what the purpose is, other than to make people stop and stare.  Which we did.

12:37 pm: Have met the first person today who claims to have seen at least several snowflakes.  There is much praising of his survival instincts.  He has clearly suffered emotional trauma (but not enough to get me to cancel the panel presentation in 23 minutes in which he is supposed to deliver a talk in Persian).

12:53 pm: Ray calls to tell me that it is “snowing heavily” in Round Rock.  The office moves to Defcom 2 in preparation for the snow to begin falling.

12:57 pm: SNOW!!!!!!  There’s at least 15 flakes out there.

1:05 pm: Photographic evidence that the onslaught has begun:

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It’s kind of hard to see, but you can definitely tell if you look under the trees.  There’s a small possibility that some of it’s dust on the window that I shot through, but some of it is definitely snow flakes.

1:47 pm: And now the sun’s out.

1:51 pm: The Statesman is now reporting that winter weather advisory that had been issued for today … has been canceled.

I didn’t even get to go out in it: I’m trapped in my office because there’s a lecture going on outside.  Poop.  On the other hand, it’s a nice sunny day now!  And I left my sunglasses at home.

2:43 pm: My journalistic efforts have been foiled by the final presentations of one of the Persian classes going on in the room outside my office, however, I assure you, I will continue to cover the story until my last breath.  Or until it’s time to go home for the day, one or the other.

2:56 pm: BREAKING NEWS: the baked goods that have been added to the stockpile of supplies in the office include banana bread, chocolate ginger cookies, and both Irish and English breakfast tea.

I have learned from this blizzard that the primary difference between Irish and English breakfast tea is that the former is caffeinated, the latter is not.  (At least, that’s according to the HEB in-store brand — I can’t help thinking that’s not actually correct, but I’m not a tea-o-phile, so can not confirm.)

I have also learned that the air filter on the LCD projector needs to be changed.  I didn’t know it had an air filter and that it could be changed.  Things our sales reps forgot to tell us.  I wonder if this will affect the quality of the breathable oxygen in the event that we become trapped up here.  There are at least two clouds that I don’t like the look of visible from where I’m sitting right now, and that’s before I turn my head too much.  I have a feeling this isn’t over yet, dagnabbit.

3:36 pm: I am startled to see that there is ice buildup on the roof of Goldsmith Hall, which I can see from my office window.  It’s blue and shimmery and … oh, wait.  It’s someone’s jacket.  In fact, now that I look at the photo I took at 1:05, I can see that it was there then, too.

Never mind.

4:07 pm: Whoa!  I’ve gone viral — 600 hits in the past two hours.  Who knew?  The pressure’s on!  (OK, I know I’m supposed to be all Ocean’s 11-style cool and act like this is so <yawn> boring, but I’m just a touch too neurotic for that).

In weather related news, we’re holding at 39 degrees F / 3 degrees C with bright, practically cloudless skies.  I do so hope that the roads have been plowed and salted before I head home–I’d hate to drive in unsafe conditions.  My palms get a little sweaty just thinking about it.

4:23 pm: Time to start powering things down and head out into the wilds.  I shall check in again once I have arrived in the wilds of Round Rock, across the moors of Pflugerville and the towering craggy peaks of Tarrytown.

Stay strong, fellow commuters!  Man shall always persevere over Mother Nature.  (I mean, just look at the Domain.)

4:35 pm: On leaving the building, I see the measures that my fellow Austinites have gone to in order to protect themselves from the blustery weather.  One young fellow is wearing a dark suit, but has elected for the protection of white athletic socks.  Clearly, desperate times call for desperate measures.  Later, I will see another young man so affected by the cold weather that he has had to pull his boardshorts down in order to cover his mid-calf, exposing a considerable amount of plaid boxer short above the waistline.  I feel for him.

4:50 pm: Apparently, the snow has caused a short circuit in the gate at the parking garage.  One poor woman sits there with a line of cars behind her, and is finally forced to back up and go to the pay station in order to make her ticket work.  It’s very sad that such desperate measures need to be taken in order to complete such mundane tasks.

5:02 pm: MoPac expressway.  Cars moving much slower than the posted speed limit.  Possibly due to the weather.  I can think of no other reason why traffic heading north out of Austin would be moving so slowly at 5 pm on a Friday afternoon, especially the weekend before the Red River Shootout in Dallas.  It just boggles the mind.

5:35 pm: I  arrive home and begin searching for things to cover the plants in order to protect them from tonight’s deep freeze.  I now have a basket full of habanero peppers (seriously, what am I going to do with so many habaneros?  I might have to make salsa for the office Chrismukkah gifts.  But, oh no, I’ve said too much.

5:45 pm: I send Ray out to Home Depot so that I can wrap the Christmas gifts that came in the mail today.  I hope they didn’t get wet.

6:03 pm: Gifts wrapped, Ray happily off at Home Depot, I sit in front of the television, open my laptop, and blog this, the last of my updates.  At 6 pm, the winter weather advisory has expired, and I, for one, am considering myself very lucky–very lucky indeed–to have managed to survive the Great Blizzard of 2009.

LiveBlogging has now ended.  Please remain seated until the vehicle has come to a complete stop.  Don’t forget to search under the seat in front and in the overhead bins of you for any belongings you may have brought on board, and have a nice day in town, or wherever your final destination may be.  Drive safe!

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.

Taste the Rainbow, Bitches!

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Bad joke from a colleague:

Q: What does a gay drive-by shooting look like?
A: A bunch of guys in a pink Ford Focus throwing Skittles out the window, screaming “Taste the rainbow, bitches!”

There’s been an awful lot in the press lately about the relationship between the Obama administration and gays (specifically, that there really isn’t one).

Andy Towle jumped on the bandwagon today, citing an appearance by Dan Savage on MSNBC in which the sex-advice columnist and go-to homo spokesman (who knew?) said that if he could give the Obama Administration a letter grade on GLBT issues, it would be an F.  By way of further discontent Andrew Sullivan is quoted in a scathing piece he wrote in the Atlantic about Obama’s administration.

I should point out here–because Towle didn’t–that I loathe Sullivan on a level that I normally reserve for the neo-conservatives who are gunning for my job and think that, as an employee of the University of Texas, I ought to be taking orders from the Central Intelligence Agency.  The simplest reason for this is that Andrew Sullivan is a neoconservative xenophobe.  Before he jumped on the anti-Bush bandwagon (which he did long after anyone with sense and reason had done so), he was a die-hard Bushite, supporting the invasion of Iraq and a “stone the Muslims before they stone us” foreign policy.  Just because he was never on the Obama bandwagon doesn’t make him any less than a bear in sheep’s clothing.

I don’t honestly have a problem with the outrage.  I just don’t share it.  When it comes to Obama and what he’s done for gay rights in the first 100+ days of his term in office, while combatting the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression, trying to wind down the war in Iraq, trying to ramp up the war in Afghanistan and trying to figure out how not to get involved in a brewing civil war in Pakistan, dealing with a new, unco-operative adminsitration in Israel, a Congress that won’t play nice with itself, and get key Cabinet posts filled (among a few other things), I am … well, that’s just it.

I am reminded of a scene in Coupling where Steve, looking at fabric for sofa cushions, tells Jeff and Patrick, “I almost had an opinion about that one.”

I recall having a lengthy IM chat with my friend Michael back in primary season (gods, remember that debacle?) in which he expounded at some length his suspicion that Obama didn’t really care about gays.  (Which president has?)  On the other hand–and maybe this is really pollyanish of me–were people waiting in the wings to jump down Bush’s throat 100 days in about all the things he hadn’t managed to accomplish yet?  Part of me feels like there’s a lot of selfishness going on: everyone wants Obama to pay attention to their issues first.  It’s a logistical impossibility.

I’ll probably be stripped of my membership card and secret pink parking pass for saying that I just don’t understand the vitriol … yet.  It does, however, bring to mind some of the doubts that I had about Obama: I kind of wonder if he’s just too bloody nice to be president.  There’s something of Jimmy Carter about the man.  He who tries to make everyone happy makes no one happy.  Sullivan, Savage et. al. would argue that he isn’t making us happy, and I guess he isn’t.  Maybe I’m just happy that he’s not out to get us like the last guy was.

I’ve got other battles to fight closer to home, and I’m willing to wait a little while longer to see how things go.  But maybe not too much longer.

And I still think Sullivan’s a creep.

In Remembrance: Elizabeth Fernea

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

I found myself unexpectedly writing an obituary today.  Elizabeth Warnock Fernea — BJ, to just about everyone — passed away yesterday afternoon.  

Saying that BJ was “a member of the faculty” is such an unfortunate understatement.  I lamented to two former coworkers this afternoon, “How do you sum up someone who was so much bigger than life?”  She put this University on the map.  Heck, she and her husband were the reason why I didn’t bust out laughing when someone suggested I move from Washington, DC, to Austin, Texas, to enroll in the Middle East program.  Otherwise, could you imagine?  Forgoing Georgetown or Chicago for Texas?

It was always a bit painful to see BJ these past couple of years.  The eyes still sparkled, but she looked so frail and fragile — these are not adjectives that one would have normally used to describe the woman who followed her husband to a rural village in Iraq in 1956 with a rudimentary knowledge of beginner’s Arabic, and thus began a career that, so far, I couldn’t even hope to match.  Not many can.  That’s kind of what made BJ unique.

I’ll admit that her determinism was sometimes a bit … annoying.  Good Lord knows that I dodged enough of her phone calls and hid in the closet once because I heard her coming — you couldn’t say no to her.  No matter how busy or overworked you were, when BJ wanted you to do something, you did it!  But her heart was always in the right place, and the number of people who’ve been exchanging messages today, offering up remembrances, memories, and tribute to their advisor, lecturer, colleague, and friend is heartwarming.

It’s kind of hard to imagine this place without her — she cast a shadow that was bigger than life.  And she will be missed.

Update: The University has set up a guestbook on their literary blog, ShelfLife@Texas. Those who knew BJ are invited to leave memories and reminiscences.

 

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