Sketchy internet access/on the road in DC

Unfortunately, my wifi access has been sketchy at best in our hotel room in Washington,D.C. On the one hand, it’s rather irritating because we’re staying at a very nice hotel that ought to be able to provide decent access. On the other hand, we are on a vacation of sorts (even though Annette and I are both working quite a bit), and we at least have the iPhones. I actually started this post on my iPhone, and thanks to it, I have been able to check my mail, post a few things on Facebook, etc. But it looks like I’m going to have either wait until I get home, get better internet access, or figure something else out before I can upload any significant amount of photos to Flickr.

The short version of the trip to date:

  • We’re taking it mainly because we can. This is the first time ever in which our break from EMU lined up with Will’s teaching. Since we didn’t have a parental visit of obligation and since we had been in warmer climes this past Christmas, we decided to take a family trip our own.
  • Our first stop was in middle of no-where, Pennsylvania. Light snow the whole time, which added that extra wang to driving on the turnpike.
  • The first day, Will had a fever just around 102 or so. I’m happy to say (skipping ahead a bit) he recovered fine, though it made for a bad day and a half for him.
  • Went to dinner ridiculously early on Monday because of travel, a sick kid, and generally tired parents. Had Ethiopian food at what I swear was the same restaurant where Annette (who was just pregnant with Will) and I had with some Southern Oregon folks when I was working for them way back when. Good stuff, and, in another weirdo twist, we ran into an Ypsi neighbor/friend of sorts. The person in question does lobbying/environmental activism stuff in Michigan and comes to D.C. on a regular basis. It was a weird and small world event.
  • We were awoken last night by what I thought was a group of young and drunk people but which Annette thought was an angry couple arguing. Other than that and the sketchy internet service (which seems like it works better early in the morning), it’s been a nice place to stay.
  • Got up unnecessarily early to get to our previously reserved U.S. Capitol tour, which was also unnecessary– the reservation, that is. The place wasn’t empty, but close. We got a chance to help break in the posh new Capitol visitor center, which opened this past December.
  • The Capitol tour was so-so. The group was too big, the tour guide not very good, it included lousy audio equipment, and you didn’t really see much. The intro movie in the new visitor center was pretty good, and the highlight was our tour ran into Speaker of the House Nancy Poloski on the way back to her office.
  • We went to the Natural History Museum, which was a must for Will but kinda boring for me, personally. Seen one dinosaur, seen ’em all.
  • Went to the American History Museum, which I think I enjoyed more than the rest of the group. They did a nice job restoring the “original” flag that inspired the “Star Spangled Banner,” and I very much enjoyed seeing Julia Child’s kitchen.
  • By this point, we had walked for what seemed like 12 or 15 miles, so we took a cab to the Lincoln Memorial/Viet Nam War Memorial area. Both were very nice, of course, but also over-run with high school kids.
  • Got to a metro, grabbed a quick bite at an okay Irish pub (Annette had her last bit of chocolately goodness before giving up sugar for “lent”), came back to the hotel, watched Obama, who was speaking that evening very close to where we were this morning.

Mardi Gras party fun (and a recipe for Fatty-club Gumbo)

We had our annual Mardi Gras party last night. I say “annual” because we’ve had it three times now, which I guess makes it an event that is more than a one time deal. Basically, Annette and I throw two big parties a year: the “Indian food party” and the Mardi Gras party. The Indian food party tends to be smaller, a dozen people tops, and it usually features as a “guest of honor” a new hire in the English department. The Mardi Gras party is the bigger, more blow-out of the parties.

Here’s a set of Flickr picts.

Of course, one of the main attractions is food, mostly food that I make. This year’s menu was pretty typical: stuffed jalapenos, fancy cheeses, and veggies and fruits, but mostly New Orleans (esque) fair. Most of my recipes came from a site I like a great deal, The Gumbo Pages. This year’s recipes from that site included a vegetarian version of red beans (I grilled up some andouille sausage for a side with this, all of which immediately disappeared) and King Cake (which is actually an Emeril Lagasse recipe and, with its cream cheese filling, was excellent). I also made my version of a Lagasse shrimp cake recipe that is too complicated to recount here, and a gumbo that I make on a fairly regular basis that I will describe:

Krause’s Fatty Club Gumbo

This is my interpretation of a gumbo recipe from a Weight Watchers cookbook we have. The original WW recipe features a fair amount of crab, which a) I’m not all that crazy about in a soup, and b) is kind of expensive. Gumbo purists will probably turn our their noses at this version since it does not involve a roux. But it is easy to make, it’s mostly healty, and it seemed to be a hit the other night.

Like all gumbos, this is one of those recipes where there is a lot of room for substitutions and modifications. But this is the basic version that has worked for us around here.

1 or so tablespoons of olive or veggie oil
1 green pepper, diced
1/2 an onion, diced
6 or 8 green onions, sliced
2 celery stalks, diced
2 boneless skinless chicken breasts, thinly sliced
1/2 of a ring (I guess 1/2 a pound?) of low-fat turkey or pork kielbasa sausage,* cut into small pieces
3 cloves of garlic, minced
1 tablespoon of cajun seasoning
1 teaspoon thyme
salt and pepper to taste
1 package (16 oz I guess?) of frozen and sliced okra, defrosted
1 can of diced tomatoes (15 oz)
1 quart of chicken stock
1/2 cup rice
1/2 pound to 1 pound of frozen raw shrimp with the tails on, defrosted and cleaned to your preferences**

  • Heat oil on medium-high heat in a large pot (I like to use a dutch oven for this), and sweat green peppers through sausage. The idea here is to “cook” all of this stuff without browning it too much.
  • *I generally like to use turkey sausage for this, but when I made this for the party recently, I used a low-fat pork sausage that I liked a great deal. In any event, the choice of sausage here is up to you. If you use something like andouille or chorizo, your soup will be a lot more spicy and a lot less fatty-club friendly. But hey, that might be pretty good too.
  • Add cajun seasoning (I use Emeril’s– you know, BAM!– but there are many others on the market), thyme, salt and pepper to taste, and okra, and cook for a couple of minutes. Don’t skip the okra because it really is an excellent vegetable in this recipe and it thickens up the soup in a pleasant way without the roux.
  • Add the chicken stock and the canned tomatoes, bring up to a simmer (just barely a boil) for about 10-15 minutes.
  • Add the rice and keep simmering for about 8 or 10 minutes.
  • Add the shrimp and keep simmering for about 8 or 10 minutes.
  • **My preference for the shrimp is medium to large shrimp that are cleaned but with tails on, mainly because I like the little extra flavor the shrimp tails give the dish, but I am too lazy to clean fresh shrimp for this, and I frankly don’t think it’s worth it. On the other hand, I wouldn’t use previously cooked shrimp because I don’t think they taste as good in a dish like this. In any event, the choice is yours.
  • Serve with your favorite hot sauce and bread and whatever else you want.

House Porn, now and then

Here’s the first of three (maybe four?) posts about our recent travels to Naples, Florida to see the in-laws:

Naples PierOne morning during our trip (I think it was last Sunday), Annette and I went on a bike ride while Annette’s parents took Will to the beach by the pier in Naples. The neighborhood we rode around in was called Port Royal, which has cool street names like Gin Lane and Rum Row, lovely landscape and Banyan trees, and which has obscenely large and garish houses. This was the “front version” of the house porn tour.

A few years ago, Annette and I went on a sunset cruise that passed through the canals behind all these giant houses. I called that experience “the house porn cruise,” because, like pornography, me and my fellow passengers were disgusted by what we saw (“my God, those people have three swimming pools!”), and yet we also found it all kind of arousing, we were all a little envious and no one could take our eyes off of it.

The “full frontal” view of the tour wasn’t quite as titillating as seeing the back-end a couple years ago. True, many of the houses had over-the-top facades, most of a weird faux Italian or French Rivera style, and many had rather elaborate security camera systems. But with the landscaping and such, they were mostly on the verge of tasteful, though rather palatial.

I guess the thing that I found more striking than the display of wealth was the number of “for sale” signs. The downturn in the economy is visible here in Naples, and it seems particularly visible in the richy-rich neighborhoods. There are a lot of houses for sale and foreclosures in my neighborhood too, but it kind of seemed like there was more going on here. And I guess that makes a certain amount of sense. The kinds of people who own these houses are the kinds of people who had all their money with Lehman Brothers or AIG.

Anyway, the day after this bike ride, we made a day-trip to Sarasota and the John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, and the things around it. Ringling was the last living brother of the Ringling Brothers, and, as far as I can tell, kind of a Charles Foster Kane/Donald Trump of his times. He amassed a huge fortune through the circus business and other operations, he and his wife collected a ton of art and other goodies from Europe, and he built for himself and his wife this faux Venetian/Italian styled mansion of a house: Cá d’ Zan, a one of a kind and eccentric design that included all kinds of balconies, a bar, tons of art, and a church organ built into the living room. (I know little about Ringling, but I think this image of him playing the organ alone in this giant house is kind of telling).

In other words, this too was house porn, 1920s style.

Surprisingly, the circus part of the museums were kind of under-played. There was one large building that had a few circus wagons, costumes, and posters, but it seemed kind of like a work in progress. The coolest part of the circus stuff—and maybe the coolest part of the whole trip to Sarasota—was the Howard Brothers Circus Model, which was this immense miniature model of a circus built over decades by Howard Tibbals. I’ve got a few pictures in the Flickr set, but they don’t really do justice to the scale and detail of this thing. And I can only wonder what it was like to be married to the guy who did that project in his basement for fifty or sixty years.

Also surprising to me was the impressiveness of the museum of art, which is really the centerpiece of the facility. We hit the art museum last and were kind of pooped by then, and that was too bad, in a way. There was a lot of very impressive old European art in there—quite a bit of Paul Reubens and “Dutch Masters” kinds of things—which the Ringlings brought back from their frequent trips to Europe.

Interestingly, Mable Ringling died in the late 20s, and, as I understand it, John Ringling had willed all of his estate and art to the state of Florida– I don’t think he had any children. Ringling, like today’s modern house porn operators, pretty much lost it all during the stock market crash, and just a few days before he would have been sold to sell his house and art, he died, thus making this all available to the public. Kinda strange, huh?

Here is a link to my Flickr set from the trip to Sarasota. More to come, I am sure.

The previous three days

Wednesday:

and…

Thursday:
Planes and automobiles– no trains, unless you count the tram in the Detroit airport.

Friday:

and…

While I still think living in Florida would be horrible, I have to say it’s a nice place to visit, especially when Southeast Michigan is getting pummeled with crappy winter weather.

The annual cookie post (with bonus recipies)

Reading through some of the local-yokel blogs I follow, I noticed that at least two area bloggers have also been making cookies. Well, this week it was rounds two and three for cookie making.

Before going to Iowa for Thanksgiving, I made Grandma Krause’s Pepper Nuts, which regular readers should already know about. I screwed up that batch; they were edible and everything, but far from my best batch of Pepper Nuts, and not up to my late grandmother’s standards for sure.

Then on Thursday, I found out that we were supposed to be bringing two or three dozen cookies to Will’s school for a thing that parent’s association does for teachers. Not having a lot of time to screw around with something like sugar cookies, I called my mom up and asked her for the recipe for “those cookies you make with the Hershey kisses in them.” I’m sure you’ve seen these before; they often have those Brach’s chocolate star candies in them. Here’s the recipe she emailed:

Chocolate Stars

1 3/4 cup flour
1 t. soda
1/2 t. salt
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup margarine
1/2 cup peanutbutter
1 egg
2 Tbs. milk
1 t. vanilla

Mix together and roll into balls. Roll balls in sugar. Bake @ 375 for 10-12 minutes. Press kiss in while warm. Enjoy!

It really was pretty much that simple, and I’d recommend them of course. But the big surprise/big hit was a sort of non-recipe Mom passed along, Rolo/pretzel cookies or candies. My mom didn’t actually have a recipe– she just said they were really good– but thanks to the Internets and a search engine, Annette and I were soon able get some more specific guidance. Here’s a web site complete with pictures of the candies; the recipe author, Mary Ann Ross, says she makes for funerals at her church. Not real Christmas-y, but there you have it. Here’s my rendition of the recipe:

A bag of mini round pretzels

A bag of Rolo Candies

Some pecan halves (and presumably, you could substitute another nut of your liking)

  • Preheat the oven to 300 degrees or so. You will see in a moment that the exact temperature really doesn’t matter; in fact, I bet you could just make these in the microwave in a pinch.
  • Put some pretzels on a cookie sheet covered with foil or parchment.
  • Place one Rolo Candy in the middle of each pretzel. Be sure to unwrap the Rolo first.
  • Bake this for just a few minutes– four, tops– until the candies soften.
  • As soon as you get them out of the oven, squish a pecan nut half onto each of the candies to flatten it out.
  • Let them cool to firm up a bit. Eat them or store them like candies.

I thought this was the goofiest thing I’d ever heard of, but they were darn good.

Tenure, “A farewell to academia,” the journey to hell in a handbasket, and other problems of students not succeeding

I was not going to post about this at all since this article, “I’m Leaving” by John “not his real name” Smith, was in Inside Higher Ed almost a month ago and because I just am not that interested in the thoughts of yet another disgruntled college professor. But somehow, my holiday travels brought it up again for me.

We went to Iowa to be with my extended family of parents, sisters, their spouses, and their kids for Thanksgiving and an abbreviated Christmas. A good time was had by one and all, though at one point, the Republicans in the group went to another room to commiserate over the recent election.

And at one point, there was more interest than usual from my brothers-in-law about hiring in academia and this thing called “tenure.” I should point out that no one in my family (other than my wife, of course) knows anything about academia beyond their own experiences as college students 20 or more years ago, and all of these folks have had more immediate connections with the current economic downturn than I have. From their point of view, tenure was nothing more than a gimmick where people like me were guaranteed jobs. It was an interesting discussion for a variety of different reasons, but the one that struck me at the time was that this topic never came up when the economy was good. Suddenly, these (comparably) lower-paying academic/state government jobs look like a pretty good deal.

Anyway, I didn’t go into it all while watching Detroit lose again and family cheer, but I did point out the free speech aspect of it and that it was more complicated than that. In brief and in no particular order, here’s a few things I would have/should have said:

  • It is possible to be tenured and to be fired, though I will concede that it isn’t easy. But keep in mind that you’ve really got to prove yourself to get tenure and promotion, even at a less prestigious and less demanding place like EMU. In other words, faculty with tenure rarely get fired for doing a “bad job” because they have to demonstrate their abilities to do a really good job to get tenure in the first place. This also ties into the hiring process for professors, another discussion I had with one of my brothers-in-law: it takes a year to hire someone in my field because you’ve got to make dang sure you are hiring the absolute best person since you are liable to have to work with that person forever.
  • Tenure is a seniority system, meaning that if EMU did have to lay faculty-types off, they would first lay off part-timers and grad students, then lecturers, then non-tenured faculty, then tenured associates, and then the likes of me. As far as I can tell, this is no different than most other kinds of businesses where the most senior people have the best job security.
  • Lots of professions have something like tenure and/or a high degree of job security. A lot of K-12 school districts have a system of tenure not unlike higher ed, and I have always thought that college professors were more like “partners” in a law firm or a medical practice (though I don’t get a cut of the profits). Besides, I ultimately work for the government, which generally offers the same sort of trade-off of lower pay for higher job security.
  • I worked really really hard to get here– two degree programs past my undergrad, twenty years of teaching, publications and dozens of presentations. I’m a good teacher, a good colleague, and I have a modest national reputation in my field. I deserve it.

Anyway, on the 9 hour drive home yesterday, Annette and I were talking about all kinds of things, including work and including students who were not doing great. Were we failing these students? Were they failing themselves? It’s not a new discussion, though it’s one that tends to come up at this time of the school year where the realization that some students really will fail the term is extremely immediate.

The other side of this coin is that these students and the system are more or less failing us. Basically, the main reason why Smith quit his job is because of these sorts of failing students:

Professors and administrators seek to “nurture” and “engage” and they are doing so at the expense of teaching. The result: a discernable [sic] and precipitous decline in the quality of college students. More of them come to campus with dreadful study habits. Too few of them read for pleasure. Too many drink and smoke excessively. They are terribly ill-prepared for four years of hard work, and most dangerously, they do not think that college should be arduous. Instead they perceive college as an overnight recreation center in which they exercise, eat, and in between playing extracurricular sports, they carry books around. If a professor is lucky, the books are being skimmed hours before class.

It’s not just the students that are going to hell either. A little later in Smith’s article:

Today’s faculty and administrators capitulate to students’ demands in innumerable ways. They hold classes outside on sunny days, not really caring if there is no blackboard, or if the students are admiring each other instead of the texts to be dissected. They encourage students to think of college as a “comfortable” and “supportive” community, not as a means to acquire necessary skills. Far too many of my colleagues are dialing in – showing up late, popping in videos during class, assigning group projects, or sitting in a circle and asking students how they feel. Why they have abandoned classroom rigor is something that only they can answer. But one answer is simple – students flock to these popular classes, probably because they cater to the students’ worst sensibilities. Homework is minimal, or sometimes optional. Surprise quizzes are considered unfair. Late assignments are not failed. Some grades are even negotiable.

Not surprisingly, I think Smith is exaggerating both our students’ laziness and the faculty/administration’s response. I have lots of students who are working their asses off. I still give lots of homework, lower grades on late assignments, believe in rigor, etc., etc. It is a problem that universities are perhaps letting in more students than they ought to in an effort to make money. “Opportunity-granting” universities like EMU are always faced with a dilemma: what is the line between giving under-prepared students a chance to succeed and simply taking their money because they were never capable of doing the work in the first place?

Still, I think complaining about students (not to mention faculty, universities, and tenure) are kind of old news. I never tire of this passage from Isocrates’ Antidosis written 2400 years ago:

Yes, and you have brought it about that the most promising of our young men are wasting their youth in drinking-bouts, in parties, in soft living and childish folly, to the neglect of all efforts to improve themselves; while those of grosser nature are engaged from morning until night in extremes of dissipation which in former days an honest slave would have despised. You see some of them chilling their wine at the “Nine-fountains”; others, drinking in taverns; others, tossing dice in gambling dens; and many, hanging about the training-schools of the flute-girls.And as for those who encourage them in these things, no one of those who profess to be concerned for our youth has ever haled them before you for trial, but instead they persecute me, who, whatever else I may deserve, do at any rate deserve thanks for this, that I discourage such habits in my pupils.

Somehow, professors like Smith and Isocrates keep teaching these students year after year, and, even after teaching these students the same thing over and over and OVER, they still don’t get it. They still are interested in nothing but drinking, partying, and sex. Go figure.

Anyway, I’m not sure how this is all connected, but it somehow feels that way to me. There are certainly parts of the current economic downturn and the current state of academia as articulated by Smith and his ilk that are unique; but there is certainly also a feeling in the critique of tenure, the economy, and the sorry state of our students that feel a lot like something I’ve seen before.

For the love of God, no roundabout at Geddes and 23

This perhaps falls into the realm of too much insider information, and I don’t know how many of my millions of regular readers care about this, but here it goes anyway: according to the Ann Arbor News, the Michigan Department of Transportation is proposing a couple of roundabouts at Geddes and US-23.

I don’t have a lot against roundabouts, but this intersection is totally screwed no matter what they do, it for certain needs to first be repaved, and, because I have to drive through this intersection pretty much every day to take Will to Greenhills, it does indeed matter to me what they do. So, here’s the thing: whatever they do in the next six or so years is going to mess up our morning commute in some fashion– a lot in the short-term while they do the construction, and a little more in the long-term post circle. At the same time, they’ve got to do something because it really is kinda bad.

Oh well. If it starts, I guess I’ll have to chart a new route….

The Greenhills adventure so far

I’ve been at a couple of functions over the last few weeks where I end up talking with friends and acquaintances about their kids and schools. It can be awkward. One of the most popular (and not necessarily in a good way) posts I’ve had here in a long time is the one where I wrote about leaving public schooling behind, and a lot of the over beers/wine conversation at parties has been about how happy friends’ kids are at West Middle School (in Ypsi), or in the Ann Arbor public schools, or wherever.

Now, I mean absolutely nothing bad about these schools at all, and I do think that the different kids/different situations thing means a lot. These other schools are good schools, no doubt about that– though I do think it’s interesting that virtually everyone that we hang around with has nothing good to say about East Middle School in Ypsi. And be aware that I still have liberal guilt– at least a smidgen of it.

But Greenhills has been a mighty fine choice for us.

I was thinking about this because of some of the stuff that Will has been able to do lately and what the experiences has been “like” so far. In no particular order:

  • Will is on the chess team, which starts having meets next week or so, and which practices every Friday afternoon. There are like 25 kids of all ages on this team.
  • I think there are about 65 or so kids in his entire sixth grade. I think there are something like 500-600 kids total, 6 through 12.
  • I believe he is still active in the Manga club, though the D&D game club has yet to get off the ground because of scheduling problems.
  • He and a partner were doing this project in his science class (you will note many of these moments are about science class) that involved building a little bridge out of various household products. He and his partner didn’t pull it off in the time allotted in class, and Will was pretty disappointed about it. But that night, we had a voicemail message from his bridge partner about how he wanted to go in early the next day to finish it. So the next day, we dropped off Will 45 minutes early, and he and his partner figured it out.
  • All of the books he is reading and the writing he is doing in his English class are happily endorsed by Will’s English professor parents.
  • Will’s Latin teacher (and this is a class he is enjoying a great deal) insisted that each of his students bring him one piece of Halloween candy.
  • So far, field trips/special day things have included going to a nature center of some sort, going to a rope course (crossing bridges, zip lines, etc.), going to the SOS office in Ypsi to talk about homelessness and such and to also put together some care packages for homeless kids, and hosting a bunch of “special needs” kids for some kind of event at Greenhills.
  • The other night, Will and the other sixth graders were at the Ann Arbor Hands On museum for an event where the kids did all kinds of various things. Will ended up dissecting a cow eyeball.
  • Will has been pestering lately about how to use a video camera because one of the options for the multimedia project in his science class on plate tectonics is to make a movie. I have a feeling I might have to “act” in said movie, too.

So yeah, things are good. Maybe Will would have had a similar list of adventures at West Middle, and I know that some of Will’s friends who are going there are doing fantastic. But things are good.