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Things You Really Need to Learn

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Things You Really Need to Learn

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POPaganda: The Art and Subversion of Ron English

Jesus drove an SUV, Mohammed pumped his gas.


--Ron English, Billboard Blogger

POPaganda: The Art and Subversion of Ron English


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touching chin to knee

The worship at the foot--the gesture of putting one's chin to the knee is an homage to the goers, who take us on our journeys. Blessed be the steps we take along the way...

Reach for the toe, watch the ground.

More on the helpmeet role

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The helpmeet role and being a teacher

Reflecting recently on the prevalence in my family of choosing the helpmeet role--I have been a teacher almost twenty years now, and my father was a teacher all his life. Teaching is most effective, I've found, when it truly embodies the "helpful partner" approach. But it's more than the difference between "guide on the side" and "sage on the stage"--for my father, it was choosing a supporting rather than a leading role, being the Vice-Chairman, the Assistant Director, to a lead personage in whom he had confidence and with whom he had a clear working relationship.

I've often done the same in my teaching career, supporting the principal at Alianza, supporting a colleague in the school district's technology planning effort, and now having a Technology Director who's been a teacher and has a clear vision of technology integration as key.

This reflection came in thinking about the helpmeet role as it's being played out by two of my sisters right now. One (having just lost her job) is becoming a supporting partner in her partner's massage business, setting appointments and making phone calls. Another sister is working as a production manager for a stage play, and so is the helpmeet to any number of more "senior" folks in the theater.

The lottery myth

It's so difficult to understand how the pride in identifying as "working class" was lost in the US, and how far along the process of subsuming ordinary people's interests into the interests of the ruling elite has gotten. I've long repeated the thesis that explains these phenomena with "the lottery myth." The idea is that regular folks allow the society to continue being restructured so as to deny them even the barest necessities (decent food, adequate shelter, good education, and proper medical care) while augmenting the power of the rich to indulge their every whim, because everyone in the US harbors the dream that sometime soon, I'm going to win the lottery and have all those privileges. Once I have access, it won't matter to me that most people don't.

Perhaps this is part of the explanation for the proliferation and popularity of "reality" TV shows--they are variations on the lottery, with a few lucky folks getting instant access to fame and the trappings of power.

Cleaning inside the garbage disposal

There is a small quiet competition in my household, between my wife and me, on who cleans what. I've brought up ot her a couple of times that I'm the only one who cleans inside the garbage disposal...and she talks about being the one who moves the things on the counter so the whole counter gets clean. The context goes back to the early feminist struggles of the 1970's, when I learned to change my consciousness around the definition of work. Recognizing and appreciating the repetitive, daily tasks of cleaning, cooking, caring for children (changing and washing diapers in particular) as "real" work, when they had always been at best ignored, more often reviled, as tasks to be expected from the women in my life--this was a huge change in consciousness, and one that's stayed with me these forty years.

So even though I do almost half the cooking and what I consider a more than fair share of the cleaning in our household, I still feel the presumption coming from Sefla that my maleness somehow makes me unable to see and appreciate when things need cleaning.


We've also identified a difference in tolerance for dissonance--she's visual, and is very disturbed by mess and clutter in the arrangement of objects in the house. I'm auditory, and have to fix a staticky radio signal or a beeping smoke alarm battery immediately, or it drives me crazy. Similarly, I must have the remote control with its mute button always ready for action on those rare occasions when we watch something on commercial TV, so that the "advertiser voice" won't contaminate our environment.

And speaking of environmental contamination, I think it's more this need of mine for an auditorily clean atmosphere, even more than political repulsion, that makes me turn off the radio immediately whenever George the Lesser's voice is threatening to be broadcast.

Writing about tech and writing

Very excited about the possibilities for real integration of technology and writing. The Social Software in the Academy workshop was fascinating. Will be adding more reflections on it and links soon...

opening to writing in public

Reflecting for the new year, winter solstice morning, on writing in a public space. Wishing us well in this endeavor to share our voices. Welcome to Coastal Voices, our local writing group.

Welcome to our blogspot for the Rural Voices project...