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Six things about me

I’ve been tagged by garychapelhill of Electric Blues [1] for a free-floating list. At least, he made it free, and that’s how I’ll take it. So, forthwith, six of the infinite moments that shape me.

1) When I was almost six my family moved to the US from Australia. Until the boat people started arriving, I was one of the last immigrants who’d literally stepped off the boat. That trip was an eyeopener because my family were all sea sick, confined-to-the-cabin type of sea sick. (Those were the days before good drugs for that.) I, however, was not sea sick. So I and the other rugrats on the boat tore all over the place without adult supervision. I went to meals by myself. I did everything on my own. And I never forgot the view from outside, the understanding of the size and weight of authority, and what it was good for and what it wasn’t. Yes, I was a weird five year-old.

2) At sixteen I got early admission to college. The sixties were at the height of their fever (which didn’t happen until quite late in the sixties, actually). I can’t say I was that big on rock-n-roll. But the other two elements of the series were right up my street. Having dived into them, and having had a wonderful time, it became impossible to understand why people would tie themselves in knots trying to avoid sex or drugs. Because, let’s face it, the roots of conservatism in the US have nothing to do with small budgets or small government. It’s all about bottling up sex. (Well, part of it is about having somebody else pay taxes, but that’s another matter.) Now that I’d seen both sides of the issue, the bottling process looked really stupid. It was a useless waste that caused huge suffering. And it robs people, men as well as women, of real highs. Coming you can do in hell, but you can’t find joy there.

3) A couple of years later, I set off on a journey to visit Australia via an overland trip across the breadth of Eurasia. Afghanistan still had a king. It was a long time ago. Of the thousands of windows onto other worlds that I saw, one in particular blew me away for the rest of my life.

I travelled around India by train quite a bit. There were desperately poor people everywhere, and also around train stations. Plenty of people seemed to spend their lives on embankments. My train was pulling out of a huge station (Delhi?) in that leisurely way Indian trains had. It would go a few feet, then stop for a breather. I was leaning out the window, looking at nothing in particular, eating one of a bunch of bananas I’d bought for the trip. I threw the skin down to join some other trash on the gravel of the embankment. (Hey, it’s biodegradable and I was young and foolish.) A little boy of about six with curly black hair and no clothes to speak of swooped out of nowhere and pounced on the skin. He started chewing on the kind-of edible layer on the inside, and grinned at me with complete delight.

I can still see him.

I passed down the rest of the bunch of bananas. I have never again had the same definition of what it means to be poor, or to really need something.

4) Teaching puts you under strong constraints, or it does if you care. It’s not enough to impart the material. You also have to be scrupulously fair about it. You have to treat everyone equally, even if they’re, oh, I don’t know, something completely beyond the pale. Republicans, for instance. I’d been teaching college biology for a number of years, doing my best as far as the fairness thing goes.

And then I met my match. Before, I’d always been able to concentrate on the person and ignore rudeness, weirdness, and all the rest. (Believe me, for rude weirdness, few things beat college freshmen, except maybe high school seniors.) This particular guy wasn’t rude, but he was weirder than a palm tree in a polka dot dress. He was anorexic, cross-eyed, and painfully shy. His remedy for the shyness was to get as many piercings as possible and to dye some of his hair.

So far, so good. I could deal with that. No problem. But for some reason he’d taken one lock of hair right at the top of his forehead and curled it into a long spiral that hung down to the middle of his nose. It was right at the focal point of where his eyes crossed. And he’d dyed it green. It was too much. If I looked at him, I’d find myself staring at that lock of hair in just plain fascinated horror. When I talked to him I had to gaze into the distance over the top of his head, as if I was thinking deep thoughts.

5) Speaking of teaching, I guess doing your job doesn’t normally count as liberal cred, but, well, it’s all I’ve got, really. It was my job to present the facts — that’s one of the advantages to being in the sciences — and it’s well known that the facts have a liberal bent. I didn’t blink that connection. I made sure the students understood not only the facts, but what they meant. I’m the teacher whatshisname (Horowitz?), the guy who thinks academia spawns liberals, warned you about. And I’m proud of it.

6) Last, and least given how much impact voting has, I didn’t vote for the empty suit. Every authority on the planet — political, media, peers, the whole damn boiling of them — had all been hopenotized. But being liberal means you don’t just take the word of someone in authority. You think for yourself. And the facts in that case had an alarmingly anti-hopeful bent. So, yes, this last sad thing counts as a liberal feather in some cap or other.

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The final part of this process is supposed to be tagging someone else. Somehow that feels like taking a liberty, but what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I have no idea how you do these things, so there’s no reason to think my tag-ees will even know about it, but here they are:

Violet Socks at Reclusive Leftist [2]
Heidi Li at the Potpourri [3]
Alegre at Alegre’s Corner [4]
congogirl [5]
Elliott Joseph at Gray Matters [6]
New Hampster at partizane [7]

(That was fun, Gary! Do you know, this is the first time in my life I’ve ever answered to this kind of thing. I don’t promise I’ll ever get my act together a second time, but this was fun.)

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3 Comments To "Six things about me"

#1 Comment By garychapelhill On 20 Jan, 2009 @ 18:01

I’ve found that no matter how small we think our ego is, not that many of us have a hard time talking about ourselves 🙂 But its also a lot of fun to find out new unexpected things about people that you know too. I taught freshmen Spanish when I was in grad school, but having taught high school too, I’ll take the green haired pincushion over a smart ass 15 year old any day. Glad you had fun, and thanks for sharing!

#2 Comment By brynn On 27 Jan, 2009 @ 19:22

Wow–about many things, but especially the banana peel. I read one of the websites that start with something like, “Imagine the world is a village with 100 people,” and go on to say, “If you own a refrigerator, keep you clothes in a closet, and sleep in a bed, you are richer than 75% of the other people.” That really stuck with me.

Oh, btw, I’ve been thinking alot about our differences over the current occupant of the WH. I’m increasingly worried that you were right. In response to Republican pressure, Obama just leaned on congressional Democrats to remove contraception from the stimulus package. Sickening. At the same time, I think McCain/Palin would have been worse. What a sad state of affairs that these were our only choices.

#3 Comment By quixote On 28 Jan, 2009 @ 09:37

McCain/Palin would have been worse

Probably. There were no good choices. I think, more than anything, that’s what drives me screaming yellow zonkers: it didn’t have to be this way If we didn’t have venal media, if we didn’t have a rigged electoral process, if all elections were limited to federal financing, if, if, if . . . . There are probably geniuses limited to city councils right now who could be Congressfolk and Presidents and do it RIGHT.