Cat Litter

Met with some good friends recently and in the course of our many conversations, we realized that we both lamented the demise of the white plastic buckets in which 40-lb. units of cat litter could be bought at Costco (about three months ago they switched over to a non-biodegradable bag-like plastic container). Oh, the many uses of those white buckets which became ubiquitous in suburbia:

• small gardening tools and supplies
• toys
  
• sheet music (I swear, my band's librarian uses them to hold pieces going in / out of folders)
• mold for snow fort bricks
• white out drills in the Antarctic (okay, so that's not in suburbia)
  

If I didn't consider the four that I still have so valuable, I'd consider selling them for $2 apiece at the next neighborhood yard sale. They'd sell out.

Our recent stop in the Frederick, Maryland area reminded me of how similar and homogeneous many of our consumer experiences are here in the metroplex. Frederick is a good 3-hour-plus drive from here, but we ate breakfast from food purchased at the same grocery store (Weis) that we use, cleaned up spills with paper towels bought in bulk from, where else, Costco, and saw the same combinations of complementary stores in big box malls as we traveled to and fro.

Still, I remain fond of the Frederick area. It rests right on the border between built-up Suburbia and quaint rural. In some ways, that's why I've become so fond of Lansdale, though Lansdale certainly doesn't boast the size and economic vibrancy of Frederick and the I-70 corridor. The area reminds me of what Reading could be, if Reading could somehow overcome the deterioration of safety and economy that has befallen it in the past decades.

Merry Christmas

This posting exists only to prove that I'm still alive and interested in blogging . . . as soon as I figure out something worth writing.

Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to elaborate on today's momentous this day in history. Hmmm. So 115 years ago today the first motion picture was screened. Neat. But I've got nothing on that. Oh, and in 1832 John Calhoun resigned as Vice President (just in time to be elected to Senate from South Carolina, surely). Sorry, still nothing. I must truly be on vacation mode.

Come now. History Channel is making today's key anniversary event Elvis Presley's drafting rather than South Carolina's secession from the Union. I'm speechless. And I had so been looking forward to the inauguration of my Civil War sesquicentennial celebration. Oh well, four more years to celebrate.

Two comments on today:

I've adopted the philosophy that Christmas break has already begun. I'm just spending the first four days of it going into work. This is healthy.

Second, an interesting article in today's Inquirer is analyzing teacher's salaries in the context of a class war. Probably a helpful perspective, and humbling too to realize my profession and what it represents has become such a political flashpoint Perhaps we're on the way to a shift in consensus about what teachers represent and how we should be compensated. Are we civil servants? Are we professionals? I do see a real shift in consciousness toward the costs of doing education, and in many ways it's a healthy shift from some wastefulness.

Maybe it will push us to rethink the models by which we pattern our classrooms and schools. Do seniors really need a full day of 24-student classes? Would we be better off with more independent study and larger lecture-style classrooms. Or, is it time for a 13th year of education? I bring this up because the sheer math behind the 17:1 student-teacher ratio must be questioned if we as professionals wish to be paid as professionals while tax bases tighten.

However, though we might be ready for a change in how society values or compensates teachers, I don't know if we're ready yet for a real conversation about the entitlement culture that permeates education and the costs that come with it. Though it's an awesome thing that we welcome all comers age 5-18 regardless of disability or background, the mandates to teach all according to their ability and provide a free and appropriate education are expensive values we live out.

Sunday, 12/19

Here's an event I remember, it's the twelfth anniversary of Bill Clinton's impeachment. To say the least, Clinton and Congress complicated the lives of Social Studies teachers everywhere.

So, how many presidents have been impeached?

Two.

Who?

Bill Clinton and Andrew Johnson.

I didn't think Bill Clinton was impeached.

He was, he just wasn't convicted. Same with Johnson.

I thought Nixon was impeached.

Well, technically he wasn't.

But he got kicked out of office?

Yes.

But why?

Because he was about to be impeached?

The above dialogue, or something close to it, must get repeated every month in high schools across America. I guess this dialogue serves a purpose, not just to remind students of checks and balances and the nuances of the 25th Amendment but also as to the intent behind our political system.

Though intelligent people can disagree, it's clear that the episodes involving Johnson and Clinton represented significant watersheds in our understanding of presidential power and privilege. In each instance, America's elected officials made the judgment that what these men had done, though wrong, wasn't grave enough to rise to the level of "High Crimes and Misdemeanors." Probably a good thing in each case that the men were acquitted, for conviction (especially in the case of Johnson) would have shifted powers decisively in favor of Congress. I say a good thing because I ultimately think the shift in power toward the presidency over our time as a republic has been a good thing. As for the story of Nixon, he did have the grace and dignity to step down in the face of an imminent impeachment and conviction, thus preserving some element of dignity for the office of president in very trying times.

Our political system is designed to be deliberate, and it usually works to check great abuses to the system. Clinton, Nixon, Johnson . . . the system prevailed each time.

Ironically, today is also near the anniversary of the speech that catapulted Andrew Johnson to national prominence. I read this column in today's New York Times about that famous, but somewhat lost, speech by Johnson. Amazing speech. Just a shame it catalyzed the journey for America's worst-ever president to eventually become president.

Saturday

So, today is the anniversary of the Mayflower's arrival at Plymouth, or at least the arrival of the passengers from the Mayflower. And yesterday was the anniversary of the Wright Brothers' flight from Kitty Hawk. I'm prompted to wonder . . .

Were those people out of their mind?

I don't know what is more outrageous of a proposition: two bicycle makers thinking December is a great time to fly a gigantic motorized kite off of a beach or a group of Puritan Separatists thinking the Massachusetts coast is lovely this time of year.

Perhaps great leaps in mankind are made by the cold and bold.

Slippery Slopes to Conspiracy

Hmm. I didn't realize today was the birthday for the Bill of Rights. I actually came to love teaching about the Bill of Rights to my politics classes. They're essential to our lives as Americans, but prone to misunderstanding, largely because the wording of some of them are quite cryptic. But I do find it interesting how they are limits as to what government cannot do rather than guarantees of what a citizen may do.

So it seems the tax deal President Obama and the Republicans struck last week has disintegrated into yet another partisan squabble. Finally Hannity and the New York Times agree on something: they both hate the bill. But it's funny to hear of how the former assails it as an attack on the wealthy while the New York Times op-ed page runs a column as to how it (namely, the modification of the inheritance tax) is just more evidence that this country won't move toward ways of redistributing wealth.

So we have a tug of war - the tax bill is either a socialistic attempt to redistribute wealth or another egregious example of how we don't have the guts to redistribute wealth. Gee, and I thought it was just a hasty, expensive, desperate, kick-the-can-down-the-road compromise.

I'm starting to tire of the grand conspiracies offered by both right and left. Could some politician please offer something more positive and purposeful. I can't remember the last time I heard a political figure sell an idea to me as an investment in making the country better. More on that whole investment line of reasoning later. As for now, bed.

December 14

This Day in History acknowledges today as the anniversary of Admundsen's arrival at the South Pole. This is an event I really know little about, though I do know America disputes the claims of the dozen or so nations that lay claim to Antarctica. Sorry, don't have much on this.

Also, it's the anniversary of George Washington's death in 1799. History teachers spend lots of time talking to students about the famous two-term precedent Washington set by not running for office again in 1796. In truth, his health was poor and he had been worn out by the partisan antics of his second term. If anything, Washington showed us no man can probably withstand more than two terms in that office.

Lemme try something . . .

I need to start doing this blogging thing again. I wonder if this would work: link to the This Day in History page on the History Channel's website and riff about that day. Hm. It's got potential.

This Day in History

Okay, so the most significant item that site suggests is that today is the 10-year anniversary of Al Gore's concession of the 2000 presidential race. To some readers, a dark day in our past. To some, a peaceful resolution of one of our nation's greatest political crises. However, I don't know if the Election of 2000 ranks in my top five political crises. Without doubt, I know that the following four beat it out:

• The Civil War
• Andrew Johnson's Impeachment
• Watergate
• Election of 1824 (you know, the "Corrupt Bargain")

To me it's a close call between Bush vs. Gore and the Election of 1876, when Hayes sold the freedmen down the river to secure the disputed votes of Florida, Louisiana, and South Carolina. I might have to give the edge to 1876 because the fate of so many former slaves hung in the balance and because, sadly, that compromise left the Southern black populace at the mercy of Jim Crow and Sharecropping. I guess in another 15 years historians can more appropriately size up the impact of Gore conceding, and the impact of the whole recount controversy itself (after all, George Will wrote a column yesterday claiming that the 2000 election has been the catalyst for the commonness of he-said-she-said recount battles in the last decade). But Gore's election likely wouldn't have stopped the defining moment of the decade, 9/11.

I will remember 2000 as one of the more humorous and humbling moments of my teaching career. I had built a substantial portion of my 9th grade Social Studies class around that election. I remember having an essay due for the day after the election where my students would tell me why candidate x won or lost. Oh, the fun of pushing that essay back a day, then two, then just telling my students to bag it.

Witness

Though both museums were excellent, my memory of yesterday's visit to the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis is overshadowing my experience at Birmingham's Civil Rights Institute Friday. The museums shared a similar layout: teaching exhibits emphasized more than physical artifacts, keen use of technology to tell stories throughout, and a floorplan that led visitors to an emotional and historical climax. I guess in that climax, Memphis simply trumps Birmingham. The climax of one's visit to the former is a chance to see inside the motel room Dr. King spent his last hour in (meticulously preserved). The latter's climax, an excellent window out of which to view the park, business and government district, and church that where the fulcrums of the battles there in 1963.

The emotional thrill of seeing that solemn place in the Lorraine Motel was set up perfectly by an exquisite opening documentary. A tour of the NCRM begins with a 32-minute film that is part documentary, part witness statement. The film concentrates on explaining what brought Dr. King to Memphis in 1968. The primary narrative is supplied by Rev. Kyles, one of two preachers who spent an hour in Dr. King's room right before his death. (The late Ralph Abernathy was the other.) Kyles was also standing beside Dr. King when he was shot. The documentary alternates between contemporary footage, interviews, and scenes of Rev. Kyles preaching today. What amazed me about the documentary was the way in which it began with such a clear and compelling historical mission: explaining why King was in Memphis. Yet it ended as a profound, loud, and righteous statement of Christian witness by Kyles. Increasingly the language and imagery of the documentary became spiritual, wrapping the audience in the passion of a sermon or prophecy. Moving doesn't come close to describing it.

My experience in that theater and then in the hotel room exhibit made me thankful that I could understand, historically and spiritually what was happening and what had happened. I've been privileged to read about that era, teach about that era, and grow in Christian churches. I feel like my experience at an inner-city church some time ago, Triumph Baptist in North Philadelphia, helped me understand the frequency at which Kyles and the documentary were working. I hope that over the passing of the years audience members will be able to fell and experience the moment like I (and, I think, most of the visitors with me) did yesterday.

"My Feet Are Tired"

After two days visiting some of the most solemn ground in America - Birmingham, AL and the Civil Rights Institute yesterday, the Lorraine Motel and National Civil Rights Museum today - I don't know when I'll get time to write all the sites have moved me to think. But I do want to post quickly on some observations about Rosa Parks and her 1955 act of defiance that launched a civil rights revolution.

One of the National Civil Rights Museum's most powerful exhibits is a re-creation of the bus on which Rosa Parks committed her act of civil disobedience. The exhibit goes into great detail about what occurred that day. Interesting enough, the words "My feet are tired" never appear. That quote, which I don't doubt Ms. Parks said at some point, is a hallowed one in many history texts. Both sarcastic and pragmatic, it's a great snapshot for students and casual observers of that moment in history.

However, what Rosa Parks said was, I think more defiant: When asked to vacate her seat, she insisted she wouldn't because she paid her fare just like anyone else. (The "My feet are tired" line must have come in one of her countless interviews after the incident.)

Her protest was even more nuanced, and more thoughtful. Parks was sitting in a row four seats across in the middle of the bus. At the beginning of the incident, all four of those seats were occupied by black passengers. One white man boarded the bus and no seats were available. However, custom dictated that a white passenger couldn't sit in the same row as blacks, therefore all four of the passengers in Parks' row (Parks included) were expected to leave the seats. The other three did, Rosa did not.

Wow! Makes me think of a sermon I heard nearly two decades ago about what Jesus really meant by turn the other cheek: namely that custom in Palestine at His time dictated a superior could only hit an inferior with the palm of his right hand (therefore, "turning the other cheek" forced the superior to either violate custom or look foolish in hitting the inferior). Is this what Parks did just for a moment? Before surrendering her seat, was she daring the white man to sit in the row with her, implicitly acknowledging some degree of equality or fellow humanity? Was she calling out his masculinity by seeing if he would insist that four (at least three women) blacks vacate seats for him? I imagine there must have been a gleam in her eye in those first moments after she refused the bus driver's demand that she leave the seat.

One other note: black passengers were prohibited from entering the bus by the front. They had to enter the front door to pay their fare, then step off the bus, then walk along the right side to the doors about 2/3 the way to the rear. In fact, this rear door was the boundary between white and black seating. Black passengers were allowed to take seats ahead of the door if seats were not used by white customers and if the colored section was full.

The incident that happened in 1955 on that bus was more nuanced and deeper than popular memory remembers it (though memory remembers it as a powerful moment, no doubt). We often, though, in our popular memory simplify the tales, I guess so they can be more easily remembered. Heck, this post is taking a long time to flesh this out - no wonder we must simplify. But we are fortunate museums like the one I visited the last two days exist to teach those of us who want to go deeper into the richest moments from our past.

Hmmm

A column from today's New York Times offers an interesting perspective on a TV show I remain somewhat addicted to, Law and Order. It's the second column in that newspaper reflecting on what the end of the series means.

I'm not saying I agree with all of this columnist's conclusions, but it's an interesting read.

Films

I've been thinking a lot about the film The Searchers recently, perhaps because my Mom and Dad lost a dog named after a character in that film. It's on an informal list I'm keeping of films I need to watch for the 12th or 13th time along with The Godfather, Witness, and High Noon.

There are films, however, that I remember finding great but have no wish to see again. They are:

Seven
The Sixth Sense
Sugar
Gran Torino

For different reasons each, these were great films. But for different reasons each, I really cannot pull from them nearly the same experience I got watching them the first time.

Forecasts

I've decided recently that I loathe weather forecasts. It's not about their accuracy or inaccuracy. I don't like how viewing a forecast gets me wishing away precious time. One can pick up the paper or check out a website to see what the day will bring (which I do daily), but I find it nearly impossible to not look ahead at what the next seven days will bring. If it's hot out, you look for a relief in the next week. If it's winter, you're looking for the next storm that might lead to a cancellation of school. If it is pleasant, you find yourself wondering how long the beautify skies will last.

One other problem: there's no history. The forecasters predict, set forth a map for the next week, but yesterday has no importance. It's gone, without a trace. I know one can dig for past weather data, but there's no "This is what you just experienced" or "What it was like one year ago today" conveniently on display.

Am I a Christian ____________ ?

Picked up a copy of The Lutheran recently and Peter Marty wrote the opening column in it. I appreciate it when an author can articulate a principle of faith brilliantly, as Marty does in that column. The last time I remember mulling over a bit of theological writing this much was years ago when I came across the middle page of The Lutheran Handbook.

So, what did Marty say? Marty was introducing the theme of his anticipated monthly column entries about being a "Lutheran Christian" as opposed to being a "Lutheran." He stressed a grammatical point, that adjectives are always trumped by nouns. Adjectives serve to modify or qualify a noun. The noun in a given sentence is more crucial, more powerful, more central to the author's meaning.

I'm eager to see how he elaborates on this in the coming months.

His elaboration further in the article resonated even more than the grammatical exercise. Marty discussed his discomfort with some people attaching "Christian" to un-religious aspects of life. The example he gave: finding a contractor who advertised himself as a "Christian Plumber." Marty's quip - that there is nothing inherently holy or spiritual about unclogging a toilet - stuck with me as I repainted the bathroom this morning.

I mulled over the adjective-noun point Marty made. There is a significance in saying one is a "married man" vs. calling oneself "a husband." It's significant that I call myself a "history teacher" and that there is really no honest way of un-nouning the "teacher" part of that statement; it speaks to how central the students really must be.

So, am I a "Christian husband?" I've never used that phraseology before, nor have I ever called myself a "Christian father." It would seem to me that the moral, philosophical, and emotional bonds implied by the very word husband or father make the assertion of "Christian" redundant. Of course it informs and guides. Further, Christianity certainly doesn't have a monopoly on the rules governing those relations. So even though I am a "Christian Father" or "Christian Husband" it seems awkward and unnecessary to glue the words together.

What about "Christian Teacher?" Given that I teach in a public school setting that sets me in a position of influence with many diverse children, there's an ethical problem to overtly advertising oneself as an adherent to any faith. But I hesitate to use Marty's plumber analogy for teaching. There's nothing necessarily holy or sacred about my job, yet lessons from Christianity have unmistakably guided and informed the way I treat colleagues and students. Further, I do often think of teaching (and many other jobs) as a "calling" and I can't dismiss the spiritual components of what guided me into this field.

It's been my fortune to have always bumped into gifted speakers who can articulate deep matters of faith: former pastors, the right kinds of reading, and now, it would seem, Pastor Marty writing in a column of a magazine I half-heartedly leafed through. It's been my fortune to have heard a consistent message that the secular and the spiritual can exist concurrently, that there is room for toleration of ambiguity, and that one can avoid a path of dogmatism and judgmentalism.

Two Interesting Quotes

Heard and read these recently. Worth passing on.

U.S. Senator Arlen Specter during an interview on 610 WIP quoting an old political acquaintance on the nature of success and criticism: "The higher you climb, the more people who can see your rear end."

And, a European politician, quoted in 2007 speaking about a rather boring issue in European politics: "We all know what to do, but we don't know how to get re-elected once we have done it."

My, how many political problems can fit under the logic of that statement!

Quick Post / Good News

My brother, Matt, married Carrie today. This is a great day. They're very happy together. In a month and a half they move to the Lansdale area. Since 1994 Matt and I have been hours apart from one another. At some points he was even on other continents. I'm still in a bit of disbelief.

On a related note, I think it worth commenting that my parents have now raised three kids, seen all three married, and didn't have a single one break a bone. That's a pretty good track record.

Humility

Ironic development.

I finally ginned up the courage to buy an iPod touch. Love it. Fascinating little device. Right purchase.

However, in attempting to transfer my CD collection to it I discovered that the DVD-ROM drive on my laptop is no longer on speaking terms with the laptop in which it resides. I imagine I'll now have to spend $100 or so to fix this problem and truly make good use of the iPod on which I spent hard-earned savings.

For fancy toys like the iPod I use the not-so-secret-secret-savings-account at a credit union. I set this up years ago as a way to save for cool toys that I couldn't justify using family money for. Every time I've dipped into this fund, however, something else immediately happened requiring me to dip further into the fund. I reference the most recent big purchase: the new tv, within 72 hours of purchasing I racked up a speeding ticket AND lost my wedding ring.

Air Conditioning

I surrendered to the inevitable yesterday, installing an air conditioner in the dining room and installing a just-purchased window rattler for our bedroom. This came after a truly miserable morning, with a forecast predicting triple-digit temperatures by day's end. This came after a morning spent observing the other similar houses in the neighborhood, almost all of which have a window unit in the downstairs plus two or three in their upstairs. This also came after my observation that cold air does not rise at my parents' newly air conditioned home, which had I been paying more attention to science when I was younger.

But this also came after eight years of avoiding making the switch to air conditioning. Some of my reasons are logical: the cost, the potential circuitry issues (we did trip a breaker already), the annoying sound of the unit. Part of my opposition was more substantial: I already miss the sound of our neighborhood. I also don't want to take the air conditioning for granted, raising kids who believe they must have it.

However, the advent of air conditioning has led to something interesting. The kids' bedrooms have been shut down. Yesterday, Sam and Caroline slept in the living room and dining room in the afternoon, which they thought was the coolest thing ever. However, sleeping in mom and dad's bedroom, on the floor, might beat even that.

Even the cat is happy.

Inertia and Momentum

I'm so appreciative to spend my days with a two- and a four-year-old. They change each day. They explore each day. They say something funny each day. Though there are bad days, each day is likely to show growth over the previous.

Meanwhile, the news each days seems to confirm a general sense of inertia in national and world events that contrast sharply with the movement I see in Sam and Caroline. Yesterday's Washington Post carried a column that likened the stagnation of political change in countries around the world to a recession. In other words, countries that had seemed to be traveling an arc toward increasingly democratic and free realities seem stalled, while autocratic countries remain entrenched. Anne Applebaum lamented about the same trend in her Post piece today. Recently I saw that '90s jargon "gridlock" come up in news coverage of Congress's drift toward inaction before November. Both parties have no incentive to take risk between now and then on issues great and small.

Sigh.

I was a news junkie from a young age. My first decade or so of following the news yielded fascinating stories. Current events seemed to follow a plot in the waning years of the Cold War and through the first years after the fall of the Wall. Politicians seemed to promote the pursuit of substantial ideas, though they were ideas less complicated than the world of health care reform, comprehensive immigration reform, and cap-and-trade legislation.

Not just for professional reasons, the news remains critical for me to follow. Now, however, I feel like I'm observing a pool rather than a river.

An ugly confession

At an Independence Day party yesterday, an old friend asked me: "Have you read any good history books recently?" My embarrassed response, "No." That really is pretty pathetic for one who loves history, has a couple of degrees in it, and who teaches it.

So, why is it that I don't read much history? Three reasons:

a) Too many essays from students. I have to evaluate a lot of writing, which means I read a lot of history as retold by my students. More importantly, I'm just reading a lot which does burn me out.

b) The other things I teach require me to keep up with the news, so I spend much more time keeping atop current events. I even have a spiraling loop of reading and re-reading news -

• The Inquirer (my first draft of gathering news)
• Local newspaper websites (the nuts and bolts of what affects me)
• Op-Ed from Washington Post and New York Times (the most helpful sources)
• The Week and The Economist (these help me retrieve what I missed in the previous week)

The third reason is sinister, and you might not wish to read it. It's such a powerful factor, I won't even let my students in on it.

c) One of my final professors in my masters program at Villanova urged us to never spend more than two hours reading any historical monograph. His point: if we're nearing the end of a masters program, we're in a position to more efficiently use our time. Instead of reading cover-to-cover, start a timer. Then, read the introduction and conclusion of the book. Then read the introduction and conclusion of each chapter. Be writing the whole time. Then, with whatever is left of the two hours, just read what seems most germaine to his thesis. Do this, that professor advised, and you know enough of the author's argument to move on in life.

I haven't read a single historical book cover-to-cover since he told us that. His advice was delivered in the fall of 2002.

Sadly, all these factors promote skimming and partial reading. More on that later.

Happy Independence Day

Because of a significant curriculum change, I will be taking a one-year break from teaching U.S. History this year. I'll miss teaching kids about the Revolution this year, however. Our rebellion from Britain is one of the most unique events in history. When one studies revolutions in other cultures, those revolutions were usually class-based with one socioeconomic stratum of society overthrowing another. Or, people rose up against some sort of sinister, monolithic force. Sometimes revolutions are bloodless (as in the fall of the Berlin Wall) and sometimes they're hideous.

Our revolution, which symbolically happened 234 years ago today, does not fit any of the above categories. The Patriots and Tories don't cleanly fit into any particular socioeconomic category; both sides drew from the elite, the poor, and the middling. The rebels weren't fighting against a sinister, evil force but instead against a relatively democratic government that was guilty of mismanaging its empire and misruling over its subjects. The DNA of British government empowered the rebels to overthrow that country's authority. Though not bloodless, the Revolution's casualties were mostly confined to the battlefield, with only the rarest targeting of civilians.

The nation the Founders set up as sovereign this day 234 years ago was a noble experiment in government (an experiment that has required substantial tinkering): a republic in a world of monarchies. But that conversation can wait for another day.

Entering the 21st century, one bite at a time

Finally made the move to an iPod touch, forsaking the satellite radio receiver cum MP3 player. Some of the magic of randomly coming upon great music is lost, but maybe I can be choosy and build a quality music collection.

Populating an iTunes account is a somewhat interesting odyssey. One is forced to go back and revisit old CDs that one hasn't pulled off the shelf in years. I've hardly listened to my collection much at all in the past three years, so I'm familiarizing myself with a library that is both stale and deep.

Rooting for the right things . . .

Last week's cover of The Economist has troubled me for days: "Losing Afghanistan." I've come more and more to become concerned that we definitely not lose that fight, despite growing voices from both left and right (George Will, for instance, is calling for a pullout). I'm all the more troubled now that the GOP head, Michael Steele, seems to be labeling this "Obama's War," implying that the U.S. is either guilty of mismanaging the war or guilty of remaining in a lost cause.

It's our nation's war, Mr. Steele.

I applaud President Obama for putting General Patreus in charge. It must have been somewhat difficult for him to do so. Though disobedient, General McChrystal was Obama's hand-picked choice to oversee that theater after dumping General McKiernan. Going with Patreus implies that the surge in Iraq, something Senator Obama proposed, was the right move to make. I appreciate what the President did there.

I appreciate also it shows some resolve on the part of the President to win an unpopular, protracted conflict.

Gimmicking my way to . . .

Two strategies I've employed recently to discipline myself involved saving money and losing weight. My savings strategy:

• never spend change
• never spend a $5 bill I receive as change
• don't spend money I get reimbursed
  
• deposit above monies in a credit union account
• use that account to make fun purchases

It's worked well. The first two gimmicks I read about in news pieces. The third I made up. So far I've use the money I've saved to . . .

• buy this laptop
• buy an HD TV and Blu-Ray
• buy my beer-making equipment
• replace my lost wedding ring
• pay a speeding ticket

It's disciplining me, but it's creating a paralysis of analysis anytime I contemplate spending money, hence my difficulty replacing my Nexus and hesitation to buy any new computer games through Portal as Ben is suggesting.

As for the other gimmick: I was challenged by my doctor to lose weight lest I get put on blood pressure medication. Here's what I did (and this is proving more difficult to do in the summer):

• no second helpings
• no eating while standing
  
• set utensil down between bites
  
• no beer Sunday sundown through Friday afternoon

It's funny how these weight-loss gimmicks are harder to tackle in the summer while my proclivity against spending and for saving gets easier.

2,300 sq. ft.

Neat column in the New York Times about the growing size of the typical American home. Nowadays the average square footage is 2,300. During the baby boom it was less than 1,000.

In this we might see the boiled frog phenomenon at work. As a society, we've had a creeping shift in expectations for what a house should be. The square footage is an indicator of this, but the shift is also about expectations for privacy, for how to use the outside space, and what electronic amenities we need as well. And, perhaps, we find ourselves in this stalled economic state today because we have hit the law of diminishing marginal returns with housing. There's just not much more we as a society can buy regarding our homes. Pretty soon we'll run out of demand for digital tv services, patio furniture, and central AC.

So, there's a dilemma

A few weeks back I lost a friend. It was a combination satellite radio receiver and MP3 player. A gift from my wife, I at first didn't know what to think of it. I listened at the time to XM in my car and didn't really know what this thing would do in the house.

Oh, how I miss it.

I'd use it to fill the house with music, usually older pop for the kids' sake but often obscure classic rock. At times, I'd use it for classic country, which drove my lovely wife somewhat crazy. Sometimes I'd grade schoolwork to a baseball game I could stream from it.

I only tapped into the best feature in the past year or so. I'd record radio, and then play it back in my classroom. Since I can't stream anything online, and since I can't receive FM cleanly there, it ended up being my antidote to the white noise of the institutional HVAC. Usually I'd just play somewhat anonymous stuff from Deep Tracks and The Loft. On more inspirational days, I'd tie in the music with what I was teaching, i.e. 50s pop when covering the Eisenhower administration in class.

With that player I discovered a lot of music I'd never have otherwise stumbled upon.

Players like this are hard to find. The music and radio industry seems to have settled upon the iPod as the Alpha and Omega of all things audio. The sales people at Best Buy really want to steer you there, and from their point of view I can't blame them.

I'm trying the Pandora thing. It's not doing it for me.

I hesitate to submit to the predictability of the iPod for listening to my music. It seems one then submits to a fragmentary and unimaginative loop of music selection and purchase. I will forfeit the pleasure of recording something, then finding gems when I play it back. I'll forfeit the ease with which I could in one day transform the mood in my room. And I'll miss the spontaneity of recording a song with one touch that my kids perk their heads up to.

By the way, here are the best gems from my 2 1/2 years of recording:

• "Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys," by Ed James (Not Waylon Jennings, and I can't find this recording on iTunes)
• Harry Kalas calling the top of the 9th from the 2008 World Series, Game 5
• "I'm not Lisa" by Jessie Colter
• "Seven Nations Army" by White Stripes (I know it was popular 7 years ago . . . I just missed it)
• "Gimme Shelter" by Rolling Stones (easy to find on iTunes, I know, but much more fun to discover from something you absent-mindedly recorded)

Does this blog have a pulse . . .

Judging from the date of my last post - seven months ago! - I guess the answer is "no." Time to reboot this thing.

My political commentary got better the more I wrote, so I should continue that, somewhat. Events of the past year or so in politics, however, has been humbling and I can't profess to have solutions much more brilliant than those that our current leaders inadequately offer.

But I think it's time to blog more about what I observe as a teacher and as a dad. I just finished reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid and doing so reminded me of how I really have my foot in several different worlds: childhood, adolescence, maturity, proto-maturity. There's still a kid alive in me, but there's also a great deal of adult. Next year I'll have been teaching as long as my students (all seniors) have been in school.

Oh, and update photographs. Must update photographs.