Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Quick update

Just A quick, not particularly eloquent, update on the happenings here in NC.

My hand is getting better. I have been changing the dressing every day and noting the daily snapshot in the healing process. I went to the doctor yesterday and when they un-bandaged it it looked really nasty; lots of loose skin just kind of floating about. Most of the blisters were ruptured at that point. But it was not oozy or anything. This morning it looked 100% better. There were just a couple of wrinkles in the skin, only a single blister left, kinda between my pinky and ring finger. It looks red but well on the way to healing . Now if I can just get the tendonitis in my arms to go away....

Karen's bowling league is in full swing. She is the treasurer/secretary. Basically collects the money and keeps the records etc. At this point they are in second place I think but I have noticed rankings can shift dramatically over just a couple of weeks.

Karen still does the Girl Scout troop's book keeping and records keeping etc. and now is also involved in planning the HS band's trip to New York this spring. In other words Karen is keeping busy.

Bob is doing well at school. He did get a job. He is going to be a campus bus driver. The hours are flexible as long as he works at least 18 hours a week. He has been in training the past several weeks. The instructors have been very impressed with him and have had him skip forward several days in the training schedule. He should get his license this week and start driving live cargo soon. "Driving a Bus is fun" says Bob. Other than that he has produced another DVD for the marching band; A compilation of all of the competition's and a few special other performances. He sells them for $30 each. He has 25+ orders so far. Not too shabby.

Tyler received significant awards this fall at the end of season Band awards banquet. Superlatives are awarded each week during the season; Squad of the week, Drummer of the week, Color Guard of the week, Person of the week.... At the banquet Tyler received, most notably, "Officer of the year" and "Person of the year". It is perhaps a small thing in the grand scheme of life but It was nice to receive peer recognition for the tremendous amount of extra work and pride he puts into the band program at school. Karen and I are very proud of our "Band Geek". Other than that Tyler did very well in school the first grading period. He missed having straight 'A's by 1 lousy grade point. He earned a 92 in AP Psychology, 93 is an A.

Tyler has sent in his College applications and is now holding his breath until sometime in January when he expects to hear from UNC.

Kyle did really well in band this fall as well. He had some folks a little concerned at first, not because of his playing abilities, according to many, technically he is one of the best players on the line. He was having some issues with marching. But by the first competition he and the rest of the drum line pulled it all together and won several awards in competition. Kyle has some work to do grade wise. Over all not terrible. Just one or two areas needing improvement. He is making an effort to bring things together. He has a new Girlfriend who is pretty special to him; Anna. A very sweet girl. Maybe she can get him to clean out his backpack once in a while. ;-) Other than that Kyle is gearing up for the tryouts for the school golf team. He tried out last year as you might remember but being that he had picked up a club for the first time just a month or two before, he didn't quite have the necessary club control. Good luck to him on that.

Michelle is busy as well. She has her first band concert tonight. She is playing clarinet along with 40+ other clarinet players. Hopefully after the concert she will have the opportunity to switch to Saxophone. The fall soccer season is done. The pulled it together for the last two games, showing enthusiasm and teamwork. They did not manage to pull off any wins this season though the last game was a tie. Michelle was the high scorer on the team for the season. She went camping a couple of weeks ago with the Girl Scouts; got drenched. We have not gotten much rain this year in NC. I think the rain gods were saving up for that camping trip. Michelle also had a really good first grading period report. Not all A's but from what I can tell the couple of the marks that brought specific class grades down were dubious at best. Who ever heard of awarding a test letter grade based on how fast a student ran the mile. Michelle ran it well within national, and I think presidential fitness guidelines but still received a B. Others parents reported their child received C's and D's based on the times their children ran.... I am still debating if it is worth rasing a stink over; not because a B is a bad grade but because it is just ignorant, IMHO, measure to base a grade on.

Well in a nutshell that is life in NC. Till next time....

Friday, November 25, 2005

A Killer Casserole

I hope everyone had a terrific Thanksgiving. The NC Grissom's Turkey-Day was nice; full of family, good food and even an exciting game or two (Of course Tyler, along with Michelle, won at "Cranium" )

As is my traditional role, I was responsible for the Turkey and Stuffing. Nancy made the appetizers, pumpkin pie, applesauce and a pork loin, and... well...probably something else. Howard is traditionally responsible for the wine, and Karen, well she made everything else. The kids pitched in here and there, peeling the apples and potatoes etc.

Anyway, with all that food being prepared, pretty much all at once, we, as usual, were woefully short on oven and stove-top real estate. In years past some food is prepared in Nancy's oven and brought over but this year, since our next door neighbor was not eating till late, they were kind enough to offer the use of their oven.

Since my turkey and stuffing was in the oven early I was appointed to title of sneaker-chef. My primary task was to transport and monitor the butternut squash casserole, a new dish Karen wanted to try this year. We cut the squash in half, I ran them next door and put them in the oven, 40 Min later, I ran over and brought them back. We scooped them out, pureed them, Karen did the magic that she does, and I carted the bounty back for another 45 minutes of cooking. I went back, added the crumble topping then back to the oven for another 15 minutes.

I was not so sure about the casserole when we first talked about it but when I walked in to the neighbor's house, a glorious aroma filled my nose. It smelled more like a pumpkin pie then a "squash casserole". It was golden brown and piping hot.

Anyway, In each trip over, I managed to leave SOME article behind; The top to the casserole dish, the mixing bowl for the topping, a spoon... So when it came to cart it all back... well it was a bit of a balancing act. I had the casserole on the palm of my left hand, insulated with, as I would soon discover, an all to thin hot pad. I had a mixing bowl and serving spoon in the other. My neighbor followed me out her door with the glass lid.

About half way between their front door and ours, my left hand was starting to feel uncomfortable; REAL uncomfortable. I attempted to adjust and ended up with my pinky directly contacting the dish. The same dish that just spent about an hour in a 425 degree oven. One thing led to the other and before I knew it, half the squash was in the grass; I had hot casserole running down my pant leg and the back my right hand was covered in the scalding culinary concoction.

I did manage to save half of the casserole by setting the dish on the nearby trash can. Then I ran frantically around the yard waving my hand around like ... well like I just dumped hot casserole on it. From another viewpoint I sure it looked rather humorous. My neighbor was not laughing, and neither was I.

I ran cold water over my hand for several minutes and got cleaned up. While it was an uncomfortable and honestly a pretty nasty looking burn, despite urging by Karen to go to the doctor, I ate supper, played a game and was able to sleep reasonably comfortably Thursday night.

Friday morning, when I woke up, I put my glasses on, took a look, and told Karen "I'm going go the Urgent Care Clinic". My hand was swollen and blistered and... well kinda nasty looking. Karen was much to polite to say "I told you so" but I am sure she was thinking it.

When I got into see the doctor, after about a 90 minutes in the waiting room, he asked what had happened. I told him it was the Butternut squash casserole. He, without blinking an eye, commented that "It must have been a killer casserole."

They cleaned my hand up, put some goop all over it, then wrapped it up like a giant q-tip. I should be alright. I have to keep it clean and dressed for 7-10 days. No permanent nerve damage is expected and the scaring should be minimal.

After all is said and done, the part of the casserole that is not feeding my grass was well accepted by the family. I think the recipe is a keeper.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

It's not as easy as black and white

I started this BLOG back in September. It quickly grew out of hand so I stopped. Since then I became busy, traveling and such... anyway I never got back to it. I started again the other day and just could not figure out how to bring it all together. It was going in too many different directions. I am making one final attempt. If the final version is a bit unfocused ... well now you know why. But if I don't get this out I cannot move on to another topic. It's just the way I am I guess....





Say what you want about Dr. Phil (TV Pchycologist) but his shows do talk about some interesting topics. I don't make a habit of watching the show, it comes on when I am usually at the office. When I work from home I like to have the TV on for background noise. Yesterday I worked from home. And his show came on after the news.

The topic of the day was racism. I did not watch the whole thing. I had to turn it off because I found myself watching it instead of working. But one victim... I mean guest ;-) on the show was a self confessed white supremacist/racist; The issue he had was that his daughter was pregnant, due any minute by the way, and the baby's father was black. I have no clue why anyone would go on a show like that. You could not pay me enough but, his stated reason was that he wanted to change his ways in order to re-establish a relationship with his estranged daughter.

One of the next guests was a black man. His "friends" brought him on the show because he was too "white"; He is a conservative republican, who speaks in proper English, with out an infusion of slang, and with no perceivable accent. And to top it off is a NASCAR fan "can you get any whiter than that?"

Dr. Phil's first guess stated he knew, logically, that his racist beliefs were unjust, but continued to practice his racism. His defense was that this was how he was brought up, how his parents and family taught him.

Kind of an aside note here but I remember one very specific instance, when I was very young. It was Christmas and the extended family had gathered at Grandma Houchens' house on Cedar Street, as was the tradition. My brother and I spent most of our time at these events playing in "the fort" under the dining room table in order to avoid, I am sure, the hugs and muffing of the hair that adults insisted on inflicting on us.

The rooms often became segregated; men and women, as is usual even today. The men were talking sports and the women... Well I am not sure what they talked about. But I remember very distinctly one relative, I won't name him, making the statement that "the Redskins would do much better if they got rid of all the niggers". As I said, I was very young, probably less than 6 years old, but even still I remember thinking, that is the stupidest thing I had ever heard.

Dr. Phil's show focused on racism, just one form of prejudice. One that has gotten renewed attention since Katrina. But prejudice comes in many forms.

I know I carry certain prejudices. I imagine most of which I am not even aware of. When I catch myself I am embarrassed and feel shame. What does that mean? Either I am schizophrenic or It means my prejudicial feelings/thoughts are not there by choice. Are they instinctive?? No, these thought/feelings are learned, there is nothing instinctive or genetic about them as far as I know. But I have little if any cognitive control over them, at least not at any given instance. I do have control, however, of what I do with or how I react to those emotions and thoughts.

Everyone, I believe, has some level of prejudice. I try to check my prejudice when ever possible and specially try to not pass on to my children. My parents and family was no different. When I was growing up, my parents did their best to keep their prejudices in check, and to not pass them on to us, their children.

Prejudice can be learned, specially at a young age through the example of others; Parents, friends, Television, etc.. But it occurs to me that prejudice is probably born as much from ignorance as example. You might be saying that that is an obvious statement but hear me out.

I grew up in white suburbia, outside of Washington DC. Even when my parents divorces and my mom, brother and I moved into a less than desirable apartment complex in Northern Virginia, I honestly do not remember any minority families in the neighborhood. The schools I attended were probably 95% white. Was it a coincidence we lived in these predominantly white areas of town? Was it simply economic segregation? Regardless, there was segregation and as a result, And whether or not it was ever spoken, it was a "us and them" environment.

Because I, as a child never interacted with many minority peers, I was ignorant of who and what these people were. Because I had limited personal experience, I had to depend primarily on TV, my friends to draw my conclusions about the dark skinned, almond eyed or Spanish speaking elements of humanity.

The high school I attended was a big football school. Our Arch rival was T.C. Williams. A predominantly and historically black school. Our football games with T.C. Williams were played on Saturday afternoons, as were many of their football games in order to minimize the risk of violence. Right or wrong, how can that not plant a seed of prejudice in a teenager's mind.

I live in Durham NC now. The county wide racial mix is 50% white, 40% black, 8% Hispanic. The city demographics black/white ratio is closer to 1:1. (source http://www.durhamchamber.org/living/popchar.html)

The elementary school the kids attended was racially mixed. I think it was pretty close to a 50/50 white/minority mix when we moved down here. Things have shifted significantly since then. Last year Pearsontown Elementary School's White enrolment was only 13.8%.

But when it came time to High School, and I swore I would not be one of those parents, we opted to send our kids to an out of district school. The in-district school, Hillside HS was a brand new HS when we moved here, but it got it's name from the old Hillside HS; A historically and traditionally black school. And, apparently, the black community wants to keep it that way. (Do a quick google search on the Durham School board meetings and you will see what I mean). When it came time to sign Bob up for High School, we talked with some of our neighbors, white neighbors, who's kids attended Hillside, they told us their kids were not welcome. We heard stories of harassment and such. And many pulled their kids out and sent them to other schools. These children were not accepted at best. Put on top of that the fact that this school has some of the lowest academic scores in the Durham School system. My ideologies went out the window. We transferred the kids to Jordan HS. A more racially balanced school, yes, but more importantly, a higher academically achieving school.

What does it tell our children? We can tell them we wanted them to get the best education they could get. We can tell them we did not want them being exposed to the racial tension present in the school. But The long and short of it is that race played more than a small role in our decision.

What strikes me about the Black / White issues in Durham is that, from my "white" perspective anyway, most of the prejudice and race issues are instigated or at best flamed on by the black community. I have no doubt there are still plenty of instances of white racist remarks or actions in the community. I have no doubt blacks in the community experience discrimination based on the color of their skin. But most of the time I hear the "racist card" being played it is being used to mask or distract from bad behavior or poor judgment on the part of a black person or group.

Much of the black community, in Durham anyway, does it's best to preserve it's black heritage and traditions, Just as the Jewish communities and Hispanic communities do. Society is comprised of people of many different races, ethnic, religious, and political affiliations. The problem, in my mind is that preserving the heritage or tradition or institutions of one particular group in public policy, at some point, crosses the line into discrimination. Hillside High school is an example of what I mean. Why maintain a traditionally black school, with the baggage of all the socio-economic implications of the past and present, at the expense of the quality of education of the children involved? I do not know why Hillside High School has such low test scores. I do not know why the drop-out rate is higher than most of the other schools in the system. I suspect it is because the rather vocal black community makes it very difficult to institute any changes in the school that could "jeopardize the school's black heritage". The community forced out a white principal in order to place a black principal for example. This may be a bit unfair but it seems like the parents don't want their children to forget that they are black. I don't know, maybe they are afraid that if there is an infusion of students or administrators who do not share the same culture, that their children will loose touch with their heritage. Maybe the will start acting "white" as in the second guest on Dr. Phil's show. Do they not want their kids exposed to white kids? This sounds like we are back in the 50's again.

I cannot help feeling that the very culture they are struggling to maintain is what is keeping their children from achieving higher academic and social/economic goals.

Traditionally/historically the black community has been labeled as not able to achieve the same levels academically as their peers in the white community. With the preservation of the black heritage/culture in the schools, this prejudicial standard of performance is also maintained, not only in what may be expected of the students by teachers and administration but what the student has learned to expect in themselves. Segregate these kids from other races and cultures, not only are they loosing out on that experience but they perhaps limit the academic competition to the pool of students that historically have lower achievement levels. It lowers the bar so to speak.

Secondly, a key element in succeeding economically and socially, outside the cultural boundaries, is some level of assimilation. If I were to go into a prodomenantly black, intercity school wearing a shirt and tie and try and talk to a room full of teenagers about drug abuse. They are no more going to listen to me or respect me than if a Inner-city black addressed a Corporate board of directors or Senate sub-committee using the "gangsta" slang or hip-hop cultural dialects of the streets, wearing baggy shorts that hang precariously 6 inches below the waistband of their boxer shorts. There are language standards, grammar, sentence structure, common vocabulary etc., for a reason. Not to suppress freedom of expression or suppress a persons heritage or culture, but so people can communicate with each other with a reasonable level of common understanding. That does not mean you cannot celebrate/remember or exercise your culture / traditions etc. But to be what is considered socially and economically successful in the larger society you need to talk the talk and walk the walk.

Social standards are not static. They change over time. Some words or phrases previously considered street slang have been accepted as common, and correct in today's society. Heck, I wear jeans to work most days. It was not too long ago that corporate America work shirt and tie, to do otherwise was career limiting.

To try and tie all of this together; What I am attempting to illustrate is that prejudice is born primarily from ignorance. Segregation and separation from other races and culture promotes ignorance. The black community, at least a significant portion here in Durham, seem to be promoting the separation of their children from the white community. If not physically, socially. Celebrating/practicing individuality and Black culture, or any culture, is fine. But if practiced in such a way to alienate those around you who are not of that culture or faith sets an individual or group of individuals apart.... breading separation, which breeds ignorance, which breads prejudice.

Should everyone act the same; act "white"? No individuals or groups of individuals who purposely segregate them selves physically or culturally from those they interact with, in effect, are constructing barriers and hurdles that must be overcome before any real progress can be made, in whatever the endeavor, academic, economic or social