Stuff I’m Thankful for…

– my patient and loving wife, who gave up much to journey up here with me, and has been hard-working and upbeat in the face of my constant kvetching

– our quiet and well-lit kitchen, where I’ve often camped out to study (and where Asha enjoys hours of entertainment at the window)


Asha today, looking for some action

– long talks with Micah, who’s going through the same first-year PhD crap as me (added to which, he and Gina just had a baby!)

Bill Solomon’s class at UB, which has opened my mind to many thoughts and authors I never would have otherwise read

– long runs in Delaware Park

– the bulk candy section in Wegman’s

– the Essex Bar

Rust Belt Books and its owner, Kristy

– the Albright Knox and the new Burchfield Penney

– the amazing readings and events in Buffalo put on by the program and my classmates at UB

– the community here that’s been so welcoming to Tina and me

– snow?


Asha checks out the snow a few days ago

Happy Thanksgiving!

‘58 Bulls on ESPN

Just stumbled on this amazing story about the 1958 University at Buffalo Bulls football team. It’s rather long, but worth dipping into for the tale of why the team turned down an invite to the Tangerine Bowl that year — the only bowl invite in the school’s history, as it’s turned out.

My own sports story is that I’ve managed to slip into the finals of the intramural racquetball tournament here at UB. I’ll be playing a guy who looks like an absolute monster early next week for the title. For better or worse, I will be accepting the challenge. Wish me luck.

Building in Buffalo

Thanks to Tina for this New York Times story, with accompanying slide show, that details the historic architecture in Buffalo and local preservationists’ struggles to maintain it. Among the buildings mentioned are the Frank Lloyd Wright house and the Richardson Asylum, as well as the Olmsted parks.

Socialism at Work

OK, I’m not exactly sure how it works, and it’s probably not exactly socialism, but this morning some folks who looked just like this came and planted a tree in our front yard, along with a couple dozen others up and down our block. It was a wonderful bright spot of community greening on an otherwise dreary day. (Note too, in the above pictures, how bare the trees have gotten already since the last pictures I took.)

The tree they planted is a Canada Red Select Cherry; this is what it will eventually look like.

RIP Miriam Makeba, 1932-2008

South African jazz-folk singer Miriam Makeba died after collapsing on stage in Italy. A sad loss, especially at this moment when an African son has won the White House.

My knowledge of Makeba and her music is slight. Somehow she wound up on a recording I made of a jazz program on KPFA in Berkeley many years ago. I was trying to capture an extended Coltrane jam and the deejay threw in a few pieces by Makeba. It’s been a long time since I’ve listened to the tape — not even sure where it is! — but what I remember is the amazing voice of this woman, somehow melding free-form ideas from jazz with the highly structured and rhythmic stylings of African folk. I also admired how provocative she was, challenging her audience by providing the subversive back stories to the songs she sang. Farewell, Ms. Makeba.

Beautiful Day…

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As I write this it’s early afternoon and I’ve just returned from a walk with Q. up and down our street. The “foilage” is amazing, the weather is fine, so I brought the camera and snapped some photos. This will remind us how beautiful it was this late in the year.

Uncle Tom / Invisible Man

More from Invisible Man:

I turned away, bending and searching the dirty snow for anything missed by my eyes, and my fingers closed upon something resting in a frozen footstep: a fragile paper, coming apart with age, written in black ink grown yellow. I read: FREE PAPERS. Be it known to all men that my negro, Primus Provo, has been freed by me this sixth day of August, 1859. Signed: John Samuels. Macon. … I folded it quickly, blotting out the single drop of melted snow which glistened on the yellowed page, and dropped it back into the drawer. My hands were trembling, my breath rasping as if I had run a long distance or come upon a coiled snake in a busy street. It has been longer than that, further removed in time, I told myself, and yet I knew that it hadn’t been. I replaced the drawer in the chest and pushed drunkenly to the curb.

This juxtaposed with Ralph Nader’s comments re. Barack Obama on a radio show after the election:

“His choice, basically, is whether he’s going to be Uncle Sam for the people of this country or Uncle Tom for the giant corporations.”

– a remark he refused to back down from on Fox news the next day.

The first reaction, of course, is anger at Nader for once again pissing in the punchbowl, and with a racially insensitive epithet to boot. Yet his statement echoes an uneasiness I felt this afternoon, while discussing Invisible Man in class and drawing the obvious parallels with this historic moment. I couldn’t help hearing the voice of the nameless narrator’s grandfather, the one who constantly chides him for talking like the white man, thinking like the white man, acting like the white man… Nader is wrong, wrong, wrong, but he’s also right. Wrong because this is a historic moment, a breakthrough not only for African-Americans but Americans and America itself… a long-awaited release and relief from the political nightmare I felt the country entering exactly eight years ago. We all deserve some time to celebrate and savor the moment and reflect on what it means. And Obama deserves some time to assemble his cabinet and begin the tremendous job of repairing the government that lies before him, before the criticism starts pouring in.

Right because — unfortunately, tragically — we are all invisible men (and women). We have allowed ourselves, as I heard a caller on NPR mention today, to be transformed from citizens to consumers. Corporate capitalism is the nebulous “they” (though there are other forces; even this is simplistic, I know) that has hypnotized and brainwashed us and made us unable to think and act as subjects and as part of a cohesive community in a scary world. A classmate today said that she thinks the “socialist” tag is so scary because we have come to believe that money and things are physically a part of us. Obama is a bright and hopeful new voice, but he is also a politician and the head of a party that has done little or nothing to serve the people for far too long. It’s legitimate to wonder if he will change that.

We must keep these questions in mind and hold the new government accountable for following through on the change we need. But for now, it’s time to relax a little bit, and enjoy the promise of that change.

[edit] And on the lighter side:


Obama Win Causes Obsessive Supporters To Realize How Empty Their Lives Are