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Friday, September 15, 2006

ADHD gadgets... part 2

Y'all remember the Watchminder, right? The short version is, it was a GREAT idea, but the product just didn't deliver. If you want the long version, see my review in the link.

So the next step in my quest for something other than myself to follow Tyler around and redirect him is the TIMEX Ironman Data Link USB Watch.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I'm ready for a beer and a pair of 'crack pants'

Having a home warranty with a $50 deductible is nice, but it's even nicer to keep that $50 for yourself...

I just unstuck me a flywheel... Fixing a Garbage Disposal from Home Repair, an About GuideSiteTM.

PROBLEM:
Stuck Flywheel / Disposal Will Not Run (makes a humming noise)
If the garbage disposal won't turn on but makes a humming sound when you flip the switch, it won't do that for long. That means you have a stuck flywheel and the reset button on the unit itself or the fuse or circuit breaker in your electrical service panel will trip and turn off very quickly. The flywheel is stuck because something is lodged between it or the impeller(s) and the shredder ring.

(See Anatomy of a Garbage Disposal).

  • To start the repair, turn off power to the garbage disposal at the electrical service panel.
  • Reminder: Don't ever put your hand down into the garbage disposal hopper (grinding chamber).
  • Take the offset wrench that came with the disposal unit and insert the wrench into the flywheel turning hole in the bottom of the unit. If you don't have the wrench you can pick one up from the hardware store that sells your garbage disposal.
  • Once the wrench is inserted, turn it clockwise to dislodge the stuck impeller or flywheel. When it dislodges, you'll feel the flywheel turn freely.
  • Another approach is to try and use a wooden broom-handle or similar wooden object to free the stuck impeller and flywheel from the top of the unit through the drain.
  • Place the broom-handle into the hopper and against an impeller. Use leverage to try and free the stuck flywheel. As before, when it dislodges you'll feel the flywheel turn freely.
  • Once freed, turn the power back on at the panel but don't turn on the disposal yet.
  • Go back to the disposal and press the reset button.
  • Run some tap water into the disposal and quickly flip the switch on and off turning the disposal on for a short burst. Turn on and off again quickly. That should spin the flywheel and the dislodged obstruction should be washed down the drain.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Who's reality is it? 7/4/06 2:39PM

The other week I blogged about attending a Roosevelt School District Board Meeting.  I mentioned feelings of validation because the board president and district superintendent both sought me out after the meeting adjourned.  I had been so nervous to speak in that forum about the topic I wanted to address:  the growing reports of hiring and firing practices that favor one racial group over others.  This is a topic I feel strongly about, for obvious reasons... but even stronger than my fear of public speaking was my fear about how I would be perceived in addressing what was sure to be an overwhelmingly non-white audience about racial conflict.

I confided in a friend that I once made a very passionate commentary about stereotyping interracial relationships as being between black men seeking white women as status symbols.  I made these comments in a largely black forum where they weren't well received.  The feedback I got included a response that basically accused me of thinking I was the Great White Hope.  That phrase, like AmeriKKKa and others I've heard since, didn't have a historical or cultural significance to me at the time.  Ironically, "Fight of the Century" occurred on July 4, 1910... 86 years ago today.

But I digress.  Needless to say, it took a lot for me to stand up in a room full of people whose race is subject to discrimination. So on the one hand, I felt very validated to have these two men who hold positions of authority in my community seek me out.  But some of the content of those conversations was unsettling.  One of the men, Hispanic, adamantly expressed his belief that there is not a racial divide... and that those who had spoken in the public comment portion of the meeting (mostly black), were not concerned about the children the school district serves, but their own personal benefit.  The other man, White, lamented that he just doesn't see it... there at the district office, everyone gets along.

My kids don't attend school in RSD anymore, and I didn't feel knowledgeable enough to make blanket statements about whether or to what degree racial conflict exists in our community or the proportion at which black vs. hispanics are being hired and fired and phased out of jobs.  I said as such, but added the disclaimer that I know people in the district who I respect, that feel very strongly that there is a problem, and a big one at that.  But at the time and ever since, I have pondered those conversations and wondered... were we all sitting in the same room?  Did either of you HEAR what I heard? 

I went back to the board meeting archives and watched/listened to some other discussion, and searched online for more articles about the district.  The concerns I heard in that meeting were expressed in other meetings and in media.  When you have THIS many employees and THIS many members of the community you serve, standing up in a public forum and talking about this topic that is largely taboo, how can you possible be unsure whether or not there is a problem?  If you don't see it from your corner office, does that mean a hostile work environment doesn't exist?  If you are not at the receiving end of discrimination, is it always obvious to you?  I'm not talking about obvious acts of racism; we can all see that.  But the more subtle ones*.  These thoughts turned to white privilege, especially after my friend thanked me for facing my fears and addressing the board on the topic.  She said something about me putting a new face on it. 

I was far less eloquent than many other speakers whose concerns these men seemed willing to dismiss as non existent.  Since I am not employed by the district, nor do I have children enrolled in the district... is the weight of my perception or the value of my opinion greater than those of the non-white employees voicing criticism, or the black mother whose daughter is facing expulsion for defending herself in a fight, where the (non black) perpetrators are reported to have received no repercussions?  And if so, is it because I am a potential 'customer' to be wooed back, or is it because I am white?  Robert Jenson, who authored a compelling article on white privilege (that I'll post separately, it changed the way I think about race), says it more eloquently than I can.

...I speak with the assumption that people not only will listen, but will take me seriously. I speak with the assumption that my motives will not be challenged; I can rely on the perception of me as a neutral authority, someone whose observations can be trusted.

I'm a little afraid my friend may be right about me having put a new face on it... although not just, as she said, because I am someone whose children left the district and wants to come back... but also because they were more willing to listen to concerns and opinions expressed by someone who looks like me.

 

*when I'm at my neighborhood Target... the cashiers almost always ask me if I'd like to apply for a Target card.  I can't recall ever hearing the clerk ask the non white person in line before me if they'd like to apply for a Target card.  Now if it's hard to believe that I'm hardly ever in line at my local Target with any other white folks,  I live in a community where only about 4f the population is white. Is it their race?  Is it their accent?  Their dress?

Viewpoint: Amerikkka

I know that for most of us ( and by us, I mean, those of us who were born in the post Civil Rights Era and/or who got the whitewashed version of American History that I received ), this term may be shocking and disconcerting. It's not a phrase that I'd seen in writing before the other day, but I figured I knew what it meant from the context...

The political spelling of "America" with "KKK" equates both the show and the status quo of society in the United States with the Ku Klux Klan, a white-supremacist organization

Knowing what and who I know, I also figured there was some history behind it. Took me a damn long time to find anything that wasn't a tribute to Ice Cube's AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted album.

"K" replacing "C"

Replacing the letter "c" with "k" in the first letter of a word came into use by the Ku Klux Klan during its early years in the mid to late 1800's. The concept is continued today within the ranks of the Klan. They call themselves "konservative KKK" or "klonservatives".

It was common among 1960s and early 1970s United States leftists to write Amerika rather than "America" in referring to the United States. [1], [2], [3], [4], [5] and is still used in political statements today [6],[7] It is likely that this was originally an allusion to the German spelling of America, and intended to be suggestive of Nazism, a hypothesis that the Oxford English Dictionary supports. It may additionally have been an allusion to the title of Franz Kafka's 1927 novel Amerika.

In the 1987 TV miniseries Amerika, it denoted a Soviet-conquered United States of America.

In broader usage, the replacement of the letter "C" with "K" denotes general political skepticism about the topic at hand and is intended to discredit or debase the term in which the replacement occurs. [8] Detractors sometimes spell former president Bill Clinton's name as "Klinton" or "Klintoon".

A similar usage in Spanish (and in Italian too) is to write okupa rather than "ocupa" (meaning a building or area occupied by squatters [9]), which is particularly remarkable because the letter "k" is not found in native Spanish words. It probably stems from the Basque language, Euskera, which does often use the letter "k", and is spoken in a region which abounds in political radicalism. This is particularly associated with Spanish anarchist movements.

"KKK" replacing "C" or "K"

The most common usage of the letters "kkk" in alternative political spelling is the spelling of "America" as Amerikkka. A reference to the Ku Klux Klan, this is often done to indicate the belief that the United States or American society is fundamentally racist, oppressive and corrupt. The earliest known usage of "Amerikkka" recorded in the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) is in 1970, in a journal called Black World. Presumably, this was an extrapolation from the then already widespread "Amerika".

The spelling "Amerikkka" came into greater use after the 1990 release of the Gangsta rap album AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted by Ice Cube.

The San Francisco Bay View regularly spells America as "Amerikkka". [10], [11], [12]

The letters "KKK" have been inserted into many other words, to indicate similar perceived racism, oppression or corruption.

My viewpoint... This spelling, Amerikkka, speaks to a feeling that is not new or unusual in minority groups, and it's origins stem not just from the racist history of our culture, but was coined and used by some of the very movers and shakers of the Civil Rights Movement that fought segregation and frankly, made Ameri*c*a a place where it's possible for a family like mine to exist. It differentiates an system of oppression, a culture steeped in institutionalized racism (Amerikkka) from a land and a dream and an ideal (America). 

That might be splitting hairs... like the fine line that makes the difference 'nigger' and 'nigga', the use of which (nigga) is a whole 'nother debate where I find myself standing on both sides.  The term AmeriKKKa creates that same knot in my stomach... not because it offends me, but because I have to face the cold hard fact that we're not done yet.  We don't all live in America YET... there are some places in this country where blacks, hispanics, non christians, and homosexuals still live in AmeriKKKa.

It's easy to point to my black partner and my black and hispanic friends and my 'non white' community and feel complacent about the fact that the world has changed.  YES, we've come a long way.  But, in the words of an American Poet...

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

         -- Robert Frost

Friday, October 21, 2005

We've Moved!!!

Or, our blog has.



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Monday, October 03, 2005

Take me out to the ball-game...

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Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks... errr... nachos and cotton candy. Here are some pictures at the 2005 Perform Air Baseball Outing. I was *really* ambitious and escorted five kids to the game (with a little carpooling help from friends) - Tyler invited his friend James and Halle invited her friend Chaz. A good time was had by all... and I lived to share the pictures.

Friday, September 30, 2005

Withdrawal

It was a HUGE weight off my shoulders to go over there and get their things today at lunch. I told her the kids wouldn't be coming back and I was there to pick up their things and withdraw them from the school. The secretary said she had anticipated as much when the kids weren't there this morning, and thanked me for being patient so long. She said that she knew it was too little too late, but that they had someone new, who would be starting on Monday and going through inservice training. Apparently after conferences last week they were just deluged with feedback from parents that mirrored what I (and one or two other parents) have been saying. I'm not sure what exactly that means for the current 4th grade teacher's employment status, although I suspect that he will no longer have a job.

I meant to also write that the new school has a classroom for severely disabled/low functioning students and they have a peer mentor type program, which I think is just fantastic. The district is supposed to be one of the best districts in the Phoenix metro area, so I'm pretty excited about all this working out.

New School Monday

The kids will be starting at the new school Monday. I found out Wednesday that the after school program at the community center filled their vacant position. I dropped off the rest of the registration forms for the school yesterday and did the community center registration last night. This is all good timing because yesterday afternoon I had my final straw with the charter school. The kids aren't learning anything there anyway, so I decided they just weren't going to go today. I'm going over there in about 20 minutes to pick up their things and notify the school they won't be back. God that's going to feel good.

I should know this afternoon who their teachers will be; the principal is considering placing Halle in their multi-age group (MAG) which I'm excited about. He said he feels he has a very strong teaching team at the 4th grade level and that two of his 4th grade teachers have been with the school for quite some time, so I’m hopeful regarding Tyler’s placement as well.

The kids are starting to get excited again; I told them a little over a week ago that it was almost a sure thing and would be happening in the near future they both got hesitant. After we went to the new school last week they seemed past the jitters and looking forward. Last night when I told Tyler he wasn't going to be going to school today he was disappointed at not saying good-bye to his friends, but Halle didn't bat an eye. She and two other girls were like the three musketeers at the summer camp she went to, and one of those girls goes to del Norte and the after school program at the community center. And they are definitely excited about being able to go to the city of phoenix after school program; they both always enjoyed that a lot.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Tyler's 'Big Brother'

Just a quick update... the meeting with Tyler's 'Big' went well. I'm not sure if it was a coincidence or if Al knew Tyler was interested in aerospace, but he brought him a book about different kinds of flight as a gift. They had their first outing on Sunday - went to McDonald's, swimming at Al's condo in the community pool, and then to Baskin Robbins. Tyler said he had a great time.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Suicide bomber says he was kidnapped, forced to target mosque

Associated Press
Sept. 19, 2005 07:10 AM

BAGHDAD, Iraq - A suicide bomber captured before he could blow himself up in a Shiite mosque claimed he was kidnapped, beaten and drugged by insurgents who forced him to take on the mission. The U.S. military said its medical tests indicated the man was telling the truth.

Friday, September 16, 2005

It's parents' job to set boundaries

It's parents' job to set boundaries
Sept. 6, 2005 12:00 AM
With three teenagers in the household, I qualify to talk on teen curfew issues. I welcome police enforcement of teen curfews outside the movie venues at Chandler Fashion Center and Ahwatukee's AMC 24, especially since many of these kids are young - as in seventh and eighth grades.

But police enforcement is a non-issue for our family. We've always set curfews and not allowed our kids to just "hang out."

About two years ago, my daughter, then age 12, was invited to "hang out" at the Chandler mall with some new friends. "Please, Mom, my friend has a cellphone. We'll be f-i-i-i-i-ne."

Sorry. In my book, 12-year-old girls just hanging out at the mall is an invitation for trouble. No matter what kids that age may think, their judgment is not refined yet.

Oddly, when I called the other girl's mother to explain that my daughter wasn't allowed at the mall without an adult, the mother seemed surprised. She saw nothing wrong with the practice and had been allowing her daughter to do so for some time. My daughter pouted and complained, but she learned.

As teenagers and as adults, we are known by the company we keep. And my teens, whether by personality or necessity, are drawn to friends whose parents also prohibit "hanging out" to just hang out. If they do go to the movies or an event, I know the name of the movie/event, the start time and the end time. And if they're going to someone else's house, we parents all agree to talk and verify plans so both sides know what's going on.

Similarly, we rarely visit the movies at night, and especially not on Friday and Saturday nights. Matinees or late afternoon shows offer better pricing, and few movies these days are worth $9. But even without a price differential, we shun the AMC 24 in Ahwatukee on weekend evenings to avoid walking through the often smoky teen (and sadly, preteen) gantlet.

Having a 17-year-old son raises different issues. With teens driving, the issues are not "hanging out" but who's driving whose car.

But I did get him a cellphone. There comes a time when I may not always know where he is, and I have to trust that after 17 years his sense of right and wrong is intact. He is, after all, only one year from being an adult and teen years are transition years for ever-increasing responsibility and freedom.

Perhaps what bothers me most is parents and teens who decry the lack of entertainment options, as if hanging out in front of a movie theater or at the mall is the only social option. Some of the most fun people I've met in life grew up in small towns where you learn to make your own fun. And I think this is where other parents need to stay more involved with teens and offer to host parties, events or game nights that allow teens to get together for fun. Teenagers are really fun, interesting people if you take time to talk with them.

Parenting isn't easy, but it's a parent's job to set boundaries, and a child's job to test those boundaries. Setting a reasonable curfew and safe guidelines for how teens spend their free time is a parent's job. Police enforcement should be a last resort.

But perhaps parents will begin to get the message if curfew times are reiterated and enforced.

Katrina Shawver of Ahwatukee is a writer and mother of three. She can be reached at casadeletters@ yahoo.com.

One nation (not always), under God (since 1954)

One nation (not always), under God (since 1954)
Sept. 15, 2005 12:00 AM
We get so fixated on which version of the Pledge of Allegiance that we want to strong-arm children into reciting that every time the argument over its wording winds up in court, we blow our chance to teach kids everything they need to know about America.

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A Gentle, Angry People

Pastoral Letter from the Rev. William G. Sinkford President, Unitarian Universalist Association

A Gentle, Angry People
(Tuesday afternoon, September 6, 2005)

I am so angry. I've had to stop watching coverage of the disaster along our Gulf Coast. The statements from our political and military leaders that we have "turned the corner," that we have a unified disaster command with "perfect coordination," in response to this "natural disaster" are more than I can bear. I cannot watch one more press conference with congratulations for the "heck of a job" FEMA and the military have done.
Natural disaster? Katrina was certainly a force of nature, although there is substantial evidence that the global warming so many deny increased the fury of the storm. But we cannot lay responsibility for our response at the feet of Mother Nature.
Perfect coordination? I shudder to think that our nation's delayed and inadequate response to the suffering left in Katrina's wake might be proudly claimed as a plan.
I am fighting not to sink into paranoia, though as a person of color I have a lifetime of experience which would provide ample justification.
These last days have provided a picture of what racism and classism and privilege look like. Racism is not about individual prejudice. Classism is not about individual poverty. And privilege is so often allowed to be invisible.
I am so angry. Look at New Orleans.
Tens of thousands of American citizens, almost all of them poor and Black, living in unimaginable conditions with no food and water, waited for days while evacuation buses passed them by to pick up tourists from luxury hotels.

Citizens in devastated small towns on the Gulf Coast are still without evacuation or adequate supplies.

New Orleans was too "dangerous" for the small number of National Guard troops available to enter the city. How much of that perceived "danger" had to do with the color of the citizen's skins? Why were food and water not brought in by helicopter? Did relief have to wait 5 days? How long would it have taken the people in the Superdome and the Convention Center to receive assistance if they had been middle-class White Americans?

Isn't it deception to say that this disaster was a surprise when government reports have predicted it for decades? These reports predicted that the poor, Black neighborhoods in the lowest lying areas of the city would be the most devastated. Funds for the Iraq occupation took precedence.

Why were there so few National Guard or regular Army troops available for the relief effort? Can we believe that the deployment of Guard units to contain resistance to our occupation of Iraq had no impact on our response? Our national priorities are clear.

The media is far from blameless. Why were Blacks described as looters and Whites described as "searching for food." Where were the images of white New Orleans police officers "searching for food" as they carried off wide-screen TV's.

Local leaders share the blame as well. What was the meaning of "mandatory evacuation" from New Orleans when so many Black and low income citizens had no means to leave the city? At the end of the month, people living from pay-check to pay-check do not have money for gas, if they have a car, nor money to stay in a hotel for days. Where were the school buses to take these citizens to relative safety?

Racism and classism mean that the concerns, even the very lives of people of color and poor people, remain invisible.

As a member of the Congressional Black Caucus said: "God would not be pleased with our response."

I am so angry. But we are a gentle and a generous people. In response to the disaster, Unitarian Universalists and so many American citizens have opened their wallets, and many have opened their homes and their hearts to the hundreds of thousands of now homeless New Orleaneans. Donating to the UUA/UUSC Gulf Coast Relief Fund is an excellent way to express compassion. Opportunities for hands on congregational effort will multiply as the diaspora of the evacuees from the Gulf Coast continues. Public and private support for reconstruction will need to continue for months and even years.

But even our generosity has been tinged with the racism and classism that sullies the soul of our nation. One Unitarian Universalist wrote to me of "a disturbing message from a member of our congregation speaking from the pulpit this morning, regarding social action plans to help evacuees who reached [our town]: ‘These are people who left town in their cars before the hurricane hit. They're good families. You don't have to be afraid of them.' I listened in shock and horror but could not find words to respond. I know you can and will. And must."

We are told that now is not the time for criticism of how the disaster response has been managed, that there will be time for commissions and committees to conduct investigations. We know that now is the time to provide relief and support for the citizens of the Gulf, and we are working as hard as we can to do our part.

But it is not too early to begin learning from this disaster. New Orleans will most certainly be rebuilt; the economic engine of this nation requires a thriving port at the mouth of the Mississippi. But will New Orleans be rebuilt in the image of the past, which marginalized so many of its citizens? Can we not craft a vision grounded in the search for justice, equity and compassion?

We are a gentle and generous people. But let us not forget our anger. May it fuel not only our commitment to compassion but also our commitment to make fundamental changes. Our vision of the Beloved Community must stand against a vision that would allow the privilege of the few to be accepted as just and even holy. Our religious vision must again and again ask the Gospel question "Who is my neighbor" and strive always to include more and more of us as we intone the words that gave birth to this nation, "We the people..."

We are, and we should be, both a gentle, and an angry people.

In faith, Rev. William Sinkford

worth a thousand words...

In another effort of "encouragement," a Louisiana State Police SWAT team, armed
with rifles, confronted two brothers at their home in the Uptown section of New
Orleans, leaving one sobbing.

"I thought they were going to shoot me," said 23-year-old Leonard Thomas, weeping on his front porch. "That dude came and stuck the gun dead at my head."

One officer, who did not give his name, said his team tried to make sure that the two men understood that food and water is becoming scarce and that disease could begin spreading.


Leonard Thomas, 23, cries after a SWAT team burst into the flooded home he and his family were living in on Monday, Sept. 5, 2005. Neighbors had reported that they were squatting in the house in the wake of Hurricane Katrina but the authorities left after his family proved they owned the house. Some rescuers are not taking any more food and water to those who have decided to stay in an effort to force them out. (AP Photo/Rick Bowmer)

FEMA Called...

Thursday, September 15, 2005

School Transfer pending...

Well, I checked and the Kyrene school has room for both the kids. I've spoken with the open enrollment specialist, and both the school's principal and gifted resource teacher. I'm ready to make the move, but that flippin' Northwest strike continues with no end in sight. I still have no idea how much longer Ro will be in Milwaukee. the after school program at the community center is understaffed, and they can't let Tyler & Halle in until they hire more staff. The good news is, Tyler & Halle will be in the next batch of waitees. The bad news is, I have no idea if that will take one week, or a month, or two... So I can move them now and instead of stressing about what they're learning, stress about them taking the city bus a mile by themselves and pray club 212 hires someone fast, or I can leave them where they are until club 212 opens up or Ro finishes this contract, but risk them falling behind and/or space not being available at Kyrene for their grades by then.

I feel like I'm screwed either way.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Third Time's a Charm?

So it's been a full two years since I first contacted Big Brother's Big Sisters... so two years, and two passed matches later, I think we have a winner. Next Tuesday, potential Big Brother Alvin and our match support specialist will be coming over to meet with Tyler and I. Alvin is a 60yo retired teacher from Ahwatukee (formerly the NE, I think Connecticut)... he's white, Christian, non-smoking, with two adult children and whose wife is also a retired teacher... owns a firearm but keeps it in a locked safe (not just a lockbox). He enjoys sports, theater, museums, etc. God willing, this match will be successful.

Bombings kill 160 in Iraq

Associated Press
Sept. 14, 2005 11:00 AM

BAGHDAD, Iraq - More than a dozen explosions ripped through the Iraqi capital in rapid succession Wednesday, killing at least 160 people and wounding 570 in a series of attacks that began with a suicide car bombing that targeted laborers assembled to find work for the day. Al-Qaida in Iraq claimed responsibility.

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