Saturday, April 7, 2007

Patchy drizzle, persistent peevitude



Been grading most of the day. The ground was wet this morning. Fog and low clouds. The sun hardly shone.


Sunny Girl was peevish. Took her outside, but it was no good.


Sometimes, there’s nothing to do but wait, eh Sunny Girl?


P.S. :


Came across this old bottle, a small one. As I recall, my family and I found it, along with lots of other things, in an old abandoned mine in upper Trabuco Canyon, circa 1964. Inside the cave, our dog, Prince, fell into a deep hole that was filled with water. We shone our flashlight down, and we could see old timber coming up from the black deep.

Prince was a great dog. We brought him down with us from British Columbia in 1959. I remember that he was nuts about oranges. In those days, orange groves were everywhere, and the smell of orange blossoms was often intense. That was wonderful—for Prince and me, too.

When we first arrived in Orange County, we did a lot of driving—in our pink '55 Ford station wagon. Prince would go nuts when he smelled those oranges, so we'd let him out, and he'd run out to those groves, biting orange after orange that he found on the ground, just to get the juice. Annie and I laughed. My dad would just shake his head and say, "Heimat Land."

I remember: in that cave, I was awfully worried about Prince. After much effort, we got him out. We almost had to jump in there with him. I think maybe my dad did exactly that. It didn't seem possible that Prince got out, but he did. My dad, too.

The bottle made me remember that episode, and the oranges too. Decided to take some pics.


Sunny Girl says "hey."

—9:00 p.m., Trabuco Canyon

Friday, April 6, 2007

Dissent's Friday forum!




GO AHEAD, make our day. (I.e., post something; try to be clever....—or something).

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Rebel Girl's Poetry Corner: Spring and All

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REBEL GIRL HAS LEARNED much this week including that fact that a student soliciting another student for sex does indeed violate the student code of conduct. She's not sure whether or not a student menacing another student with a large frightened domestic rabbit violates the code but it did violate Reb's sense of decorum so she put a stop to it. "Make that rabbit disappear," she instructed the slightly embarrassed student.

What can we chalk these incidents up to? Well, poor decision making, yes. But Spring is in the air here and certainly the bunny incident had all the overtones of that season: a white rabbit, sheepish males, alarmed but charmed females—all involved except the rabbit seemed pleased with themselves.

Even the presence of the Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust with their gory photos as big as doors seem to herald Spring somehow.

Spring has come to the valley of Irvine: root, grip, awaken. There's six weeks left to learn something this semester.

~

Today's poem is from William Carlos Williams, a poet I first read in high school because he had that Carlos sitting there between his Williams.

Spring and All

By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water
the scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish
purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy
stuff of bushes and small trees
with dead, brown leaves under them
leafless vines—

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish
dazed spring approaches—

They enter the new world naked,
cold, uncertain of all
save that they enter. All about them
the cold, familiar wind—

Now the grass, tomorrow
the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

One by one objects are defined—
It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of
entrance—Still, the profound change
has come upon them: rooted they
grip down and begin to awaken


[1923]

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Grisly Tuesday

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1. GRISLY IMAGES. There was some unplanned excitement at Irvine Valley College today. An anti-abortion group—calling itself the “Survivors of the Abortion Holocaust”—set up two large displays and handed out literature in front of IVC’s Student Services Center.

One of the displays featured a very large and extremely grisly picture of an alleged aborted fetus. It was horribly mangled, with a single eye situated amongst the torn flesh. For those who exited the Student Services Center, the image was impossible to miss. Other pictures on display were also grisly or otherwise disturbing, though they were smaller.

From a distance, I noticed some commotion over there early in the afternoon, but then I had to go to class. After class, at about 2:00, I wandered over to SSC. Two young people stood by the displays, but, by then, almost no one was around.

I spoke with the pleasant girl who stood by the large grisly photo of the shredded fetus. She handed me some literature—a tabloid-style publication called "Stop the Madness." I asked her about the commotion. She didn’t think it amounted to “commotion,” she said. True, she acknowledged, at least one student felt the need to yell or scream her displeasure with the displays.

"What did she say?"

"You know. —Choice.'"

“Did lots of students look at the displays?”

“Yeah, lots.”

Evidently, our students survived the encounter with the images. Everything seemed utterly normal.

Normaller, even.

2. RAGHU MATHUR, SCHEDULER OF COURSES. I’m told—by several people who oughta know—that Chancellor Mathur is now personally determining the course offerings for ATEP in the Fall.

In the long run, ATEP will likely house some fancy Voc-Ed Whizzbangery—perhaps some video studios, and various high-tech manufacturing facilities or whatnot. In the meantime, though, a small portion of the campus has temporary buildings in which a range of classes will be offered. Essentially, it’s a “satellite campus.”

Some draft of the Fall course offerings had already been produced by various schools and departments. Or at least I think Schools and departments came up with it. The Chancellor wouldn’t write it, would he?

Well, whatever the draft’s origins, Raghu now feels that he can change it.

I kept asking, “Isn’t that kinda, um, micromanagy?

“Well, yeah,” said everybody. “So what else is new?”

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Sunday, April 1, 2007

Trustees living in a bubble? Let's pop it!


FOR YEARS NOW, we’ve been saying that our dysfunctional community college district is a kind of microcosm of the Bush Administration. For instance, it is often said that George W and his advisors live in a “bubble,” oblivious to reality. That's not good.

Hey, we’ve got a bubble, too!

Consider last Friday’s board forum. Not for the first time, some of our trustees expressed a take on reality according to which the accreditation process is dishonest and biased—that the Accreditation people are somehow in cahoots with faculty. Mr. Tom Fuentes seems to embrace a particularly bold version of the view: the system is phony; it’s fixed by faculty. I’ve heard him say exactly that, though he is usually careful not to say it so plainly when in front of cameras or audiences.

Not sure about Mr. Wagner. Perhaps he embraces a less robust version of the view—something short of a conspiracy theory. Dunno.

Also on Friday, a trustee—and, again, we’ve heard this before—asserted or implied that, among students, there exists substantial FEAR of ACCREDITATION LOSS. Mr. Wagner talked as though the fear is very significant, cuz he was clearly bothered by it.

He even insisted that these fears are encouraged by faculty!

Naturally, if there really were such a phenomenon, then—assuming that our Accreditation is safe, cuz, if it isn’t, we wouldn’t wanna lie about that, would we?—it would be a real problem for us. It would needlessly distract students and maybe even encourage them to get their educations elsewhere. Not good!


Well, if you know anything about the ACCJC (i.e., the Accrediting Commission for Community and Junior Colleges), then you know that there’s virtually no chance that they'll pull our ticket—a college has got to get seriously evil and incompetent for that [see Compton Community College]—though there’s a very real chance of further embarrassing ACCJC wrist-slapping and the investment of further man-hours (in the hundreds) devoted to holding meetings and writing reports.

At last Friday’s forum, a well-regarded classified employee who routinely interacts with students reported that she has not encountered the “fear” phenomenon, not at least to the degree that Mr. Wagner describes. And, speaking for myself, students never express accreditation worries. And they do lots of squawking, I’ll tell you for sure!

In my classes, accreditation does come up sometimes—when, for instance, I explain what a community college “district” is and how it’s run and overseen. (That's good for a student to know.) But this alleged FEAR phenomenon? Well, as far as I can tell—and I do get around—it doesn’t exist. Not to any significant degree, anyway.

Why, then, do Wagner and Fuentes (and other trustees?) suppose otherwise? (Here's a hint: MATHUR.)

Now, I’m not sure how we can get these people to see reality about the honesty and neutrality (observe that I didn’t say the “competence” or the “efficiency”) of the accreditors. If you’ve got any good ideas about that, let us know.

But this other delusion—that (a substantial number of) students fear our loss of accreditation—should be more amenable to a cure. I mean, either this FEAR phenomenon exists or it doesn’t, right? And if those who actually interact with students day after day—like the classified employee—report that DREAD of ACCREDITATION LOSS is not generally exhibited or expressed by students, then, well, Q.E.D.!


So those of you who regularly interact with students, why doncha contact the trustees and let ‘em know the reality of student concerns. YOU'VE GOT POWER! Use it!

Here are the relevant email addresses:

• Board President, David Lang 
— dlang@socccd.org

• Board VP, Donald P. Wagner 
— dwagner@socccd.org

• Marcia Milchiker
— mmilchiker@socccd.org

• Nancy M. Padberg 
— npadberg@socccd.org

• John S. Williams — jwilliams@socccd.org


I got the above info at the district website under the heading “Governing board.” If you click on their names, you get a little biographical blurb, usually ending with:

Contact [trustee X] at [his/her] email address: xxx@socccd.org

Oddly, Mr. Fuentes & Mr. Jay don’t give their email addresses, although I’m sure they’d love to hear from you cuz, on Friday, the board was pretty clear about that! My guess is that Fuentes & Jay’s email addresses are:

• Clerk, Thomas A. Fuentes — tfuentes@socccd.org

• William O. Jay — bjay@socccd.org


Good luck!

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Deer spotting

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Sunny the cat got weirded out like she does, and she started staring out the screen door. So I looked out there and spotted some deer. Took this pic of one of 'em.

I heard another one that was closer, but behind some trees. Did you know that deer make horse-like sounds? You know, that sound of blowin' air out their noses or mouths. What's that called? No, not a neigh or whinny. There's no voice to it. It's more like a gum-flapping sound.

Spotted this in the sky above me.


The dang thing looked so far away, like it was in outer space.

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