Thursday, May 20, 2010

End of the Minivan Era

Today has been a difficult day for Uncle Steve Jordan.

The Era of the Minivan has come to an end.

For the past 3 years or so, I've driven a minivan. A 1995 Plymouth Voyager, a real honest-to-goodness soccer mom minivan. And I EMBRACED it. I had a bumper sticker that said "My child is an honors student." I have a shirt that says "Soccer Mom." I have another shirt that says "Minivan Mega Fun."

Don't you see? It was ironic. I'm not a soccer mom. I don't have a child who is an honors student. Nor do I have a child.

That's why it was clever. And hip. Because it's ironic.

So I really loved driving that behemoth. Or, as I liked to call it, the green mother ship.

But the repairs became too frequent, the overheated engine became too common, the leaking coolant (and door that didn't open, and cracked windshield, and windows that didn't roll down, and the air conditioning that didn't work) became too constant. So I let her go. Today.

What am I going to do now? Without this ironic part of me? Can I still wear my "Minivan Mega Fun" shirt? Do I have to try to be interesting all on my own? Develop a personality or something?

Because I like things that are a substitute for actually being an engaging person. Like "I drive a minivan." Or "I don't have a cell phone." Or "My favorite bands are more obscure than your favorite bands."

Sigh.

At least my Chicago Blackhawks are tearing through the NHL playoffs.

Wait a minute . . . I'm a hockey fan . . . I drove a mini van . . . I was almost a hockey mom!

Like my hero Sarah Palin.

And as I said goodbye to the minivan, I was wondering, do we really have relationships with inanimate objects? I suppose we do. Certainly children do with their dolls and stuffed animals. But us adults? Are we really attached to things that aren't alive? Do concrete objects actually posses a personality? Do we think they have some kind of soul or something? Or is that just what our minds project UPON them? And if it is just something our mind does, then we should just be able to turn off our minds when we have to say goodbye. Because there's nothing really THERE, is there?

I'll now be on a bike path or sidewalk near you. See you then.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Random Out-of-Context Paragraphs #2

This is what we need to do with the natural world: listen. Then we might know how to live and what to do. I’m not the one to say what that is, since I have a lot more listening to do myself. But we can find people who listen and hear what is being said: the remaining hunter-gatherers, Native Americans, or those who have spent their lives immersed in their bioregion. These are the masters that Confucius talks about, those who have trained themselves through a lifetime of roles and rituals, those who know what to do. Heidegger said “a completely new method of thinking [would be], at first, possible for but a few men to achieve.” The naturalization of the world would be a new method of thinking for many of us, but an old method for others. So we should begin to train ourselves for this new way of thinking, and start listening to those who are already the masters.

A few years ago I watched clip from a Thelonious Monk concert. The song began with the bass player, drummer, and saxophonist playing first, with Monk walking across the stage to his piano. But halfway there he just stopped, and then started to tap his foot and snap his fingers. For the next few minutes he just tapped and snapped, then walked back and forth in a casual, rhythmic dance, staring upwards at nothing, lost in the music. Minutes later he finally sat down and started to play too. After the concert someone asked him why he didn’t play right away, and he said something like “they were already in a good groove, so they didn’t need me playing yet.” This is my best metaphor for what we should do in the natural world. We should try to be Thelonious Monk with the natural world. We should listen to nature, find its rhythms, snap our fingers, enter into its music. It’s already in a good groove, so it doesn’t need us stepping all over the notes. And if we listen well, we’ll know exactly when to sit down and play along.

Random Out-of-Context Paragraph #1

In my fifteen years as a teacher, I always knew I was working in the very heart of education. But after s300-s301, I am now engaged in the scholarship of education. Before my focus went no further than the four walls of my classroom; I was a teacher and only a teacher, and in no formal way was I a writer, commentator, analyst researcher, or philosophizer about teaching. But now I’ve spent a year thinking broadly about education, I’ve talked with researchers and people working on policy, I’ve begun some of my own research, and I’ve started to think about the field contextually. And I feel ready and confident to do so. Maybe I needed fifteen years of teaching and one year of graduate work at Harvard before I could adequately begin to be a scholar in the field. If I had done it any earlier, or without my work at Harvard, I might not have spoken from a place of deep experience and conviction. And nothing is worse than making assertions while simultaneously trying to justify (to yourself and to others) that you are worthy of those assertions. Or to use Edward’s metaphor, Luke left Degobah for the first time too early, before he was ready to be a Jedi. I wanted to be a fully trained “Jedi” educator before I could be a commentator on the field.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

In the Bowels

Well, I'm deep in the bowels of some Harvard library at an old wooden carrel working on my final paper. This last essay is a heavy one: it tackles Heidegger and Confucius (together again) and indigenous philosophies and more. And it's running away from me--over 30 pages already.

Very hard to birth such a project. But it's a labor of love my friends, a labor of love. I'll be sad when it's over.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Apocalypse

For the past few days it seems like armageddon has arrived. And let me tell you, it's a mighty bleak feeling.

First, devastating earthquakes seem to be happening everywhere.

Second, the Gulf of Mexico oil spill is spreading by the second, choking and killing everything in the sea, delicate ecosystems, etc., and is heading for poor, beleaguered New Orleans.

Third, the Red Line broke down a few days ago, which is how I get around.

Fourth, a major water main broke that serves over two million people in the Boston area, and our tap water has been contaminated for days. You can't drink it, you can't wash your clothes in it, you can't wash your dishes in it, they say that even if you used soap to wash your hands, you should still sanitize them right afterwards. There's serious shortages on bottle water--if you go to a CVS or a grocery store, you'll see empty shelves of where all things drinkable used to be.

(Not to mention that I have a horrendous, growing, inflamed face rash that is leaving me horribly disfigured).

What is going on? Have we not been praying enough? Are the cosmos angry?

And if the U.S. doesn't watch out, we'll be demoted to a 2nd world country sometime soon. Though we probably deserve it.

The End Is Near

Well, three classes down, one to go. The end is near. Some reflective thoughts.

1. I love studying and taking classes. It seems like a human right that should never be denied. Because as much as you love studying, you have to break from it eventually to enter the job force to make some money. I know, you can be a PhD student and prolong it all for another 5 years, but PhD work is different--it has to be narrowly focused, and I'm not so sure that's for me.

2. When I'm not teaching I exist differently. I have an appetite, I sleep deeply and soundly. I have more energy. I take naps. Have you ever been able to take naps regularly? It changes your WHOLE life. I nap four or five days every week. That's another human right that shouldn't be denied.

3. What a rare treasure it is to find a really good teacher. Teaching is a tough job. It's very hard to do well. Very few teachers are REALLY good at it. At Harvard I've been lucky to have some pretty good teachers, and I've (for the most part) gotten everything I wanted out of my classes. But it's still rare to get that great teacher, that life-changing teacher. They're an unbelievable treasure if you ever stumble across one.

4. You know how teachers say "there aren't any stupid questions"? That's a lie. Of course there are stupid questions. Lots of them. I've heard them in my classes from time to time. Someone will speak, and I'll think to myself "now THAT was a stupid question."

5. You know how when you get out of the pool your swimsuit clings to your legs? That's one of my least favorite feelings.