A fine Mardi Gras festival!

We had a lovely Mardi Gras party last night over here. This is a new thing for us, but I can see it becoming a regular thing for us. Mardi Gras has all the elements that both Annette and I enjoy: cheap jewelry, bright colors, masks, quasi-pagan/religious rituals, great music, and fine food and drinks.

There’s a set of photos on my Flickr account; a few highlights:

  • We had Jambalaya and Muffaletta sandwiches and Annette’s mom’s famous stuffed jalapeno peppers and a whole bunch of other stuff. Darn good eats.
  • Oh, I also made a King Cake. Ours had a Chuck E. Cheese coin in it, which I thought was a nice touch. Congrats to Michelle on being named queen of the party for finding the coin!
  • I thought we had a nice sized crowd– about 23 or 25 or so– and a nice mix of folks from work, from the neighborhood, and more or less friends of friends. Oh, and we even had some live music from Gerry and Jim on guitars. They wouldn’t play “Freebird,” though.
  • The kiddies seemed to have fun too, and no one got an eye poked out. Though Will did get hit upside the head with a wooden sword.

In the left behind category of things: we discovered this morning that one party goer left behind the bag of leftover muffaletta sandwiches on the bench by the front door. Imagine the disappointment! Also, someone left behind a scarf that looks like this:
Missing scarf?

And now, it’s time to engage in some lent-like behavior. Back on the diet….

Some assembly required….




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Originally uploaded by steven_d_krause.

I’ve been meaning to write about this for a while, but I’ve been distracted by pesky things like work, life, etc.

Anyway:

I ended up spending up quite a bit of the MLK holiday assembling various products. Because, after all, what else was Dr. King talking about other than putting together various consumer goods?

The first project was the result of a Christmas present from the Wannamaker grandparents, a Star Wars lego model that had (I shit you not) over 1,000 pieces, and mostly itty-bitty pieces, too. The second was an Ikea purchased kitchen island/cutting board sort of table/station.

A bit about this second project: essentially, our dishwasher (one of those deals that hooked up to the kitchen sink via a hose and such– that is, it wasn’t built-in) died. Since we’re likely to move in about a year or so, it didn’t seem to make a lot of sense to go out and buy a new dishwasher. So we decided to buy a piece of furniture that would replace the dishwasher’s duel function as a counter top, that would add shelving, and that we could take with us.

Ikea, as I am sure most of you know, is a wonderful wonderful place for a wide variety of consumer good needs. Indeed, I found it kind of bizarre that they had a couple of model home set-ups where everything (including the flooring!) were things you could buy in that store. I suspect you could point to one of these rooms, say “I’ll take one of those,” and have the whole thing loaded into a truck that you could take home.

In any event, it was loads of fun to visit the store, and we were pleased with our lunch (and you see in the picture at the top here of Will and I enjoying some Swedish meatballs) and our purchases.


I know that Will and I made several mistakes with this Star Wars walker thing– we had both extra pieces and missing pieces. But it still looks pretty cool:

Star Wars Walker

By the way, this is about 18 inches or so tall.

The second piece was the more utilitarian Ikea hunk of furniture:

How to compare these pieces? Well, in many ways, the furniture was dramatically easier to put together than the lego project. I mean, the lego thing took days to finish and involved at least 100 “steps,” maybe more. On the other hand, putting together the cutting board thing involved a couple of rather physically demanding steps– well, demanding for someone like me who a) didn’t have the right tools in the first place, and b) is a whimp.

I’m sure we’ll enjoy both of these things for a while, so I guess it was an MLK weekend well-spent. Though I’m not sure what one actually does with a lego star wars walker….

Christmas in Florida (part 2)

To be honest, I have nothing really to share here that’s too interesting. Since my last Florida Christmas post (which included details on our trip into the the Everglades), I’ve left Annette’s parents house/neighborhood compound only a handful of times. Annette and I went out to dinner at a very nice place one night (on a gift certificate from her parents– thanks again!), and then we wondered around the fancy-pants area of third street. We all went out to a fine restaurant that was an Italian place and sushi bar (a better Italian restaurant than it was a sushi bar, but still…), followed by a night of looking at “tacky” Christmas lights in a neighborhood known for them.

Christmas eve is the traditional family night with the Wannamakers, and we did the usual things followed by watching commie propaganda filmIt’s a Wonderful Life. Tonight, we had a lovely dinner and were joined by a local friend of the in-laws in good and festive fun.

To be honest, most of my time (other than what was mentioned above) has been spent working on things for school– progress has been made, but much more has to be done.

Oh, and I am no officially sick of Christmas music. The station we’ve been listening to here for our Christmas music needs seems to have a tape loop and/or iPod-type shuffle set-up with a fairly limited selection. I think I’ve heard the Bruce Springsteen version of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” about 15 times.

Anyway, as the season comes to a close, feel free to visit these fine list of links at boing-boing, here and here. Annette and I are going for an overnight get-away to South Beach, so I’m sure I’ll have pictures and stories to report in a couple of days.

Wow, where has Steve been? Makin' Movies (and other things….)

Just in case you’re wondering: it’s been pretty crazy-busy around here lately. But in a good way. Among other things:

  • I had the pleasure of hosting a panel discussion with some of our recent MA graduates about PhD studies in composition and rhetoric last week. It was really cool and, I am happy to say, we were able to use some nice and new video equipment to record it. Soon I’ll slap it up on the writing.emich.edu web site. Not exactly an “exciting action” shoot, but some really good discussion points.
  • I also had the pleasure of hosting (well, sorta) the bi-annual EMU First Year Writing Program Celebration of Student Writing. As always, that was a great event. It was the first time we had it in the new student center and its ballroom, which is a very fine space indeed. For the time-being, be sure to check out this link. But at some point in the near future, you will be able to view “The Celebration of Student Writing: The Movie,” a project I (along with Linda Adler-Kassner and my still photography colleague Steve Benninghoff) filmed/shot while this was going on. Quite the day; I showed up at about 7:45 am, left to go walk the dog and take my son to school, and then I was there from about 9:15 am until about 6:30 pm or so. A long and tired day, but a load of fun.

    I have a lot of things to say about these video experiences, but for the time-being, let me just say that I find iMovie absolutely addictive. Better than almost any video game I’ve ever played.
  • And then there has been a lot of interesting developments as of late with the on-going struggle between the EMU-AAUP faculty union and the administration. There’s lots of discussion on EMUtalk.org; the short version is I am cautiously optimistic about the chances of actually settling this mess and moving on in a positive way.

And then there is the general chaos of the end of the term. It’s funny; I’ve been doing this work for years and years, but it seems to me that every semester, I never quite figure out what works best for my schedule until the semester is almost over. Oh well….

Where’s Steve been, you ask?

Well, it’s been busy around here, to be honest. Work has been super-duper busy for all kinds of different reasons, including a somewhat odd visit to my office by the president of the university. Plus there is that pesky teaching thing, plus I did quite a bit of work on what I suspect will be a long-shot sabbatical request, plus various meetings/getting ready for Winter 2007 teaching, etc., etc., etc.

And quite frankly, I haven’t had much time to do much of anything else. A little yard work. We’re having an “Indian Food Fest” tonight, an annual dinner party we have (it’s going to be a dozen this year). Next week, we go to Iowa for Thanksgiving.

So just the typical busy stuff.

Sorry I don’t have much else to offer; in the meantime, why not enjoy this video of naked mannequins on skateboards I found via boing-boing?

WPAing, so far

We held our first meeting of this year’s first year writing committee the other day, which is basically a group of folks who a) are teaching first year composition and/or b) who care. Mistakenly, I didn’t invite faculty to this meeting because faculty don’t really teach first year composition. But the folks who were at this meeting were actually okay with me being the only tenure-track-type person there.

Anyway, that got me to thinking about my WPAing so far this year. Here’s a list of thoughts on how things are going so far, in no particular order:

  • I have come to describe my place as the “accidential WPA,” or the “tourist WPA.” The circumstances as to why I’m doing this work are complicated and a bit of a coincidence, but I won’t go into that right now. But one way or the other, I have been working on lowering expectations about my work as the temporary WPA. I think it’s working….
  • A big part of my job is working with the new graduate assistants teaching for the first time, and that has been both interesting and rewarding. It simultaneously makes me feel old and young. Old because I realize that I went through the things these people are going through right now about 18 or so years ago. But young because I recall my experiences as a new graduate assistant way back when quite vividly.
  • I am actually learning about the course that my graduate students are teaching, English 120, pretty much as my interaction with these students goes along. And I have to say– I really want to try to get a chance to teach this next year. I think it sounds like a lot of fun.
  • Compared to some of the other political bullshit going on in my department right now (which is unusual, btw–things here are generally a bit more happy-go-lucky in our department) and the pretty stupid-ass stuff happening with the board of regents and administration with the strike (this post and this post, both on EMUtalk.org, give a flavor of what I’m talking about), being the WPA is a complete love fest/walk in the park. I’m not entirely sure if that is typical, and I am not convinced that this will last too long.
  • One of the mantras I keep repeating over and over is this is not rocket science, and this is not brain surgery– meaning this is not that complicated, and lives are not at stake. That seems to help.
  • I have learned a lot and I also have much better people to work with at EMU in my role as the interim WPA than I did when I was thrust into the position of being a version of the WPA at Southern Oregon 10 years ago. But maybe that’s a story for another time….
  • One addition I should have included before: Because I am doing two related by different pseudo-administrative jobs this term– the director of the first year composition program along with my previous service work, as the coordinator of the undergraduate and graduate majors in writing– and I think I have have already learned what sort of work like this I am willing to do in the future. It’s pretty straight-forward: first, I would do either of these jobs in the future, but I wouldn’t do both of these jobs at the same time again. It’s too much work and too schizophrenic. Second, this work (combined with all the strike junk and the current departmental politics) makes it crystal clear that I never ever never ever never be a full-time and honest-to-goodness administrator, certainly nothing like a dean or associate dean or in the provost office or whatever.