Recently, I’ve finally been posting regularly on my blog Who Does the Dishes? This is a project where I use the question of Who does the dishes? to look at power relationships in society. For an overview, please see:
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I recently finished a series of posts reflecting on my own experiences with the question of who does the dishes at home. Here they are in order:
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Last month I published a piece in an series for Engaging Local Government Leaders where writers reflect on where they were eight years ago and where they hope to be in eight years.
It was a good exercise in reflection. A lot has happened in that period.
I have a new Writing With Russ column about using an exclusion dictionary. This is a custom dictionary that helps catch embarrassing typos.
My exclusion dictionary
The latest Writing with Russ is up on the ELGL site. It’s about webbing, which is one of my favorite brainstorming techniques: you basically just dump all your ideas onto a page or whiteboard and then figure out how they’re connected. You can read it here.
Also, if you like MacGyver I mention him in there, too.
A little over a month ago I planted our plot in the community garden. An odd thing happened. The plants didn’t die, but they also haven’t really grown. Basically they look pretty much like they did when I planted them in early July. I’d thought I’d be sharing photos with you showing how much it’d grown. But no.
I thought maybe it was because I sometimes missed a day watering, so I got better about that. Maybe the soil didn’t have enough food; I got some Miracle Grow and fed it last week.
My dad is a Master Gardener and teaches classes in gardening and landscape design. So last night I called him and told him about the plants neither growing nor dying.
Dad: So did you harden them off?
Me: What’s that?
Dad: Uh oh. Continue reading
I really enjoyed reading The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian a few weeks ago.
…we reservation Indians don’t get to realize our dreams. We don’t get those chances. Or choices. We’re just poor. That’s all we are.
It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you’re poor because you’re stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you’re stupid and ugly because you’re Indian. And because you’re Indian you start believing you’re destined to be poor. It’s an ugly circle and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Poverty doesn’t give you strength or teach you lessons about perseverance. No, poverty only teaches you how to be poor. (p 13)
I was a fan of Billy Bragg before I started grad school, but I only knew Mermaid Avenue and Reaching to The Converted. My first semester I was jamming with a friend in my program who was from The Czech Republic by way of Canada, and he played me this song.
Since then, pretty much every time I see someone sleeping in the street–while in Brazil, while in downtown Portland, wherever–I think of this verse:
A nation with their freezers full
Are dancing in their seats
While outside another nation
Is sleeping in the streets
There’s just something about the image that stuck with me.
Full lyrics here.