July 28th, 2010

I am a bad blogger. I let too much time go by between posts for anyone to be interested in anything I have to say.  The only comments I get are from my boyfriend and ads for Porn Sites.  And even then the Porn Sites outnumber my boyfriend 10 to 1.

I think it is because my brain is a swirling vortex of ideas and blogging, even though it is a faster, less revised method of writing, just can’t keep up with constant drain and fill that goes on.  Yes, I am comparing my brain to a toilet.  The ideas come in, clutter up with paper and what-not, and before I can adequately flush them out onto the screen…WHOOSH… they’re sucked through the pipe and the bowl of my head is refilling with water, in wait of what-not.

I’ve tried many methods of getting my ideas into coherent form prior to the pipe-sucking oblivion, but sometimes all is just lost.  Tape recorders, big ones with the monster grates on the speaker to record every breath and snort, those plug in microphones that make me feel like singing “Danka schoen” before I can even begin to “write”, those little spy tape recorders that make me feel like secretly recording strangers’ conversations and using them as “found” poems, I even got voice activated soft ware so the computer could type what I said, but it didn’t recognize my Jersey accent and I wound up yelling at the computer: “Not NORK, NEWARK” and the like would type as “Not NORK, NORK,” But nothing really cut it.

By blogging I thought I could write pithy little ditties to get my brain working prior to writing my poetry.  Sort of a flexing of the writing muscle.  Blog as the warm-up stretch before the iron man race called poetry.  Now I’m finding myself blank about the blog.  Serves me right– I’m at the age where my metabolism is slowing down, I don’t really want to exercise, an extra five pounds sucks, but eh, I’ll worry about it in a few tomorrows.

What I need is to flip the switch– Get my metabolism working like the toilet of my brain to shed the 5 pounds of suck, and get the toilet to flush a bit slower, you know, let things settle until  tomorrow or maybe next week.

And yes, this is a metaphoric toilet– I  recommend  flushing your actual toilet regularly; not doing so really wouldn’t be helping anybody.

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April 20th, 2010

And your first thought may be to ask… have you, Poet, been on an exotic vacation kibitzing with barons and earls and “famous” poets?  And by your whims of fancy you would be half correct for I am always in conversation with such people… in my head.  Every day is like a vacation from this life I lead– you, know, the typical life of waking up at 6:30 ish and rushing through a shower only to rush through drying and dressing and driving (though the later in the awesome state of NJ is a great deal of hurry up and wait for ass-hat other drivers and construction projects that take 3 x as long as scheduled).

Then it’s to work to try to get a bunch of students, who are paying to take my course mind you, to actually show up to class, read the assignment, and write complete sentences that bear coherent and original thoughts.  All this while the NJEA president, who makes roughly $500,000 per annum, complains that Governor Christie doesn’t understand the nature of schools and what his budget cuts will do to the children.  Does he?  When is the last time he was in a classroom?  He makes $ 480,000 more than I do each year and all he does is go to meetings.  Anyone who has worked a year of their life in any company, union, etc., knows meetings are useless drains on everyone’s time.  Nothing ever gets accomplished in a meeting.  Their purpose? so the person in charge can feel important.  There is nothing that is said in a meeting that can’t be handled in a succinct email or memo. Provided Those receiving the email/memo actually read it.

This man is not the head of my union, yet his power dictates how state money for education is spent.  And since K-12 teachers (via their union head) won’t negotiate, they will win on many points– teachers will maintain their salaries this year, some may get the raises their contracts dictate, which means other teachers will lose their jobs and  ultimately programs for the kids will be cut, but you better believe that Mr. Union Prez will bankroll his $500, 000 this year and all the years he has that title.  If anyone believes he’s in it for the benefit of the kids or the teachers, they’d better wake up.

So, I have a few questions/ points for my K-12 brethren because having worked at some of NJ’s finest Colleges and Universities I would love to know what K-12 is actually doing to prepare our children.  And because maybe before we give these teachers yet another raise we evaluate their “fine” work as it comes into the colleges for teachers like myself, who get paid a hell of a lot less than any K-12 teacher does.

How does an 18 year old graduate high school not having read: The Great Gatsby, The Grapes of Wrath, The Scarlet Letter, Shakespeare, Catcher in the Rye, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Old Man and the Sea, ad infinitum…  And spare me the “Dead White Guy” Canon lecture.  I am well aware of all of that, but it is the Canon for a reason.  These books are important works of American and British Literature.  Add Harriet Beecher Stowe– Uncle Tom’s Cabin is a fabulous book, add Phyllis Wheatley, add the Brontes and Jane Austen, add Charlotte Perkins Gilman— ADD, do not remove from the cannon because the author happens to be dead and white and male.  Add Richard Wright, James Baldwin, Langston Hughes– ADD.

Students do not read and they do not read enough.  And when they do not read, they cannot learn to read critically and they cannot learn to think critically and analytically.  This is a skill they need walking in the door of any college or university.  I am telling you that from Rutgers to NJIT to our  community colleges and in between, our students do not have the ability to read and think and analyze.  They walk in to college behind were they need to be.

And when you are not reading, you do not know how to write.  College is all about writing– papers, tests, etc. Knowledge is determined on the strength of writing in the university.  I have students that have excellent ideas; they are original thinkers, but they can’t write a complete, grammatically correct sentence to save their lives. Literally, if they had someone holding a gun to their heads they’d still write, “The main characters is scares when the bomb goed off and are transcends to a new way of thinking.”

I have 1 semester with these students.  I teach them literature.  When they come into my classroom they are already supposed to know how to write.  That type of paper fails.  The student may understand the literature fairly well, but can I pass a student that doesn’t know the difference between “goed” and “goes” ? And what happens to that student if I do pass them?  If we all just pass them through because they have an understanding of the concepts and who cares about the writing?  Well, then they go into the workplace and can never succeed.  The first time the boss asks them to draft a memo they get fired for incompetence?  So this person has a college degree that is useless.  There are many of people out there with such degrees.  Some of them wind up teachers.

I see students, good kids, not such good students, who got A’s and B’s in high school because they showed up and didn’t cause trouble for their teachers.  While their peers were little hellions and disturbed the class and received D’s,  these good kids learned that if they kept their mouths shut, their heads down, they’d pass and get into college.  And they did.  But that doesn’t mean they learned the skills they need to succeed.  Other students had mom and dad bully the teachers into giving them the grades they felt they deserved so they could get into college.  Well, the transcript can say A, but if the knowledge isn’t behind it, kids walk into university at a great disadvantage.

When I was an undergrad there were no remedial courses for math or writing, except at the county colleges.  If you couldn’t walk in the door and do the work, you didn’t go to college.  Or you went to Community College and took non-credit remedial classes until your skills were up to par, then you applied to go to another school.  Now colleges and universities offer remedial classes for credit.  College teachers wind up doing the work that K-12 teachers should have been doing and didn’t.

And we get 1 semester to do it in.  1 semester to get a student reading at a college level when they come to us at sometimes an 8th grade level.  1 semester to teach a kid grammar when they have never had a grammar lesson, ever.  We have teachers -to -be who will supposedly be teaching grammar who have never been taught grammar who have 1 semester, 1 course to learn everything they need to know about grammar– and mind you 1/3 of the Praxis exam for teachers is on grammar.

And most of the university faculty is not full-time.  1/3 of the faculty are full-time tenured professors; 2/3 are part-time adjunct faculty that need to teach at 2 and 3 schools to make “a living wage.”  Adjunct faculty bear the same degrees, have the same experience, the same publication records, but because the college want to save money– they pay adjuncts by the class (and they cap the number of classes for part-time at 2) and many of the schools don’t have to offer them benefits.  If benefits are offered, the adjunct has to pay about $550./ month.  Salary ranges between $1600- $5000 per class.  (There are only 2 colleges in NJ that pay that top figure most come in at about $2500- $2800).  A tenured faculty member makes between $65,000- $150,000.  The President of the NJEA? $500,000.  The head of my union?  She’s an adjunct.  She doesn’t get paid for being the president of the union.  She teaches 2 classes and goes to many union meetings (for free).

And we, tenured and adjunct faculty at my university, agreed to a pay freeze for the 2nd year in a row, so that our students’ tuition would not have to be increased into the double digits.  With other cuts the college has made, the tuition increase should only have to be at about 5-7% as opposed to 17% if we took raises.  After all, if we have no students due to increased tuition, we have no jobs at any salary.

Now you see why, when I come home I hibernate and go to my happy place.  Frustration levels are high, but the land of the mind is always full of nicer things– barons, earls, and exciting poets to talk to.

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February 9th, 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQDFWmJOtIE

So if this doesn’t make you want to buy the book, I’ll tell you that Sam has toiled on this project for several years longer than maybe anyone should toil over anything, but Mike Brody is a character well deserving of all the struggles.  And my boy Sam, he’s going places… even if he has to build those places brick by brick so there’s room enough for him.

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January 15th, 2010

To Whom it May Concern:

Thank you for mailing me the  6  glossy, binder-ready fact sheets about various world animals.  I always wanted to know what an African Dik-Dik looked like or what regions I could travel to if I wanted to see a Fennec Fox up close and personal. I am happy to know that to avoid the King Cobra’s 16.5 foot body I should also avoid South and Southeast Asia, though I am sad to have to cancel my trip to Cambodia now that you have imparted me with this knowledge.  But as your literature states, looking at these “Explorer  fold out cards” is just like being there in person (and I save the plane fare).

I am also excited that I, out of millions of people, have been selected for a special bonus gift.  My secret, golden scratch off has revealed that I have qualified for the biggest of bonuses… the binder to store these lovely cards, 36 more cards of your choosing, and 9 “quick find divider cards” that introduce the various category of creature: mammal, reptile, etc.  And that you are throwing in an “Adventure Flashlight” valued at $19.95 has shown me that I truly am special among your clientele.

Of course I will send back my scratch off affixed to the enclosed form, and I will place my bonus flashlight sticker in the circle provided, mail it in the postage paid envelope included, and I agree to pay only shipping and handling for my free gifts.  And in the tiniest of print that I can barely read I will also agree to be mailed new cards at monthly intervals costing way more than their actual worth, plus shipping and handling (how else could you off-set the cost of the $70.85 free adventure pack and bonus flashlight?).

And for the rest of my days I will receive more cards than their are animals in the kingdom.  And I have to, as the 6 initial cards I received have sparked my OCD by providing me Group 1: Mammals, Cards 1 and 4, Group 2: Birds, Card 17, Group 3: Reptiles and Amphibians, Cards 3 and 9 and Group 4: Fish, Card 7.  My life cannot exist with such chaos, and now I must accept this Free Adventure to collect all the cards, neatly and properly arrange them in my free binder divided by  my 9 free “quick finder divider cards” and restore my life to order.

I can’t imagine anyone passing on this fabulous offer.  The bright red note reading “STOP! Do Not Break This Seal– unless you have definitely decided not to claim you Free Gift Package,” folded and glued shut tempting rebels to break it open despite their desire for Free Wildlife Adventure, is almost an unnecessary measure.  So is the guilt- laden prose, over abundance of exclamation points, and bold, underlined text stressing that this offer is Free! worth up to $70.85 and comes with a bonus Adventure Flashlight. The assurances of the company’s marketing director make me feel warm and fuzzy about your product, and you can rest assured, my entry into your exclusive club of animal lovers is in the mail.

I hope you don’t mind, but I am paying the shipping and handling for my Free Adventure in nickles.  The “Save the Children” charities keep sending me nickles, daring that if I care about the poor I would not throw my money away, rather send it back to them.

However, they do not offer a Free Adventure Flashlight.

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January 6th, 2010

France has introduced a new law that would make it illegal to cause “psychological violence” upon your spouse or live-in partner during an argument. So calling your spouse any of the following: “douche bag”, “fuck knocker”, “artard”, “whore who slept with my best friend”… all are now punishable offenses.  1st offense: a written warning. 2nd offense: monetary fine. 3rd offense: jail time/ restraining order/ forced sodomy by the entire French government.

Oh, I’m sorry, that’s not it.

Is it me or are governments getting a bit too involved in the goings on of, well, everything? I’m about 3 weeks shy of joining some radical militia in North Dakota or at least designing my own little world void of government interference. I’m not even sure if it is a matter of political party ideology because in these uncertain political and economic times I don’t see much leadership or faith in the common man’s ability to govern himself.  And yes, I am the first person to admit that common men are chock-full of artards and douche bags (citation for moi), but isn’t that life?  Learning to deal with people who you’d rather smack upside the head is part of this crazy journey we are all on. Getting pissed off that someone far less qualified, less intelligent, less prepared is making more money, has a better job, a better home, etc., is just a refreshing way of spurring us on– helping us realize that success’ boundaries aren’t so narrowly defined, no matter what companies and media and yes, governments want to sell us.

But first comes personal responsibility.  No amount of law making can force people to account for themselves.  Nor can bailing out banks and other companies when their poor business practices should be landing them in bankruptcy and foreclosure.  All that does is tell them, and us, that we can act irresponsibly with little to no consequences.  It is unrealistic– and consequences will come regardless.  While bailouts and new laws that force us to act with decorum may subvert the known consequences, new ones will arise, and my bet is that it will be an even more unpleasant fall out than the one we were trying to avoid.

If you want to call your loved one a “dick face,” go for it, but does it solve anything?  It makes you feel better in the short term, maybe.  It also shifts the focus away from what the argument is really all about (and maybe that’s the reason we do it).  Name-calling attacks the other person so the name caller never really has to take a look a his/ her part in what is being argued about.  A solution, a compromise never really has to be reached.  No one ever has to look at themselves, their behavior and how they affect the world around them.  No law is going to force someone to do that.

No bailout is going to make large companies treat their workers better, or force CEOs to scale back unnecessary spending– mostly because no one sees their spending as unnecessary, no one wants to see a different way to do things.  No one wants to give up 1 or 2 of their perks so that someone else can be on equal footing and no one wants to pay more in taxes to help out someone else.  Everyone, from spouses to workers to CEOs, is trying to prove to themselves and everyone else that they are important– that their existence on this earth is justified.  Perhaps the cell phones, the BMWs, the corner offices, the great benefits packages, the louder we all yell, the faster we all drive, the more condescending we all can be to one another, will one day prove that– I doubt it, but we can keep trying.  That way, none of us ever really have to know any other person, and none of us ever have to know ourselves.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1240770/France-introduce-new-law-banning-psychological-violence-marriages.html

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