Wednesday, October 21, 2009

North meets South

Today my worlds came together. I helped chaperone a trip of students from the high school to New York City to visit School of Visual Arts and the Guggenheim. Some of the students are considering applying to SVA for college.


We took Metro-North down to the city.


Such a good student: he did homework for my class on the train ride to New York. Maybe he was just kissing up since he was sitting next to his teacher.


On the way downstate: happy and tired campers.


My country kids learned how to be in tight, city spaces today.


Looking at the art on our tour of SVA.


Subway fun.


Free day + Kandinsky at the Guggenheim = Over-stimulation.


Oh, the Guggenheim.


The kids ate it up, but I abandoned the field trip to go spend more time with Joe. I'll take Joe over Kandinsky anytime.


I finally had the opportunity to watch Joseph teach.


He was teaching his students how microphones work, which is way over my head.


To celebrate my visit, Joseph and I enjoyed buffet yogurt from Yogurtland, which has upped the prices since I've been away.


Goodbye, Joseph, see you Friday.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Quest for the Breast


Joseph and I spent early Saturday morning at school for a 5k to raise money for breast cancer research.


The good people of our little community showed up to run and/or walk.


Away we go!


Joe hung back to run with slow little me.


This was my first cross-country run, and I found it much more challenging than running on bike paths, sidewalks, and pavement.


Plus, it was a chilly day to be out in the woods. But the trail was beautiful and I'm glad we ran.


The finish line.


Mission accomplished.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Go on, ask me.


Snow sprinkled down this afternoon. It was the unsticking kind, but undeniably, it was snow. I bundled up in my classroom and hibernated as best as I could.

Ask me how I feel about this.

The Taiwanese foreign exchange student gripped my arm, and dragged me outside, screaming with bliss because she'd never seen snow before.

Ask me how I feel about that.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

roundin' up

Oh, were half way there
Livin on a prayer
Take my hand and well make it - I swear
Livin on a prayer
-Bon Jovi
___

Today I turned 30.5. I'm halfway to 31. Can't we just round up?

Admittedly, the year has gotten much better than when it began, but I'm totally game to skip the next six months and get on with it!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Don't challenge The Stupids!


I found another list of challenged books and was disturbed to find that not only is Where's Waldo? a commonly challenged book, but so is one of my most favorite books, The Stupids!

Get a grip, people. Stop living in fear. Maybe there are some things I won't be able to understand until I'm actually a mother, but I hope the day never comes when I think it's a good idea to shield my children from The Stupids.

***

Illness update:
Mostly healed

Stay tuned:
In a month or so, there will be a whole new Bookslut column written by yours truly

Sunday, October 11, 2009

oh so sleepy


Veronica takes care of everybody.


Right now, she's long-term cat-sitting, Rosi for one of Joe's friends.


Joseph got in on the hair-cutting action when we stopped by to hang out.


After cutting our hair, the three of us went out to brunch. Then Joseph and I walked from the Upper West Side to midtown before hopping on the train downtown and walking some more.


By the time we made it back home, my chills were full-fledged. Joseph bundled me up and let me rest. While I slept, he cooked chicken noodle soup and biscuits.

My body needs a break.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

a Brooklyn narrative


Back to Brooklyn.


Did you know that it takes 55 seconds for an egg to explode in the microwave?


If you decide to conduct this experiment, you will also be responsible for cleaning it up, even though everyone else wants to share the experience.


Oscar brought the movie, Miranda, which we projected on Joseph's wall.


This was our second movie of the day; earlier, we went to see A Serious Man.


Oscar described his secret project to us.


His enthusiasm showed.






Joseph baked sweet potato pies.

All the elements added up to a perfect Saturday in New York.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Liquids, fluids, beauty.

After all the effort I put into finding a book for the Upper School, the person in charge forgot to ask me to read on Monday morning. That's fine by me. I'm biding my time, and hope I have a chance to retrieve more of my books from Brooklyn before I make a decision about the perfect book to read aloud to teenagers.

In my mythology class, we are studying one of (a very small list of) my favorite classics, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Today we watched a film about the "carnal artist," Orlan, who is best known for undergoing plastic surgeries in order to modify her body, and examine the limits of the body and otherness. In many ways, Orlan is both Dr. Frankenstein and the Creature. She stays awake during her operations, reading from a myriad of texts, telling stories, and answering journalists' inquiries. These "medical" procedures are filmed; her body is her medium.

WARNING: As should be expected with most things I gravitate toward, Orlan's art is grotesque. If you watch the video, be prepared for gore.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Literature Update-- a perfectionist confesses

After scrutinizing bookstores, websites, and my own bookshelves, I've arrived at a decision:

I will read The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury to the Upper School. Tomorrow morning, I'll begin with the prologue. If they seem interested, we'll read a new chapter each Monday.

It's exhausting to be a perfectionist. I don't claim to be perfect, but I do tend to overwork myself when faced with a decision, great or small. There's a part of me that's a little annoyed by the amount of time I've spent contemplating this book puzzle; I knew I would not rest until I was satisfied with my choice. And I am satisfied. Maybe once I've been teaching for a while, I'll ease up on the pressure.

In the meantime, I will demand everything of myself.

Everything but the shoulder pads and the baby


Chip, Sandra, and I drove to Phoenicia for breakfast.


We ate at the famous-for-deliciousness and infamous-for-bad-service, Sweet Sue's.


I was pleased to be able to impress my company with a delicious meal, the Red Monkey, which are pancakes filled with strawberries and bananas.


Upon Sandra's departure, I consoled myself with a hedgehog cookie from a bakery in Saugerties.

According to Sandra, I've become Diane Keaton's character in Baby Boom.

This place brings up all sorts of phantom nostalgia. Sandra, thanks for playing country living with me!

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Visiting hours


My first friend visitor, Sandra (and Chip) came to town today! We ran into Ethan Hawke while visiting Gaela at the Golden Notebook. He wanted to make it very clear that we knew who he was, which was kind of a turn-off.


Sandra and Chip snuggled into my little cottage.


Chip and Cornelius kept their distance.


This is how the cottage looks from Chip's perspective.

An obsessive literary quest


Question:
What should I read aloud to 60 high school students, grades 7-12?

I'm supposed to read for no more than ten minutes every Monday morning. I can read a short piece or weekly installments of a long piece to all the students in the Upper School. Something that could satisfy 7th and 12th graders?

A book with mystery or plot-twists would be awesome.

Some ideas:

-"What it Was Like, Seeing Chris" by (hot stuff) Debbie Eisenberg (too hard for the little ones)
-The Book Thief (still on the maybe pile)
-"Gorilla, My Love" is still on the list, but kind of a tongue twister
-Stories from Naked by David Sedaris (a possibility)
-Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time was discarded because I didn't love it and I thought it would offend students with autism of which we have at least one
-Bean Trees because I used to love this book
-My Year Of Meats because it reads like a mystery
-Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay (maybe too hard?)
-"A Letter to Harvey Milk" seems to have too many cultural references although sometimes I feel like I'm teaching at a Jewish day school
-The Chocolate War might be too obvious for some of them, but I love it.
-The Killer's Tears is still a very strong contender
-"Doctor Jack-o'-Lantern" in Eleven Kinds of Loneliness by Rickard Yates
-West with the Night because I loved this book in high school

I don't know. I don't know.

Almost all my books are still in Brooklyn, and it's very hard to think without seeing them in front of me.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

The shi**iest story ever told

A Creative Writing Lesson Plan
by Gili

Today, we’re going to make a mess.

When I was in school for my MFA in Fiction, my mentor gave me the hardest criticism I have ever received. He told me that he was worried my own self-criticism would eventually stifle me.

How do we stop being self-critical? How do we fight the voices? Even if we try, aren’t we then just adding a layer of self-criticism to our already present self-criticism?

My task is a strange one: to be self-critical of my own self-criticism.

Read passages from Bird by Bird (p. 25-26, 28, 30, 32):

"Almost all good writing begins with terrible first drafts. You need to start somewhere. A frind of mine says the first draft is the down draft - you just get it down. The second draft is the up draft - you fix it up. You try to say it more accurately... What I've learned to do when I sit down to work on a shitty first draft is to quiet the voices in my head. First there's the vinegar-lipped Reader Lady, who says primly, "Well, that's not very interesting, is it?" And there's the emaciated German male who writes these Orwellian memos detailing your thought crimes. And there are your parents, agonizing over your lack of loyalty and discretion; and there's William Bur­roughs, dozing off or shooting up because he finds you as bold and articulate as a houseplant; and so on. And there are also the dogs: let's not forget the dogs, the dogs in their pen who will surely hurtle and snarl their way out if you ever stop writing, because writing is, for some of us, the latch that keeps the door of the pen closed, keeps those crazy ravenous dogs contained...
"Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft. I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right, you won't have to die. The truth is that you will die anyway and that a lot of people who aren't even looking at their feet are going to do a whole lot better than you, and have a lot more fun while they're doing it.
"Besides, perfectionism will ruin your writing, blocking inventiveness and playfulness and life force (these are words we are allowed to use in California). Perfectionism means that you try desperately not to leave so much mess to clean up. But clutter and mess show us that life is being lived. Clutter is wonderfully fertile ground--you can still discover new treasures under all those piles, clean things up, edit things out, fix thing, get a grip. Tidiness suggests that something is as good as it's going to get Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation, while writing needs to breathe and move...
"Perfectionism is one way our muscles cramp. In some cases, we don't even know that the wounds and the cramping are there, but both limit us. They keep us moving and writing in tight, worried ways. They keep us standing back or backing away from life, keep us from experiencing life in a naked and immediate way...
"Your day's work might turn out to be a mess. So what? Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here- and by extension, what we're supposed to be writing."
-Anne Lamott

Now, let’s try to make a mess.

Start to write a draft of a story. Go overboard. Add clichés, stupid plotlines, obvious characterizations, ridiculous dialogue-- you name it. Just go to town. Write the shittiest story you’ve ever written. Have fun with it.

Does anyone want to share his/her story?


Homework:

Take one line, one word, one paragraph, or one idea from your shitty draft and begin to write a new story. Find redemption in your shitty first draft: there's something meaningful lurking in the margins!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Banned Book Week: Go ahead and read one; I dare you!

In honor of Banned Book Week, September 26 - October 3, 2009, the school librarian and I are planning a series of activities for the students.

Check out this amazing interactive map of Book Bans and Challenges from 2007-2009.

Here is a partial list of the books I'm teaching this year that have appeared on Challenged and Banned Book Lists and some of the reasons why they've been censored.

Fahrenheit 451:

Perhaps the most ironic banned book situation, Fahrenheit 451 deals with the issue of censorship in a dystopian society that sends firefighters out to burn down houses discovered to have books inside. Those opposed to this book claim various reasons for banning it including profanity, portrayal of smoking and drinking, and anti-religious and anti-establishment sentiments.

Lord of the Flies:

Most who oppose this book claim the violence, language, and the implication that man is little more than an animal as the reasons. The book depicts a microcosm of society played out on an island populated by young boys stranded there and trying to survive. The struggle between good and evil and the exploration of human nature can force readers to examine themselves in ways that may not feel comfortable.

Brave New World:

Depicts adults dulling their senses with pacifying drugs and casual sex. What Huxley uses as a tool to illustrate what he felt was wrong with society is exactly what those opposed to the book latch on to when challenging it.

On the Road:

?

Frankenstein:

Indecent and obscene

Go Tell it on The Mountain:

The book has recurring themes of rape, masturbation, violence, and degrading treatment of women. “Rife with profanity and explicit sex.”

Member of the Wedding:

Inappropriate for younger students

1984:

The book has been banned in the past due to pro-communist sentiment and sexuality.

Gulliver’s Travels:

Political corruption, anti-war sentiments, and the injustices of colonization. Wicked and obscene.

Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl:

Parents have protested against this book as being too sexually charged, pornographic, and even claiming it was too depressing to be taught.

Invisible Man:

Profanity and images of violence and sexuality in the book and requested that it be removed from the reading list.

The Handmaid’s Tale:

Anti-Christian and pornographic.

The Inferno:

The Christian doctrine contained in the book and reference to Mohammed being in hell.

Monster:
Challenged for vulgar language, sexual explicitness, or violent imagery that is gratuitously employed.

Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian:
Offensive language and discussion of masturbation

Foreign exchange


Back to Brooklyn for the holiday weekend.

Joseph y yo tratamos de gastar un día hablando el uno al otro en español, pero fallamos. Su español lejos excede el mío, pero al final, había poco realmente podríamos decir sin gestos y frustración. (Uso a un traductor para escribir a máquina este, entonces no tengo ni idea si lo que escribo es correcto.)

Thursday, September 24, 2009

the little things

Two exciting events occurred at school today:

1. An email alert was sent out:
"A fox has been seen on school property. Per the DEC if the animal appears to have a glazed over look or be foaming at the mouth please take all children inside / keep far away."
I never saw the fox, but very much enjoyed the drama of it all.

2. I got to pull the fire alarm! We had a fire drill today and I was honored with the responsibility of pulling the alarm at exactly ten o'clock. I have to say that I may have built it up a little too much because by the time I actually fulfilled my obligation, I felt kind of bored by the whole thing. Still, at some point in every person's life, one should have the power to unite a population over the threat of a fire.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

new life


Today I saw a snake on the road near my house and I didn't jump or run away in fear.

Tonight I am trying to listen to each individual drop of rain as it hits my roof.