Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Give me the name of this street


     You know what the funniest thing about Europe is? It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that we got here, but it's just...it's just—there it's a little different.
     Take the bathtubs. Here's a pic of my tub in my hotel room in Gdansk, Poland. It's hard to tell from the photo, but there's a big difference between the depth of the tub and the height of the tub wall—it's like a mile high—and so, when you step out of the tub, it's a big f*cking step, man. It could kill a guy. I'm serious. They oughta issue parachutes or something.
     And what do short people do?

     Here's the hallway outside my room. It's strictly from The Shining. It isn't just the look of the place; it's that nobody's ever outside their room. It's like I'm the only guy on the 2nd floor! I can hear 'em knocking around sometimes. But they never show!
     —Yeah, I know. The hotel in the Shining was supposed to be in the U.S. Whatever.

     This is the Polish potato dumpling thing I ate for lunch today. It was quite good (I skipped the bacon). Since I was raised on my mom's cooking, and since my mom's cooking is pretty close to the kind of cooking they do in northern Poland, I found it quite familiar. Very gooey and potato-y. These dumplings had a spinach filling, I think. I like to say the word: "dumpling, dumpling, dumpling."

     These Poles have got złoty on the brain. I've got dollars and I've got Euros (see above), but Poles want nothing to do with 'em. It's złoty they want. 
     When I tried to leave my parking garage yesterday, the gate just wouldn't open, and that pissed off all the Poles behind me. (They like to use their horns, man.) So I managed to drive over to the nearby "buro," and I talked to the garage parking official there (a girl). She said I needed to pay up. "OK," I said. I tried to use my credit card. "No credit card," she announced. How about Euros? No. Dollars? No.
     "Złoty," she said. "Polish money."
     "So you mean to tell me that I've got to come to you to give you złoty every time I leave this garage?"
     "Thees ees true." 
     But I don't hold it against her. It's the system man.

     I don't know if it's the Scandic Gdansk or it's just Poland, but the phones are mighty dodgy around here.
     Today, I tried to call someone to confirm a tour for tomorrow, and I couldn't get my hotel phone to accept the numbers I was typing in. So I went down to the desk, and the pretty girl there (they're all pretty) said I didn't need to use the prefix, 'cause I'm in Poland. So up I went to my room to try the number again, sans prefix.
     Nope.
     So I went downstairs to the gal at the desk (still pretty), and she tried to call for me. It didn't work.
     "The phones," she said, cryptically.
     She tried another phone. Finally, she got through. She shoved the phone in my face. "Talk," she instructed.
     Tonight, we noticed that about a dozen seriously pretty girls—dressed to the nines—were hanging around the lobby area of the hotel. My dad pointed out the phenomenon. "Maybe it's a hooker convention," I suggested.
     But they looked a tad wholesome for that. 
     I still don't know what that was all about. I'll do some investigating. But they do have lots of conventions and meetings and stuff here at the Scandic. 
     "They take pride in it," announced my mother.
     I just stared at her.

     It goes without saying, I suppose, that much of the world is fucked up. And here we see about 50% of the fuckery: weird-assed voltage around the world, including in Poland. I think I fried my C-PAP machine.

     These card-keys suck. At least they do in Poland. I've had to replace mine twice. My folks had to change theirs too. Every time I go down to the desk and tell the gal or dude about the problem, they flash a quizzical expression, as though this never happens. 
     I guess they're just being professional. No use revealing that you know what a shithole you're working in.

     I'm actually having a wonderful time in Poland, and I really like the people. 
     Still, I'm thinking of writing a letter of complaint to the Gdansk Picayune. These Poles need to know that their language is seriously fucked-up (although, admittedly, it sounds pretty good coming out of women). 
     Take this map of the harbor area of Gdansk: check out the names! Here's a quick list of some of 'em:
Gdańsk Główny
Chlebnicka
Dlugi Targ
Koskiot pomeno-nicki
Szopy
U Furty
     "Szopy"? "Główny"? "U Furty"? They've gotta be kidding!
     I've been doing all of the driving on this trip, and that's not easy, 'cause these Poles are wild and quite possibly suicidal drivers. But sometimes you want to remember the name of a street, and so you tell everybody to look for that, 'cause you've got your hands full just trying to stay alive.
     These Poles. They stick like a novel on every street sign. You wouldn't believe it. You look at one of these things, and then you see something like, "Gdańsk Główny Chlebnicka Dlugi Targ Koskiot pomeno-nicki."
     Yeah, give me the name.




Board meeting highlights highlights

     As no doubt you are aware, Tere Fluegeman’s Board Meeting Highlights are now available. (I couldn't attend Monday's meeting; I'm in Europe!)
     Video of the meeting is available here. (Mac users: try Firefox.)
     Near as I can tell, Trustee Tom Fuentes was once again a no show.

     IMPRESSIVE FACTOIDS (PAINT A SPECIAL PICTURE). According to Tere’s notes, Tod, Glenn, and Co came to discuss Master Plans:
Educational and Facilities Master Plan Overview
Saddleback College President Tod Burnett, Irvine Valley College President Glenn Roquemore, District Director of Facilities and Planning Brandye D'Lena, and GKK architect David Hunt gave a updated summary of the Educational and Facilities Master Plans for each college projecting needs from five to 20 years. They explained the year-long process which included data collection and comprehensive college and district input from 89 committee meetings, 39 group interviews, and six milestone presentations along the way in order to gain consensus.
     Doncha love a recital of the merest of factoids? They don’t quite tell the story, do they? Somehow, the process did not produce a true consensus. It permitted a kind of technical consensus, at best.
     "Milestone presentations"? C'mon. Don't know about Saddleback, but IVC is short on leadership. Technical leading is not leading. Technical consensus is not consensus. Occasional BS/grip-n-grin sessions do not mean we're working together like one happy family.
     And everyone fears the VPI. "Don't trust 'im!" is a very common remark about that fellow. He has produced a toxic workplace at some levels. "Don't run afoul of Craig," people say. "He can be nasty; and he's vindictive."
     VPI Peter Sellers does wear an excellent smile and a thick seeming collegiality. A master disguise.
     And he seems to run the college.

     MONEY FOR WHAT? The board also accepted some money:
Acceptance of a $400,000 grant from the State Chancellor's office to expand career exploration at the 7th and 8th grade level, fund development of green and hybrid technology in Saddleback College's automotive program, and to develop robotic technology at IVC.
     OK, so this grant is to “expand career exploration at the 7th and 8th grade level….” Do YOU know what that means? How can anybody at one of the colleges “expand career exploration” in Junior Highs? Somebody explain this to me.

     WHAT KIND OF STUDENT? Up at Irvine Valley College, lots of faculty are steamed about administration’s undying support of the Early College Program, which has “bad idea” written all over it (a survey of EC faculty last year provided considerable evidence of deep programmatic shititude).
     Someone wrote to tell me that, according to recent spams from IVC administration, “Beckman High” students graduated at last Friday’s IVC commencement (in connection with the EC program).
     But wait. Those students were IVC students who happened also to be Beckman High students. Why doesn’t our administration understand this? The friend is peeved.

     ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS. Evidently, at the board meeting, there was the expected blathering about the mass exodus of hundreds of full-time instructors. Aren’t they wonderful? Won’t we miss ‘em? We love them so. Yeah.
     A friend has emailed me a different picture:
Here’s yet another chapter in the annals of ****** treatment of people. Apparently each of our IVC retirees has been completely shut off from their ivc.edu emails, their blackboard accounts. everything. They cannot finish their spring grades or even open their summer school rosters!
     Is this true? Is there any truth to these claims? (UPDATE: I do have some verification: two people thus treated. On the other hand, the problem with emails seems to have more to do with, um, a lack of knowledge or skill rather than any kind of deliberate snubbery.)
     I ran into Kate Clark two weeks ago; she retired maybe two or three years back. I asked her if she had an ivc email account so that I could email her some Senate meeting notes.
     Nope, she said.
     She wants to have one. But evidently she doesn’t have one.
     How come?
     It's because she's so loved, as are all "emeritus" faculty.
     Nothing quite works, does it? In that regard, IVC administration is like Poland. But without the charm.

     OOPS--forgot to mention this: On Monday, the OC Reg reported that former OC Treasurer (and fraudster) Chriss Street lost his appeal of last year's $7 million judgment against him. As you know, Street was a star on the super-pious Team Fuentes (like John Williams and Mike Carona and so many other creeps), and he often visited SOCCCD board meetings to make gratuitous reports about OC tax collection amounts.
     Evidently, his political career is now officially toast.

"Family Fun" night with Assemblyman Wagner


Over at The Liberal OC, Dan Chmielewski reports on the latest Don Wagner sighting, this time at a "Family Fun" night at a local elementary school:

Asm. Wagner: 18 Month Extension on Taxes Likely to Get Needed GOP Votes on Budget

excerpts:

State Assemblyman Don Wagner said Friday that if Governor Jerry Brown pushed forth an 18 month extension of the taxes instead of the five year plan Brown wants, the Governor would likely get the Republican votes he needs although Wagner made it clear, he wouldn’t be one of the Republicans voting to extend the taxes....

...One neighbor, who’s done the legislative action battles with me for years, asked me who he (Wagner) was. I told her Assemblyman Don Wagner. She asked, “will he do anything to help get us more money for our schools?” I said, “Unlikely.”

I’ll concede one thing to the Assemblyman; unless Democrats can come up with a great candidate to beat him, we’re likely stuck with him for the next five years as he keeps the seat warm while delivering no meaningful legislation to impact the amount of state education dollars to our well-below average funded local school districts.


To read his post in its entirety, click here.

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Our day of rest

Been having a recuperative day here in Gdansk, which seems to be pronounced "GdAIngsk." Going to lunch was the big adventure. Did that a few miles south in a little town called Pruszcz (Praust) Gdański (pop. 23,000). They seem to pronounce it Proosht GdAINSK. Something like that. It was the site of the Praust concentration camp (for women) during the war.

This is the scene in the level below my hotel. Quaint, nice. So far, the food's been great. Even tried some Polish dumplings. Could do without the bacon, but otherwise great.

These old religious buildings are now occupied with Kentucky Fried Chicken (at right) and McDonalds (in the middle). I do believe that the building over to the left is something like a train station. Haven't visited these places yet. I'm thinking of getting a Happy Meal.
My dad insists that Poland is "very Catholic," but I've seen no open religiosity at all.

Typical Gdansk street scene. Signs of Poland's "communist" era are everywhere, and they are generally negative--e.g., the seemingly indiscriminate placement of factories and other industrial construction. Many of these places seem simply to stand unoccupied, unmaintained, testaments to absurdity and ugliness. (But, photographically, they are often very attractive.)

Typical semi-rural scene along the main drag here (going south). Very green, lovely forests. Great old buildings, some of them simply falling apart from neglect. There's lots of that in this part of Poland. It's a beautiful place but one senses that the recovery from the era of Soviet domination continues.

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