new toy

The other day I downloaded an 8 mm camera app to the old iphone.

It's fun.  The videos are cool.

Watching these reminds me of when I was a little girl and my parents got me and my sister dancing and strutting our stuff on video - only to embarrass us with it later at small family gatherings.

 

while "reading" the IKEA catalog

 

Me:  I'm trying to not eat any sugar today.  You know, like chocolate.

Him:  Good.  I don't eat any.

Me:  So.  I like chocolate.  You have a ham addiction.

Him:  Yes, a life threatening ham addiction!

Five Hundred Dollars

About a week before Ross left for Australia, I started making a list of things that I wanted to do while he was out of town.  You know the list - one of those massive and overly ambitious "Ill show you how capable I am doing everything on my own" sort of lists.  Well, after about 4 days the list got whittled down to the manageable stuff, but I still got quite a few things down.

I decided to pull some money out of my savings account for the "home improvement" project fund.  And, with the help of my sister, my dad, and some babysitting from my mom, here's the short list of everything that I got done in two short weeks.

• Hang blinds in all the house (10 windows to be exact).  The blinds were of course, all the wrong size so my dad and I had to hacksaw our way through this project, and I had to return a couple that just weren't going to work.
• Paint and create a map wall.
• Print and display cute cell phone pictures on cork boards.
• Make and hang a head board for my bed.
• Dig a distinct flower bed all around the house, pull out the grass, plant flowers and tall grasses - i.e. make the house look a little more civilized.
• Hem living room curtains.

These were the 5 major projects and I came in $6 under budget. There were lots of other little things I had to do like yard work, and house work, and laundry, and shavy jones work, and taking care of the kids, but finishing these projects on my own (with my family's help) felt like a major accomplishment.

Reinvention on the fringes

As an American history teacher, I always felt it was my job to teach my kids the history that they wouldn't get the chance to learn elsewhere.  I never used a text book (except a few times as punishment or an example of bad historical story telling) and my classroom revolved around primary sources, music, video, discussion and thinking.  Oh, to teach a 16 year old to think for him/herself.  That was the goal and history was my medium.

As a person who likes history, I've always been drawn to the fringe characters.  The cooky and eccentric presidents (Andrew Jackson and Teddy Roosevelt).  The historical figures who changed history with their stubborn will (Joan of Arc, Ann Boleyn).  Those that shook society at it's roots and scared people like Malcolm X.

I've read the "Autobiography of Malcolm X" several times.  The first when I was in high school, probably a sophomore.  I borrowed it from the library, had to renew it several times to finish it and then lost the tome only to buy it - then find it later in my room.  I've read that library copy at least half a dozen times and it proudly sits on my bookshelf, library identification in tact.

Even though I'm no longer in a classroom setting, I still love history - maybe even more than I used to.  My retention isn't what it used to be (it's true...if you don't use it you lose it!) but lately it seems, the books I read are full of essays and biographies (founding fathers, Malcolm, Tina Fey....).  Knowing that I'm a sucker for a book about a radical, my sister gave me the newest biography of Malcolm X for my birthday.  "Malcolm X:A life of reinvention" by Manning Marable.  I just finished it about a week ago and it was excellent.  I found out that Mr. Marable, a well known African American Scholar spent 20 years of his life researching the 500+ pages and unfortunately died of pneumonia the week before the book was released.  After reading the text, it definitely was the life work and passion of a dedicated scholar, and a Malcolm hero-worshipper.  It was an eye-opening read.

In my classroom when we studied Civil Rights I would always have a "Malcolm vs. Martin" day.  It was one of my favorite days to teach, especially the year I had a students whose father was a white racist from North Carolina - I made sure to send his kid home everyday whith all kinds of information.  I had a giant poster of each civil rights leader and next to the poster wrote down basic facts about their lives and philosophies.  We talked about the men and their upbringings.  Then we read speech excerpts and watch videos of the men speaking.  Oh, if only I'd had YouTube back then - I would have totally rocked my students historical world.

People are drawn to Malcolm X, in general, because he was radical and militant and often considered a hatemonger and a racist and because "black power" was scary in the 1950's and 1960's for one group of people and absolutely engaging for another.  The Nation of Islam was (and is) an "interesting" organization.  There aren't many groups in the world who can take criminals from prison, convert them to a strict religion and turn them into upstanding men.  When Malcolm X decided however to split from the Nation and it's hate speech (and infidelities of Elijah Muhammad and interior violence) they hounded him until they were able to eradicate him - infront of his wife, children, and supporters.

The thing is - in my opinion of course - Malcolm X was turning into one of the most powerful forces in America - he was a voice to be heard, to be reckoned with, and it would have been amazing if he wouldn't have been killed, to see where he was headed.  In the two years before he died, as heavily detailed in the Marable book, he took a hajj to Mecca and converted completely ot Orthodoz Islam, thus seeing the world through a different light.  He was still (and rightfully so) an angry African American, but he came back from that pilgrimage and subsequent months long tours of Africa and Europe ready to radicalize politics and get people moving towards equality and human rights.

I cannot say that I agree with much of what Minister Malcolm said in his life (I can't, really.  How could I - a middle class new century white girl really understand "ballots for bullets" for example or how could I relate to having my home fire bombed with my wife and children sleeping inside?) - his speeches as a spokesperson and #2 for the Nation of Islam were scary - he was powerful and intimidating and no wonder the FBI wiretapped every phone he ever used.  But I wold loved to have heard him speak in person.  To see his charisma and humor.  I can watch videos online, but that doesn't do him justice.

After reading this book (Thanks, Haley!) and spending countless hours over the last few weeks looking at pictures and listening to speeches, and learning more on my own about Betty Shabazz and their 6 daughters, and the modern interpretations of Malcolm's advancing political and social ideas - I can saw that I have a new respect for Malcolm X and all that he was trying to do.

And THAT is your history lesson for the day.

Salting snails, just a typical Sunday, really

After a delicious dinner at my mom's house on Sunday night we headed out to my grandpa's for a quick visit bearing sugary treats.  When we go there my Grandpa informed us that there was a snail hunt going on in the backyard.

Side note:  My grandparents yard is full of snails.  You have no idea how many snails.  In the summer time, especially after a rain storm (like we had yesterday), it's like a plague of snails only it's not like crickets, and there aren't any seagulls to come and eat them all up.

Side note deux:  My grandmother was fearless.  She would capture snakes, pull legs off off of spiders, pick up dead mice and birds, and she killed snails.

Okay, so we headed outside to see how the snail hunt was going.  Once in the backyard we saw one of my Aunties bent over a flowerbed with the container of salt.  You see in our family, there is nothing humane about a snail therefore it must be dealt with in an inhumane way.

Sorry, PETA.  Do you protect snails?

My son declared, "This is a snail invasion!"

My brother grabbed the salt and took it upon himself to annihilate the small snail army gathering in the backyard.

Once all the little suckers seemed to be taken care of we headed to the front.  There were dozens more: on the porch, in the flower beds, on the sidewalk and sliming their way through the grass.  My brave brother stepped on a couple and the crunch echoed back into the house.  They also found a herd of babies who, unfortunately were defeated before they had a chance to eat the garden.  Or whatever snails eat.

I once knew a girl from my grandma's neighborhood who lived in France.  When visiting her family for the summer, she'd come over to swim.  She and my grandma collected snails and she took them home, presumably for dinner. In our family, we don't eat snails. We destory them.

And sometimes, after a good snail hunt, you need a little bit of yoga, just to get centered again.