Showing posts with label UIUC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UIUC. Show all posts

4/30/2015

silliness around "youth"

I went to this awesome session at AERA two weeks ago that featured the work of youth activists.  It was very similar to a session I went to last year at AERA, except that this year's room was about five times the size of last year's.  Both years, the session was packed.

The kids were doing some pretty brilliantly innovative work, and they were employing some pretty tired narratives.  One girl, for example, introduced herself with "I don't have a father figure in my life." As if that's the one thing that defines her.  Come on. It made me want to be in a classroom with them without all the other ogling grown-ups -- to push-back on that internalized deficit-thinking and to let her push back on my inexperience with her reality.

I wanted real badly to check in with them on what it was like to have so many adults gushing over them.  Affirming?  Condescending?  Both?

Last year, I got to spend a lot of time with some smart people thinking about what the hell "youth" even means.  I'm grateful for that.

Where I'd start that conversation?  I'd write on the board, "Youth are the future," and ask them what they make of that cliche.

Alas, I quit, so I can't.

What I could do is write it on the board in the classroom I do frequent, one that fills up with students who are, some of them, twice my age.  If because youth are the future is a main thrust of argument as to why they deserve excellent education, where does that leave those of us working toward excellent education for old folks in prison, old folks in prison who are never going to be released, even?

Are people who aren't the future still worthy of our energies?  A lower priority?


9/01/2008

hoping/betting it's a prank

This just in (my inbox):


UPDATE (10:00 PM):


... I knew it. I can't decide if a prank's funnier than the thought of Herman actually sending it.

6/05/2008

Parents On Parade

At Commencement a few weeks ago, I introduced my parents to a couple of my profs and thought it was so weird. Teachers are trained to welcome their students' parents into communication about their children, but I noticed that none of my professors in college sent home a letter with me: "Dear parent(s)/guardian(s), My name is BlahBlahBlah and I am your child's ENGL 402 professor..." I found it a little strange to imagine some of my professors even knowing I had parents, let alone meeting them, if that makes sense.

This morning I was enjoying a cup of coffee with my aforementioned vampire book (which by the way, is un-put-down-able) at the cafe in the Union. There are lots of first year students here everyday for orientation, and there are lots of parents around to accompany them. I'm not that much older than them, but for a second I found myself thinking, "Oh, of course. They needed a ride here." Um, no they didn't, first year students are eighteen and mostly have drivers' licenses. They're not little kids. They can vote, smoke, and buy porn. But I saw one dad standing behind the registration table taking a picture of his son receiving his nametag sticker as if his little boy was getting ready for his first day of kindergarten. Hilarious! And also a little embarrassing.

College, in my experience, is largely a parent-free zone, physically at least. In no way do I mean to discredit the emotional and financial support I received from my parents during college. No doubt my parents played a more important role than they realize in my degree-earning process. Nor do I mean to look snobbily down on these new first years who I know can and will figure things out on their own. No way.

But as I type this post there is a pretty intense scene going on at the computer next to me involving a heavily frustrated mother-daughter-older-brother combo trying to figure out if the daughter should take PSYCH or SOC or ANTHRO or FSHN. ("Hhhhh! GOD, Mom! I don't want to take that! That's so boring!" "Hunny, PSYCH 100 is a good class. What's wrong with that class?") I guess I'm just finding it amusing because deciding which classes to take was never really something I included my parents in.

I'm being a stereotypical young adult right now, pathetically marveling at my own relative independence, I know. But come on, freshman are funny. Being new at something is goofy. Man, I am not looking forward to being the new person again.

4/27/2008

yessssss

I stopped by the English Building last night to work on my portfolio in the computer lab. The lab was closed, but as I was exiting the building, I happened upon about 25 high-school-looking kids playing D and D in the lounge. I couldn't have been more happy to see them; because, that is hilarious.

3/25/2008

I want to like this,



but it feels a little too second-wave-y for my liking. Or something. Your thoughts?

Happy Women's Month, by the way.

Not unrelated, I re-watched Roman Holiday this past weekend, and I was struck, during this scene especially, with a tinse of regret at not haven taken any film classes at UIUC. I just want to sit around and talk about this scene, and the one before it, all day. Maybe I'll watch it with students one day.

3/16/2008

another Seinfield and another Johnny reference

Johnny has had many crazy/awesome ideas over the years, one of which was to have a news broadcast that only gave good news. For example, "On Main Street today, a young woman saw an old woman drop a ten dollar bill. That young woman picked up the money, and gave it to the old woman. : )"

This report, linked from the UIUC homepage, reminded me of that idea.

Also, the series-finale-of-Seinfield parallels seem too obvious to comment on.

2/28/2008

Only on a university campus

can a guy sit around sipping a latte and chatting with colleagues in a brown suit and a red bowtie and take himself seriously. It's 20-fucking-08, guy.

2/27/2008

Okay, I'm not a huge Unofficial fan, but

is this the best they can do?



And you know, I like that Nick Burbules guy. He gave a talk about blogging at the Y that I mentioned here. Nick, come on... What are dorks like me going to do? Why not take a page from Students for Environmental ConcernS book, and plan something sweet that gives students a viable option to be not-completely-heinous:



You're welcome, by the way, for this all-access pass to my email.

12/09/2007

Here's a silly piece I wrote for a class this semester,

and by silly I mean dead serious.


This one goes out to all the haters: the back-to-basics, the five-paragraph-essays, the your-not-you’res and the you’re-not-yours, to the SATs and the ACTs, to the canonical-texts, and to the Standard-Englishes and English-Onlys; this one goes out to the cartoons-are-Saturday-morning-kid-stuffs: y’all are missing OUT!

I call urgently for inclusion of comics in language arts classrooms because:

1. It allows language arts teachers to be language and art teachers.

In Understanding Comics, Scott McCloud maps out what he calls “the pictoral vocabulary," a comprehensive and multidimensional system of understanding how we represent what we’re thinking, feeling, seeing, being, wanting, needing, doing, etc (51-3). When classroom literacy gets isolated into one corner of Scott’s map, boringness threatens, but more importantly, students miss out on learning vital literacy skills. Go ahead and teach traditional text after traditional-ol’ text, and come crawling back to the graphic novel when you can’t peel your students away from the television and computer screen as they desperately seek ways to practice their visual literacy skills. The point is, whether we give students the opportunity to practice visual literacy in classrooms or not, they are going to seek out and encounter visual texts on their own anyway. Now, we could leave them to their own devices, and let them find and use their own strategies for understanding the visual texts that inundate their everyday lives, or we can guide them to critical readings and analyses of these texts, just as we guide them into critical reading and analyses of traditional texts. Why not show students that even a TV show is a text, a text ripe for questioning like any other text they’re used to seeing in English class? Take those close readings, those understandings of symbolism, irony, paradox, and ambiguity; take those deconstruction methods; take those contextualization skills, and apply them to Will Eisner’s texts as well as Will Shakespeare’s! That’s all I’m saying! (Except that I’m also about to say that reading comics takes those skills and more!)

2. Yeah, students need visual literacy skills.

I’m going to loosely define visual literacy as what it takes to make meaning of magazine ads, billboards, movies, facial expressions, hairstyles, flow-charts, tabloids, Picasso, and maps. More or less. Gunther Kress and Theo van Leeuwen, in The Grammar of Visual Design, write about the ability to understand and produce “a complex interplay of written text, images and other graphic elements, and ... these elements combine[d] together into visual designs, by means of layout” (15). If you don’t teach students to read this stuff, and further, to compose this stuff, they’re not going to ask pressing questions about what they see in a world that requires them to take in and put out visual messages all day. Students who have practice with reading and manipulating visual texts will have an advantage over those who don’t. Let’s eliminate the “those who don’t” category. Students who are well-versed in visual semiotics, for example, will be able to look critically at a political debate before they vote, at advertisements for products they’re considering purchasing, at graphs they’re preparing for presentations, at their homes when they’re attempting to sell them, at clothes they’re considering wearing to job interviews, and at countless other nontraditional texts that nonetheless send messages. Pictures aren’t just for kids; they can be difficult and engaging – but not so difficult that students can’t learn their grammar. Kress and van Leeuwen observe that, “visual communication is either treated as the domain of a very small elite of specialists, or disvalued as a possible form of expression for articulate, reasoned communication, seen as a ‘childish’ stage one grows out of.” Word. (/Picture.) So comics can be eschewed from the language arts classroom as a way to ask students to grow out of their old picture books, or they can be held off as art teachers’ territory. Or, language arts teachers could embrace the opportunity that comics give them to draw on students’ prior experience with their childhood picture books and build into reading images using complex reading strategies. I’ll take what’s behind door number three, please!

3. All texts are visual, but comics are ultra-visual, and therefore better.

When we read any written text, we see the ink on the page, we process the arrangement of ink, and we make meaning from that arrangement. But check this out [image of traditional text], and check this out [image of Palestine]. Teach comic books and teach sequencing (McCloud 5), juxtaposition (7), iconography (26), closure (95), composition of space, time, change, and memory (115), synaesthtics (123), interdependency (149); give students the opportunity to think critically about what’s language and what’s art; what’s both (164). What could happen to students who don’t learn to read and write visually? I’d rather not think about it. But for the sake of going there, here’s what might happen:

4. Students might not learn to scrutinize essentialism if they don’t learn how to read comics.

Cat – it’s the ultimate classroom example for understanding deconstruction (Parker 54). When you have the word cat, Parker explains, "you can imagine a reference to the familiar domestic feline, or to a hugely inconsistent range of felines, domestic and wild, living and extinct. It can also refer to a bulldozer, a stylish man, any of several different colleges of advanced technology, the act of masculine philandering (catting around), a backbiting woman, a catfish, a CAT scan, a catalytic converter, and so on through a long and continuously evolving list of other meanings" (54).

In more technical terms, one signifier, cat, has multiple signifieds, all of the above. But when you’ve got [an image of “the familiar domestic feline”], the bulldozer possibility becomes a little less probable. A more problematic example? Signifer: woman. Signified: [image of a stereotypically feminine woman]. Now what? McCloud goes on and on about how cool the “universality of cartoon imagery” is because “the more cartoony a face is, for instance, the more people it could be said to describe” (31). Read: the more cartoony a signifier gets, the more we can make generalizations about the signified. Which would seem rather limiting. Except that I have this theory of the wink.

The wink: ;-)

The wink is a visual icon for “I’m kidding/I’m just playing/I’m being a little facetious here” (For the purposes of this text, I’ll refrain from deconstructing ;-) into “Come hither,” “Hey, kiddo,” “You know what I’m sayin, dawg?,” “My eye’s twitching,” etc. – or at least I’ll refrain from doing so outside of these parentheses.) So: given that the production of a text involves an innumerable set of choices (this-word-or- that, this-character-trait-or-that, this-event-or-that – or that or that or that), and given that comics bring together words and pictures and therefore multiply the range of choices by this-image-or-that, this-line-or-that, this-color-or-that, this-size-space-or-that (– or that or that or that), comics texts, even when they seem to send irreconcilably essentialist messages (i.e. This is what a woman looks like; this is what a Black person looks like; this is what God looks like), can wink at readers, can signify nuance.

They can wink at readers, that is, if readers know how to and so wish to make eye-contact with the text, get intimately critical with that text. When the reader is aware of the text’s creation process, that is, the set of innumerable choices the creator made, s/he can look for and find instances of textual ;-)ing. Paulo Freire might have called this ;-)-search in the classroom a type of “problem-posing education [that] involves a constant unveiling of reality... striv[ing] for the emergence of consciousness and critical intervention in reality” (68). And when students do that, there’s nothing absolutely wrong with using a problematic text. In fact, it’s useful. In one of her many works on the importance of prioritizing critical literacy in English language arts classrooms, Hilary Janks “uses critical discourse analysis to show that [certain advertisements put out by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR)], designed to dispose us kindly to refugees, are premised on a discourse of sameness that constructs difference negatively” (1). She goes on in this article to deconstruct this discourse of sameness communicated by both images and written text in one of the advertisements:

In Spot the refugee, an obvious place to begin is with the opening instruction, prominent because it is printed in capital letters in a large bold font. This is the only command in a text that is otherwise made up of statements. If you respond to this imperative by looking carefully at the lego figures, trying to find the one that stands out as a refugee, the text has already constructed you as someone who thinks of refugees as visibly different. If you refuse this construction, but are nevertheless intrigued by the juxtaposition of lego dolls and refugees, you may start reading the text. If you then look for the refugee in the Fourth row, second from the left. The one with the moustache, you will nevertheless have been reeled in by the text, only to discover that you have been cheated, because—

The unsavoury looking character you’re looking at is more likely to be your average
neighbourhood slob with a grubby vest and a weekend’s stubble on his chin. And the
real refugee could just as easily be the clean-cut fellow on his left.

In addition, you will have been constructed as someone who assumes that refugees look like “unsavoury”, unshaved “slobs”. And because you are now someone who sees refugees as both different from and inferior to you, you need to learn that “clean-cut” refugees are just like you and me. But do not worry, the UNHCR is there to set us straight. (Janks 4-5)

In this example, what Janks implies but doesn’t explicitly state is how the images of the lego dolls don’t just reinforce the messages in the visual text, but are rather an integral element of the text as a whole. (Incidentally, same thing goes for comics.) The advertisement overtly commands viewers to read the lego images; this students can do, and do do, on their own every time they watch television or read a billboard. That’s where prior knowledge comes in; students are familiar with combinations of images and words. What Janks demonstrates, and what she later asks teachers to help students do, is to build on this prior knowledge by reading the advertisement critically, analyzing the ways that the lego images work with the words to alienate and stigmatize refugees even as the UNHCR purports to do the opposite.

If more students learned to look for and recognize ;-)ing texts in the ways that Janks proposes, then maybe those students would have less trouble deconstructing pervasive images like this [Bush with the Mission Accomplished banner]. What’s wrong with literacy education when students’ can’t or aren’t asking what’s wrong (or right?) with this picture? Nothing un-fixable; just teach comics!

Okay, wait. Sure, you could work to “unveil reality,” as Freire suggests, within a word-only text, but using comics to do so is way better because comics more obviously reinforce metacognition. The very form of a comic text challenges an alphabetic text in the way that critically literate persons challenge every text. When a comic means “woman” and draws a human figure wearing a dress, the comic lays down essentialist content in an essentialist form. Once students learn the grammar of visual semiotics (eg. how does one communicate “woman” with an image), then practicing that visual grammar by reading comics lets them practice their pointing and jeering at the essentialization of what it means, or looks like, to be, for example, a woman. Or if you prefer critical consideration to pointing and jeering, that could work, too. Word-only texts invite these types of critical considerations also, I know. But compared to comics that lay it all out there for the reader, for better of worse, in an image-laden and therefore familiar form, word-only texts start to seem a little dodgy. You get a text from your friend Keisha, for example, that reads “How’s it hangin?” and you might reply “Can’t complain. What’s up with you?” If Keisha clarifies her message, though, by sending a picture of the Matisse she just bought and mounted, you might more helpfully reply, “It’s upside down.” For students learning to read critically, comics are more accessibly interpretable because of the fact that they employ a pictoral vocabulary that more often than not shows the reader what they mean more statically and universally than do words with their multiple meanings.

5. Um, students are already reading comics (or comics-like texts) anyway. Use that.

And not just as a ploy to “make school fun.” No, play the game. Meet those standards. Remember at the beginning of this rant when I warned that your students are already taking in combinations of images and texts in infinite multiplicities? (Okay, well actually I said, “Go ahead and teach traditional text after traditional-ol’ text, and come crawling back to the graphic novel when you can’t peel your students away from the television and computer screen as they desperately seek ways to practice their visual literacy skills.”) Let me reiterate that. Students are interested in comics. In his introduction to Building Literacy Connections with Graphic Novels: Page By Page, Panel By Panel, James Bucky Carter cites study after study that affirms the use of comics in the classroom as valuable tools for practicing Freire’s reality unveil-ation with students who are reluctant readers, reluctant writers, English language learners, and also, um, any student who spends any time engaging with our visually-saturated pop culture. Nancy Frey and Douglas Fisher, in the same volume, submit convincing anecdotal evidence to this accord: Comics, they write, “provided a visual vocabulary of sorts for scaffolding writing techniques, particularly dialogue, tone, and mood,” and that they “afforded [them] a space to provide students with instruction on the craft and mechanics of writing” (143). Finally, their students “not only became better writers, but also better consumers of ideas and information” (143). In short, by using texts, or textual formats, with which students already feel familiar, language arts teachers can affirm the knowledge and skills that students already have as a way of motivating them to learn and acquire more knowledge and skills.

So it goes that (1) if comics give teachers a way to teach language (and) arts as a broad system of representation that (2) build visual literacy which is (3) an essential skill that (4) invites students to practice critical literacy, and that (5) makes that type of literacy accessible to all students*, then not teaching comics disallows all of the above and therefore condemns students to the festering status quo.


* I'm not sure how to accommodate a graphic novel, nor therefore this text, to the literacy needs of students with visual impairments that inhibit their abilities to see a text. I'm not not thinking about this; I just haven't come up with anything yet.


12/05/2007

commemoration, just in case

The last thing I should be doing right now is posting to my blog. I have a paper due Friday morning for a class that I care about, and that I've learned a lot in, and that I want to do thoughtful work for. My last paper. Of college.

Okay, so I'll most likely have reflective analyses to do for my education classes next year, and I'll definitely have to write a philosophy of education. But this is the last real paper. My last piece of literary critical analysis. How sad.

As I'm reading back over what I've written of this last paper thus far I'm struck by how much my writing has changed in my time at UIUC. For example, I've used the word I in this paper six times already. In this blog post, so far, I've ended three clauses (one sentence) with a preposition. And this is the sixth sentence fragment. Four years of undergraduate coursework in English, and this is what I have to show for it. (And by this, I mean a departure from giving a rat's fat ass about mechanical convention and an energized focus on finding interesting and worthwhile things to read and write about, like the texts I'm writing about for this last paper, and the ones I'm using to inform my response.)

Forgive me the obnoxious navel-gazing, I'm just having a moment with my English-major-hood that's ending this week.

(And sure, I'll probably go back to grad school. This probably isn't my last paper. But things happen, and I thought I'd say a few words just in case.) Lots of parentheses in this post.

11/11/2007

told me to tell you

When I was in second or third grade, my best friend and I, charged with a duty to fundraise for our school and motivated by the chance to win a frantic minute in the flying money box, set out one afternoon to sell some World's Finest Cholocate. For whatever reason, we decided that her block would be better than mine, tragically unaware that the lack of foresight that we demonstrated in not coming up with a thorough plan for the distribution of our labor was about to cause catastrophe.

One of her neighbor's bought three chocolate bars from me; that is, six dollars into my manilla envelope, and not hers. And she was pissed. An argument over who had the right to sell candy to that particular neighbor ensued, escalated, and culminated in my hair getting pulled. (I'm going somewhere with this, by the way.) This is the way that I remember the incident, although I'm sure she recalls it differently.

Anyway, I ended up running home crying, and darting down to my parents' office in the basement to relate my tale of woe to my mom. I can't remember her advice, but it must have been sufficient for helping me to move on; because, I was making my way back upstairs to my room when I passed the back door and happened to engage in what was to be one of the most poignant scenes of my life. My friend stood there, her cheeks stained with tears. "MY MOM SAID TO TELL YOU I'M SORRY!" she said, in a kind of heavy-metal sing-song. "FINE!" I responded. And it actually did end up being fine, much to both of our relief.

Yesterday I had the honor of attending an awards banquet put on by the College of Education for the purpose of recognizing outstanding scholars and giving them a chance to thank their scholarship sponsors. I was seated at a table with my parents and two of my brothers, a classmate, her father, and the grandson of the sponsor of a scholarship I was given.

Throughout brunch, my sponsor's grandson told me about his grandmother and her commitment to education. She sounds like a really interesting and admirable woman, and so when it was time for me to accept my scholarship and say a word of thanks, I was sincere in my gratitude for being awarded in her name.

After pictures with the Dean, I went back to my table and handed the folder with the certificate in it to my mom so that she could have a look. Amused, she handed it back to me, calling my attention to the flyer inside that reads in CAPS locked, bolded italics, "PLEASE MAKE SURE TO HAND WRITE YOUR NOTE TO YOUR DONOR" It goes on:

SAMPLE:
Dear Dr./Mr. or Mrs. Donor:

1st paragraph
  • tell why you are writing
  • refer to scholarship by its name

2nd paragraph
  • talk about where you are from, year of study & your major/focus
  • you may want to reveal why you chose to attend UIUC
  • point out your accomplishments, professional affiliations or oranizational involvement

3rd paragraph
  • close by sharing your goals & future plans
  • be sure to thank the donor for their generosity in providing this scholarship and tell the donor how their support has made a difference

Thank the donor again.

Sincerely,
Your name

Give me a freaking break; this is hilarious. Recalling the World's Finest adventure, I've got this image of myself standing slouched at this woman's back door, apathetically mumbling, "The College of Ed told me to tell you I'm grateful."

11/05/2007

University of Illinois has officially retired the Chief... NOT!

Clearing out my desktop this morning to prepare for the coming week, I came across this Word doc that I've been meaning to blog about since it came into my inbox last week:

2007 Homecoming Parade Floats

Statement:

Earlier this year, the University retired the use of Chief Illiniwek and Native American imagery as symbols of the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign and its intercollegiate athletics programs. The University then withdrew license from commercial manufacturers to create merchandise that used the Chief Illiniwek logo.

As administrators planned this year’s Homecoming parade, they created a policy that they interpreted was in keeping with the retirement directive. In reviewing that policy, Chancellor Richard Herman has determined that the interpretation was overly broad.

The University values free speech and free expression and considers Homecoming floats, decorations, costumes and related signage all representations of such personal expression.

Therefore, Chancellor Herman has directed the Homecoming Committee to strike the existing policy from the Homecoming float guidelines.

This directive applies to Regulation O: Parade entries may not display Chief Illiniwek logos or other native American imagery. The Homecoming parade has not been authorized to use the licensed image of the Chief. Examples include but are not limited to: T-shirts, official and unofficial Chief symbols, pomming of the Chief symbol on float, costumes & signs.

How incredibly disappointing. What I'd really like is a fast forward button to get this University, which does do some really cool things, I swear, past this embarrassing mess. I'm really sick of the "Paint the Stadium Chief" signs in many of the campus and local businesses. (The ones in the Illini apparel shops are what really get me. Capitalist pigs!) I'm sick of "Honor the Chief" t-shirts. I'm sick of Facebook groups like "We will never forget the Chief!"

The University retired the Chief last year with good reason and thousands of my undergrad peers have mobilized to "save" the racist symbol. They'll tell you it's not about preserving racism, that it's about preserving everything the Chief symbolizes for them: loyalty, honor, tradition, blah, blah, blah. You know what I think all of this unfortunately misguided activism is about? Honoring that great drunken frenzy that many of my undergrad peers associate with athletic events. Honoring The Breakfast Club. Honoring flip cup. Things like that...

I'm not knocking the partying. Over the course of my three and a half years here, I myself have actually attend a few social gatherings at which alcohol was served. But come on! You're college students! You're educated (or getting there.) Get your heads out of your asses (or more accurately: get yourselves out of KAM'S), and try to understand why the removal of the Chief was called for.

While you're at it, try mobilizing for something more significant than your right to get drunk with your frat brothers.

10/31/2007

sexual intercourse

I swear, I copied these notes straight off the board in class today.

10/12/2007

S.P.E.A.K. Cafe

Last night I checked out S.P.E.A.K. -- Song.Poetry.Expression.Art.Knowledge. -- Cafe, an open mic night with a social justice focus set-up by UIUC's African American Studies and Research Program and the Krannert Art Museum.

Um, coolest thing ever.

Highlights included a student from Urbana High School who read about the ways that she wants to resist the image of the "video ho" that she's told to emulate; a student from Centennial who read his scathing adaptation of the Bibical Sermon on the Mount that ended with "Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs are the streets of America;" and a guy who looked to be college-student age who read about refusing love as the path to oneness, or completeness, or happiness, or whatever. He introduced his work by saying that he was writing against the notion that you gotta be all blues when she's gone and left you, and once she comes back you go jazz. Love it.

The next one is November 8th from 7:00 to 9:00 pm at the cafe in Krannert Art Museum. Seriously, check it out if you're in C-U.

10/01/2007

a lose/lose situation

Walking home across the quad today, I observed a man standing on a bench in front of the Union holding a microphone and a placard that promised eternal damnation to queers, feminists, atheists, etc., the usual. While I found his whole thing offensive, or more just obviously and annoyingly flawed, I was also a little disturbed by the crowd of students standing around laughing their asses off, and asking him leading questions as they put their digital cameras right in his face. So they didn't agree with him? Neither did I. But they were being jerks, you know? What good does that do?

Kind of a depressing scene.

8/29/2007

keeping myself amused

Late last night I was walking home from work I snapped a few photos of this little thingy that I've been admiring the past few weeks.

It doesn't look like much when you pass it coming from east,


nor from the front,


but it's a face!

8/23/2007

Captain Hook

I noticed this picture in the Main Library today, and was drawn immediately to the eyepatch. Although my first impression was that the man in the portrait must have been half-former trustee, half-pirate, I checked out eyepatch on Wikipedia. I guess they were more common for non-pirates back before advanced eye surgeries. I always thought that pirates wore them because their other eyes got stabbed out or something gross like that, but it's a practical thing having to do with their eyes adjusting to the light difference above and below deck. Hm.


New learned thing for today: James Joyce occasionally wore an eyepatch even though he didn't need one.

8/22/2007

"Ghetto Bus Tour"

I came across an old copy of the Daily Illini from July in a shop on campus today, and picked it up because the full-page image of a woman with a microphone on a school bus and the headline "Touring the Projects" caught my eye.

The story highlights the work of Beauty Turner, a former resident of the Robert Taylor Homes in Chicago. Ms. Turner shows the $20-paying customers on her "Ghetto Bus Tour" that "all those news reports [about the violence and drug-activity in the projects] distorted what day-to-day life was like." She says, "All the horror stories that you heard about in the newspapers, it was not like that at all." These tours, she hopes, will help to raise awareness of her cause, alleviating the plight of former residents of the various projects that are being destroyed as part of the Chicago Housing Authority's $1.6 billion "Plan for Transportation." Where are they supposed to go? is what she wants to know. Quite wisely, she observes, "People that come in [to these neighborhoods] don't want to look across the street and see seven little black churches in a three-block radius. What they want to see is a Dominick's, and sushi joints and a Starbucks."

Don Babwin, the AP journalist who wrote the article, doesn't seem to be entirely convinced. Or he might just be presenting both sides of the argument. Anyway, he lists a few of what Turner refers to as the "horror stories" and mentions that the Housing Authority are accusing her of only showing the "bad things" and of "taking a circuitous route so she doesn't have to drive by the new stuff."

Frankly, I'm behind Turner. What exactly will the planned progress look like? Where are these former residents going to live, and where are the seven little black churches going to fit? Without knowing, admittedly, too much about this Plan for Transformation, I'm still a little skeptical.

That said, a tour? How useful is a tour? Babwin reports that Turner's clientele consists of "students, academics, activists, journalists and residents of Chicago and surrounding suburbs -- most of them white and visiting a part of Chicago they've only seen on television or from the expressway as they sped by." I'm torn, because I'm part of that group. I've never spent any time in any of those neighborhoods; I've seen them from the Dan Ryan. At the same time though, making a tourist attraction of people instinctively feels wrong to me. But what would be better?




In other news, classes started today. One of my profs, after placing a fan on the desk on one of my classmates, literally inches from his face, asked us to write down all of our contact information on these recycled business cards that she passed out. But they were already printed on both sides? And then she wrote on the board "Name," "Where you're from," and "Doing with your life" and asked us to introduce ourselves with that information.

Doing with my life? Oh I don't know, today I've been thinking about Ghetto Bus Tours. I'll probably get some coffee later.