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Sunday, February 24, 2019
Four Feet, Two Sandals
Four Feet, Two Sandals
Picture book,
Our kids have shoes for school, for play, for parties, for
hobbies such as ballet or baseball... They and we take shoe ownership
pretty much for granted. So Karen Lynn Williams and Khadra Mohammed's
Four Feet, Two Sandals can provide an intriguing look into the world
of the refugee camp.
Lina has not had shoes for two years. When relief workers
distribute used clothes she finds a yellow sandal with a blue flower
that fits her perfectly.
The next day, as Lina is scrubbing clothes in a stream, the girl
with the matching sandal, Feroza, places it at her feet and starts to
walk away. Her grandmother has told her wearing one sandal is stupid.
Lina has a better idea. You'll have to read the book to see
what it is.
On a purrrsonal (Joey cat is lying across my shoulders singing
contentedly) tomorrow is one of my favorite days of the whole year.
February 25, 1993 I was awake for the C section delivery of my second
daughter, Katie. It was amazing to see the little being who had been
growing inside me. Needless to say, it was love at first sight. Now
twenty-six years later Katie is all anyone could hope for in a
daughter: smart, hard working, ethical, kind, funny...even a book
lover like her admittedly geeky mom.
I posted this one day early because I have the luxury of being home,
in my cozy studio as cold winds whip around the house. Tomorrow I
need to spend much of the day in UMaine's Fogler Library working on an
annotated bibliography for class and then work the supper shift at
Wells.
A great big shout out goes out to Katie with best wishes for a
rewarding and exciting year with at least a few magic moments.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture book,
Our kids have shoes for school, for play, for parties, for
hobbies such as ballet or baseball... They and we take shoe ownership
pretty much for granted. So Karen Lynn Williams and Khadra Mohammed's
Four Feet, Two Sandals can provide an intriguing look into the world
of the refugee camp.
Lina has not had shoes for two years. When relief workers
distribute used clothes she finds a yellow sandal with a blue flower
that fits her perfectly.
The next day, as Lina is scrubbing clothes in a stream, the girl
with the matching sandal, Feroza, places it at her feet and starts to
walk away. Her grandmother has told her wearing one sandal is stupid.
Lina has a better idea. You'll have to read the book to see
what it is.
On a purrrsonal (Joey cat is lying across my shoulders singing
contentedly) tomorrow is one of my favorite days of the whole year.
February 25, 1993 I was awake for the C section delivery of my second
daughter, Katie. It was amazing to see the little being who had been
growing inside me. Needless to say, it was love at first sight. Now
twenty-six years later Katie is all anyone could hope for in a
daughter: smart, hard working, ethical, kind, funny...even a book
lover like her admittedly geeky mom.
I posted this one day early because I have the luxury of being home,
in my cozy studio as cold winds whip around the house. Tomorrow I
need to spend much of the day in UMaine's Fogler Library working on an
annotated bibliography for class and then work the supper shift at
Wells.
A great big shout out goes out to Katie with best wishes for a
rewarding and exciting year with at least a few magic moments.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
The Bad Food Bible
The Bad Food Bible
Adult nonfiction
"We live in hard times for people who simply want to eat--
normally, that is, in a way that would be recognizable to our
ancestors, aiming for no more than a tasty meal, eaten to
satisfaction, with a feeling of pleasure. Now, instead, we sit down
to dinner in trepidation, our heads swirling with a chorus of wasps
whispering, Eat only good foods, avoid the bad..."
If you've been on this planet any length of time you've
experienced a series of scary food revelations proclaimed by experts
and reported faithfully by the press. Just about anything you enjoy
(including the coffee I'm drinking as I write this) has been shown to
cause heart disease, diabetes, some other dire illness, or, that
ultimate of penalties, premature death. There are good foods and bad
foods. Only you never know when a formerly benign substance will be
revealed to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.
In The Bad Food Bible: How And Why To Eat Sinfully (I can't
imagine anyone passing up a book with that title!) Dr. Aaron Carroll
urges readers to take food panics with a grain of salt (another of
those demonized substances, BTW). He shows us that much of the
research upon which food alarms are based is rife with faulty
methodology or interpretation.
Want an example? In 2008 the journal Obesity published a study
on the relationship between weight and diet beverage consumption.
Over 3,600 people were followed over seven to eight years. The more
diet drinks the subjects consumed, the heavier they were. A more
recent study following over 1,450 people over about ten years reached
similar conclusions. The media was quick to pounce on the irony of it
all.
Pretty damning, right? Not really. As any University of Maine
statistics student who has been paying attention in class can tell
you, correlation is not the same as causation. Two things happening
at the same time does not mean one causes the other. In fact reverse
causality (getting the order mixed up) could be in play). What if
heavier, more weight conscious or other people's biases conscious
people are more likely to reach for a diet beverage when feeling
thirsty?
There are a lot more flaws in studies which Carroll translates
into layperson language.
Each chapter concerns a highly controversial substance. Being
what Carroll would call a moderate drinker, I was very interested in
the chapter on alcohol. Much research has shown moderate drinking to
protect against perils like heart disease and cognitive decline.
Recently increased risk of breast cancer has been tossed into the mix
with some researchers declaring abstinence to be the only safe
policy. After scrutinizing a wide range of studies, Carroll comes to
the conclusion that:
"But if you're a healthy person who drinks alcohol responsibly,
you can feel confident that you're not doing yourself any harm. In
fact, you may actually see some benefits from your light or moderate
alcohol consumption."
I'll drink to that!
Seriously, the media in America presumes that viewers and
readers have the attention span of hamsters on speed. They operate
under the assumption that dramatic and alarming sells. They (and
unfortunately many researchers) are searching for the one magic bullet
that will solve quite complex problems. If you want a more nuanced
look at the risks and benefits of foods and beverages, The Bad Foods
Bible is a really good read.
On a personal note, I went a little wild when I started working dining
services in a place where I could have hot, crispy fries, root beer
floats, pizza, cookies, doughnuts...when I worked without having to
cook them. Recently I declared the honeymoon over and am working on
more balanced nutrition at work. It doesn't mean, however, that I
won't pick less nutritious foods, such as my favorite jam filled
cookies, for sometimes treats.
A great big shout out goes to out dining services chefs and CAs who
prepare the foods that make meals memorable.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Adult nonfiction
"We live in hard times for people who simply want to eat--
normally, that is, in a way that would be recognizable to our
ancestors, aiming for no more than a tasty meal, eaten to
satisfaction, with a feeling of pleasure. Now, instead, we sit down
to dinner in trepidation, our heads swirling with a chorus of wasps
whispering, Eat only good foods, avoid the bad..."
If you've been on this planet any length of time you've
experienced a series of scary food revelations proclaimed by experts
and reported faithfully by the press. Just about anything you enjoy
(including the coffee I'm drinking as I write this) has been shown to
cause heart disease, diabetes, some other dire illness, or, that
ultimate of penalties, premature death. There are good foods and bad
foods. Only you never know when a formerly benign substance will be
revealed to be a wolf in sheep's clothing.
In The Bad Food Bible: How And Why To Eat Sinfully (I can't
imagine anyone passing up a book with that title!) Dr. Aaron Carroll
urges readers to take food panics with a grain of salt (another of
those demonized substances, BTW). He shows us that much of the
research upon which food alarms are based is rife with faulty
methodology or interpretation.
Want an example? In 2008 the journal Obesity published a study
on the relationship between weight and diet beverage consumption.
Over 3,600 people were followed over seven to eight years. The more
diet drinks the subjects consumed, the heavier they were. A more
recent study following over 1,450 people over about ten years reached
similar conclusions. The media was quick to pounce on the irony of it
all.
Pretty damning, right? Not really. As any University of Maine
statistics student who has been paying attention in class can tell
you, correlation is not the same as causation. Two things happening
at the same time does not mean one causes the other. In fact reverse
causality (getting the order mixed up) could be in play). What if
heavier, more weight conscious or other people's biases conscious
people are more likely to reach for a diet beverage when feeling
thirsty?
There are a lot more flaws in studies which Carroll translates
into layperson language.
Each chapter concerns a highly controversial substance. Being
what Carroll would call a moderate drinker, I was very interested in
the chapter on alcohol. Much research has shown moderate drinking to
protect against perils like heart disease and cognitive decline.
Recently increased risk of breast cancer has been tossed into the mix
with some researchers declaring abstinence to be the only safe
policy. After scrutinizing a wide range of studies, Carroll comes to
the conclusion that:
"But if you're a healthy person who drinks alcohol responsibly,
you can feel confident that you're not doing yourself any harm. In
fact, you may actually see some benefits from your light or moderate
alcohol consumption."
I'll drink to that!
Seriously, the media in America presumes that viewers and
readers have the attention span of hamsters on speed. They operate
under the assumption that dramatic and alarming sells. They (and
unfortunately many researchers) are searching for the one magic bullet
that will solve quite complex problems. If you want a more nuanced
look at the risks and benefits of foods and beverages, The Bad Foods
Bible is a really good read.
On a personal note, I went a little wild when I started working dining
services in a place where I could have hot, crispy fries, root beer
floats, pizza, cookies, doughnuts...when I worked without having to
cook them. Recently I declared the honeymoon over and am working on
more balanced nutrition at work. It doesn't mean, however, that I
won't pick less nutritious foods, such as my favorite jam filled
cookies, for sometimes treats.
A great big shout out goes to out dining services chefs and CAs who
prepare the foods that make meals memorable.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
March Forward, Girl
March Forward, Girl
Juvenile/YA herstory
"After what felt to me like an eternity, we heard the Klansmen
rejoicing; they had completed their task and were saying to each
other, 'He won't ever look anyone in the eye and whisper under his
breath again. This uppity nigger has gone wherever they go when they
die.'"
Melba Patillo Beals, who would go on to be one of the Little
Rock Nine, the courageous teens who integrated Central High School in
1957, was only five when the incident described above took place. She
and her grandmother were in church. Suddenly the doors slammed. Six
men in KKK sheets and masks lynched a black man in full view of the
terrified congregation. Although her grandmother covered her eyes,
she could hear everything. Remembering the victim, Mr. Harvey, as a
nice man whose son she had played with, she desperately prayed for
someone to do something. After the left the church, passing the
strung up corpse, the nightmare continued.
"That night and many nights afterward for a long time, I could
see Mr. Harvey's feet hanging down and the rope stretched over the
rafter, and I imagined his face in my mind. I didn't talk to anyone
about this because Grandma told me that if I said anything to anyone
about seeing Officer Nichols with the Klan, they would come get us and
hang us too. I thought I would never forget that scene as it replayed
in my head."
In her memoir, March Forward, Girl, Beals describes the world in
which she grew up. It was a world in which the KKK could lynch a man
in church and get away with it. The city officials and police
officers mandated to prevent violence were often members. It was a
world in which violent whites could do anything they damn well pleased
and get away with it. (When she was eleven she was kidnapped and
nearly raped at a KKK event.) It was a world in which even the most
dignified blacks had to kowtow to even the most vulgar whites, a world
in which separate but unequal was the law of the land, a world in
which a little black girl couldn't touch pretty things in stores while
white kids could touch everything to their hearts' content...
March Forward, Girl is very well written. I do, however,
question the juvenile designation. The lynching and near rape scenes
have me seeing it as more fitting for the upper part of the YA age
group. Read it very carefully first if you're planning to give it to
anyone younger.
Actually Go Forward, Girl is an excellent read for adults.
Being ignorant of history can doom us to repeat it. Sadly there are a
lot of people (including ones in high places) who believe that a
return to segregation will make America "great" again.
On a personal note, we're at the point in winter where, at least here
in Penobscot County, Maine, people are growing weary of cold weather,
shoveling, and ice under foot and under wheel. If you believe in
forcasting by rodent you'll be expecting an early spring since old
Puxatawny Phil didn't see his shadow on the designated date. If you're
realizing the lack of peer reviewed research behind that method you
aren't putting the shovel away. Let's face it. The weather is beyond
our control. We could get slammed with a blizzard in April. However,
if you want to add an anticipatory touch of spring to your interior
decor you'll be delighted to know that my daughter, Amber, has started
posting spring crafts on her blog:
Http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com.
A great big shout out goes out to my crafty daughter, Amber.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile/YA herstory
"After what felt to me like an eternity, we heard the Klansmen
rejoicing; they had completed their task and were saying to each
other, 'He won't ever look anyone in the eye and whisper under his
breath again. This uppity nigger has gone wherever they go when they
die.'"
Melba Patillo Beals, who would go on to be one of the Little
Rock Nine, the courageous teens who integrated Central High School in
1957, was only five when the incident described above took place. She
and her grandmother were in church. Suddenly the doors slammed. Six
men in KKK sheets and masks lynched a black man in full view of the
terrified congregation. Although her grandmother covered her eyes,
she could hear everything. Remembering the victim, Mr. Harvey, as a
nice man whose son she had played with, she desperately prayed for
someone to do something. After the left the church, passing the
strung up corpse, the nightmare continued.
"That night and many nights afterward for a long time, I could
see Mr. Harvey's feet hanging down and the rope stretched over the
rafter, and I imagined his face in my mind. I didn't talk to anyone
about this because Grandma told me that if I said anything to anyone
about seeing Officer Nichols with the Klan, they would come get us and
hang us too. I thought I would never forget that scene as it replayed
in my head."
In her memoir, March Forward, Girl, Beals describes the world in
which she grew up. It was a world in which the KKK could lynch a man
in church and get away with it. The city officials and police
officers mandated to prevent violence were often members. It was a
world in which violent whites could do anything they damn well pleased
and get away with it. (When she was eleven she was kidnapped and
nearly raped at a KKK event.) It was a world in which even the most
dignified blacks had to kowtow to even the most vulgar whites, a world
in which separate but unequal was the law of the land, a world in
which a little black girl couldn't touch pretty things in stores while
white kids could touch everything to their hearts' content...
March Forward, Girl is very well written. I do, however,
question the juvenile designation. The lynching and near rape scenes
have me seeing it as more fitting for the upper part of the YA age
group. Read it very carefully first if you're planning to give it to
anyone younger.
Actually Go Forward, Girl is an excellent read for adults.
Being ignorant of history can doom us to repeat it. Sadly there are a
lot of people (including ones in high places) who believe that a
return to segregation will make America "great" again.
On a personal note, we're at the point in winter where, at least here
in Penobscot County, Maine, people are growing weary of cold weather,
shoveling, and ice under foot and under wheel. If you believe in
forcasting by rodent you'll be expecting an early spring since old
Puxatawny Phil didn't see his shadow on the designated date. If you're
realizing the lack of peer reviewed research behind that method you
aren't putting the shovel away. Let's face it. The weather is beyond
our control. We could get slammed with a blizzard in April. However,
if you want to add an anticipatory touch of spring to your interior
decor you'll be delighted to know that my daughter, Amber, has started
posting spring crafts on her blog:
Http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com.
A great big shout out goes out to my crafty daughter, Amber.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Friday, February 22, 2019
What The Hell Do You Have To Lose?
What The Hell Do You Have To Lose?
"His [Trump's] colorful speeches to racous white crowds conjured
scary pictures of black neighborhoods full of gunfire and desperation
that threatened white people, risked infecting white neighborhoods,
and required support for police, even bad police, who had to cope with
those out-of-control black folks. 'I mean, honestly, places like
Afghanistan are safer than some of our inner cities,' he said."
During his election campaign and the first years of his
presidency Donald Trump has been playing to the folks who want America
to be a whites only club. Hate groups have been multiplying. The
Internet is full of racist rants. Addressing prospective black voters
as to why they should vote for him, he had this to say: What the Hell
do you have to lose? In a book by that exact title Juan Williams
answers that question: a Hell of a lot!
Williams breaks his narrative into six strands: voting rights,
education, public accomodations, black voices, employment, and
housing. In each he describes a history of painstaking and heroic
struggles to gain basic rights for minorities and very real progress
that suddenly is in jeopardy thanks to you know who in the White House.
What Do You Have To Lose? is a much needed wake up call for our
nation: a must read for blacks and allies.
On a personal note, this past week has been rich and rewarding for
me. Assessment continues to fascinate me. I am so proud of the
survey I created for homework. Someday I plan to actually use it in
researching student worker retention in dining services. Work is
going great. The low point of my week was losing my watch during my
morning commute. The high points were the social at the multicultural
lounge where we feasted on Chinese food and discussed what being a
good ally means and seeing my survey all printed out. I am some proud
of it.
I'm having times I feel really confident in my abilities. Like yes I
belong in my program. Yes I will get that degree. My classmates give
me a lot of encouragement.
And Jodi is still in my life even though she doesn't have to be.
I think the Red Cross would have to reject my blood because it feels
like champagne running through my veins.
A great big shout out goes out to my classmates, Jodi, and my partner
and his blizzard battling coworkers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
"His [Trump's] colorful speeches to racous white crowds conjured
scary pictures of black neighborhoods full of gunfire and desperation
that threatened white people, risked infecting white neighborhoods,
and required support for police, even bad police, who had to cope with
those out-of-control black folks. 'I mean, honestly, places like
Afghanistan are safer than some of our inner cities,' he said."
During his election campaign and the first years of his
presidency Donald Trump has been playing to the folks who want America
to be a whites only club. Hate groups have been multiplying. The
Internet is full of racist rants. Addressing prospective black voters
as to why they should vote for him, he had this to say: What the Hell
do you have to lose? In a book by that exact title Juan Williams
answers that question: a Hell of a lot!
Williams breaks his narrative into six strands: voting rights,
education, public accomodations, black voices, employment, and
housing. In each he describes a history of painstaking and heroic
struggles to gain basic rights for minorities and very real progress
that suddenly is in jeopardy thanks to you know who in the White House.
What Do You Have To Lose? is a much needed wake up call for our
nation: a must read for blacks and allies.
On a personal note, this past week has been rich and rewarding for
me. Assessment continues to fascinate me. I am so proud of the
survey I created for homework. Someday I plan to actually use it in
researching student worker retention in dining services. Work is
going great. The low point of my week was losing my watch during my
morning commute. The high points were the social at the multicultural
lounge where we feasted on Chinese food and discussed what being a
good ally means and seeing my survey all printed out. I am some proud
of it.
I'm having times I feel really confident in my abilities. Like yes I
belong in my program. Yes I will get that degree. My classmates give
me a lot of encouragement.
And Jodi is still in my life even though she doesn't have to be.
I think the Red Cross would have to reject my blood because it feels
like champagne running through my veins.
A great big shout out goes out to my classmates, Jodi, and my partner
and his blizzard battling coworkers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Sunday, February 17, 2019
A Few Red Drops
A Few Red Drops
YA nonfiction
"The rage didn't appear out of nowhere that day on the beach.
It had been a long time coming, born in the city's beginnings, written
in the countless daily interactions of ordinary citizens and city
leaders. Black migrants from the South clashed with white immigrants
from Europe; laborers and union leaders struggled to hold their own
against mighty industrialists; police and gang members strove to
control the streets; Democratic aldermen and a Republican mayor faced
off over patronage and power. This is the story of their conflicting,
built over time, layer upon layer, ultimately exploding in bloodshed
on the city's streets. It is also America's story."
Clare Hartfield brings readers another chapter in history we
probably didn't get taught in school with her A Few Red Drops: The
Chicago Race Riot of 1919. On a hot, muggy day (July 27) four black
Chicago teens floating on a raft in Lake Michigan drifted to a stretch
of beach considered whites only. A white man started throwing rocks
at them. One boy, Eugene Williams, was struck and killed. A police
officer ignored demands to arrest the culprit. Nights of violence
ended with 38 deaths and 537 people being wounded.
But the troubles didn't arise out of nowhere. Hartfield takes
readers back to the middle of the 19th century and, in a richly
illustrated narrative, tracks the trends that led to the tragedy. Her
fine book is a must read for all of us who want to catch up on all the
history not included in out whitewashed high school textbooks.
On a personal note, I probably could have gone to church, but I was so
tired of battling the elements to get around I wanted one day I didn't
have to set foot out of my home. Well I did as much homework as I
could without a trip to Fogler (UMaine) Library and then...
...realized I'm really scared. I knew Jodi's last day was
Friday and we're getting a new manager. But I was too rushing around
busy to ponder on it until the realization hit me like a stack of
bricks. This week he will be there.
On an intellectual level I can see that the transition will
probably be nothing but benign.
But my feelings do a good job of ignoring all that. With Jodi
we could go to work and know what to expect. A manager has so much
influence in stuff like whether a work place feels safe, whether it's
empowering and inspiring or hierarchical and stiffling, whether people
pull together as a team or have to fight for small favors. Some of
the non student workers and supervisors have told me manager horror
stories. I have no clue what working in Wells will be like going
forward. That's scary. And with the presidents day holiday my
imagination has about 23 more hours to torture me.
Have you ever gone through a transition like that?
A great big shout out goes out to my fellow workers with whom I will
go through the transition. I hope for all of our sakes my worries
will be much ado over nothing.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA nonfiction
"The rage didn't appear out of nowhere that day on the beach.
It had been a long time coming, born in the city's beginnings, written
in the countless daily interactions of ordinary citizens and city
leaders. Black migrants from the South clashed with white immigrants
from Europe; laborers and union leaders struggled to hold their own
against mighty industrialists; police and gang members strove to
control the streets; Democratic aldermen and a Republican mayor faced
off over patronage and power. This is the story of their conflicting,
built over time, layer upon layer, ultimately exploding in bloodshed
on the city's streets. It is also America's story."
Clare Hartfield brings readers another chapter in history we
probably didn't get taught in school with her A Few Red Drops: The
Chicago Race Riot of 1919. On a hot, muggy day (July 27) four black
Chicago teens floating on a raft in Lake Michigan drifted to a stretch
of beach considered whites only. A white man started throwing rocks
at them. One boy, Eugene Williams, was struck and killed. A police
officer ignored demands to arrest the culprit. Nights of violence
ended with 38 deaths and 537 people being wounded.
But the troubles didn't arise out of nowhere. Hartfield takes
readers back to the middle of the 19th century and, in a richly
illustrated narrative, tracks the trends that led to the tragedy. Her
fine book is a must read for all of us who want to catch up on all the
history not included in out whitewashed high school textbooks.
On a personal note, I probably could have gone to church, but I was so
tired of battling the elements to get around I wanted one day I didn't
have to set foot out of my home. Well I did as much homework as I
could without a trip to Fogler (UMaine) Library and then...
...realized I'm really scared. I knew Jodi's last day was
Friday and we're getting a new manager. But I was too rushing around
busy to ponder on it until the realization hit me like a stack of
bricks. This week he will be there.
On an intellectual level I can see that the transition will
probably be nothing but benign.
But my feelings do a good job of ignoring all that. With Jodi
we could go to work and know what to expect. A manager has so much
influence in stuff like whether a work place feels safe, whether it's
empowering and inspiring or hierarchical and stiffling, whether people
pull together as a team or have to fight for small favors. Some of
the non student workers and supervisors have told me manager horror
stories. I have no clue what working in Wells will be like going
forward. That's scary. And with the presidents day holiday my
imagination has about 23 more hours to torture me.
Have you ever gone through a transition like that?
A great big shout out goes out to my fellow workers with whom I will
go through the transition. I hope for all of our sakes my worries
will be much ado over nothing.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Long Way Down
Long Way Down
YA fiction in verse
"AFTER THE SHOTS
me and Tony
waited like we always do
for the rumble to stop
before picking our heads up
and poking our heads out
to count the bodies.
This time there was only one."
If the above excerpt from Jason Reynolds' Long Way Down doesn't
chill you I don't know what will. It succinctly portrays a place
where unexpected violent deaths are so common even kids know the
drill. This is also a place where, when the victim is one of your
own, there are three rules: you don't cry; you don't snitch, and you
kill the person who killed your loved one.
Narrator Will has just lost his older brother, Shawn. He didn't
see the shooter, but he's sure he knows his identity. Shawn's gun in
his jeans waistband, he steps into an elevator, setting off to
accomplish his grim mandate.
At each floor a new passenger gets on. But this crew does not
hail from the land of the living. His uncle and father, a childhood
friend...all victims of violence and vengeance.
What's going on?
Ya gotta read the book to find out.
On a personal note, the day after Valentines Day was amazing too. It
was very social at UMaine. I went to a pancake breakfast in the
morning and a multicultural social with spririted conversation and
scrumptious Chinese food for lunch. Since I wasn't working I didn't
have to wear jeans. I wore my new cat shirt, a black skirt with pink
polka dots, a pink long sweater, leggings, and cat earrings. Everyone
was telling me how pretty I was and what a cool outfit I'd put
together. Some had never seen me in anything but my uniform. But
what really made my day, my week, my month was that my manager whom I
totally look up to gave me the sweetest teddy bear. I felt like
champagne (not blood) ran through my veins. J.J. (the bear) has a
place of honor in my studio.
A great big shout out goes out to Jodi.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA fiction in verse
"AFTER THE SHOTS
me and Tony
waited like we always do
for the rumble to stop
before picking our heads up
and poking our heads out
to count the bodies.
This time there was only one."
If the above excerpt from Jason Reynolds' Long Way Down doesn't
chill you I don't know what will. It succinctly portrays a place
where unexpected violent deaths are so common even kids know the
drill. This is also a place where, when the victim is one of your
own, there are three rules: you don't cry; you don't snitch, and you
kill the person who killed your loved one.
Narrator Will has just lost his older brother, Shawn. He didn't
see the shooter, but he's sure he knows his identity. Shawn's gun in
his jeans waistband, he steps into an elevator, setting off to
accomplish his grim mandate.
At each floor a new passenger gets on. But this crew does not
hail from the land of the living. His uncle and father, a childhood
friend...all victims of violence and vengeance.
What's going on?
Ya gotta read the book to find out.
On a personal note, the day after Valentines Day was amazing too. It
was very social at UMaine. I went to a pancake breakfast in the
morning and a multicultural social with spririted conversation and
scrumptious Chinese food for lunch. Since I wasn't working I didn't
have to wear jeans. I wore my new cat shirt, a black skirt with pink
polka dots, a pink long sweater, leggings, and cat earrings. Everyone
was telling me how pretty I was and what a cool outfit I'd put
together. Some had never seen me in anything but my uniform. But
what really made my day, my week, my month was that my manager whom I
totally look up to gave me the sweetest teddy bear. I felt like
champagne (not blood) ran through my veins. J.J. (the bear) has a
place of honor in my studio.
A great big shout out goes out to Jodi.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Comics for Choice
Comics for Choice
YA/adult graphic novel
"Comics for Choice was sparked by my outrage at the clinic
closures and suffocating restrictions on abortion rights in states
like Texas. It is not enough for abortion to remain technically
legal: it is a moral imperative for abortion care to be accessible to
all who need and want it. The right to abortion is the right to bodily
autonomy and to determine one's own life path.
Our aim with Comics for Choice was to create a book that would
educate readers about many facets of the history of abortion in
America, the incredible diversity of reasons people choose it, and
what we can do to protect this crucial right. We wanted to make a
book that would help our many readers who've had abortions feel
understood and supported."
Editors Hazel Newlevant, Whit Taylor, O. K. Fox, and the many
talented people who helped them flesh out their vision achieved their
objectives and then some. Comic artists teamed up with reproductive
justice experts to create dozens of succinct pieces that are highly
authentic and original while united around an important larger issue.
For instance:
*Do It Yourself Abortion Horror Stories provides a much needed
reminder that in the days before abortion was legal often an unwanted
pregnancy would result in two deaths: fetus and mother.
*My Voice, My Choice tells the story of a woman who gets pregnant
while struggling to raise three beloved daughters on a part time job
and realizes she can't afford another child at that time.
*Born and Forgotten exposes the restrictive rules such as options
counseling (including misinformation) and manditory waiting periods
that can make obtaining an abortion unnecessarily difficult and
painful (sometimes impossible) for a woman. I really appreciate the
line "Dang. I wish people worked this hard to protect living
children" because many of the most vocal antiabortion people are also
against funding programs that would help already born children get
food, shelter, and decent educations.
Whether you choose the narratives that most appeal to you or
devour the whole book as I did (warning: I was so engrossed I nearly
missed my bus stop) Comics for Choice is a very powerful read that
belongs in all public and college and university libraries. Words and
images are processed by different parts of the brain. The combination
of both is far more powerful than either alone. And the pictures are
worth gazillions of words in their ability to create real empathy.
I wish this book had been around when I had my abortion. It
would have saved me a lot of grief and guilt.
On a personal note, Valentines Day was amazing. It started off when I
woke up and discovered a lovely vase of flowers in the kitchen. At
UMaine there was a free pancake breakfast. Two plate size blueberry
pancakes topped with real maple syrup and whipped cream! School and
work went well. Eugene took me to Ruby Tuesdays for supper. On the
way back home we stopped at Goodwill and he got me a cat shirt and a
darling teddy bear. At home he gave me a card and put romantic music
on instead of his scary tv shows. That was a Valentines Day to
remember!
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA/adult graphic novel
"Comics for Choice was sparked by my outrage at the clinic
closures and suffocating restrictions on abortion rights in states
like Texas. It is not enough for abortion to remain technically
legal: it is a moral imperative for abortion care to be accessible to
all who need and want it. The right to abortion is the right to bodily
autonomy and to determine one's own life path.
Our aim with Comics for Choice was to create a book that would
educate readers about many facets of the history of abortion in
America, the incredible diversity of reasons people choose it, and
what we can do to protect this crucial right. We wanted to make a
book that would help our many readers who've had abortions feel
understood and supported."
Editors Hazel Newlevant, Whit Taylor, O. K. Fox, and the many
talented people who helped them flesh out their vision achieved their
objectives and then some. Comic artists teamed up with reproductive
justice experts to create dozens of succinct pieces that are highly
authentic and original while united around an important larger issue.
For instance:
*Do It Yourself Abortion Horror Stories provides a much needed
reminder that in the days before abortion was legal often an unwanted
pregnancy would result in two deaths: fetus and mother.
*My Voice, My Choice tells the story of a woman who gets pregnant
while struggling to raise three beloved daughters on a part time job
and realizes she can't afford another child at that time.
*Born and Forgotten exposes the restrictive rules such as options
counseling (including misinformation) and manditory waiting periods
that can make obtaining an abortion unnecessarily difficult and
painful (sometimes impossible) for a woman. I really appreciate the
line "Dang. I wish people worked this hard to protect living
children" because many of the most vocal antiabortion people are also
against funding programs that would help already born children get
food, shelter, and decent educations.
Whether you choose the narratives that most appeal to you or
devour the whole book as I did (warning: I was so engrossed I nearly
missed my bus stop) Comics for Choice is a very powerful read that
belongs in all public and college and university libraries. Words and
images are processed by different parts of the brain. The combination
of both is far more powerful than either alone. And the pictures are
worth gazillions of words in their ability to create real empathy.
I wish this book had been around when I had my abortion. It
would have saved me a lot of grief and guilt.
On a personal note, Valentines Day was amazing. It started off when I
woke up and discovered a lovely vase of flowers in the kitchen. At
UMaine there was a free pancake breakfast. Two plate size blueberry
pancakes topped with real maple syrup and whipped cream! School and
work went well. Eugene took me to Ruby Tuesdays for supper. On the
way back home we stopped at Goodwill and he got me a cat shirt and a
darling teddy bear. At home he gave me a card and put romantic music
on instead of his scary tv shows. That was a Valentines Day to
remember!
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
A Land Of Permanent Goodbyes
A Land Of Permanent Goodbyes
YA/adult fiction
"Tareq went to lay his sister down next to his mother when he
spotted the red car still clutched in her hand, Salim's toy that was
passed down from Tareq. A Matchbox sedan that would live in Tareq's
dreams and memories forever, connecting him to his days here and a
life that no longer existed."
Have you ever started a book, only to find out it's nearly too
heartbreaking to keep reading? That was my experience with Atia
Abawi's A Land Of Permanent Goodbyes. Of course I didn't have the
luxury of putting it down. I had to review it. All I can do for
people in war torn lands is keep my readers aware of their plight.
It's really on the edge of YA/adult. Read it yourself before
recommending it to any of the middle or high school crowd.
In a split second Tariq's life has been shattered. A bomb has
blown his home apart. His mother and grandmother, a little sister,
and twin baby brothers are known to be dead. The brother closest to
him in age, Salim, has disappeared. No one can say whether he escaped
or was pulverized beyond recognition.
Fayed, Tareq's father, decides to get his two surviving
children, Tareq and little Susan, out of Syria. The first stop on
their journey is the house of Fayed's older brother who has promised
to lend money for the trip. En route they behold human heads on metal
spikes. The next day Tareq and his cousin, Musa, are forced to
witness a public exacution.
Musa is sent with Tareq and his family. In Turkey the two boys
go ahead to Istanbul, leaving Fayed and Susan in a village near the
coast. Somehow, in a land where they cannot get work permits, they
must cobble enough money together from under the table odd jobs to get
their family to safety in Europe.
Please read the book if you can and help me to spread its
message. Syrian lives matter immensely. The United States needs to
do do much more on their behalf.
In homage to the sadness of this book there will be no personal note.
A great big shout out goes out to all who do their best to help
innocent war victims.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA/adult fiction
"Tareq went to lay his sister down next to his mother when he
spotted the red car still clutched in her hand, Salim's toy that was
passed down from Tareq. A Matchbox sedan that would live in Tareq's
dreams and memories forever, connecting him to his days here and a
life that no longer existed."
Have you ever started a book, only to find out it's nearly too
heartbreaking to keep reading? That was my experience with Atia
Abawi's A Land Of Permanent Goodbyes. Of course I didn't have the
luxury of putting it down. I had to review it. All I can do for
people in war torn lands is keep my readers aware of their plight.
It's really on the edge of YA/adult. Read it yourself before
recommending it to any of the middle or high school crowd.
In a split second Tariq's life has been shattered. A bomb has
blown his home apart. His mother and grandmother, a little sister,
and twin baby brothers are known to be dead. The brother closest to
him in age, Salim, has disappeared. No one can say whether he escaped
or was pulverized beyond recognition.
Fayed, Tareq's father, decides to get his two surviving
children, Tareq and little Susan, out of Syria. The first stop on
their journey is the house of Fayed's older brother who has promised
to lend money for the trip. En route they behold human heads on metal
spikes. The next day Tareq and his cousin, Musa, are forced to
witness a public exacution.
Musa is sent with Tareq and his family. In Turkey the two boys
go ahead to Istanbul, leaving Fayed and Susan in a village near the
coast. Somehow, in a land where they cannot get work permits, they
must cobble enough money together from under the table odd jobs to get
their family to safety in Europe.
Please read the book if you can and help me to spread its
message. Syrian lives matter immensely. The United States needs to
do do much more on their behalf.
In homage to the sadness of this book there will be no personal note.
A great big shout out goes out to all who do their best to help
innocent war victims.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
White Kids
White Kids
Adult nonfiction
"Often researchers focus on the experiences and conditions of
marginalized groups in order to understand inequality...this book is
instead an ethnographic study of an aspect of inequality from the
vantage point of the privileged, of families and children at the top
of race and class hierarchies. This book focuses intently on
questions related to how comprehensive racial learning operates for
white children growing up in affluent families. But this discussion
is rooted in a broader sociological question: how do ideologies get
reproduced by children who benefit the most from the maintenance of
these ideologies, and how do ideological positions themselves shape
choices involved it raising a child?"
If you don't know what ethnographic study (in the above quote
from Margaret A. Hagerman's White Kids: Growing Up With Privilege In
A Racially Divided America) is, please don't let that deter you from
reading this most excellent book. It means that Hagerman went out in
the field and conducted qualitative research using methods such as
observations and open ended discussions rather than handing out
surveys or conducting experiments under clinical conditions and
wrapping it all up neatly with statistics. For almost two years she
spent a lot of time with 36 middle school children and their families
in three affluent but otherwise different communities. She was able
to totally immerse herself in the communities, observing her subjects
in everything from the privacy of the home to more public venues like
school and sports events. "...I spent countless hours watching video-
game playing, preparing food and eating with kids, monitoring play
dates, hearing phone calls with peers, listening to kids talk about
friendships and fights at school, playing board games, playing
backyard sports, painting nails, practicing the violin, and struggling
through homework assignments..." Because of the depth and breadth of
her investigation, she was able to learn that her topic is a lot more
complex than most of us suspect. Among the themes that she discusses
are:
*A lot of children's exposure to ideas concerning racism and privilege
(including whether they exist in today's world) stems not from
parental discourse and modeling but from decisions they make (such as
where to live and send their kids to school) and subtle behaviors
(such as what neighborhoods they avoid or act more fearful in).
*Communities can cultivate quite different attitudes in kids rocking
very similar advantages--anything from a total belief in meritocracy
and laziness on the part of the poor to percetions of and desire to
change structural inequalities.
*Children don't just absorb parental attitudes. They also are
impacted by peers, siblings, influential adults, media, and their own
agency in actively interpreting and evaluating what they take in.
Again, don't be put off by the fact that the book is sociology
research. Hagerman's blend of observation and interpretation make it
highly readable. In a world in which so much privilege and power are
passed down through generations we need to know what is actually going
on (rather than what our slants lead us to believe) if we are ever
going to change things.
On a personal note, this past week has been highly eventful. Starting
with Wednesday. It had started snowing before I went to bed Tuesday
night. Wednesday I woke up to full on blizzard. I had a mile to walk
down Route 2 to catch my bus. Blasts of wind kept whipping sleet in
my face. A snow plow driver told me I was a tiger to be out in that
mess. The whole scene was eerie. There were so few vehicles it was
like a rapture movie after the "righteous" have been swooped up to
heaven and everyone else left to face tribulations. I was so glad to
see the bus. It would have been a much longer walk if it had been
cancelled. The supervisors were very glad to see everyone who showed
up to work. We were essential personnel because even though school
was cancelled the dorm students needed to eat. For one day at a
research university student workers were more essential than faculty.
I enjoyed working and wishing all our clients a happy snow day. Still
after I made the reverse commute I was happy to be in my cozy home and
revert from tiger to a more house cat persona.
A great big shout out goes out to all who blizzard battled to make
streets and parking spaces safer for all of us and the drivers who
kept the buses running in all the mess.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Adult nonfiction
"Often researchers focus on the experiences and conditions of
marginalized groups in order to understand inequality...this book is
instead an ethnographic study of an aspect of inequality from the
vantage point of the privileged, of families and children at the top
of race and class hierarchies. This book focuses intently on
questions related to how comprehensive racial learning operates for
white children growing up in affluent families. But this discussion
is rooted in a broader sociological question: how do ideologies get
reproduced by children who benefit the most from the maintenance of
these ideologies, and how do ideological positions themselves shape
choices involved it raising a child?"
If you don't know what ethnographic study (in the above quote
from Margaret A. Hagerman's White Kids: Growing Up With Privilege In
A Racially Divided America) is, please don't let that deter you from
reading this most excellent book. It means that Hagerman went out in
the field and conducted qualitative research using methods such as
observations and open ended discussions rather than handing out
surveys or conducting experiments under clinical conditions and
wrapping it all up neatly with statistics. For almost two years she
spent a lot of time with 36 middle school children and their families
in three affluent but otherwise different communities. She was able
to totally immerse herself in the communities, observing her subjects
in everything from the privacy of the home to more public venues like
school and sports events. "...I spent countless hours watching video-
game playing, preparing food and eating with kids, monitoring play
dates, hearing phone calls with peers, listening to kids talk about
friendships and fights at school, playing board games, playing
backyard sports, painting nails, practicing the violin, and struggling
through homework assignments..." Because of the depth and breadth of
her investigation, she was able to learn that her topic is a lot more
complex than most of us suspect. Among the themes that she discusses
are:
*A lot of children's exposure to ideas concerning racism and privilege
(including whether they exist in today's world) stems not from
parental discourse and modeling but from decisions they make (such as
where to live and send their kids to school) and subtle behaviors
(such as what neighborhoods they avoid or act more fearful in).
*Communities can cultivate quite different attitudes in kids rocking
very similar advantages--anything from a total belief in meritocracy
and laziness on the part of the poor to percetions of and desire to
change structural inequalities.
*Children don't just absorb parental attitudes. They also are
impacted by peers, siblings, influential adults, media, and their own
agency in actively interpreting and evaluating what they take in.
Again, don't be put off by the fact that the book is sociology
research. Hagerman's blend of observation and interpretation make it
highly readable. In a world in which so much privilege and power are
passed down through generations we need to know what is actually going
on (rather than what our slants lead us to believe) if we are ever
going to change things.
On a personal note, this past week has been highly eventful. Starting
with Wednesday. It had started snowing before I went to bed Tuesday
night. Wednesday I woke up to full on blizzard. I had a mile to walk
down Route 2 to catch my bus. Blasts of wind kept whipping sleet in
my face. A snow plow driver told me I was a tiger to be out in that
mess. The whole scene was eerie. There were so few vehicles it was
like a rapture movie after the "righteous" have been swooped up to
heaven and everyone else left to face tribulations. I was so glad to
see the bus. It would have been a much longer walk if it had been
cancelled. The supervisors were very glad to see everyone who showed
up to work. We were essential personnel because even though school
was cancelled the dorm students needed to eat. For one day at a
research university student workers were more essential than faculty.
I enjoyed working and wishing all our clients a happy snow day. Still
after I made the reverse commute I was happy to be in my cozy home and
revert from tiger to a more house cat persona.
A great big shout out goes out to all who blizzard battled to make
streets and parking spaces safer for all of us and the drivers who
kept the buses running in all the mess.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
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