Friday, September 7, 2007

We are ugly, but we have the music (Red Emma)

—Posting for Chunk: RED EMMA


"We are ugly, but we have the music"

.SO SANG Leonard the C and so sings Red this afternoon. There is the war (always and forever, there is the war) and there is the latest candidate of the Spectacle, a Republican movie star whose campaign really is, I shit you not, “the role he was meant to play.” And there are the media enablers like Jay Leno, who should know better but has a lot of bills to pay, and there is the tumult at Pacifica radio station KPFK, the latest tumult I mean, which we read about in Marc Cooper’s excellent LA Weekly article and despair at the long knives stuck in the eyes of the Ideal, as Emma Goldman called it.

.But then, early afternoon, and the trusty US postal service carrier’s delivery of CDs which are, as it happens late pledge premiums from our household’s recent donation during wonderful, nutty, beleaguered only-game-in-town KPFK’s most recent fund drive. So that, yes, we had the music right there in our hands, which got Red to turn off the public radio and the war, lo, even turn off KPFK for a few hours and listen to and dance to and celebrate the music and poetry, to revel and be heartened and remind himself.

.I know, it’s only rock’n’roll but we like it. So, not that you asked, but the hopefulness and energy that animate us today is catching, and so here’s what’s in rotation on the Now Playing list at Emma’s House of Harmony and Transcendence in the Face of What Passes for Reality, offered in hopes that you will dig it too.

.1. Chumbawamba – “Get on With It: Chumbawamba Live.” If you are not already hip to the best musical ensemble currently on the planet, this is a swell enough introduction. English folk-punk harmonies, anarchist politics, wit and history and an audience of fans singing along, this is a live “best of” record of their twenty-five years that you can get only as import just now, but worth it, so very worth it. If you like the Clash, Billy Bragg, Mekons, the Oyster Band then you are likely already a Chumba fan. If you don’t want to spend the dough, buy their three most recent, cheaper studio CDs instead, “A Singsong and a Scrap,” “Un,” or “Readymades.” Here’s lyrics to their anti-consumption, anti-war, anti-Spectacle anthem (but danceable), “On E-bay”:

.Mr Kokoschka, it just happened again/Sad, so sad
.They struck the museum like a hurricane/Sad, so sad
.All of our culture, it's dead and its gone/Sad, so sad
.From Babylon, baby, back to Babylon/Sad, so sad
.There's stuff you find along the way and stuff you leave behind
.And it all ends up as stuff that you can buy
.On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
.In old Bahgdad they're dusting off the antiques/Sad, so sad
.It's the fourteenth Guernica we've had this week/Sad, so sad
.I got twenty-five dollars for a Persian vase/Sad, so sad
.Hold the critque! I think I'll go large!/Sad, so sad
.That stuff inside your houses and that stuff behind your eyes
.Well it all ends up as stuff that you can buy
.On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon
.They're building a tower out of wrappers and cans/Sad, so sad
.Now we speak in a language that we all understand/Sad, so sad
.T-t-t-t-toungue-tied and starry-eyed/Sad, so sad
.It's the ancient history of old school ties/Sad, so sad
.There's stuff dressed up as truth and then there's stuff dressed up as lies
.And it all ends up as stuff that you can buy
.On eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon


.2. Mavis Staples – “We’ll Never Turn Back.” Ostensibly an homage to the American Civil Rights Movement, but with arrangements and accompaniment by Ry Cooder, this is a funky, dark, deep opera with layers and texture. Go right to “99 and a half.” Turn up the bass. Then check out the homemade music video somebody posted of the song on YouTube, with visuals from the May 1 LA police riot.

.3. Patti Smith – “Twelve.” I’m gonna go out on a limb and suggest that this is possibly the best covers album of all time, with literate, enduring songs you might think you know well here completely revisioned and transformed by the great singer-poet-shaman (and Ralph Nader supporter) Patti Smith. Some of the choices you might expect, like the Stones and Jimi Hendrix, but her version of Paul Simon’s “The Boy in the Bubble” and the incantatory Stevie Wonder “Pastime Paradise”? I was especially delighted to hear her do an obscure Dylan song which I thought perhaps only I really admired, “Changing of the Guards,” from the often overlooked but amazing “Street Legal” album. Patti makes it sound like “All Along the Watchtower” in a way that even Bob didn’t.

.4. Ry Cooder – “My Name is Buddy.” A history of labor and justice and anti-fascist struggles offered as fable or allegory or kid’s story. Characters include the narrator, an activist cat named Buddy Red Cat, and his pals, a mouse named Lefty and the Reverend Tom Toad. J. Edgar Hoover is a pig. Smart, funny, and you can sing along. Great guest musicians, including Mike and Pete Seeger. Play “Sundown Town” loud, very loud.

.5. The Klezmatics – “Wonder Wheel.” You probably figured out that Red Emma is a folkie, so this interpretation by the amazing klezmer ensemble of Woody Guthrie songs.

.They got mentioned in last weekend’s New York Times review of Woodymania, along with Billy and Wilco and Bruce but it might actually be the best of all of them.

.I also recieved the Joni Mitchell tribute album, with her songs performed by Bjork, Elvis Costello, Emmylou Harris, Casandra Wilson, Annie Lennox but haven’t opened it yet, saving it for tomorrow and the weekend. I thought I heard that Joni herself just released a revised version of “Big Yellow Taxi” but when I went online all I could locate was the guy with the funny hair from Counting Crows singing “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?” which, ironically or not, caused me to pull out the original.

.I know what I’ve got.

Andrew Tonkovich

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Classroom Drama: selected scenes from a temporary classroom with a hole in the ceiling

YESTERDAY I was about 20 minutes into my lecture when a student rose up and walked toward me, a small device in hand.

"My boss just texted me that I have to go to work now," the student announced. "Can I go?"

I looked at the student and then searched my brain for a reply. "I don't want to have this conversation now," I replied. I could see the rest of the class; they were becoming restless, shifting in their chairs.

"But my boss wants me now," the student continued. "Can I go?"

"You can do whatever you wish to do," I said. "This is not my decision; it's yours."

"Can I go?" The voice was plaintive now.

"I'm not going to tell you that it's fine for you to leave class," I said, "I'm not. It isn't. I am going to continue to do my job now, which is to teach this class."

The student stood there a moment or two and then returned to seat.

Previous to this exchange (in case you think I appeared peevish, testy perhaps, impatient, or unsympathetic), at the beginning of the class session, I was approached by another student.

"I missed the last class," the student announced. "I need the handouts."

"I've posted them on Blackboard," I replied, feeling slightly triumphant, organized even, with a thin frosting of professionalism. I've been trying hard to make it easy this semester.

"I couldn't access Blackboard," the student went on. "Do we have a draft due today?"

"Yes," I replied, "and even if you missed the previous class, you should have known that because it was listed on the assignment sheet."

"I don't have the draft," the student replied. "Can I have the handouts for the last class?"

"I'll give them to you at the end of today's class," I replied. "Right now we need to get started. Even though you don't have a draft, you can participate. Take a seat."

"But I can't stay," the student said. "I need to leave now."

"Now?" I asked. "Why?"

"I have to go to work," the student said.

"We need to have this conversation another time," I replied. "You should have come to see me in my office before class. I have an office hour before this class. Now is not the time to talk about this."

"I didn't know you had an office hour," the student said.

"It's on the syllabus," I replied.

"Can I have the handouts for the last class and for today?" the student asked.

"No," I said. "I need to begin class right now. We need to have this conversation another time."

Obviously angry, the student left.

I walked to the podium, placed my notes on it, only to be approached by two more smiling students.

"We need to leave early today," one of them said. "We have a game. Can you give us the work?"

Rat bastards & pesky fortuities

THAT INSIDIOUS ALA! As you know, the two colleges of our district have the rare distinction of not being members of the venerable American Library Association.

In some circles, this state of affairs is scandalous, absurd—even unAmerican.

The Board Majority, and especially Trustee Don Wagner, have opined that the ALA are a crew of meddlesome, pornography-loving, child-endangering "liberals," and so, nearly two years ago, they undid the memberships. There was an effort by some trustees to undo the undoing, but it came to grief, owing to a pesky fortuity (namely, Nancy stepped out of the room to answer her phone).

I wonder if Don Wagner and his pals know that, despite our two colleges’ official dissociation with the ALA, the organization’s posters remain prominent on our classroom walls?! I’ve included pictures I took today of some these posters. I found them at Irvine Valley College.

Can someone direct me to similar posters at Saddleback College?

I think I like these posters. They feature celebrities: Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Denzel Washington, Margaret Cho, Stephen Hawking, et alia. These people are depicted reading.

Not one of these celebs is depicted reading pornography. In fact, Denzel is shown reading Dr. Suess!

STINK BOMBS. Among a Chancellor’s jobs is keeping the trustees out of trouble. On that score, too, Mathur is a shitty leader.

At last week’s board meeting, Chancellor Mathur and Trustee Wagner tossed a big stink bomb in the middle of the process whereby the colleges write progress reports to the Accreditors in order to, well, convince the latter that we’re fixing what needs fixing—that is, that the trustees are cutting back on their meddling, that those in despair are less despairing, that administrative flux is giving way to stability, etc.

At last week’s meeting, the authors of the duly written progress report drafts listened in stoic silence to the board discussion of the stink bomb. They watched as the bomb was tossed into their laps. They were told to “incorporate” these seven pages of peevish and incompetent verbiage that, allegedly, represents the trustees’ perspective on the Accreditors’ criticisms and on the views and actions of faculty leadership. In fact, the verbiage at most represents the perspective of four of the seven trustees. It is poorly documented and riddled with confusion and error. It should have surfaced months ago, if at all.

Neither of the colleges knows how to go about the task of incorporation. The whole accreditation effort has been thrown into chaos. The trustees look like total assholes, and it is difficult to see how this episode can avoid worsening our chronic accreditation troubles. That means that we’ll likely be producing more reports.


Meanwhile, it appears that Mathur managed to throw some stink bombs around late last week at a meeting of administrators in which he preached, yet again, that “if you point a finger at someone, three fingers point back at you.”

God, he’s an idiot.

Further, evidently, he distributed some sort of goofy tie clasp to each administrator. Everyone is required to wear it. Administrators are glum, pissed off, demoralized.

Mathur is obviously going through one of his periods of intense peevitude brought on by recognition that no one likes or respects him. Leaders of the various governing groups think that he’s a despot and an asshole. Administrators think he's a duplicitous weasel. Nobody has anything good to say about him. Nobody asks for his advice. People keep leaving burning sacks of sh*t on his doorstep.

His only friend, I think, is Tom Fuentes.


CLUB DAY AT IVC. Well, once again, the atmosphere was decidedly festive today at Irvine Valley College, what with Club Day. I’ve included some photos of the event.

I liked the band. The balloons were fun. Students seemed to be having a good time.

It’s still a good thing to be young and silly and hanging out at IVC or Saddleback.

Now, if only we could get rid of those rat bastards!

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

post-Labor: The Pledge of Allegiance and Public Nudity on Campus (Rebel Girl)


Rebel Girl spent her Labor Day weekend in the local mountains doing her best impression of a daughter-in-law, a role that doesn't quite fit. Still, this year found her making real progress, she thought, whipping out a tray of appetizers, two salads (from the pages of Gourmet, no less) and two dozen home baked chocolate chip cookies for the Labor Day Country Club BBQ (don't ask). She also designed a centerpiece for the family table. (Last year, the first year since her mother-in-law passed away, Rebel Girl showed up at the annual BBQ without the requisite tablecloth and centerpiece, thus losing any chance she might have had to win a prize, plus failing Intro to Family Matriarch 101.)

This year would be different, she promised.

She imagined that her centerpiece, which had wit and narrative (a reenactment of a recent raccoon pie-stealing incident), plus solid execution of this year's theme (wild wildlife) would sweep the judges.

Instead, some 20 minutes after the table was set and as the crowds began to gather, the heavens opened and thunder and lightning rolled. People fled to their cabins. An hour later, after over an inch of rain was dumped, the soggy denizens returned to the green to reclaim their drenched tables. There are no photos to record that scene. However, the salads were salvaged and the roast beast saved and spirits were restored.

Rebel Girl, to be honest, enjoyed the interruption, reveled in the peals of thunder and flashes of lightening. It may have been all those negative ions. It may have been her barely repressed anti-social attitude. She was also looking forward to her prize. The rain only made her centerpiece more authentic, she thought. But she was not to win. Apparently, the centerpiece contest was reformed and this year EVERYONE got prizes for their table centerpiece. Which is pretty anti-American if you ask Rebel Girl. Rebel Girl received a picture frame for her effort, which was recognized for its presentation of a current event.

Did Rebel Girl mention that it was HOT? Despite the downpour? Still is.

Kindergarten
Yesterday morning she dropped the little guy off at kindergarten. Day three. She asked him how he liked it so far and he said he liked it well enough but was disappointed that they hadn't gone on any field trips yet.

At the school, Rebel Girl does her best impression of concerned mother and tries not to FREAK OUT over the little stuff.

Grammatical errors in the PTA materials.

Boys in one line, girls in the other. No biggie, right?

Patriots Day assembly on Wednesday September 11th.

The Pledge of Allegiance. (To his credit, young son has already asked his godless parents about the "under God" part. We advised him that he didn't have to say it if he didn't want to. "Can I say 'underwear' instead?" he asked. Five-year-old boys. What are you gonna do?)

How about this: In the lunchroom, milk is sold in plastic bags to be pierced by plastic straws. The "breakfast" prepared for the children who wish to buy it or who qualify for free breakfast (as I once did) is a series of sad menus: raspberry churros, poptarts, power bars. Plus the milk in a bag. What happened to the oatmeal? The dry cereal? The fruit cup?

Don't get me started on the lunch menu.

Community College
Yesterday at our public institution of higher education, Rebel Girl braved the heat for her annual trudge across campus to buy her parking pass. Chunk offered to drive her but she foolishly turned him down. "I can walk" were her exact words. "It's not that hot."

Ha.

It's worth noting that the shortest distance between Rebel Girl's office and the newly relocated Campus Police Headquarters takes her across the green Student Services lawn, through a couple buildings and then through a distant parking lot.

It was hot. Too hot.

But it did allow her to notice a trend that she had never seen before. Some sporting acitivity had just finished and, apparently in lieu of returning to the gym to change, the sporting fellows instead repaired to the parking lot to strip and change in the vicinity of their large vehicles, hovering in the open car doorways and blasting loud rock and roll music as they stripped.

It was a sight. Rebel Girl kept her eyes averted the best she could.

When she finally made it to the Campus Police Headquarters, she asked the young woman on duty if the parking lot was always so filled with half-naked young men.

Sure is, she replied, glancing out the window with a smile.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Sunny Girl says, "It's hot"

Her advice: stop movin'.

SHAKE 'N' BAKE:

Sunny and I really felt that 4.7 earthquake this morning, which makes sense, cuz we were a stone's throw from its epicenter.

From the OC Reg’s Science Dude:
“This was a wake-up call that the Santa Ana Mountain system, combined with the Elsinore fault system, represent a seismic threat to Orange County,” said Eldon Gath, the geologist who runs Earth Consutlants [sic] International of Tustin.
Earthquake smashes windows at city hall (Laguna Niguel)

Friday, August 31, 2007

I'm shocked, shocked!

SOME READERS have asked to see the “district/trustee RESPONSE” to the Accreditors that suddenly materialized at Monday’s meeting of the SOCCCD board of trustees.

Well, here it is (at the end of this post; click on the images to make them larger).

Background:

As you know, teams at Saddleback College and Irvine Valley College have been working for months now—in accordance with Accreditation guidelines, which require openness, broad input, and careful documentation—to write the latest in a series of reports to the accrediting commission. The accreditors have asked that the colleges take steps to address such problems as continuing trustee meddling and the prevailing atmosphere of “despair" (caused largely by the policies and actions of the Chancellor and board).

These latest reports are due to the Accreditors in October, but anything sent to them must be approved by the board in September, for the board meets only once a month. That's why the teams provided their drafts this month.

On Monday (see Machinations SNAFU!), at the “eleventh hour,” this accusatory and undocumented response appeared, without warning. Further, Chancellor Mathur, with typical ruthlessness and indifference to process, ordered the teams at Saddleback and IVC simply to “incorporate” the unvetted document into the Accreditation Focused Midterm Reports that they have just finished writing.

During Monday's discussion, trustee Milchiker asked who authored the Response. She received no clear answer. We still don't know exactly who was involved in writing it, beyond Mathur. (Based on the character of the board discussion, it seems likely that trustee Wagner had a hand in writing it.)

I present the 7-page RESPONSE below. Just click on the image, and it should enlarge sufficiently that you’ll be able to read it.

WATCH THE DISCUSSION:

You can actually watch Monday night’s discussion by going to Board Video.

Click on the link; then, at the district site, click on "video," at the bottom right. Look for the “jump to” area. Jump to the section of the meeting devoted to item 7.1. Look just below the video image. You’ll see a timer. Using that timer (and manipulating the green slider) you should be able to go directly to the following points in the discussion:

2:27
Chancellor Mathur’s introduction (to 7.1)

2:29
Trustee Don Wagner’s support of the Response document

2:30:45
Trustee John Williams’ support

2:35
Randy Anderson (representing Saddleback College’s report), offering concerns about the response.

2:38:36
Mary Williams (also representing Saddleback College’s report), offering further concerns.

2:41:08
Irvine Valley College Academic Senate President Wendy Gabriella, offering detailed concerns.

2:50:15
Board President Dave Lang responding (especially to Wendy)

2:52:30
Wagner again

3:01:24
Mathur. At 3:04:45, Mathur explains that IVC's example of Chancellor micromanagement (the goals he gave IVC's President) is "shocking."

3:08:57
Trustee Marcia Milchiker offers concerns about the “response.” At 3:11:07, she rejects some elements of the “response,” despite its supposedly representing the view of the board. At 3:11:50 she asks, “Who wrote it?” She gets no clear answer.

3:19
Mathur decries mistreatment of the board at the hands of Accred report authors.

3:22
Milchiker worries about impression of “continuing dissention” that including the “response” will leave.

3:22:45
Trustee Nancy Padberg complains that the board “minority” was not invited to participate in the writing of the “response.”

3:25:30
Wendy notes that the “response” obviously fails to represent all seven trustees.







Labor Day: to be of use

MONDAY IS LABOR DAY. The first Labor Day was celebrated one hundred and twenty-five years ago, on Tuesday, September 5, 1882. The Central Labor Union in New York City organized the first commemoration, a parade and a picnic featuring speeches by union leaders. 20,000 workers filled the streets in a parade up Broadway. Their banners read "Labor creates all wealth," and "Eight hours for work, eight hours for rest, eight hours for recreation!" In 1894, Congress made Labor Day a national holiday.

In lieu of a parade, here is a poem by Marge Piercy.

To be of use

The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

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