“The only way to have a friend is to be one,” Ralph Waldo
Emerson
Whenever Jeopardy has a category about
nineteenth century authors, it’s almost certain that either Emerson or Henry
David Thoreau’s name will show up. Only
slightly less frequently are Harriet Beecher Stowe (“Uncle Tom’s Cabin”) and
Herman Melville (“Moby Dick”).
At IU Northwest
Thursday three programs occurred simultaneously at midday. Motivational speaker Chaz Pitts-Kyser (above), author
of “Careeranista: The Woman’s Guide to Success,” conducted a session sponsored
by James Wallace’s Office of Diversity and Multicultural Affairs entitled “The
Only One in the Room.” The term could
apply to a woman, an African American, or, in her case, both. A Student Affairs “Soup and Substance” discussion
of Andrew Carroll’s “Operation Homecoming: Iraq, Afghanistan, and the Home
Front, in the Words of U.S. Troops and Their Families” took place in Savannah gallery, featuring speakers from Veterans’ Life Changing Services. I elected to attend a Brown Bag event
organized by Chris Young’s Teaching and Learning Center (CISTL) to hear Vice
Chancellor Mark L. McPhail speak about “Rhetorical Warriorship.” The intriguing title reminded me of the
African-American street-corner practice of “doing
the dozens” or trading trash talk.
Arriving early, I told Chris Young, “You’re
the only one in the room,” a take-off on the title of Chaz Pitts-Kyser’s
workshop. I don’t think he got the
reference.
Mark McPhail (above) has
specialized in both Communication and English Composition, plus he holds a
black belt in martial arts. A
traditionalist when it comes to composition pedagogy, he is critical of so-called
expressionists more interested in the process of discovery than grammatical standards. I asked what he thought of primary school
teachers who encouraged kids to write with little regard for correct spelling
or grammar. Not much, he replied. He once taught a class that combined writing
and martial arts. For the first hour
“warriors” did physical exercises; then they’d write 50-minute essays that
McPhail critiqued with, as the expression goes, a fine-toothed comb (to get rid of nits in one's hair),
seeing that they followed proper principles of rhetoric and rewarding those who
did it with flair. McPhail impressed me as someone who cared
deeply about academic standards.
At Hobart Lanes the Engineers won
two of three from Just Friends, a team that included Doris Guth, John Gonzales,
a guy who danced a jig each time he struck, and Dennis Cavanaugh sporting a 195
average. Thankfully it’s a 100% handicap
league. In my best game, a 157, I left
four ten-pins and converted only one. I’m
still getting used to the synthetic lane surfaces. In the final frame 83 year-old Frank Shufran
doubled to win the third game for us.
Walking from the
parking lot a couple hundred yards ahead of me, Associate Director of
Development Leeann Wright (above) asked if I were going to the library and waited for
me. She vowed that this year’s IUN
Philanthropy Week will have even more sizzle than last year, when Chancellor Lowe
and Chuck Gallmeier dressed up as the Blues Brothers.
On a beautiful Friday
afternoon Dave Serynek took former Porter Acres softball teammate Paulie Van
Wormer and me out on his boat on Lake Louise in Valparaiso. When he first asked if I wanted to go out on
the lake, I thought he meant lake Michigan. We passed kayakers and a water
skier, and I gaped at waterfront mansions that had to be worth millions. We reminisced about the time 13 of us went to
the Bahamas and some of the characters we used to party with. Paulie reported on the death of 76 year-old
James “Fat Cat” Clemons, a member of the Wanderers Motorcycle Club. “I’m
surprised he lived that long,” Dave said.
Paulie refuses to work on Veterans Day and, expressing dissatisfaction
with both Democrats and Republicans, claimed he was going to vote for the
Libertine Party. Pretty funny. He
reported that 13 cyclists died during the August rally in Sturgis, South Dakota. Over 150 crashes occurred. The number of DUIs was down, however, just
220 compared to 257 a year ago.
Sturgis, South Dakota
Dave returned a
David Burner biography of Herbert Hoover and is reading Jean Edward Smith’s
“FDR,” considered the best one-volume book about the four-term, thirty-second
President. Dave noticed my University of
Kwa-Zulu-Natal t-shirt that I had purchased in Pietermaritzburg, South Africa,
during a 2002 oral history conference. One
highlight was a performance of a couple dozen young female Zulu dancers, who
were topless, to the considerable discomfort of some feminist
scholars. For the outing I had
worn a Hawaiian shirt on top of it, inspired by James’ example for theme dress
week at Portage High School, but left it in the car since it was so warm outside.
At Camelot Lanes
Saturday to watch James bowl, Kevin Horn invited us to son Kaiden’s fourteenth
birthday party. It turns out the Horns
live in Sherwood Forest just blocks from Dave and Barbara Serynek. Previously they lived two doors down from
Paulie Van Wormer, who ten years ago was my horseshoes partner at a party Kevin
hosted. Small world.
President Obama made
the cover of Rolling Stone because of
his trip to Alaska to dramatize the effects of global warming. The first President to visit the Arctic
Circle, he expressed regret that he couldn’t spend two weeks in America’s “Last
Frontier State” like Warren G. Harding did in 1923.
What he didn’t mention is that Harding died shortly afterwards.
IUN Biologist
Spencer Cortwright provided this campus nature news:
I recently found a discarded hiking boot in
the prairie north of campus. I tossed it
on the sidewalk along Broadway to ensure I'd remember to throw it out, but out
of the boot popped a prairie vole! It
didn't want to leave the boot, so I thought there must be young inside the boot
and sure enough there were (see picture below), one of which ran around outside
the boot (see picture). It got back in
the boot and the boot was replaced in the prairie.
Voles
eat grasses, roots, seeds, and some insects.
They are food for hawks, owls, foxes, coyotes, snakes, etc.
Later in
the year, when the young are out of the house, I'll finally get rid of the
boot. But for now it's not Mother
Hubbard in the boot, but Mother Vole and her young! I should actually say Mother and Father,
because prairie voles have just about the highest fidelity in the realm of
mammals!
Sunday routine
included gaming with Dave and Tom (we each won a game), a spaghetti dinner with
Dave’s family, and football on TV. The pace
of NFL games, given the endless commercials, coach’s challenges, and record
number of penalties, is painfully slow.
Dave and I were switching channels to catch three games simultaneously,
and as often as not, there were stops in the action of all three of them. To make matters worse, the Bears were beyond
awful, getting shut out and ending each possession with a punt, first time that
happened in franchise history. Toni and
I, excited by the discovery of water on mars, were looking forward to observing a lunar eclipse, but clouds obscured the
phenomenon. In West Virginia, however,
Ray Smock photographed the event.
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