We need to talk...

This is a break-up letter I found the other day. I've been thinking about it a lot, and had I been around for the writing, I would have signed my name at the bottom in approval. I lifted it from this page in its entirety.


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The Generation M Manifesto

8:01 AM Wednesday July 8, 2009

Tags:Economy, Generational issues, Global business

Dear Old People Who Run the World,

My generation would like to break up with you.

Everyday, I see a widening gap in how you and we understand the world — and what we want from it. I think we have irreconcilable differences.

You wanted big, fat, lazy "business." We want small, responsive, micro-scale commerce.

You turned politics into a dirty word. We want authentic, deep democracy — everywhere.

You wanted financial fundamentalism. We want an economics that makes sense for people — not just banks.

You wanted shareholder value — built by tough-guy CEOs. We want real value, built by people with character, dignity, and courage.

You wanted an invisible hand — it became a digital hand. Today's markets are those where the majority of trades are done literally robotically. We want a visible handshake: to trust and to be trusted.

You wanted growth — faster. We want to slow down — so we can become better.

You didn't care which communities were capsized, or which lives were sunk. We want a rising tide that lifts all boats.

You wanted to biggie size life: McMansions, Hummers, and McFood. We want to humanize life.

You wanted exurbs, sprawl, and gated anti-communities. We want a society built on authentic community.

You wanted more money, credit and leverage — to consume ravenously. We want to be great at doing stuff thatmatters.

You sacrificed the meaningful for the material: you sold out the very things that made us great for trivial gewgaws, trinkets, and gadgets. We're not for sale: we're learning to once again do what is meaningful.

There's a tectonic shift rocking the social, political, and economic landscape. The last two points above are what express it most concisely. I hate labels, but I'm going to employ a flawed, imperfect one: Generation "M."

What do the "M"s in Generation M stand for? The first is for a movement. It's a little bit about age — but mostly about a growing number of people who are acting very differently. They are doing meaningful stuff that matters the most. Those are the second, third, and fourth "M"s.

Gen M is about passion, responsibility, authenticity, and challenging yesterday's way of everything. Everywhere I look, I see an explosion of Gen M businesses, NGOs, open-source communities, local initiatives, government. Who's Gen M?Obama, kind of. Larry and Sergey. The Threadless, Etsy, and Flickr guys. Ev, Biz and the Twitter crew. Tehran 2.0. The folks at Kiva, Talking Points Memo, and FindtheFarmer. Shigeru Miyamoto, Steve Jobs, Muhammad Yunus, and Jeff Sachs are like the grandpas of Gen M. There are tons where these innovators came from.

Gen M isn't just kind of awesome — it's vitally necessary. If you think the "M"s sound idealistic, think again.

The great crisis isn't going away, changing, or "morphing." It's the same old crisis — and it's growing.

You've failed to recognize it for what it really is. It is, as I've repeatedly pointed out, in our institutions: the rules by which our economy is organized.

But they're your institutions, not ours. You made them — and they're broken. Here's what I mean:

"... For example, the auto industry has cut back production so far that inventories have begun to shrink — even in the face of historically weak demand for motor vehicles. As the economy stabilizes, just slowing the pace of this inventory shrinkage will boost gross domestic product, or GDP, which is the nation's total output of goods and services."

Clearing the backlog of SUVs built on 30-year-old technology is going to pump up GDP? So what? There couldn't be a clearer example of why GDP is a totally flawed concept, an obsolete institution. We don't need more land yachts clogging our roads: we need a 21st Century auto industry.

I was (kind of) kidding about seceding before. Here's what it looks like to me: every generation has a challenge, and this, I think, is ours: to foot the bill for yesterday's profligacy — and to create, instead, an authentically, sustainably shared prosperity.

Anyone — young or old — can answer it. Generation M is more about what you do and who you are than when you were born. So the question is this: do you still belong to the 20th century - or the 21st?

Love,

Umair and the Edge Economy Community"

A letter to my mom

This is the email I wrote to my mother when she asked about the National Equality March this weekend.



Hi Mom!

I had a really great time. I am a little sick now which is no good. I have a yucky lung cough, but not a fever, so I don't know what to call it. I felt pretty bad during the march (not much food, it was hot, lots of marching), but I feel much better now (but not well yet). The trip was so exciting! One Saturday, I went through one of the smithsonian museums, and then joined a "flash" protest against Don't Ask Don't Tell. I don't know why they called it a flash protest, because "flash" usually refers to something that only takes a few minutes. This protest took a few hours, and was very long and tiring. Afterward, I went back to the hotel and relaxed. The actual National March for Equality was on Sunday. There were 150,000 to 250,000 people there marching! It was incredible. I marched past the whitehouse on the way to the capitol.

I have to think that being out and going to the white house and fighting for my rights as an American and as a human being makes a difference. If I don't believe that, then I might as well pack up and leave. Even though we haven't seen the change President Obama has promised, we are getting closer. On the night before the march, the President announced that he was with us, and that he is working on repealing don't ask don't tell. While I don't believe in war, I do believe in justice and equality for all, and that means fighting for the kind of country where anyone can do what they aspire to do, even if I disagree with them and even if it doesn't affect me. While I can always wish that more people would contact their legislators, I am the only person I hold myself accountable for, and I gave up my weekend to go to Washington D.C.

Love,

Boy

National March for Equality

Think about me. Think about the kinds of things I like and the things I am interested in. Now imagine a restaurant perfectly tailored to me and those things. That is where I am right now. The restaurant is called Busboys and Poets, and it is basically the most hippie restaurant I have been to. Check out their website here.

We have been in DC for about three hours and we have done plenty of walking, visited two Starbucks, and found the fairtrade/wage/everything restaurant.

The plan for the day is to eat, hit up the Smithsonian, and then try to go to one of the many National Equality March events that are happening before the actual march tomorrow. NEM events can be found here.


Enough reading. Look at some pictures!

MBLGTACC


Last night, I headed up to the third floor of the Union for the M-PAW meeting, and I left feeling charged. M-PAW is the central planning team for the 2012 MBLGTACC at U of M. We covered the things you expect to cover at the first meeting for a conference that we have never hosted, until Mitch suggested that we share our visions. He said that we should just say what we think about when we think of the conference. Mitch's vision was of himself standing with a clipboard, directing people. My vision was of 2000 people who physically come together, although they have been digitally connected since the end of the 2011 conference.

My vision for the conference is visibility and transparency. I see the CPT blogging about what they are doing to prepare the conference. I see vlogs, blogs, tweets, texts, promotion videos, and photo streams. I see web cams and live blogs, revolutionary workshops, and youtube celebrities. I see digital maps, iphone friendly websites, and intuitively found information. I see the
conference as an opportunity to use the cool technology that has been created.

So, yeah. I see a lot of things. In anticipation of Wisconsin's conference, I present to you, their website!


Statement

This is another of my favorites from This American Life. It also happens to come from the same episode as "Up Where the Air is Clear".
Note from the editor: As you can read in the comments, this work is called "Title" and was written by Greg Allen in 1989 and is part of the show  "Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind Blind." As is any work that is penned anywhere (in the US at least), this is copyrighted material, so don't go thinking I am the creative genius behind it.

The following script was transcribed by myself from the audio of the short as performed by the Neofuturists on This American Life Episode 241.

"Title"


Person 1: Statement. Statement. Statement. Question?

Person 2: Agreement.

P1: Reassured statement. Confident statement. Overconfident statement.

P2: Question?

P1: Elaborate defensive excuse.

P2: Half-hearted agreement

P1: Insecure statement. Distracted statement. Absurd statement.

P2: Clarification question?

P1: Panicked bullshit explanation! Quick meaninless comic non-sequiter

P2: [laughter]

P1: [laughter] haha, fake laughter, haha, fake laughter

P1: Accidental compliment of physical characteristics.

P2: Pleased response.

P1: Shocked continuation of meanililess comic non-sequiter.

P2: [laughter]

P1: haha, relief laughter, haha.

P2: Superficial compliment.

P1: Self-assured agreement as denial.

P1: Exagerated statement. Exagerated statement. Grossly exagerated statement.

P2: Clarification question?

P1: Extremely exagerated elusidation.

P2: Mental compliment with accidental double entendre.

P1: hohoho, confident laughter, haha.

P2: Embarassed laughter, haha.

P1: Confident suggestive proposition.

P2: Violent denial!

P1: Aghast repetition as question.

P2: Disgusted, violent denial!

P1: Defensive incriminating implication.

P2: Offended retort.

P1: Aggressive childish insult.

P2: Disbeleiving retorical question?

P1: Aggressive childish insult.

P2: Stunned silence.

P1: Aggressive childish insult!

P2: Defensive childish response!
P1: Aggressive childish insult!
P2: Defensive childish response!
P1: Aggressive childish insult!
P2: Defensive childish response!


P1: Attempted condescending conclusive statement!

P2: Brilliant scathing remark with iterary allusion and longterm devestating scatalogical implications.

P1: Pathetic self revelation.


Check them out at Neofuturists.org; And of course, check out This American Life here.

A favorite story

This is one of my favorite stories. I heard it this past December on This American Life's repeat episode of "20 Acts in 60 Minutes" from 2003. I love it so much, I transcribed it for your viewing pleasure. You can listen to the episode online for free; the story starts around 17:50.


Up Where the Air is Clear
by Jonathon Goldstein

Before he ever moved to Gotham city, before he grew into the overweight obsessive sad sack of his later years, The Penguin was a poet and a dandy, who lived in London. He wrote complex villignelles and threw lavish dinner parties at which he only became more charming the more he drank. He wore a monocle, a top hat, and carried an umbrella. One evening at one of his dinner parties, after hours spent sipping absinthe, The Penguin ran up to the roof of his building, opened up his large black umbrella, and leapt off into the air. As he coasted to the ground, he hollered out lines from Blake...stuff about grabbing life by the fat of its stomach, and giving it a twist. He was that crazy. He was that bursting with life.

From that night on, he made it his habit to jump off roofs ever higher, while clutching an umbrella. After a while, he got pretty good at it too. He saw that by kicking his legs and twisting his back a certain way, he could actually prolong his flight, coasting all over the place, sometimes only landing after several daring minutes aloft.

It came to pass that The Penguin started hearing more and more about a certain nanny named Mary Poppins. She too, he was told, had been floating around London hanging from an umbrella handle. Everywhere he went, The Penguin kept hearing about her. How it was simply insane that they had not met each other yet. So finally, a dinner party was arranged by someone who knew them both; and on the evening of the party, The Penguin walked into the drawing room, saw Mary Poppins on the divan, doffed his top hat, and bowed low as was his style in those days.

He'd planned a few things to say and do when first meeting Mary Poppins. He thought he might lift up his umbrella as though challenging her to a duel. He imagined she would smile, and take up her own frilly, perhaps pink, umbrella; and then, together they would dance about the room, leaping over furniture, parrying and thrusting, perhaps even winding things up breathing heavily nose to nose.

Instead what happened,was The Penguin became very shy and quiet. As he stood there staring at her, his top hat felt needlessly clumsy, his monocle too small for his face, and the squinting needed to keep it in place was giving him a slight headache. For the first time in his life, The Penguin felt ludicrous.

"I imagine you two must have an infinite amount of things to speak of," said their host as he sat them together at the dinner table. The Penguin nodded uncertainly.

After three or four minutes, it became clear that The Penguin and Mary Poppins had absolutely nothing to say to one another that did not deal exclusively with umbrella travel--getting stuck in trees, the shoulder aches, anxiety about tipping over in the wind. Everyone at the table just sat there, staring at them expectantly, which made the whole thing even more awkward.

Trying to move things along, Mary Poppins asked The Penguin if he liked to sing, to which The penguin responded, "only when I'm drunk." Then she asked if he enjoyed children to which he replied, "yes. In a sweet wine sauce."

The Penguin then asked Mary Poppins how she kept people from looking up her skirt when she flew. She smiled politely, then turned to the man on her left, and asked him how he was enjoying the lamb. The man on her left was wearing an elegant, aristocratic cape. Mary, a bit drunk on the sherry, noted that if he spread his cape out, he might be able to glide about like a bat. The man on her left chuckled, and suggested that after dinner they head up to the roof and give it a try. Which they did.



Stressed about love, school, or evil wizards? Grab a pint.

I just read the article Harry Potter and the Pint of Liquid Courage by Tara Parker-Pope of the New York Times and, while I was quite amused at the title, I was unimpressed by the article itself. Actually, I think it is a decent article that isn't very biased...a good piece of journalism; however, I think one sided arguments are more fun, so here is my take on the issue:

Not having seen the most recent of the magical cash-crop movies, I am not in a position to confirm or deny the amounts of drinking that occur in the film. It is to my benefit that all of the people the Parker-Pope interviewed seemed to acknowledge that alcohol had a noticeable role in the movie.

It has long been known that advertising (which I am going to extend to the use of certain products in popular media) does not have a direct, immediate, and powerful effect. This idea, known among media officials and undergraduates who take a communications 101 class (me), is called the hypodermic needle model. I do think that popular media, especially when directed at teens, has a powerful effect on some, but not necessarily direct or immediate. For me, it is an emotional connection. Of course I know that HP isn't real. I also know that those teen's troublesome situations are quite different from mine, and that the solutions to those situations and stresses should also be different. But stress is stress, and it seems like a little booze worked well for them, so why not give it a try?

I don't want to say that this is how it is for everyone, or that it is that bad of a thing. The acceptability of drinking alcohol and the definitions of alcoholism are socially relative*. So, in a way, this movie is simply helping acquaint the young with acceptable social standards. In this light, I think the role of alcohol makes much more sense. In many European nations, England especially, alcohol is a strong part of the culture, and there is little taboo about drinking if you are younger than legal buying age.

This idea reinforces my belief that popular media has a responsibility to promote social norms. I wrote an article about it in 2007, and I would like to warn about a few things you before you read it: 1) It involves a strong dose of Battlestar Galactica. I am a nerd. 2) It is political and annoyingly leftist. Don't judge. 3) It is written in a silly format. Again, don't judge.

Assuming you have at least skimmed that article, I will continue. For all I know, everything I see in the media is the result of extensive debate, a lot of thought has gone into it to ensure brainwashing, and great care has been taken to make sure that the viewers know that the black character dies first, the gay man has a lisp, the lesbian woman wears flannel, biracial and transgendered people don't exist, anyone from a country in, near or around the Middle East is a terrorist; and immigrants are all terrible people who steal jobs only because they can. If this is the case, I would be pretty sad. More likely, these stereotypical representations are what the majority of media watchers expect to see, so they are used to bolster viewership. Mass media is catered to the masses. In the case of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, 16 year olds grabbing a pint to wind down after their run-ins with evil wizards is a typical response in Europe, but is surely not something that any of the pure youth of the USA would do.

*What I mean by this is that the limits for drinking are social standards, until it is life threatening, and even then, I think that if that was the norm in a culture it would be socially acceptable. Our society is adverse to drinking "too much" and drinking if one is "too young".

Life Update: Summer is coming to a close

Living in Portland for the summer has given me a wonderful opportunity to relax, rejuvenate, and reflect; and with one week to go, I have a few thoughts.

One is that I have yet to find an area of study that reaches out and grabs me. But instead of waiting for it to appear, I should choose to pursue something I am mildly interested in, at least. While out running the other day, I realized that I have at least a mild interest in food science. I have really enjoyed human physiology, health, and the books I have read on food, food systems, the food industry, and global issues around food. Add to this the increasing importance that food science is going to have as the human race expands, as people realize that we have yet to solve world hunger, and as we potentially lose arable land to climate change. I am going to stick with the Bio major and Peace and Social Justice minor, while I start looking at my options for post graduation.

Another thought I have had is that I have done a pretty good job of developing diligence over the summer. I am glad to have the time to develop this much needed quality, the lack of which cost me in GPA last year. In order to start the semester right, I will be fasting for Ramadan. I made the decision when I received an email from my hall director asking who was fasting for Ramadan so we could be accommodated for during training. The thought of fasting had crossed my mind a few months back, but this time, it was serious. After some thought and a chat with one of my housemates--She has celebrated Ramadan for a few years, but does not identify as Muslim-- I replied to the message. I decided that fasting for Ramadan would be a good way to do several things including being an ally for the Muslim community, improving my self control, and carrying the things I have learned and developed this summer back to Ann Arbor. Apart from those personal reasons, I also agree with what Ramadan is about: recognition of, solidarity with, and aid to the less fortunate; purification, which I interpret as breaking bad habits and minimizing bad thoughts; and forgiveness. All in all, I see these good reasons to fast. To clarify, I am not spiritual or religious in the least. But I can respect the good things that are done in the name and spirit of religions, and I think I can learn some powerful personal lessons through this experience.

That is all of the big news I have for now. I'll be back in AA soon, and I can't wait to see everyone again.

We Are SO Over Space



I was reading The World is Flat today I took interest in a particular passage. According to Friedman, fewer and fewer Americans are entering the scientific workforce.

Dirty little secret number one is that the generation of scientists and engineers who were motivated to go into science by the threat of Sputnik in 1957 and the inspiration of JFK are reaching their retirement years and are not being replaced in the numbers that they must be if an advanced economy like that of the United States is to remain at the head of the pack.
I thought, perhaps it is not that America's production of communist fearing scientists is slowing, but that the global interests in science have changed and the American education system is lagging behind. 1

The Space Race and the First Cold War were immediate incentives to steer young students toward the sciences. This generation of young scientists interested in space technology and nuclear physics had profound effects on the United States and its workforce. As Friedman points out, however, something has changed over the years. Let's first compare what students are being taught and why.

To start, we take a look at what public schools are required to teach by the federal government. Wait a minute. . . there aren't any national requirements. It turns out that the curricula of the US education system is largely determined by school boards in each state and district, so instead of looking at the curriculum of each district, let's think about what schools across the nation are preparing students for. I would think that the majority of public schools are trying to prepare students to continue education at a college or university, and most public colleges and universities require some kind of standardized test score to be considered. It follows that schools must prepare students for these standardized tests that are required if students are to continue their educations. Two widely used standardized exams are the SAT and ACT. The SAT assesses reading and mathematics, as well as the recent addition of writing2. The ACT assesses English, Math, Reading, and Science (in order of the number of questions on the exam), as well as an optional section in writing3.

At this time, I would like to point out that having gone to a public school in a wealthy neighborhood, I am have a bias about the kinds of things taught in public schools across the nation. Without the will to research this aspect of education in our country, I merely point out the fact that I am covering issues in the US educational system that I have experienced and heard about at length.

About 50 years ago, the US education system was transformed by the 1958 National Defense Education Act. At east, that was the plan. The act "provided support" for the development of foreign language, mathematics, and science programs in primary and secondary education4. Presently, the necessity of a degree from a higher education institution encourages primary and secondary schools to teach certain information, mainly reading, math, science, and writing. Evidently, it is not the subject matter being taught in schools that has changed since the 1950s.

What has changed is the reason these subjects are being taught, and I think it is about time for another change.


1.Friedman, T. L. (2007). The World is Flat (3rd ed., p. 343). New York: Picador.
2.http://www.collegeboard.com/student/testing/sat/about/SATI.html
3.http://www.act.org/news/aapfacts.html
4.http://www.ed.gov/about/overview/fed/role.html

My Sad Morning News Round-Up I




















This post is not a round up of sad news, as you might expect. Rather, it is a summary of various articles that lead me to believe there is no hope for the future (similar to Slap Upside the Head's occasional Pile O' Slaps). The topic for this round-up is food and agriculture from Wired! (Note: While these articles date back a few months, they were all on the first page of Wired articles tagged with agriculture.

In a development with potentially profound implications for agriculture, just three genetic mutations could change the way most crop plants reproduce....In a study published Monday in Public Library of Science Biology, French biologists found that this form of reproduction is linked to a gene mutation that stops sex cell division after the first parent cell split. When they added this and two other meiosis-regulating mutations to A. thaliana, the plant produced genetically matched pollen and ova through mitosis rather than meiosis. [Brandon Keim. June 09, 2009. Link]

Once again, the farming and agribusiness community is interested in monocropping. Not only monocropping, but should this work, cloning. If this breakthrough makes it, we will be able to take our relationship with seed corporations to the next level! "Yes, Mansanto, we are ready to upgrade from seasonal subscriptions with terminator seeds to a lifetime membership! Dear people of the world: science is good and can help us understand food better, but it is becoming increasingly evident that human economy and food do not play well with each other. Agricultural science is drafting the essence of our survival into the irrational and uncontrollable world of business. Stop it. Please.

Public health experts worry that another potentially lethal pig-borne disease could establish itself among farmworkers in the United States. Unlike the new swine flu virus, Streptococcus suis doesn't pass from person to person. But it's also more virulent, killing about one in 10 people in whom infection progresses to full-blown disease. [Brandon Keim. May 06, 2009. Link.]

Thank you, Brandon, for reporting that science has discovered that more evidence against industrial farming. This is rather bittersweet, as I am not very fond of the large scale farms that make wonderful incubators for these kinds of viruses, but I have heard just about all I can stand when it comes to "swine flus" See this post for a rant. Moving on...

Nature is gone. It was gone before you were born, before your parents were born, before the pilgrims arrived, before the pyramids were built. You are living on a used planet...So what now? First of all, we've got to stop trying to save the planet. For better or for worse, nature has long been what we have made it, and what we will make it.And it’s time for a “postnatural” environmentalism. Postnaturalism is not about recycling your garbage, it is about making something good out of grandpa’s garbage and leaving the very best garbage for your grandchildren. Postnaturalism means loving and embracing our human nature, the nature we have created to feed ourselves, the nature we live in. What good is environmentalism if it makes you depressed about the future? [Op-ed by Erle Ellis. May 06, 2009 . Link.]

Oh, please! You are arguing that we should stop trying to prevent human interaction with the planet because our ancestors have already made irreconcilable changes. Hey, the planet is already trashed so let's party! Perhaps I am just an drugged up hippie when I think that humans are not the only ones around and that the least we can do is not mess things up, try to discover how everything works, and screw up the aesthetics of our super complex biosphere. Also, assuming the ice age is coming pretty soon, I would rather be planning how to survive than doing arts and crafts with my trash.

Farmers in America grow two things, mostly: animal feed and corn for ethanol.In fact, Michigan State University agriculture researcher Bryan Bals noted the feed requirements for animals are an order of magnitude larger than Americans’ food requirements. That insight has led an MSU team to propose getting more out of the same amount of American farmland by increasing the amount of animal feed that farmers can harvest from an acre, thereby creating more land for biofuel crops. [Alexis Madrigal. May 06, 2009. Link.]

I have more problems with these topics than I can fit in a short rant commentary. I am not one for University grudges, but I have to say something. Bryan Bals, I am not sure what your insight was, but I am frightened that it didn't somehow include the dangers and inefficiencies of monocropping (soil nutrient depletion and chemical reliance to name two), the realization that biofuels are not the answer(little pdf with info), or that feedcrops are bad news bears (Watch King Corn or read In Defense of Food).

Now I know Wired is not a terribly great news source, but I had previously thought it more reliable and accurate than the sensationalists. I am sure there are things they do well, but my bitterness doesn't care about those right now. Instead, I am going to turn my attention to SEED, a magazine I had formerly cast off as hyper-progressive and unreadable. The turning point came when I stumbled upon an article about using and IBM supercomputer to recreate an underdeveloped neocortical column. (I have just taken about 10 minutes to look for this news on Wired and it was nowhere to be found...) Essentially, they are programming neurons that interact with each other using digital electrochemical signals. (...Look, Wired...no, it isn't just that SEED has superior design and layout, including the fact that they use 2 fonts intelligently compared to the five on your homepage. No, that's not what I meant...) Assuming my fruitless 15 minute search reflects the low impact of this story, I wonder why this did not make bigger news. Is it because it is a small project with little immediate impact? Is it because it is hard to categorize involving an incredible combination of research technology, programming, neuroscience, and general biology? Wait a minute, isn't that the kind of thing the world is heading toward? It seems like everything I am reading recently is advocating small groups, big ideas, and synergistic knowledge. (...I am at a different place in my life and I think it would be best if we both moved on. Wired, we are breaking up.) Whatever the case, it is evident to me that the world is heading in a different direction, and I want to be aware of what is happening.

So it looks like this post evolved from "bad news and my discontents" to my break up with Wired. Isn't it funny how these things hit you when you least expect it?

Links
Seed [Home]
Slap Upside the Head [Home]
Wired [Home]
LOL [XKCD]

A little extra: While writing this, I noticed a few things. I really wish I could have written this with LaTeX and imported it. Also, Blogger randomly inserted needless code into my post. I am not sure what it means, but I will be wary in the future. SEED also has superior vertical line spacing than Wired.

5k-ish Time Trial

I knew something was wrong when I passed the 1.5 mile marker at 6 minutes 55 seconds. Uh oh, I thought, this either means I am much more fit than I thought I was, or more likely this path did not start at 0. With only an idea about which one was most likely, I decided to keep running and estimate how far I had run. At the beginning of the Spring Water Corridor, there is a small sign that gives distances to various landmarks along this 3 mile stretch of path. I knew that it was 1.8 miles to a wildlife reserve, so I decided that I would just run until the entrance was in view for a bit, then turn around and run back.

I passed the 2 mile marker and rounded the bend, revealing the entrance to the reserve. I thought I had a good pace even though I felt a bit heavy. I turned around and started the return journey. I did not catch my time at this point, so I don't have a halfway split. I started feeling it after I passed the 1.5 mile marker on the return trip. All I new for sure at this point was that I had run at least one mile, and at most two. Around then was when the trees stopped revealing the river and the setting sun (the rays of which took my mind of running pains by stealing my sight and my ability to keep cool).

After another two minutes I could see the bridge that was close to the entrance. I've noticed that knowing where my finish line gives me confidence that I can finish, but it also messes up my body. Knowing how far I have to go almost always results in feeling tired and wanting to stop. Maybe it is just because I try a push a little harder without knowing it. Maybe it is just because I take my mind off of my pace and technique. Maybe it is a subconscious thing. Whatever it is, I felt it...that is, of course, until I saw the 1 mile marker hiding in a bush.

I now knew that I had run at least 2 miles and that I was pretty tired. The bridge was getting closer and closer, so I kept running. I eventually saw the gateway that marked the beginning of the path and started my sprint. I knew I was close to vomiting, but I thought that I should try a little extra hard because I was timing it. Lo and behold, I did not vomit! I passed the finish line, stopped my timer, and heaved a few times; but none of my pre-TT meal was to be seen. My time? 25.51.96

I am not terribly happy with this time, but given how I felt during the run, I will not be surprised if I shave off at least a minute or two on my next attempt simply by learning a few lessons from this run.

Things to keep in mind before my next time trial:

  1. Eat much earlier. This time I gave myself about three hours after eating some whole grain pasta. Next time, I am going to eat light before my run.
  2. Run earlier. I started the run around 6:15pm. The heat wasn't too bad, but I think I will have a better time if I give it a shot earlier in the day.
  3. Know the course. I will probably run the same course, but next time, I will be aware that the path starts counting at .5 miles. Obvious.
Are you a better runner than me? Give me advice!

Research^3

With a preliminary idea of what I am writing about, I did a quick search on U of M's database search tools and found quite a few promising and recent articles. I am going to try to read through some of them tonight, switching to Russian when I get bored. I'm excited because this essay gives me extra motivation to finish In Defense of Food and start (and hopefully finish) The Omnivore's Dilemma; both by Michael Pollan.

The End of May - A Life Update

What an adventure! This month has had all sorts of ups and downs, and I am happy to say that it is ending on a wonderful note. Tomorrow I will move into a new house that is further away from nature (sad) but closer to fiends (happy!). I have been keeping myself quite busy thinking, writing a little, learning Russian through RS, and tutoring when I can. In my efforts to improve my reserach writing, I have discovered the questioning that just comes from within (my last post is proof of this). To help inspire these questions, I reacctivated my netflix account and I have two films to suggest.

The first of these is You Can't be Neutral on a Moving Train, a documentary about Howard Zinn that takes the title from one of his books. The film is a easy on the eyes; it has collages of old pictures and videos narrated in part by Zinn and in part by Matt Damon (LOL). It is a blend between biography, historical documentary, and an inspirational political film. Well, that description might give you the wrong idea. The film, like other historical documentaries, moves pretty slowly (which is not my favorite), but it makes up for it in inspiration. I reccommend that if you have some time on your hands, and if you have read any of his books, take some time and rent it. However, if you don't have any money(, can't find it online,) and only have enough time to watch one film . . . read on.
The second is Can Mr. Smith Get to Washington Anymore? It is a documentary that follows Jeff Smith, a professor at Washington University who decides he is going to run for Congress. He grabs some people and friends to work on his campaign, none of whom have ANY camagin experience. This is truly a mind bending film. This film inspires me much more than President Obama's candidacy and election. Sure, President Obama's was bigger and more impressive, but Smith just decided that he was going to do it, and he did it. It has made me think a lot about politics and how the democracy we want is possible. It alos reminded me that I have not defined my thoughts on hot button issues. I know what my views on them are, but I have not fully explored why they are my views and whether the should continue to be my views. Anyway, if you are relaxing in the afternoon, I suggest you watch this film (see the link at the end of the post).

Finally, I took some pictures the other day. I call it...
A Walk in the Park or Least Scary Graveyard Ever.


Music to listen to while you are looking at pictures:
Some Guster show I did not attend.
(Hit the >> to skip the intro.)


Links
Zinn Film (Trailer | IMDB)
Mr. Smith Film (Snagfilms | IMDB)
My pictures (flikr)

Here is another essay I would like to write: I would like to address why bad things still exist in the world. 

Why does war still exist? Why do we still kill? Why do we judge and hate and lie and steal? 
We do we not trust? Why do we not believe that just as I do not want to be cheated, I would not want to cheat another? Why, tell me why, can we not just live and let live? 

I am seriously perplexed by this. I don't have the will to write about here at the moment, but maybe soon. I need the help of philosophers and historians and sociolgists and scientists and workers, but most of all I need people. 

People, please tell me why.

English Mania 

or 
Revelations



This video blows my mind. Not just because of the message, but because this is the first time I have been able to take a great message away from a TED video without being cynical. 

My first revelation: For more than a year (probably two) after I first discovered TED, it was the pinnacle of global problem solving and innovative ideas. This was, of course, until someone pointed out that it was predominantly rich white old men 'innovating' solutions to the problems they (generally white old men) caused in the first place. This point has tainted my view of TED ever since, though it is beginning to loose ground. Having learned a little about social justice and identity relations, I don't think that point is much of an argument. An individual should not be blamed for the issues that have been caused by those who share their identities. While I think they should be conscious of how they appear to EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD (namely those who are not privileged, rich, white, old men), I can't discredit their ideas primarily on the fact that they are agents. 

My second revelation: I have developed a sort of world view that seems to be rather literal. As far as I can tell, I generally believe that people are global citizens that happen to be confined by geopolitical boundaries. We speak different languages and do different things and look different, but we are all inherently human. I don't want to sound like a hippie (thanks Portland), but when I think about it, what feels most natural to me is that humans exist around the world, and I think that defining a person based on where they were born does not make sense. Surely, it is an easy way to classify people, but I am not country any more than my friends are their countries any more than the immigrants that 'stole' 'our' jobs are the countries they came from. Zooming out breaks down some walls and helps reduce prejudice. 

My third revelation: Playing of of the second, I want to move away from viewing language as a barrier to communication. That view, one which I have held for a long time, seems counter productive. With this new world view of global citizens, not to mention globalization and "English Mania", it would make more sense to think of language as a tool. I think Walker points to this when he calls English "the language of problem solving" (see video). Just as math and music are languages, so is English; and I argue are all languages. Freeing people from the labels of geopolitical identity does the same for language. What know I am failing to communicate, (I don't want to edit this...so I am going to discredit myself instead of rewriting this paragraph) is that this is happening. English has definitely already escaped the borders of English speaking nation states. People from China speak Chinese. People from Russia speak Russian. People all over the globe speak English. As obvious as this sounds, it only just dawned on me. I want to take that idea a little further and argue that all language should be viewed as global communication tools. Because I am learning Russian (which is true) does not mean that I am becoming Russian or identifying with the nation state of the Russian Federation. I simply want to expand my capacity for global communication with other people around the world. 

Not quite polished prose, those are the epiphanies I had while I watched that video a few times. I am eager to hear what you think. Comment!

R & D


The next step, according to The Craft of Research, is to look at my questions, throw out ones that can be easily looked up and answered, those that have no greater significance, and those that are purely speculative. They then suggest creating a three part statement that 1) names the topic, 2) includes an indirect question, and 3) answers the question, "so what?" 
Here is my statement:
  1. I am researching the emergence and adoption of vegan diets* (historic and contemporary)…
  2. …because I want to find out how diet choices affect people, animals, and the planet…
  3. …in order to help my reader understand why people adopt vegan diets and lifestyles (which may help readers think about what influences their diet choices).
*It is worth noting that in talking about the history and relevance of vegan diets, I must also talk about vegetarian diets in general. It should be assumed hence forth that my use of the word vegan does not mean diets and lifestyles completely absent from animal products, but instead means diets (and sometimes lifestyles) that do not include animal flesh, and sometimes animal byproducts such as milk, eggs, cheese, butter, and honey. Because this is also sort of an essay about why I personally am vegan, I think I am going to focus on diets, but I can't promise non-diet animal products won't work their way in there.

In the essay, I want to address the following things: The emergence of a diet as a social construct rather than just something we happen to do, how diets have been incorporated as important agents in various capital industries (making the choice of what we eat much more complicated than it should be), the health and environmental impacts of vegan diets, the arguments for and against veganism (and maybe any other particular diet or lifestyle choice), and a general idea of how people change lifestyles (and why not many people seem to do it).

<!--Other questions this inspires: There are so many books about food and diet and health; why has very little changed over the past 30 years? Does the food industry and agribusiness really control what we eat? Can one really argue about lifestyle choices? Why are people offended by said arguments (what are the different reasons)? How and why do people adopt or change lifestyles in general? Can, or should, the choice of what we eat be based only on hunger and personal taste preference? I didn't actually want these questions to be hidden…You understand-->

I am still debating how broad I want this essay to be. I would like this to be the longest essay I have written to date. In fact, I almost require it to be long enough to constitute a table of contents, end notes, and indices just so I can practice using them with TeX. 


Reference
Booth, Wayne C., Gregory G. Colomb, and Joseph M. Williams. The Craft of Research. 3rd ed. Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, 2008.

Links
The Craft of Research (Google Books)

My reSearch for Treasure
I bought a book the other day titled The Craft of Research. I am not sure why, but I was definitely drawn to the book. Perhaps it was my desire to be successful in the academic world. Perhaps it was my way of feeling competent in Powell's. Perhaps it was a call to English and away from Biology. Who knows? What I do know for sure is that I wandered that store for a very long time looking for something to read while I rehydrated, and this is what my exhausted self decided on.

It turns out my choice was a good one. I decided earlier today that I wanted to write an essay on why I was vegan. Unfortunately, this is a generally uninteresting question; one I can answer in a few words: because I thought I could. So, to improve my chances of writing a decent essay, and to practice my writing skills for the future, I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to apply the suggests of this book. It is rather convenient that I am in Part 2: Asking Questions Finding Answers | Chapter 3: From Topics to Questions. While I am on the topic of practicing things I am learning this summer, I would also like to add that this will be very good TeX/LaTeX practice. Hopefully, I will improve my LaTeX skills to be proficient enough to write an essay I paid money to write...er...for a class, I mean. 

The details of my preliminary questioning / brainstorming is too banal and space consuming to post as a real post, so it instead gets buried and linked to. There are six categories, some of which have subcategories, with a total number of eleven ways to ask questions. My goal was to ask at least five questions for each way, giving a grand total of at least 55 answerable/reserachable questions. 

Topic: Veganism

Links
My Reseach Questions (My blog)


Please, remember me...


When I was staying at Funkytown, I learned about a typesetting program that is widely used in academia called TeX. This definitely appeals to my relatively recent fascination with typography. Esentailly, you use a markup called LaTeX to write your document and tell TeX how to format it. TeX automatically follows all of the necessary typographical rules that other word processors do not follow. In short, it makes your document look like it should without me having to know exactly all of the rules (of course, I am still going to try to learn them. But I can make still make pretty documents until then). 

My first document is a copy of the lyrics to the song The Trapeze Swinger by Iron and Wine. I am still perfecting it. I don't like that it splits stanzas, so I am looking for a way to prevent page breaks inbetween verses. 

I will find a way to get it up here so all can see.

Links
The Lyrics (Mfile woohoo!)

Success!


It is now time for a quick test ride to make sure everything works, then off to SE!

The Great Bicycle Adventure Part 2


I have fiddled with it this morning and I give up. I am going to take it to the shop to see if they can do it for me. I just need to attach my front wheel and I'll be good to go. 

Front Wheel
There was a little |_| bit of carboard on the wheel and the tightening/securing screw that goes through the axle was ziptied to a spoke.

Ok, the front wheel is attached. Time to see if I can catch the bus! 

(A little while later...)

While I said I had given up, I really had not. I figured out how to put the derailleur cable casings in their crowns (I just had to play with the derailleurs, pushing them into a lower gear...they were in the highest gear which made it really hard to pull the cable! I have also adjusted the tensions enough to be satesfactory. I think they should be fine. Now I need to attach pedals and my front brake callipers. 

Great news! Everything is on my bike! Pedals, brakes, the whole deal. Now I need to inflate the tires (easier said than done- I have an awful little hand pump) and I should be good to go. 

(Another little while later...)

Finished! My bike is ridable! Almost. I hopped on to check the fitting and my handle bars twisted forward. I am gladd about it though; they only twist when I put pressure on them. Yes! I did that on purpose so I could adjust them when I was ready to fit it! Well done...I mean...I am so smart for thinking ahead like that! 

The Great Bicycle Adventure

My bike has arrived! Oh happy day! Now I just need to assemble it. For convenience, I am going to put everything on here. Please let me know if I screw something up. 

Things to do:

Figure out what tools I need and get them

Reattach fork and front bearings
reattach handlebars 
reattach front brakes
fix cables on handlebars
insert seat & seatpost
calibrate brakes and gears
reattach pedals

I think that is it. While this is a little more than I expected to do, I look forward to getting to know my bike a little better. This will also help if i ever get around to building a bike and fixing my own bike! I will hopefully update this as I move down the list. The only bike store relatively close opens at 9 tomorrow, so I am going to pay them a visit in the morning so I can pick up any tools I need. I might as well buy the tools because I am going to have to take it apart later.

To improve the my chances of putting this back together and taking it apart again, I am going to try to write everything out (Finally! A chance to practice my orientation terms!).

First rule of unpacking things: Document everything!

Seatpost and Saddle
The seat post is wrapped first in a plastic bag, then in cardboard. The cardboard covers the bottom of the seatpost, but is about a forefinger's length from the saddle. About two inches from the top of the cardboard, the plastic is pulled out and around the cardboard. The plastic and card board are wrapped tightly with two separate pieces of packing tape.
The saddle is wrapped in a similar way, first with plastic, than with two pieces of cardboard. The bottom piece is under the posterior part of the saddle and the top piece of cardboard spans the entire saddle. The two pieces of cardboard are wrapped in masking tape... It looks like the bottom piece was attached first as there is tape wrapped around the bottom cardboard and the plastic on the top of the saddle. Then the top piece was added and a piece of tape was wrapped around the entire thing. With the combined piece in front of me posteroanterior(ly?), the tape goes from the posterior left lateral side, down and around the bottom piece of cardboard (anticlockwise), comes back up and across the top piece of cardboard (overlapping the the starting place; still anticlockwise), down and around the bottom piece again (overlapping itself). Then, when it reaches the posterior right lateral side, it moves diagonally to the anterior left lateral side. It then wraps underneath the the anterior of the saddle (anticlockwise). the piece of tape ends on the anterior left lateral side by just overlapping itself. OK. That's enough Colin. Just unwrap it fo goodness sake!

Second rule of unpacking things: broken tape is ok, broken packaging (cardboard and plastic bags) is less ok. 

Notes: I've noticed that may marker rubs off of the plastic, but considering I won't be handling it much, I think it is ok. If it turns out to be a problem, I will use tape. Oh Wow! The carbon fiber seatpost is so light! I really want a bike mide out of carbon! Alright, the seatpost and saddle have been freed from their travel garments. Time to tackle the main course. I feel like a forensic biological anthropologist or something...a mortitian perhaps. I wish I had a recorder. 

Frame
Viewing the bike from the right lateral side, observations are posteroanterior. The seat stays and chain stays seem to be wrapped in a cardboard-esque paper that is sealed by some doublesided tape...not tape...glue. The cardboard wrap around the left chainstay is wrapped in red cord that is threaded through the hole in the crank arm where the pedals go.

Crank Arm
The left crank ("not the same side" to the drive train) had red cord threaded through the pedal hole and around the chain stay on that side. Both were covered in a sheet of plastic with a sticky side. 

Bike Rack
The left (arms/spokes/bars) that reach down to the rear axle had a little bit of cardboard on them...but not the right one. >.<

Here is a brief description of what packaging is left to strip: 
Front wheel is attached to top tube and has some cardboard, cardboard around top tube and down tube, plastic around headtube and fork, carboard and ziptie around chainrings, cardboard on the handlebars, cardboard on front brake calipers. 


Front Wheel
The front wheel is secured to the frame with two thick white zipties. Both are around the top tube, two spokes apart. There is a little slab of cardboard on the outside of the wheel under one of the ties (posterior) and there probably should have been one under the other...perhaps it slipped out. The posterior ziptie is also looped around the handlebars, keeping them elevated. 

Notes: Success! I have removed the top two zipties without damaging them! But now I need a way to keep my bike stable so I can work on it. Normally, I would turn it upside down and rest is on the handlebars and saddle, but neither of those are attached...I am going to try to do that before I remove anything else. (A few minutes later...) Hmm, Forester says I can hang it from rafters (which I conveniently have in my garage) with clothes line. I will have to insert the seatpost though, and I don't know how well that will stay without the right tools. I will remove the rest of the packaging, then see what I need to do to insert the saddle and the handlebars. Perhaps my roommate will be nice and drive me to a hardware store. 

Fork, Headpost, and Handlebar Post
The plastic wrapped around this set of components covered the entire thing. I looks like the fork went in the bag first and reached the bottom. Part of the opening of the bag was pulled over the handlebar post and secured with a rubberband. the rest is underneath the cardboard on the down tube. 

Frame (Continued) 
The top tube is protected by two overlapping pieces of carboard paper (same material as the seat and chain stays). The first piece was wrapped around the anterior of the top tube and the second piece covered the remaining posterior area. 
The down tube has similar packaging with the addition of a folded piece of cardboard near the superior, anterior part of the tube (where the down tube meets the head tube).

Notes: One of my housemates generously offered to let me borrow her car if I need to run to the store...I wonder if there are any hardwear stores in the area... I don't really want to wait until tomorrow to finish this project. Then again, it might be a better idea to wait so I don't have more than one of the same tool (I am going to buy a multipurpose tool tomorrow no matter what so I can have on when I ride).  All that is left is the carboard around the chainrings, front brake calipers, and handlebars. 

Chainrings
There is a thick sheet of cardboard in a "|_|" shape that is secured around the chainrings with a white ziptie. The ziptie went through all three chainrings and was tightened around the cardboard. 

Handlebars
Two pieces of cardboard. The long skinny piece was wrapped around the shift/break levels, and the bigger piece was wrapped around the shift level stub. 

Notes: I should be time stamping this. It would make it more dramatic. Let's just say it has been several hours. My awesome roommate suggested hitting up Fred Meyer (West Coast Meijer)! Great idea! I am going to go there right now! 

I have returned from Fred Meyer with Hex Keys! I can secure my saddle and handlebars! Though I need to figure out how the cables go. They are thoroughly confusing. 

Alright. I am going to call it a night and finish working on this in the morning. I have reattached the seatpost and saddle, handlebars, and fitted the rear brake calipers. I am having trouble fitting my shift cables. There are these little notches that keep the cables in place on the bike, and I can't seem to get them in there. Once those are fitted, I need to add the front wheel and pedals, then calibrate everything. Not much at all. From what I have seen, calibration is relatively harmless and should only take an hour or so at most. 

Life Update























Well folks, I have made it. I donned my cap, grabbed my axe, and became a lumberjack living high up in the hilly areas of Portland, OR. It is definitely beautiful up here. I can walk a few meters down the road and see hills and mountains in all directions. I have created a flikr to keep track of all of my pictures by month. So if you are interested you can check them out here. I am going to run around and take pictures of things later when the lighting is better. The weather is not bad either. I arrived on the last of a series of cloudy and rainy days, and it has been nice ever since. It is usually mostly sunny with the temperatures in the 50s and 60s and a little wind chill. It is a little cooler than I expected it to be, but I am sure that will change in no time at all.

Now, about bikes. In an effort to become more bike savvy, I have decided that I would like to build a bike. I am going to try to accumulate almost all of the parts on the cheap, and learn about things as I go. I have a wonderful book that I bought for a few bucks on amazon called Effective Cycling by John Forester. The book is a tome of cycling knowledge that ranges from the inner workings and assembly of bearings to the physiology of cycling to cycling culture and road rules. It includes many wonderful hand drawn diagrams of parts that I hope to recreate using my own parts. My Giant should arrive in about a week, which is going to be super helpful getting around and accumulating parts for my new bike.

I am having a little trouble deciding what to do about a job here in Portland. Firstly, I live pretty far away from everything which a) makes jobs scarce and b) makes me contemplate moving closer to town. So finding a job is not on the tippity top of my list. Whats more, the west coast time makes non-scheduled tutoring easy. All of the west coast students are logging on around 6pm Pacific Time, and staying on until 10 which is getting a little late for East Coast tutors. So far, I have been able to get on around 8pm and float for two hours to problem. Now the trick is to schedule hours that are harder to get for my time zone, then log back on later when students are abundant. I figure I have about another month of this four hours a day tutoring schedule, so I need to try to secure a job and a new place to live soon.

If you ignore the location, it is really great. I took the bus downtown and it took about 45 minutes, which could by much worse I suppose. On the way back, I had to wait at a bus stop for 20 minutes and it was in the middle of nowhere. At first, I thought oh great, this is really annoying, and I stared at the traffic. while sitting there on a medium sized road, I saw several cyclists. Some were all geared up, some looked like they were headed to work, some flew through the intersection, others labored up the hill. All in all, it was really encouraging to see people at all different levels biking for different reasons. I am glad I had the chance to just sit and observe for a bit....but now I want to join them.

Also big news: I am turning 21 this Sunday! Hooray! To make things even better, we might be hosting our first couchsurfer this weekend. He is a student from London and he is just out here exploring for a few days. What a welcoming party, eh?

Also Also not big news at all: I have suddenly become interested in maps. I started making a paper version of google's street map of SE Portland, but I was interrupted by the internet's distracting abilities. I am sure I will work on it more soon. I am also working on a google map that will document all of the cool things I find and whatnot. Check out the links for a bare-bones version I just made. I will try to find a fun way to map my explorations and escapades. (I don't actually know if the link will work. Let me know if it doesn't.)

Stay Tuned.


Links (by title length, shortest to longest)

My Maps! (Google)
My Pictures (Flickr)
Couchsurfing! (My Profile)
How about my job too? (Tutor.com)

The Last Lecture
by Ralph Williams


























How does one write about beauty without losing that which makes it beautiful? Taking something beautiful and turning it into words will never truly capture its essence, but I guess that has always been the case. In a way, that is was makes beauty so special. It is a moment when you are mesmerized, you feel something that you cannot recreate through words or dance or any other kind of medium. Last night, I experienced something beautiful. Something that made me feel and that I can not recreate. Below is an audio recording of the entire Golden Apple Lifetime Acheivement Award Ceremony celebrating and commemorating Professor Ralph Williams. 

I admit that I made this recording without any of the speakers knowing, which is probably against the law. Listeners should probably know that my recorder has a tendency to stop recording for small amounts of time when it doesn't hear anything. That is the blipping you hear at the beginning of sentences. I have not listened to the enire thing, but I am afraid that some of Ralph's quieter moments might not be there. If you are really upset about it, you can buy the DVD from the link at the end. Alternatively, you may be able to find it on youtube.

The Giving of the Golden Apple and Ralph Williams' Last Lecture
(Ralph begins his speach around 31m)




Links

Purchase the DVD (Awaiting Link) 
Ralph Williams (His website)
Golden Apple (Foundation)
SHOUT (Website)

And Then There were 8 Plus a Gay

If you are truly observant, you will have noticed the addition of a new link to my blogroll. Slap Upside The Head is a fantastic blog that highlights LGBT issues while providing wonderfully amusing drawings. Each picture comes with a story. Check it out for yourself. Here are a few of my favorite drawings:


















































































These pictures are posted without permission. Please don't tell Mark.

A Most Wonderful Story on This American Life

I heard this story when it aired, but it was replayed today during the NPR pledge drive. The second act tells the story of two transgender kids, their realizations, coming out, and how the two met at a conference and became instant friends. I think they did a great job telling this story. It means so much to me to hear the struggle of these kids from their mouths. The parent's also have quite a bit of air time expressing their struggle, their acceptance, and their progression into advocacy. Check it out:




Lilly and Thomasina have a lot in common. They're both 8 years old. And they were both born boys, although it became clear pretty early on that they'd prefer to be girls. There aren't all that many kids in the world like them, but recently, at a conference in Seattle on transgender parenting, they met. And they immediately hit it off. They could talk about things with each other that they'd never been able to share with other friends back home. And that's comforting, even if they never see each other after the conference ends. Producer Mary Beth Kirchner tells the story, with production help from Rebecca Weiker. (17 minutes)

Picture and caption from This American Life website.

Happy Pride Week!


Today was the Pride Rally for Spring Pride 2009, and it was marvelous! The speakers included Steph Parrish, Salt Lines, Jeff Sheng, and Ralph Williams.

I will update this with pictures as soon as I have them, but until then imagine the diag cool and open. It was sunny and music was blaring through the speakers. There were rainbows everywhere: big flags, a huge banner being carried by two people, on shirts, buttons, and ribbons. Then Chris Armstrong, Mical DeGraaff, and Amy Dickinson walked up the steps to the grad library to the spot where the microphones stood. They welcomed everyone to the Spring Pride 09 Rally, and the crowd responded with cheers and applause. They proceeded to invite the first speakers, Salt Lines, to the mic. Salt Lines performed one piece as a group, Tara Hardy performed solo, followed by another solo performance by Andrea Gibson. I have separated these three performances for your listening pleasure. (Note: There was a bible thumper on the diag with us, you can here him at the begining of the group performance. I do not know why his chants of, "a man, and a woman, get married," faded away, but I am glad that they did. It is a foreshadowing of our future as a nation.)

Salt Lines

Tara Hardy

Andrea Gibson


After this, Steph Parrish, a student, shared a personal story that I did not record. Jeff Sheng, creator of the photo documentary "Fearless" spoke next. He mentioned his exhibition that was going on this week, but the majority of his airtime was a story about the California prop 8 talks that have been happening in the past few weeks. I recorded it, but did not do the work to be able to get it up here. It will be up eventually.

The amazing Ralph Willaims brought the rally to a close with a rowsing speech. I recommend that you listen to it.



Here are links to people I talked about in this post:
2009 Pride Week (Program PDF | Video)
Salt Lines (Myspace)
Jeff Sheng (Fearless | His Website)
Ralph Williams (His Website)