You Know How...

...you have a million ideas percolating in your head, but you're too lazy to write them up?

Yeah, well...

I'll be back soon!

Only in the South...

Conversation between my sister and me:

"I left jackets out for the kids."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm. The weather guy said it will be cool tomorrow."

"I heard. Only up to 80-something huh? And 60 something in the morning! That is cool. Maybe they should wear [long] pants?"

"I don't know. And undershirts--we may not make it til October 1st without the undershirts."

"I wonder why it's getting cold so fast?"

Dissertation Update

Well, got the review of the latest chapter back from Advisor. Let us just say much revision must ensue. Which is why I am up at this ungodly hour--trying to find and pull together secondary sources before I venture out for the day.

Initially, I was worried about Advisor's response, but the good thing about her (and about revisions in general, I guess), is now I know exactly what she'd like to see--ambitious as it is. ;-p She's always very (read: brutally) clear.

Sometimes I wish this woman settled for mediocrity. But I'm really, really glad she doesn't.

100 Facts about Elle in 100(ish) Days (7)

Fact #7

I cannot swim, prompting recurrent nightmares of my driving into a body of water and being overtaken.

Does anyone know what that dream means?

The Kid Says...

Sunday morning, 8 AM, and my kid is wide awake. He has just crawled into my bed with one pressing issue on his mind.

He can't believe a boy and a girl can be twins!

Does anyone out there want to tackle this on a Sunday morning?

100 Facts about Elle in 100(ish) Days (6)

Fact #6

Of all the days/times of the week, my favorite is Friday afternoon. Friday after 4 pm sets my heart racing.

Why?

See, even though lots of people love Saturday, I find that it is the day on which I do everything I didn't have time for during the week. Weekend break, hell.

And Sunday... by the time you wake up, fix breakfast, and go to a black Baptist church :-p, it's time to start dreading Monday.

But Friday, Lord, Friday! You don't have to cook. You can lie in bed all evening and tell yourself, "I'll do (whatever task) tomorrow." The kids have no homework and can leave you the hell alone. You don't have to do a DAMNED THING !! Which is why...

Of all the days/times of the week, my favorite is Friday afternoon.

Hurry Up, Already!!! (EC)

Remember this:

elle, abd: The Clock Is Ticking...

Now, read this similar, sad tale. Only, sad may be the wrong adjective. How about "pissing-me-off-beyond-all-reason" tale?

If I never told you, I am deliriously happy the FDA stopped dragging its figurative feet and approved OTC EC. But when's it coming? How many more of us will have to go through this??!!

**Update-My story ended with some old BC pills, some creative chemistry, being viciously ill at 3 in the morning, and, like this sentence, a period. ;-p**

On Religion

Quaker Agitator: The final post.

A few days ago, Quaker Dave considered giving up blogging because:

the Left wing of the "blogosphere," the folks who call themselves tolerant and open-minded and "progressive" - some of them - are amongst the most abusive, intolerant folks I have ever dealt with. Patronizing, sneering, dismissive, smirking, condescending, mean-spirited, insulting. I'm tired of it.And when does this happen? Whenever I mention God or my faith.

Ohhhh, he's so right. Now, I haven't caught that much flak in the blogosphere, but that's because I purposely don't write much about religion. I know the eyerolls I get from some of my more secular friends.

Real life is another story. I have a dear friend who often laments that it's too bad that I've been brainwashed. I'm continually surprised by the people who smirk or give me a gentle, sympathetic look when they find out I'm Christian. And to be a "practicing" Christian in the academy? I get the feeling that some people are thinking I should know better!! I think the assumption, in my case, is that because my parents (and especially my mom) are devout and brought us up in the church, I've never taken the time to question anything, to reason and think analytically, to consider how and why and where.

But my faith is not inherited. And the one thing I will say is that my life has been too extraordinarily blessed, that I have survived too many situations, that I have triumphed way too many times for me to think in terms of luck and coincidence. Not to get too Baptist on y'all, but when I think about what He's brought me from and through...

Don't get me wrong--I poke as much fun at Christian fanatics as anyone. And I think I'm pretty vocal about how I feel about the hijacking of Christianity by conservative Republicans and the "Jesus or Hell" crew. But just as Christianity doesn't equal Republican (or mentally ill or vapid or whatever), progressive doesn't equal secularist.

For people who call ourselves progressives, I think we need a closer examination of our own politics of exclusion.

Wednesday Morning Humor

For the WTF? Files.

I don't know why fellow TA and I found this so funny: Panda bites man, man bites him back, but we're laughing like idiots. Of course, the man says

"No one ever said they would bite people," Zhang said. "I just wanted to touch it. I was so dizzy from the beer. I don't remember much."

Fellow TA and I are trying to calculate exactly how much beer you have to drink to get to a point that touching any kind of bear seems like a good idea.

**update--Yes, I realize that it is Wednesday, now. Thank you very much. And if you don't know why I typed that, don't worry about it!**

100 Facts about Elle in 100(ish) Days (5)

Fact #5

I think I am officially "colored."

You see, my parents had me at the Confederate Memorial Hospital and, in keeping with the theme of the hospital's name, whoever filled out my birth certificate listed my parents' race as "colored."

In the mid-1970s.

And they didn't change it when they corrected the spelling of my name on the birth certificate.

The more I think about it, you probably have to be born here to love this distinguished region of the U.S. the way I do.

100 Facts about Elle in 100(ish) Days (4)

Fact #4

I love crime dramas.

Accordingly, this week, I get to watch TV again. The two shows I watch somewhat regularly, Law and Order: SVU and CSI: Miami, are back on.

Just the thought of seeing Adam Rodriguez tonight is doing wonders for my disposition. :-p

the internet, racism and women of color

That title is stolen verbatim from BfP. You see, it seems that self-proclaimed liberal blogger TRex over at Firedoglake decided to take on Liza at culturekitchen for some observations she made about Bill Clinton's meeting with 20 liberal bloggers, none of whom were black or Latino. Only, TRex, who has decided that he is included in a group of what he calls Liza's "betters," did not think enough of Liza to comment on what she said. Instead, he attacked her grammar and her "whining." Mind you, there was nothing maybe even a little bit racist about his post because 1) anyone who reads a white man asserting that a woman of color has "betters" is crazy if s/he thinks that there may be some "racist baggage" in said assertion and 2) he's gay and therefore a minority himself and incapable of being racist. Ooh, plus he has some black and Latino friends! And he's soooo progressive that he feels the need to smugly mention his colorblindess:

We don’t work with any of those people because of their ethnicity. We love them because they are all outstanding bloggers, awesome writers, and good friends.

But, okay, my sarcasm is getting on my own nerves, The point of this post was actually to direct you towards BfP's wonderful post on the issue. As usual, she's right on point.

A Dissertation Update

So, I just finished the first draft of my last chapter. Rather than get into all the details, as I sooo love to do, let me jump to the fact that I had to engage this debate on whether or not new immigrants (primarily from Latin American countries) "take" jobs from natives and specifically from low-wage workers, assumed in the minds of many authors, to mean black.

Don't get me wrong--black people are disproportionately represented in low-wage, dangerous, unpleasant jobs. But this assumption, that such jobs are "black jobs," has led some scholars to argue that the whole question of who immigrants displace is something of a red herring for deeper questions--like why, in this country, are such jobs the domains of people of color and why aren't we more concerned about that?

I've also found an amazing level of hypocrisy, not so much from people in the field, but from restrictionist politicians who attempt to address the question. On the one hand, they point to poor black communities and the difficulties some of us have in finding jobs and say work would be more readily available if immigration was restricted, if new immigrants didn't fill the dirtiest, most labor intensive, most dangerous jobs. On the other, when the issues of black under- and unemployment and poverty are brought up outside the context of immigration debates, then they are the result of all sorts of black pathology, from children being reared by their moms to lack of internal motivation. Rarely are there structural, systemic, or institutional causes. Somehow, somewhere, somebody brown is to blame.

The most troubling thing is, the whole debate is being used to divide, to cause intergroup conflict between African Americans and Latinos. I ran across numerous newspaper articles with titles like "Blacks join Minutemen" and "Blacks Offer Little Support to Immigrant Protests." I am so worried that we're getting caught up in that "the enemy (restrictionists) of my enemy (Latino immigrants) is my friend" b.s. , that we'll forget the most vocal critics of immigration haven't historically been all that sympathetic to the plight of poor black workers.

Oh, and my conclusions about the issue? You'll just have to read them when the book comes out. :-)

Terrence's Take on Whitney and Bobby...

Cute and clever, though I imagine the underlying circumstances are neither:
Terrence Says: Whitney Houston's Divorce Letter

The Only

A few weeks ago, Ralph Luker at Cliopatria noted that my blog was the only one by an African American historian they'd found. I vacillate between amazement (where are we!) and the resignation that has come from a lifetime of being "the only." I also feel a little bit red-cheeked--I'm not sure how well I'm representing black historians the way this blog veers from here to there with much-too-long stops in the world of the trivial. But I digress (Again. As usual.).

Many people write about their experiences of being the only within the context of the larger group. I've gotten somewhat used to that. Those stories don't focus on the fact that being the only can isolate you within the group with which you identify, too. And, no, I'm not going to get into the "smart-black-girl-ostracized-by-same-race-peers-for-acting-white" dynamic. My onliness is shaped not solely by my blackness, but by the fact that I am a woman and from a less-than-wealthy background. I have felt disconnected from black men in higher education/this field for various reasons, including an initial wariness of being "cliquish," a sort of gentle embarrassment that I cannot explain or even adequately express, and, unfortunately, by issues of competitiveness. It's a zero-sum game, many of us are thinking, and if the department faculty are in love with this one black student, there won't be much room for them to help the rest of us.

I suppose, in a sense, some "onlies" can be proud of where they are going, of being a trailblazer, even if it is for a group as small as a family or a neighborhood. I don't have such illusions of my own grandeur. But what I do have is a keen knowledge that even when you are used to that, when you know that there are just not many people like you, doing what you do, where you do it, onliness can still become loneliness.

100 Facts about Elle in 100(ish) Days (3)

Fact #3

My sister and I were the same age (23) when we had our sons.

That is all.

Right Wing Decisions

So, in the minutes before class starts, I'm looking through some blogs and I see Nick Anderson's lovely cartoon showing Ann Richards arriving in heaven. Didn't take long before one commenter noted: Ann Richards wont' be going to heaven Mr. Anderson. She supported both abortion and homosexuality.

As if it wasn't bad enough that people like this have stolen the country, hijacked my religion, and label themselves persecuted...

Now, they're deciding who gets into heaven?

Damn, I'm in trouble!

100 Facts about Elle in 100(ish) days (2)

Fact #2

My initial chosen career path was that of a counseling psychologist. My BA is in psychology. I'd started a Master's program, been given an assistantship and everything but...

I didn't like my advisor,

I didn't want to do a 48-hour program,

I firmly believed I was going to run across some people who couldn't be helped nor rehabilitated,

So,

I remembered how much I loved my African American Studies minor,

I drifted into a couple of history classes at the same school,

I took a seminar in which I wrote a paper about psychological factors at play in the Cuban Missile Crisis,

I spent a lot of time with government documents (especially Congressional records),

I found the prayer given in Congress the day after JFK's assassination,

I found a poignant, gracious letter from Jacqueline Kennedy to Nikita Khruschev's wife written during the former's last days in the White House,

I knew right then that I could do this type of research, in some shape or form, for the rest of my life.

100 Facts about Elle in 100(ish) days

Yep, I'm doing it. It gives me a topic even when I don't have a topic. I wanted to start with 100 and count down, but math is not my strong suit and I'm afraid I'll get lost. So

Fact #1

I was a club kid. No, not like Michael Alig and them!! I was never that cool... or high... or murderous.

Anyway, I was one of those really annoying kids who belonged to everything rural schools have to offer: 4-H, FHA, FBLA, I Care (most of the names have changed), Band, and anything else I wanted to have listed beside my picture in the Senior yearbook.

Only, I switched high schools and none of it mattered. But, at my second high school I was class secretary and pretty popular for a fat, awkward, smart girl.

Of course, it was a school for awkward, smart kids. Still, we managed to have cliques--different strata of geekdom, I suppose.

And before I digress any further, that is all. Oh, except to say that it probably is a good thing to get your kids involved in something before they get themselves involved in something less desirable. :-)

Yeah, that was my point.

RIP- Ann Richards

So I've called my university and they have me on hold (as usual). I'm listening to the university radio station half-heartedly. Until they mention former Governor Ann Richards. In past tense. Now, y'all know I'm always a day late and several dollars short, but I really didn't know Gov. Richards died yesterday.

She was governor when I was an undergraduate and we loved, loved, loved her. Not (primarily) for political reasons--my friends and I were still voting primarily how our parents taught us then--but because of her humor and personality. She was the last Texas governor to possess those things, before the current Shame-upon-the-Nation unseated (I refuse to say "defeated"--I reserve that term for her successor) her. She died, at 73, after a battle with esophageal cancer.

I remember noting with some sadness the loss of Rosa Parks and Coretta Scott King so closely together. In four months, Texas Democrats have lost Lloyd Bentsen and Ann Richards.

Try as I might, I have no snappy ending for that.