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Twice in the past day, I have heard students complain that they have to read materials that are over 50 years old. The first was a comment that, since the theory was old (it became popular in ancient Greece) that it is obviously no longer relevant to know today. The second was just a note that many of our readings in the course I TA were *gasp* over 50 years old. Seriously?

I could see how this might be a problem, if for example, we were in a genetics class, but we arn’t. This is an anthropology course on language. Anthropology itself is firmly rooted in the history of social science and philosophy, so if you plan to take one, you probably should expect to read something older than your parents. Besides that point, the “old” materials in our course are still theoretically relevant. It isn’t that these are ethnographic examples that harken back to the Trobriand islands (not that that would be a bad thing), but instead observations and ideas about language, that still highlight HOW we communicate.

Dear student(s),
In order to make the course(s) at our University more relevant, we will remove any material that were written before 1960. Gone are Kant, Plato, Darwin, and Einstein. Step away from any literature from before your time, put down that Tolkin! No hobbits for you. We might as well toss the Bible too, because that is MUCH older. To be on the safe side, we will also eliminate any readings or ideas from researchers who have based their ideas on any writings prior to 1960. No more Foucault or Chomsky. And to be fair, we should cancel any readings based on those readings that based their materials on things written before 1960. Ta da! We have now eleminated all reading and you wont have to even have to deal with any “old” things anymore.
Sincerely, Your Baffled TA

So I read this Salon article yesterday: Parenting secrets of a college professor and it keeps on a nagging me in an annoying way. Much to my better judgement I wanted to see if anyone in the comments had tried to argue with her, but instead there were a whole bunch of self righteous parents who agreed! Wha?

I understand the critique of the parent-professor. Her argument is that parents today are too over protective (as the “helicopter” metaphor suggests), which, according to her pop-psychology, leaves kid-adults too inept to deal with the world. Its not that I disagree with this argument in theory, but it just doesn’t match up to reality and it paints parent-children relationships in a very one dimensional (American-centric) manner.

First with “reality”:
Parent-Professor has all these great examples of over bearing parents who devote their lives to clearing the paths before their children, while also observing them. This is a epidemic, she seems to indicate. Parents are making it impossible for their children to learn! But as a teacher, working in the university system 6+ years, I have never actually come across any students who seemed to have this problem or at least told me about it. I have never had a parent contact me, except for the fact that many of my students are parents themselves. As a professor, Ms. Parent-Professor is taking the examples of a hand full and applying them to the whole. I seriously hope she doesn’t do her research like that! Instead she denies the probably more complex realities of varying degrees of parental involvement.

Second with one dimensional family characterization:
Parent-Professor seems to have this idea that there is one “best” way to interact with ones children. Her “hands off” approach is very white, very American, and very middle class. The idea that two parents raise a child and then that child severs ties with the parents to realize their own separate destiny is a relatively new ideology. World wide and historically, various familial living arrangements and interactions between family members have been the successful norm. People often went to live with their spouses’ family (or stayed with their own) when they got married, because the consolidation of resources and work makes sense. American society idealizes self reliance, but not everyone going to American universities is American or raised with the same self reliance norms.

I challenge our ideology of self reliance. I have a tiny immediate family, but I am probably a lot closer to them than a lot of families. My parents have been very helpful in supporting me with my education and I have helped them when they need it. Support is not always just them giving me stuff, but it is a relationship of generalized reciprocity, in which we help when we can help, in the ways that we can help. It is my job to take care of my parents when they are ill or recovering from surgery, just as I believe, it is my job to take care of them in their old age (avoiding retirement homes, unless they are severely incapacitated). Talking to my mother one day a week wont make my relationship with her stronger nor will it make my life better. I call her to say hi, to ask for advice and recipes, she is a resource. She usually knows what classes I am taking and my grades (even though those have not really changed for the past 15 years) not because she “has” to know, to keep me on track but because I am interested in sharing my life with her and it comes up in conversation. Its not about dominating or control, but about mutual caring.

I realize that some people might find my relationship with my family too overbearing. But that is their life, their family not mine. I get to choose how I want to live and I think by sharing and helping in my way, everyone in my family wins. Every family and relationship is different, some more than others, and maybe Parent-Professor has found a good balance for herself, but it is not necessarily “better” or the required norm. I do get that she was trying to suggest that parents need to give room for children to grow beyond their parents and to learn to survive in a world without them (they wont always be there), but I feel like her article went beyond that, maybe to dramatize it, and by doing that she denies the ways that parent-children relationships post-high school can be meaningful and close without being overbearing. On an ending note, I was reminded by reading her article, that in my undergraduate, I was thrilled that for the first time I was able to have a closer relationship with my father. He worked in the same town as I went to school and would get together for lunch every few weeks. In this case, going “away” meant that I could get to know my dad better.

Here are some of the many many wildflowers we saw along our hike today. Along with great views of mountains and very happy cows, our hike was a beautiful adventure.

Our Austrian Vacation

Austrian Vacation

Austrian Vacation

Austrian Vacation

Austrian Vacation

Austrian Vacation

Austrian Vacation

Austrian Vacation

Flowers of the Alps

Flowers of the Alps

Flowers of the Alps

Flowers of the Alps

For our yearly “holiday” (my birthday, B’s birthday and our wedding anniversary), we decided to travel to Austria. However, since we are quite close to Munich we decided to join in the festivities for Munich’s 853rd birthday today and head there for a bit of fun. At first the weather was terrible. It was pouring rain by the bucketfulls but eventually the skies cleared up and we were able to hang out in the sun for a bit before heading back to our lovely pension nestled in the Alps.
Our current home away from home has lovely views:
Morning Alps
I could wake up every day to this

View from our window
A view from our window

Despite the weather we managed to do many things I had never done in Munich before (my 3rd time, B’s 1st time). First we went to Marienplatz and listened to the prayer for the city by the Rathaus (in the rain) and then we wandered to the Frauenkirche, were we lit candles and said a small prayer to ourselves.
Ceiling of Frauenkirche Frauenkirche ceiling,
I love the design

Marienplatz & Rathaus
Evil looking clouds

After we left the Frauenkirche it was pouring down rain so hard my umbrella kept wanting to flip the wrong way, which is not what you want during a rainstorm! We went to the Weisse Bräuhaus, which is supposed to have invented (or made famous) unfiltered wheat beer and ate lunch. I had beer gulash and a beer/sprite mix (called a Radler) and B had Weinerschnitzel and two dark beers (one was an Eisbock) – we then wandered into its neighbor the Hofbräu for a peek (but no beers, we were beered out from lunch). It continued to rain and we dipped into the tiny Toy Museum where we got to see some neat toys and great views.

Sureal Munich
View from the Toy Museum

By the time we were finished there the weather cleared up beautifully and we were able to listen to some music as part of the birthday celebration (and B had a HB beer, although not at the HB haus).

With some time on our hands, a car, and beautiful weather we decided to hit up the Nymphenburg Palace, which is were the king of Bavaria used to hang out. The weather was lovely and we wandered the grounds before heading back to our Tirol home.

Its so big!
A “little” snack

Me & the Nymph
At Nymphenburg Palace

View from our window
Home sweet Home (for now)

As usual more photos here: My flickr

Perhaps I am old fashioned, but the amount of public proposal videos on Yahoo is really annoying me lately. I can’t imagine a worst way to propose to someone to marry you than in front of a whole bunch of people on TV. Seriously. I guess each couple knows what is best for themselves (or not), but to me proposals are something that is supposed to be intimate and honest. How can you have intimacy and honesty if you are trying to make your proposal the biggest splash out there?

Perhaps I am not the one to talk about marriage proposals, since, my own proposal was drawn out. First B and I agreed to get married (was this a proposal?) and then we looked for the ring and I picked out the one I liked, he bought it and then surprised me with the “official” proposal at Turlock reservoir. B and I often joke about the proposal, because when we were driving up there he kept feeling his leg. I was wondering what he was doing and asked. His response, “oh just feeling my muscles” and I bought it. When in truth he was so afraid that he would lose the ring in his pocket. We parked and it was a beautiful sunny day. Surprisingly there was no one there and we went for a walk along the reservoir – he pulled me out into the water, keeled and asked me to marry him with the ring. I remember that moment the sun was so bright it kept reflecting off the water and the ring, everything was so shiny. And… of course, I said yes.

Time has been flying so fast and my research project feels like it has gone into overdrive. In the last month I had a ton of interviews and I have a ton more coming in June. At the end of June, B and I are going to Austria for our birthdays and anniversary!! This year is my big 30 year and its hard to believe that I have really reached this age – I feel like I was a teen forever, but my 20s just flew by. B is celebrating his 33, which although not as exciting as 30, is equally as “round” in my book (double 3s!). We are also celebrating our 11th anniversary this year – which makes me proud, thankful and happy. I couldn’t imagine a better person with whom to spend my life. I always think about how suddenly we met and fell in love – it was and is such a wonderful feeling to have a best friend, a confidant, a lover, a teacher, a student and a husband all rolled up into one.

In the next month, besides celebrating our birthdays and anniversary, traveling to Austria (and hopefully Italy), I will be finishing up my research, which really feels like it just started. I told B that I am finally getting to enjoy living here and embracing it fully and now we have to leave. I know I haven’t left yet, but I am very happy that I was able to meet many new neat and interesting people and also hang on to old friends from my time here during the nineties.

From reading blogs (including my own), it seems to be a consistent theme of – “wow its been a long time since I updated, oops!” – I am trying instead to embrace a new “update when I can,” and not feel guilty about it ;) I did, however, start a pretty much daily blog called the Daily Humanist. My goal is to update everyday except Sundays and I’ve done pretty well with that. I was looking over my resolutions, which was kind of funny, because I had two – 1) exercise 3 times a week and 2) make 1 card a week. I picked one that I thought would be hard and one that would be easy, so that I could fail and still be able to do one easily. The funny thing is that I failed at my “easy” resolution – making one card a week – and have totally excelled at my exercising. I have started doing workouts 1-2 times a day, 5 days a week, not including our walks and hikes. I plan on jogging again when I get back to the states (something about jogging in a big city is kind of scary).

Next year is filled with lots of new anticipations. We look forward to moving back to our “little house,” joining a gym, B getting a job and me starting to write my dissertation. So exciting, its hard to believe that June is almost here!

B and I have been trying to do something new each sunday to really get the full effect of Berlin before we leave. This sunday they had a big flea/antique market, which B and I decided to go to. We ended up finding some neat things. Our big find was a large sewing storage box, that obviously belonged to someone from the former DDR. In addition to the fact that all types of items in the sewing box were made in places that were from the DDR times, there was a lot of evidence that the person who loved (and fixed) the box collected everything. She pulled zippers out of close, snipped buttons off of shirts. We even found a tape measure that had been so used that the person rewrote the numbers on the tape measure. It was a great find and it really told the story of a person who made sure to take care of clothes , fix clothes and if need be, make new clothing. We also bought a very heavy neat bell, that I especially liked. All in all it was a great adventure even if we had to cart the sewing box all around Berlin for the rest of the day.

Flea Marketing the flea market

Flea Marketing The sewing box

Flea Marketing the sewing box opened

Flea Marketing Filled with stuff

Flea Marketing and my bell

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