6/23/2009

Counter Trey Scholarship

I don't really know what a counter trey is in football, but once my tried to husband explain it to me.

The context of this explanation was my dissertation on feminist rhetoric and women speakers. He actually read parts of it and gave me some feedback. His main response was that my dissertation sounded like a "counter trey." He drew the play with the standard little circles and arrows to illustrate. I found that same scribbled drawing today while cleaning up. Although I don't really remember what he said in detail, I did get the gist. To explain for me, here is a basic description of the counter trey from Footballscrimmage.com:

The counter trey is a misdirection running play used in American football.

This play is designed for the offensive team to feign rushing one way, then attacking the defense in the opposite direction. In a counter trey right, the center, right guard, and right tackle block left as if the play is going left. The left guard and left tackle “pull” from their positions by moving behind the other linemen and around the right corner.

The running back takes an initial feint step to the left, then cuts back to the right, receives the handoff from the quarterback, and follows behind the pulling left guard and left tackle. The left guard and left tackle will usually be blocking smaller linebackers and defensive backs downfield–this mismatch favors the offense. The counter trey requires quick, athletic linemen for good execution.

Many teams have run this play, but it first became well-known when run by the Washington Redskins in the 1980s.

According to Answer Man at Buccaneers.com, the counter trey is spelled "trey," meaning three, instead of "tray" because it involves two linemen and the running back (I think....again, I don't really get this stuff). As Answer Man says, "When one lineman pulls to the other side it's called a "double" and so when two linemen do it it's called a "trey."

As my husband described it, the counter trey was an amazingly successful play for the Redskins because it's stealthy. It's hard to mobilize so many big men fast enough to feint in one direction and then move to the other. It requires athleticism, agility, and coordination. You have to be what Fred Flintstone used to call a "twinkle toes." (That connection would probably offend most athletes and sports fans.)

I took my husband's metaphor in two ways, both of which I think were accurate. On the good side, a counter trey is a deft maneuver, requiring serious skill. I felt complimented! On the flip side, it's an awful lot of work to get these big, hulking ideas coordinated, feinting one way, and moving the other, just to make a point. That, too, described my dissertation and most of my attempts at scholarship. Do I really need to do all this work just to make a simple point?

Today I often think that the counter trey metaphor fits what I see in academic journals. So much academic writing is filled with theory-heavy ideas, "pulling" in one direction and then another, trying to make a simple little touchdown. Of course, a counter trey maneuver is often necessary to get past the hulking expectations of disciplinary constraints and the mammoth egos of the defensive line, which is unfortunate. I admire the work of those who can do a counter trey effectively. Most often, though, I just see a jumbled mass of ideas that occasionally score a touchdown.

6/21/2009

Peaches!

I recently posted about discovering an old comic strip of Sam Hurt's Eyebeam, featuring Peaches (Queen of the Universe). Well I finally got the strip scanned! Click on the image to see the whole strip.

6/20/2009

Twin Towers


Here is a pic I found when cleaning up my home office. It was taken from the ferry during spring break 1987.

6/19/2009

Pointless Cover Songs (or more proof that I'm hopelessly retro)

I just saw one of the trailers for the new Fame and obviously there's a buzz about the quality of the remake. I have some hope for it since it has Debbie Allen, Bebe Neuwirth, Kelsey Grammer, and Charles S. Dutton in it. I just like the original Irene Cara song, and Erica Gimple's version, corny as they comes off today. The new version sounds generic to me.

I already talked about Seether's remake of Careless Whisper. Since I'm on vacation, I decided to make a pointless list of pointless cover songs. Note, I made this list prior to finding the Covers Project, which is actually a pretty decent website. So....

My Top Ten List of Pointless Cover Songs (in no particular order):

1. Anything by Britney Spears (goes without saying....)

2. Imagine by John Lennon, pointless cover by Perfect Circle

3. It's My Life by Talk Talk, pointless cover by No Doubt

4. Love Song by The Cure, pointless cover by 311

5. Kiss Me by Six Pence None The Richer, pointless cover by New Found Glory

6. Emotions by the Bee Gees, pointless cover by Destiny's Child

7. Free Falling by Tom Petty, pointless cover by John Mayer

8. Knockin' on Heaven's Door by Bob Dylan, pointless cover by Guns n Roses

9. Sweet Thing by Chaka Khan, pointless cover by Mary J. Blige. I do like their duet, and then of course I adore Chaka Khan's duet with Prince. (it's a couple of minutes into the video).

10. Dancing Queen by Abba, pointless cover by S Club 7 (I'm embarrassed to admit even know it exists, but it's from Willow's pre-tween days; I'm sure she's embarrassed to admit it too).

6/17/2009

Sweet Honey in the Rock and Some Not-so-Random Political Thoughts

Sweet Honey in the Rock is one of my all-time favorite musical groups. I got to thinking about Sweet Honey the other day when I was donating my clothing and I wrote about the politics of second-hand clothing. In learning about what actually happens to donated clothes, I was left with a sick feeling about my own consumption and how easily I succumb to buying things. I regularly feel guilty about going to Wal-Mart despite full awareness of why shopping there is so utterly wrong. I haven't reflected on this problem the way I used to in women's studies classes -- the hopeless, damned if you do, damned if you don't feeling you get when your consciousness is raised about consumption. I don't want to donate my clothing to exploitative rag-making multinational corporations. I don't want to toss my clothes in a landfill, either. So the only solution is to stop buying clothes, right? Or buy with a more heightened awareness. My answer to the dilemma of consumption has always been a cop out. I could never give my students any guidance on the issue, nor could I assuage my own guilt. I only have rationalizations and alibis. You can never truly escape the system, right? Most drop-out cultures don't really create change, right? You just do the best with what you have, right?

The connection to Sweet Honey comes from their moving song, "Are My Hands Clean." This song demystifies the travels of a cheap shirt purchased on sale at Sears. Cynthia Enloe wrote about these lyrics in her book, Bananas, Beaches and Bases (a wonderful book, by the way), in the chapter entitled, "Blue Jeans and Bankers." This chapter explores in more detail the politics laid bare in the song. Although the song is about new clothes, not second-hand clothes, the lyrics are still relevant to my dilemma:

I wear garments touched by hands from all over the world
35% cotton, 65% polyester, the journey begins in Central America
In the cotton fields of El Salvador
In a province soaked in blood,
Pesticide-sprayed workers toil in a broiling sun
Pulling cotton for two dollars a day.
Then we move on up to another rung—Cargill
A top-forty trading conglomerate, takes the cotton through the Panama Canal
Up the Eastern seaboard, coming to the US of A for the first time
In South Carolina
At the Burlington mills
Joins a shipment of polyester filament courtesy of the New Jersey petro-chemical
mills of
Dupont
Dupont strands of filament begin in the South American country of Venezuela
Where oil
riggers bring up oil from the earth for six dollars a day
Then Exxon, largest oil company in the world,
Upgrades the product in the country of Trinidad and Tobago
Then back into the Caribbean and Atlantic Seas
To the factories of Dupont
On the way to the Burlington mills
In South Carolina
To meet the cotton from the blood-soaked fields of El Salvador
In South Carolina
Burlington factories hum with the business of weaving oil and cotton into
miles of fabric
for Sears
Who takes this bounty back into the Caribbean Sea
Headed for Haiti this time—May she be one day soon free—
Far from the Port-au-Prince palace
Third world women toil doing piece work to Sears specifications
For three dollars a day my sisters make my blouse
It leaves the third world for the last time
Coming back into the sea to be sealed in plastic for me
This third world sister
And I go to the Sears department store where I buy my blouse
On sale for 20% discount
Are my hands clean?

So Sweet Honey in the Rock got my mind whirling in a hundred different directions, two of which were front and center. The first one was my deeply emotional response to Sweet Honey the first time I heard them in concert. The second was the profound impact of Bernice Johnson Reagon's 1981 speech, "Coalition Politics: Turning the century," for me and for feminism in general. (Bernice Johnson Reagon was the founder of Sweet Honey.)

Right now I want to focus on my emotionalism. Sweet Honey is an African American female a cappella ensemble. Their music draws from the tradition and history of black music around the world. Their songs focus on social justice, peace, freedom, and hope. Their recordings do not do them justice. They are meant to be heard live. Without the distraction of instruments, you can practically wrap yourself in the sound of their voices. The first time I heard them, I cried (discreetly, of course).

Reflecting on my tears reminded me of something Minnie Bruce Pratt wrote in her essay, "Identity: Skin, Blood, Heart," in the book Yours in Struggle. This essay is about a southern white woman's process of recognizing her white privilege by having lost her heterosexual privilege when she came out as a lesbian. The essay is an excellent narrative about interlocking oppression and about the insidious way that power construes identity. She writes at one point about how recognizing white privilege can strip white people of the core of their identity, leaving them to experience grief and loss, as well as disgust for their own whiteness. She explains that some people borrow the grief of others who are oppressed to process their emotions. Using herself as an example, she describes crying when she listened to black people singing in church. She describes her process:

Then I understood that I was using Black people to weep for me, to express my sorrow at my responsibility, and that of my people, for their oppression: and I was mourning because I felt they had something I didn't, a closeness, a hope, that I and my folks had lost because we had tried to shut other people out of our hearts and lives.

Finally I understood that I could feel sorrow during their music, and yet not confuse their sorrow with mine, or use their resistance for mine. I needed to do my own work: express my sorrow and my responsibility myself, in my own words, by my own actions. I could hear their songs like a trumpet to me: a startling, an awakening, a reminder, a challenge: as were the struggles and resistance of other folk: but not take them as replacement for my own work.


In retrospect, I'm not sure that my response was entirely based in this dynamic. Sweet Honey is a powerful, spiritual force, and I don't know how anyone could hear them live and not be touched. But it's certainly something to reflect on, and I don't want to deny or to dismiss too quickly my own appropriation of other people's sorrow. I know I've been guilty of that on many occasions.

This appropriation and denial is one of the things that frustrates me about white people who go through the YWCA's Dialogue on Race. Although rarely does the dialogue bring them to a point of stripping away their identities, it certainly draws out their white liberal guilt. Often the participants do not move beyond that moment of guilt, shock, and grief. They express deep empathy with the stories told by the people of color in the room (mostly black folk, since this is Louisiana). This empathy, unfortunately, complicates and perpetuates what Wendy Brown describes in States of Injury as the "wounded attachment" of oppositional identity politics that seems to play out in the Dialogues. Of course, as with any consciousness raising, it is a process, and hopefully one that extends beyond the dialogue itself.

And now to the second thought on Coalition Politics. So much can be said about this speech, but I will save that for another time. My friend Carolyn DiPalma, who co-edited a collection of essays on teaching Introduction to Women's Studies, told me that nearly all of the syllabi submissions for the book ended with Coalition Politics. The ideas from this speech have had a significant influence on feminism, pushing for the need to move beyond identity politics. Reagon makes a point that relates to my opening dilemma about what to do, about how to approach the struggle. It's not an easy point to take, but it does provide a necessary slap in the face about our grandiosity regarding social change. After telling her audience how egotistical they are for living in the womb of their present and of their own issues, she says,

We think that the issue we have at this moment has to be addressed at this moment or we will die. It is not true. It is only a minor skirmish. It must be waged guerrilla-warfare style. You shoot it out, get behind the tree so you don’t get killed, because they ain’t gonna give you what you asked for. You must be ready to go out again tomorrow and while you’re behind the tree you must be training the people who will be carrying the message forward into the next period, when they do kill you from behind the tree.

Although I think Reagon's point about minor skirmishes is well taken, I'm not sure that I can call giving my unwanted clothing to Connections for Life counts as guerrilla warfare. In fact, I'm fairly certain it doesn't measure up. I'm not sure that participating in these Dialogues on Race is anything more than a palliative for white folk, or whether or not it does anything to address racism in Baton Rouge, even though many others are confident that it does. I'm not even sure anymore that the few times I raise the various dynamics of oppression in my classrooms makes much of a difference. So I return to my cop out answer. You do what you can with what you have and you try to do a little more every day.

Some things I did today

1. Made a hair appointment
2. Ordered Dolce & Gabbana perfume online.
3. Ruined my renewal sticker for my driver's license by peeling off the adhesive part by accident.
4. Called the Department of Public Safety.
5. Set an appointment to get my clutch repaired. Expecting over 1k in repair bills.
6. Dusted. Lots and lots.
7. Sneezed. Lots and lots.
8. Checked my bank account balance.
9. Got depressed from checking my bank account balance.
10. Bought ice cream.

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Nothing much...

I am almost done with cleaning my office. What's left is the hardest part. My filing cabinet. I've done some preliminary cleaning of files, but most of the work remains. I've started cleaning and de-cluttering other parts of the house. It feels productive, but the truth is that I'm avoiding the ominous filing cabinets.

The other day I found a videotape of an interview I did with my grandmother a couple of years before she died. I sent it off to be converted to DVD. I hope they don't break it or ruin it.

I co-facilitated a new Dialogue on Race last night. It seems like it will be a good group of folk. Too soon for tensions or complications to arise.

My therapist seems utterly fascinated by D&D. He keeps asking me how it works, how the rules work, whether or not you can win, how can anyone put so much time into something, etc. It's sort of strange. I hope he doesn't start asking me to psychoanalyze my D&D characters. That would be too weird.

My latest character is named Leopold. He is a Paladin of Love with a funky build (ftr 5/monk 2/pal 3). The campaign setting is Faerun, so his goddess is Sune. She's the only chaotic deity allowed paladins, so I play him as lawful bordering on chaotic. I got on a roll and wrote a six page character background for him. It's been fun.

I don't believe in Mary-Sue-ing a character. I do think that all characters have some player projection in them; they do come from the player's mind, after all. But I really don't think my characters are much in the way of keys to unlock my emotional dramas.

Maybe my therapist is just interested in D&D as a phenomenon.

Who knows.

6/15/2009

Bizarre Twist on Nigerian Scam

I don't really know why I'm so fascinated by Nigerian Scams. But I am. I got a bizarre one today. I'm sure it's been around for a while, but this is the first time I've received one like it. It's the moneygram scam.

John Atkins emailed me (from a gmail account) telling me he's sending me part of my money via moneygram. He gave me the reference code and the answer to the secret question. (I will share it with you so you have it too. It's "green.") Then the email says you can't contact him at his email account, but if you have questions, write to this AOL account.

This is a very bizarre twist. I mean, do people really fall for this? Yep. For instance, some county treasurer in Michigan actually embezzled money from the county because he fell victim to one of the scams. How stupid can you get?

A group called Ultrascan has been tracking 419 scams for a few years. According to a 2006 report, people in the U.S. lost over 700 million dollars was lost to 419 scams. I have no idea of this research is valid. Interestingly, this group calls Nigerian scams "rhizomatic." I think a whole paper could be written on this subject. (Someone else can do it...anyone?) You can see that it's rhizomatic by reading the Wikipedia entry on Advance Fee Fraud. It lists several variations on the 419 scams.

So, I've been joking on my 419/Nigerian/Spanish Prisoner/advance fee fraud scam emails for a while on my blog. Once, I even wrote some of these guys back, giving them the name of other scammers who they might appeal to for help raising funds. Little did I know that this is a sport that many people engage in. It's called "scambaiting." A couple of years ago Wired magazine also had an article on scambaiting. I think I will do this more often!

I've read in probably half a dozen websites that that Nigerian scams are something like the third largest industry in Nigeria. I don't know how true that is. I haven't really seen a reliable source for that information. Apparently the problem is so large, that the Central Bank of Nigeria released a press release about it, a copy of which can be found on The U.S. Post Office website.

A site called Quatloos has a Nigerian Scam Gallery of letters. When I have some time, I'm going to go through it and maybe submit some that I've collected. Another scam gallery can be found on fraudgallery.com. This site also has links to other scam galleries. Also, the scams have morphed, now posted on Craig's List, Monster.com (hiring people to be the go-between for money from the U.S. to Nigeria), chat rooms, facebook, and there are even rental based Nigerian scams that cheat landlords out of money, and Nigerian scams regarding puppies.

ABC did a segment on Nigerian Scams, which can be viewed on youtube. The segment is funny. The reporter sent monopoly money to one of the scammers and then followed the process it went through. They found a sort of sweat shop of scammers in Lagos. They also show a few people who were scammed. The segment is worth a look.

As an aside, I initially thought that the opening of the segment seemed a little racist, with a hyperbolic video of some highly colorfully attired Nigerians singing and dancing about ripping off Americans. But then I read the Christian Science Monitor, which explained that this video was made by a Nigerian comedian named Osofia and it's called the Scammers Anthem. The song translates as, ""419 is just a game. You are the loser, I am the winner. White people greedy.... I take your money and disappear.... You be the fool, I be the master."

Sadly, people have even been kidnapped or murdered as a result of Nigerian scams.

Apparently, Ben Stiller is going to make a movie about Nigerian Scams. And reportedly it's -not- going to be a comedy.

More Cleaning Adventures

Today I completed not one, but TWO steps on my 40 days/40 steps cleaning plan. I cleaned the closet completely. There were three steps the the closet: Floor, top shelf, and clothes rod. I did the floor a couple of days ago. Today I did the clothes rod and top shelf. Many clothes are going to Connections for Life, which I have written about previously.

Things I found today:

1. One pair of black cowboy boots. Yes, I still have them. Yes, I am keeping them.
2. Winter scarves knitted by my grandmother. (Kept)
3. A blanket my grandmother gave me when I was in second or third grade. (Kept)
4. A Blair Witch Project movie poster received at the opening of the movie. It's in a nice tube. Anyone want it?
5. 20 year old birks. (Can you recycle birks? I don't think they are wearable anymore to donate.)
6. A box of VHS tapes I used to use in classes. They include the Crying Game and Just Another Girl on the IRT. (Tossed)
7. One Little Mermaid Lunchbox. A gift from friends. I've lugged it around for 15 years because I'm sentimental. It had inches of dust. (Donated)
8. Old super tube giant coloring posters that Willow and I did. I have one unopened tube. Apparently these posters are no longer produced. Maybe I will ebay it.

6/13/2009

Peaches, Queen of the Universe

Sam Hurt's Eyebeam comic was one of my favorite things about UT - Austin. It started in the college paper, The Daily Texan. I think it went on to syndication, but I'm not sure. When I left UT, I had people mail me the strip. My favorite character in the comic was Peaches (Queen of the Universe), the main character's niece. Peaches eventually got her own comic, but that didn't last for long. Peaches was .. well .. precocious. I just found an Eyebeam strip with Peaches that I had on my office door for a while. Maybe I'll scan it and post it. It's old (1988), torn, and flimsy. Peaches is standing on a sidewalk and a big bully comes up to her and says, "This is my sidewalk. Sorry, but no girls allowed on my sidewalk." The next frame is the bully splat on the ground and Peaches walking away while saying, "Sorry, but no sexist piglets allowed on my planet..." *sigh* I love Peaches.

Bleh

I did nothing on my 40 days/40 steps plan today. Nor did I work on updating my any of my website. At least I blogged. Twice.

Teaching at BRCC

Maymester is almost over. I will turn grades in on Monday. I had a great class. The students were very dynamic and engaged. I had only one or two students who struggled with the material. This summer, as last summer, I noticed that the students are stronger. They always seem to be that way during the summer. Several students are not actual BRCC students, but four-year students who are picking up credits during the summer. Even during my experience at universities, summer students always seemed more committed, probably because they are aware that they have to work harder in a compressed time. I am sure I've written about this before.

Summer, though, reinforces my confidence that I'm a good teacher and doing things the right way. It's harder during the school year to feel that. It's not the workload. I manage that just fine. It's the student culture at BRCC. I've also written about this before. Students just don't come to class. They walk away from good grades by absenteeism and failure to do their assignments. They don't seem to care one way or the other. At universities, it was a struggle to get students to do the reading before class. The way my classes were structured with activities and heavy discussion, classes wouldn't -work- if students weren't prepared. Most of my students quickly learned that and stepped up to the plate. Some didn't and they failed.

At BRCC I don't even expect the students to have read before class. Half of them don't buy the books, even though I tell them that they need it to pass the class. Of course the content at BRCC is vastly different. It's not as theoretical, so there's not as much to process, meaning that discussions aren't going to be as fun and challenging as they are in junior and senior level classes. Nonetheless, class time could still be devoted to application, to personal awareness, etc. But, the students just won't read. Not just a handful, but the majority. I would say a good quarter of the students don't even have the reading skills to read a college-level book. Now, I'm all for differentiated instruction. I've incorporated that philosophy into my classes for years. But truthfully it's impossible to teach a class where one-fourth of the students are illiterate and one-third of the students are absent.

To adapt to BRCC's culture of absenteeism I started making attendance mandatory in public speaking and in the fundamentals class. The fundamentals class has group projects and absenteeism prevents the groups from getting any work done. In the public speaking class, students cut class on the days they aren't giving speeches, leaving no audience. In addition, some students just don't even show up for their speeches. Unfortunately, even severe penalties do not discourage students from absences. In the interpersonal class, where I do not make attendance mandatory, absenteeism is very high. Upwards of a quarter of the students miss about a third of the class meetings. (I'm reviewing my attendance records and finding this to be the case.)

This is not even counting the students who just stop coming period and fail the class. That is a larger and more frustrating problem. BRCC students seem to walk away from a passing grade. They stop showing up one, two, seven weeks into the semester. They just stop coming to class. They don't drop. They just accept the F. I preach and preach during the first two weeks about dropping instead of getting an F, but they still don't drop. I've had students go through the first ten weeks of class, sometimes doing well, sometimes not, and then just disappear the last two or three weeks, thereby failing the class.

I understand that part of this dynamic is promoted by restrictions on financial aid. Students are required to show up in order to continue receiving their financial aid, so some will make an occasional appearance just to keep their money. They fail to see that they will have to pay that money back and having an F on your transcript isn't going to help get a job that will enable loan repayments.

All of this utterly confounds me.

My responses to these cultural problems have not been good, I think.

1. I call or email students who miss class excessively. I send multiple emails reminding them of the drop date. I invite them to contact me so we can work out their return to class if they desire.

Is this a good thing? Am I working with them and being responsive to their needs? Or am I babying them and enabling their lack of responsibility and engagement?

2. Although I still try to hold discussion and do activities, I lecture more heavily than I have at any other institution. I've gotten into the deadly and stultifiying habit of "covering" the material. Conversely, not covering the material means they won't get -any- of it, since none of them read. Moreover, fear of failure does not motivate them to read. In fact, there's a "reverse entitlement" dynamic going on here. At universities, students seem to feel entitled to grades if they show up some of the time to class and do some of the work. At BRCC, I think, students don't even feel entitled to good grades. They are content and even grateful for a C. (There are exceptions, of course.)

So by covering the material am I adapting or enabling?

3. I have simplified many of my assignments and exams. I give more multiple choice exams now, something I did only rarely at universities. My exams come straight from the testbank, something I used to be fairly disapproving of because most testbank questions do not reach the higher levels of Bloom's taxonomy. Yet, when I wrote my own questions for BRCC students, they couldn't pass the exams.

Am I dumbing down? Or simply giving the students an opportunity to pass at the level they're capable of?

I'm used to the students rising to the challenges that I set for them. I'm used to my ability to motivate them to -desire- to step up to the plate. I get discouraged during the school year because things just don't work out this way. I internalize it and take the blame for it. I feel like I keep lowering the bar in the guise of being student centered.

My dissatisfaction affects my teaching evaluations, which have dropped since I started teaching at BRCC. This is ironic since evaluations really don't matter at universities, where I had outstanding ones, while at BRCC they are taken into account in determining merit raises. Of course, I could easily teach to my evals, but I refuse to do that. I've had people tell me that I unnecessarily make my work too hard on me and too hard on the students. Sometimes I think they are correct. At the end of the spring semester, I begin to believe they are correct.

I sincerely wish there was a pedagogy for community colleges listserv to discuss these issues. Maybe there is... If not, maybe I'll start one.

So when summer classes are consistently successful, I feel very rewarded and affirmed that I'm doing the right things.

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