December 5th, 2004

Hardly Getting Over It

The Cal-Southern Mississippi game yesterday evening was covered by a two-man ESPN crew with a decidedly Southern bias. The color commentator was particularly bad. Several times during the telecast he made jokes about the strange people you see when you're in Berkeley, interspersing them with yet another clear indication that Texas is far more deserving of a BCS berth than the Bears. The capper was when he and the play-by-play guy were praising some Southern Mississippi player from some small town with "bayou" in its name. They noted that there wouldn't be any "tie-dye shirts" in a place like that, suggesting that the solid citizens of that town wouldn't stand for such nonsense. I was enraged at the time. Afterwards, though, I realized that the game taught me a politically useful lesson. Despite the absurdly long string of conservative victories in the United States since Ronald Reagan won the presidency, many Americans still fear the legacy of the 1960s enough to take pleasure in having it mocked on national television. Indeed, it almost seems that, in a roundabout way, it is they who are keeping the hope for radical change alive by allowing it to haunt their words and deeds. Even if I can't stand to hear Berkeley made fun of, then, I should take consolation in the fact that things would be even worse if the fun-making stopped. Maybe I should start wearing tie-dye to my classes, so I can take solace in the laughter directed my way.
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    the washing machine


Today was a pretty good day, all in all. Kim was under the weather, which can make things hard. But she persevered. And I did my best to overcome my impatience at her fever-induced impatience. The highlight for me was the father-daughter trip to the JCC's B'sghetti Bash. It's nice to have some bonding time over the weekend, usually dominated by Skylar's compulsion to test the limits of her high-performance mothership. Anyone interested in the doings around here of late, particularly where the Bean is concerned. Should go to kdotdammit's blog entries for today, which are filled with photos and commentary. When the content is that rich, it even makes me jealous of the life in the family documented there. Good thing it's mine.
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    the Soleri bell outside the kitchen window

The Ghost of Holidays Past

I was about to post a rousing "Fuck Texas!" entry when a disturbing image flashed across my memory screen. I'm at the 2003 MLA, wandering around the lobby of the Hyatt, and I keep seeing people wearing that pale rusty orange long favored by "Bloods" and their blue-hating Latino brethren. And then I realize that the Longhorns are in San Diego along with me. It's Holiday Bowl time.

Despite having complained bitterly about getting shut out of the BCS because Kansas State beat the shit out of Oklahoma, Texas went on to lose to unsung Washington State. This year, they're headed to the Rose Bowl, where I'm hoping Michigan plasters them. But I won't be in Pasadena -- even though I have a place to stay -- because Cal has more class than Texas. It does sound like divine providence. Unfortunately, it's sort that put W in the White House. So, yes, "Fuck Texas!"
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    that bell again