Archive | September, 2009

Women Bloggers

29 Sep

Here’s my train of thought… education = the public sphere (schools, standards, Truth), women = the private sphere (or at least have been constructed that way), web 2.0 (blogs) = bringing the private to the public sphere, ergo blogs are a way of feminizing education.  Hmm.  Hold that thought.

Through another blogger, I found these awesome old posters and portraits “livened up” to make it look like the women (and men) in them are blogging.  What does it mean?  I don’t know, but I love it.  Here’s my favorite.  This is how I imagine Vicki when she is blogging:

Sophisticated Blogger

Sophisticated Blogger

To see the rest on flickr, which were created by Mike Licht, go here.

Also, I wanted to share with you my first blogging triumph.  I will be presenting some of my research at the Conference on Curriculum Theory and Classroom Practice, sometimes called the Bergamo Conference (though I don’t know why).  It’s kind of a big deal, so I’m pretty excited.  Click here to see my name in lights.

Reading interrupted

29 Sep

I haven’t been able to blog for the past few days because I’ve been reading nonstop.  Okay, I break to eat, sleep, run and shower, but that’s it.  I haven’t even watched Oprah!  So, here’s how the past few days have been going:

Sunday- read read read, go to the mac store, yell at the apple guy for accusing me of dropping my mac (as if!), read read read, run, read, sleep.

Monday- get up at 5am, read, work from 8-4, yoga, read, make dinner, talk to Julie, read read read, bed.

So even if I would have blogged, they would have been crappy.  Except that I had a really good thought the other day, that I want to blog about later.  Remind me.  But for now, back to reading.

My Foucault

27 Sep

Yesterday, I spent darn near the ENTIRE day reading almost half of The Order of Things by Michel Foucault for my Comp Studies class.  The foreword and preface were interesting, but the rest was more challenging… to say the least.  I have to keep “scholarly notes” to turn in each week and I felt like the first part was worth sharing.

When I was in high school, I was kind of poor and went to a Catholic school, where most people were, if not kind of rich, then most definitely not kind of poor.  At this time, I hated the rich kids because, as I saw it, they had done nothing to deserve their privilege, yet they owned it like they had.  Like, they hadn’t just been pooped out into a world where they had an unfair advantage, an advantage (at least in my perception) that they perceived as the status quo, which therefore put those without the same advantages (namely me), in a lower class.  And this lower class had not simply been born into their situation, but had actively done something wrong or something to deserve their station beneath the bourgeoisie.  Clearly, I’m over this now, but as I read the foreword of The Order of Things, I thought, Foucault would tell those rich kids that they had nothing to do with their own privilege, that they could just suck it.  Of course, he uses slightly more academic prose and does this in a sneaky way by studying the history of the sciences, but nevertheless, he, when discussing the “problem” of the subject says: “I should like to know whether the subjects responsible for scientific discourse are not determined in their situation, their function, their perceptive capacity, and their practical possibilities by conditions that dominate and even overwhelm them” (p.xiv).  It all just seems like happenstance to me.  Foucault wants to study the conditions that made knowledge valued at a specific time, which seems to me that he sort of thinks that those ideas that became established were just lucky, sort of like the rich kids.  Which, as it happens, also sounds like a very structuralist position to me, which would apparently provoke him to say I have a tiny mind, which I probably wouldn’t disagree with.  I wonder, though, why he despises this term structuralist.  Is it because he is trying to see the hidden structures?  Would this make him a poststructuralist (I’ve heard he wasn’t fond of this term either)?

Anyway, around this same time in my life, I also held a contradictory belief that I did not acknowledge as contradictory.  I believed that I could change my circumstances, that I could “succeed” (oddly enough by the rich kids’ standards) even though I had not been born into circumstances that may usually lead to inevitable “success,” like having a father who owned a prominent law firm.  So, at the same time that Foucault’s words noted above make me feel redemption, they also make me feel like I also sort of got lucky.  If we’re all just swimming in the stream of a combination of circumstances, then our individual trajectories (from privilege to privilege or from lack of privilege to privilege or any combination thereof) are not the result of our own agency, hard work, determination, or what have you, they are just happenstance… luck… that’s it.  Of course, Foucault is talking about how knowledge gains validity and not meritocracy, but I think it has parallels.  He does make a small caveat to say that he “doesn’t wish to deny the validity of intellectual biographies, or the possibility of a history of theories, concepts, or themes” and goes on to say that he just wonders “whether these descriptions are themselves enough, whether they do justice to the immense density of the discourse” (p. xiii).   So, maybe I had a bit to do with my own progression through the hierarchy of our society, but there’s more to it than that, and I can acknowledge that I worked hard, but was also sort of lucky.

PS- What exactly are “scholarly notes” anyway?  I hope these count.

Better News

25 Sep

This morning, Dan drove me to Dayton, where I had to do a presentation for ODE.  I was nervous, but I felt pretty calm and it went very well.  I may be beating this stage fright thing after all.  While I was working, Dan was figuring out my computer problems.  He managed to clone my hard drive and then replace my hard drive with the clone, so as of right now, my computer is working beautifully (knock on wood).  I was able to get a paper done and read some articles for class, and I feel much better.

Tonight, we are at Dan’s parents so Dan can work on his joysticks.  We made our own pizzas for dinner and they turned out pretty good.  Now, I’m tired and dragging, which is why this blog post isn’t so great.  My apologies.

Swarm

24 Sep

That’s what I think of when I go to campus now… the word “swarm.”  Because that’s all I see, swarms of students.  I miss the empty streets of summer.

Yesterday, I had my first class and it was divine.  It’s on Cultural Studies in Education and I’m excited about everything on the syllabus and I love the way my advisor (who teaches this class) has an unintimidating way about her.  It’s nice.  Before class, I also had my first meeting with other Ed Tech students.  One of the professors in our program organized it as a way to share our work, get to know each other and discuss things that interest us (plus we get a few credits for it!).  It was good to hear what people were working on and to articulate what I was working on.  It also made me feel good that I already knew almost everyone in the room.  I feel like a veteran.  I still love telling everyone I’m a SECOND YEAR DOCTORAL STUDENT.  Did you hear that?  I have been here for MORE THAN ONE YEAR.  Sweet.

Anyway, today, I had my first class in another department.  It’s in Comparative Studies, where they study things like comparative literature, comparative religion, etc.  I’m taking a course all on a philosopher named Michel Foucault.  He deserves his own post, which is forthcoming.

So, everything sounds good so far, right?  Well, let me set you straight.  So, I leave my lovely comparative studies course, fight through the swarms to get to the library, sit down to take advantage of two hours before I have to teach, open up my computer and… it will not boot up.  I thought macs always worked.  What the heck?  So, I try about 9 times before I call Dan all teary and he figures out some things for me to do, to no avail, the circle just spins and spins under my formerly beloved apple icon.  So, I finally call apple care from the library and they tell me that I need my start up disk, so I have to wait until I get home.  This could be tragic.  I need my computer.  I cannot send it away.  I cannot lose anything on it.  Or (sorry to be crass), I. AM. SCREWED.

But, on a lovely side note, the class I’m teaching went well.  Of course, I only have two students, but they seem pretty cool.  Can you imagine that Heritage teachers?  Two students?  It’s like a tea party instead of a class.  I didn’t even use the projector to present, I just sat at the computer between my two students.  Unbelievable.

And so it begins…

23 Sep

Yesterday, I went to campus for GA orientation.  We needed to get the new GA handbook, but I left early because I also had to go get a few books from SBX and run a few errands.  As I was walking around, the students were back and the businesses on High Street were swarming the sidewalk to get them to come in.  Especially the banks.  One kid tried to talk me into opening a bank account.  I just kept walking, but I was thinking, “Do I look like I don’t have a bank account?  For crying out loud, I am married to a 30 YEAR OLD MAN!”  It made me think about when I first got to college and how scared/excited I was and how much I needed to do and figure out.  For example, how to do banking, where to eat, where to get books, how to make myself go to bed at a reasonable hour, basically just how to be in charge of myself.  I’m nostalgic for those days, but I’m also glad they are over.  I like being old and comfortable.

Today is the first day of class.  I have a meeting at 11 and my first class at 1:30.  I’m looking forward to the class because it’s with my supercool advisor, but I’m still kind of feeling the summer groove and not wanting to do much.  I guess I’ll have to get over that.

Team Wayne Update

21 Sep

I’m in week 8 of my 18 week training for the St. Jude Memphis Half Marathon.  You might recall that I am running in honor of my dad, whose favorite charity was St. Jude’s.  I’ve been raising money to meet my $500 goal on Facebook, but so far I only have $75.  So, I’m begging my blogging audience too.  Please donate to St. Jude’s!  I would be eternally grateful!

https://waystohelp.stjude.org/sjVPortal/public/displayTeamPage.do?programId=401&eventId=55854&teamId=1251

Another Milestone

20 Sep

Yesterday afternoon, Dan and I headed down to Cincinnati for his “surprise” 30th birthday party. I say “surprise” because he knew something was going on, just not what exactly. Joyce and I had been planning a secret party at an arcade full of classic arcade games like Streetfighter and Ms. Pacman! We rented a room in the back that had two TVs that you could also hook console games up to. Ben and Matt snuck down to help us set up games. Joyce made all the food and I bargained with the owners to stay open 30 minutes later so that we could get the UFC fight on one of the TVs in the back room. Oh, and my friend Molly even made this awesome cake shaped like an arcade stick!

Streetfighter cake!

Streetfighter cake!

Everyone showed up around 8 and Pete brought Dan at 8:30. Dan was surprised (or so he says) and we all had a good time running around playing games, eating pizza and cake, and watching the UFC fight.  Here’s a not unfamiliar scene from the evening.

Dan and Ben on Streetfighter II and Jeff on Ms. Pacman

Dan and Ben on Streetfighter II and Jeff on Ms. Pacman

There are lots more pictures of our friends and family having fun if you click on the “piictures” tab.  Happy 30th birthday to my distinguished husband who just so happens to still love video games!  I love you honey!

Home again, home again

18 Sep

We had some complications getting to the airport in Tokyo and somehow ended up in a first class car (that we had to pay for!) on a train to Narita airport.  Regardless, we made it there and we made it home.  Dan was even able to finagle us an earlier flight from Chicago to Columbus.  Now, I love traveling, but it felt really good to get off of the plane where I am once again a literate citizen that can fully navigate roads and menus with the ease of a, well, literate citizen.  You know what also felt good?  Eating oatmeal, sleeping in my double-padded queen-sized bed, and catching up on so much English-language television (our DVR was busting!) that I thought I might die of happiness (ah, Biggest Loser).  Now, off to do other sweet things… like shower in my own bathroom, buy identifiable items at the grocery store and say something other than arrigato (thank you) and sumimasen (sorry/excuse me) to strangers.  Nothing feels better than expanding your vocabulary from three words (I know konichiwa too!) to thousands, all in a single flight over the Pacific.

Oh, and dear Ohio, this weather is lovely.  Thanks for the nice welcome home.

One is silver and the other's gold

16 Sep

For our last day in Kyoto, our first stop was to the very famous Golden Pavilion or Kinkaku-ji.  It was worth the long walk from the subway and the crowds.  Dan took a lot of great pictures.  Then, we decided to go back to where we left off yesterday.  We found the philosopher’s path, so named for a philosophy professor at Kyoto University who took his daily meditative walk along the canal in the early 1900s.  It was tree-lined and very pretty.  There were also shops and cafes along the way every so often.  At the end of the philosopher’s path was the Silver Pavilion or Ginkaku-ji.  Though under renovation, it was still particularly nice, and the gardens were even nicer.  There was a neat garden of silver sand that Dan got pictures of.  As we headed back toward the philosopher’s path (to go back home) we stopped to slurp up some udon noodles.  Then we found this place where this old couple was making these cookie/wafer things that smelled really good, so we bought a bag for 300 yen (about $3).  And they were really good!  They tasted like crispy, sugary gingerbread and we ate half the bag in no time.  The other half might not make it back home.

We came back to rest at the hotel for a few hours and then went to find a bite to eat.  We found an Indian restaurant and the naan there was twice the size of Dan’s head!  We were both stuffed.  The arcade just so happened to be across the way from the restaurant, so Dan went to play his last few games of Streetfighter in Japan.  And, guess what?  He finally won one!  “Now we can leave Japan,”  he says.