The Lost Languages, Found in New York

While there is no precise count, some experts believe New York is home to as many as 800 languages — far more than the 176 spoken by students in the city’s public schools or the 138 that residents of Queens, New York’s most diverse borough, listed on their 2000 Census forms.

In an alternate universe, where I chose the Linguist skill tree instead of the Librarian skill tree, I travel to New York and learn all the lullabies.

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three strange days

My friend Adam — who could not possibly know how great he is, he is just that great — put this song on a mixtape he made for me sometime around two decades ago. Though the tape has long been lost, I still listen to this song because it reminds me of a time when all of my days were strange, and yet I made it through, and will make it through again, and will keep on making it through until there is no longer a through or an it or a make.

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Sometimes my perspective gets all hazy. I am lucky to have your words to nudge me back to center.  I am lucky to have a partner who waits out the whinging and two cats who are reliably cuddly and long-suffering.  I am lucky, don’t think I don’t know it; I just forget it sometimes.

Now it is time to put these words away and play in the kitchen.

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favorite and least favorite words poll results

I promised to share the results of my informal poll, so here they are …

Favorite: foible.

Least favorite: moist and phlegm.

Here is the spreadsheet, if you are curious.  I was intrigued by the fact that both “moist” and “phlegmatic” were on the favorite words list.

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The Only Four Chords You Will Ever Need

Axis of Awesome demonstrates the pop-hit power of these four chords. (via my personal Rock Band heroes, C&R)

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someone here smells like barbecue sauce

This was transcribed from my paper journal.

26 April 2010. Waiting at Civic Center for the train home.

I thought I might make it to writing group tonight, but my head is pounding. Pounding, pounding; it must be stress. My life has become this dull spiral of stress and sickness and waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hate waiting for components of wedding planning, of grad school apps. I never know where the edges are, when things are finished. I throw myself outwards but I’m on a rubber cord so I bounce right back in.

Someone here smells like barbecue sauce. I am sitting on the round marble bench I never sit on because I am tired and my head throbs with the train sounds. Here is my train but it is full. I could press myself into it but that thought makes me queasy. Still so claustrophobic; see, it wasn’t a phase. No more trains. I will wait. As ever. Always waiting. The fact of it is depressing. All I do is wait. At work, I wait for someone to come up to me and say something and then I can help them. I am so fucking sick of waiting.

I am angry almost all the time, if I think about it. I try not to think about it. If I focus on how I am feeling, it is all just anger. I am angry at ignorant people, at Facebook, at cliques, at the apparent death of SFlickr. I am angry when I am talked to and angry when I am not talked to enough. I am angry about how okay it is to not know anything about the future of my job. I am angry at all the people who write terrible things about city workers, that we should all lose our jobs, that we are all useless and stupid. I am angry at the sound of someone spitting on the sidewalk. This in particular enrages me, and whenever it happens, I split down the middle: one half imagines turning around and screaming at the spitter, and the other half stares at the first half, curious as to why this makes her so crazy.

Crazy, crazy. That word is everywhere in my head. So many things are crazy. All this petty anger is crazy. Crazy. The word itself is a loose handle, something that cannot be held for long. How does a person smell like barbecue sauce? As soon as I write this, I do not want to know the answer.

I remember days separated by small mistakes and triumphs instead of headaches, stomachaches. Will it be head or gut today? I will replace both with feathers. No one will know the difference.

Imagine: Protest, Insurgency and the Workings of White Privilege

April 25, 2010, 8:33 am

Let’s play a game, shall we? The name of the game is called “Imagine.” The way it’s played is simple: we’ll envision recent happenings in the news, but then change them up a bit. Instead of envisioning white people as the main actors in the scenes we’ll conjure-the ones who are driving the action-we’ll envision black folks or other people of color instead. The object of the game is to imagine the public reaction to the events or incidents, if the main actors were of color, rather than white. Whoever gains the most insight into the workings of race in America, at the end of the game, wins.

So let’s begin.

Imagine that hundreds of black protesters were to descend upon Washington DC and Northern Virginia, just a few miles from the Capitol and White House, armed with AK-47s, assorted handguns, and ammunition. And imagine that some of these protesters–the black protesters–spoke of the need for political revolution, and possibly even armed conflict in the event that laws they didn’t like were enforced by the government. Would these protesters–these black protesters with guns–be seen as brave defenders of the Second Amendment, or would they be viewed by most whites as a danger to the republic? What if they were Arab-Americans? Because, after all, that’s what happened recently when white gun enthusiasts descended upon the nation’s capital, arms in hand, and verbally announced their readiness to make war on the country’s political leaders if the need arose.

Imagine that white members of Congress, while walking to work, were surrounded by thousands of angry black people, one of whom proceeded to spit on one of those congressmen for not voting the way the black demonstrators desired. Would the protesters be seen as merely patriotic Americans voicing their opinions, or as an angry, potentially violent, and even insurrectionary mob? After all, this is what white Tea Party protesters did recently in Washington.

Imagine that a black rap artist were to say, in reference to a white politician and presidential candidate: “He’s a piece of shit and I told him to suck on my machine gun.” And what would happen to any prominent liberal commentator who then, when asked about that statement, replied that the rapper was a friend and that he (the commentator) would not disavow or even criticize him for his remarks. Because that’s what rocker Ted Nugent said in 2007 about Barack Obama, and that’s how Sean Hannity responded to Nugent’s remarks when he was asked about them.

Imagine that a prominent mainstream black political commentator had long employed an overt bigot as Executive Director of his organization, and that this bigot regularly participated in black separatist conferences, and once assaulted a white person while calling them by a racial slur. When that prominent black commentator and his sister–who also works for the organization–defended the bigot as a good guy who was misunderstood and “going through a tough time in his life” would anyone accept their excuse-making? Would that commentator still have a place on a mainstream network? Because that’s what happened in the real world, when Pat Buchanan employed as Executive Director of his group, America’s Cause, a blatant racist who did all these things, or at least their white equivalents: attending white separatist conferences and attacking a black woman while calling her the n-word.

Imagine that a black radio host were to suggest that the only way to get promoted in the administration of a white president is by “hating black people,” or that a prominent white person had only endorsed a white presidential candidate as an act of racial bonding, or blamed a white president for a fight on a school bus in which a black kid was jumped by two white kids, or said that he wouldn’t want to kill all conservatives, but rather, would like to leave just enough–”living fossils” as he called them–”so we will never forget what these people stood for.” After all, these are things that Rush Limbaugh has said, about Barack Obama’s administration, Colin Powell’s endorsement of Barack Obama, a fight on a school bus in Belleville, Illinois in which two black kids beat up a white kid, and about liberals, generally.*

Imagine that a black pastor, formerly a member of the U.S. military, were to declare, as part of his opposition to a white president’s policies, that he was ready to “suit up, get my gun, go to Washington, and do what they trained me to do.” This is, after all, what Pastor Stan Craig said recently at a Tea Party rally in Greenville, South Carolina.

Imagine a black radio talk show host gleefully predicting a revolution by people of color if the government continues to be dominated by the rich white men who have been “destroying” the country, or if said radio personality were to call Christians or Jews non-humans, or say that when it came to conservatives, the best solution would be to “hang ‘em high.” And what would happen to any congressional representative who praised that commentator for “speaking common sense” and likened his hate talk to “American values?” After all, those are among the things said by radio host and best-selling author Michael Savage, predicting white revolution in the face of multiculturalism, or said by Savage about Muslims and liberals, respectively. And it was Congressman Culbertson, from Texas, who praised Savage in that way, despite his hateful rhetoric.

Imagine a black political commentator suggesting that the only thing the guy who flew his plane into the Austin, Texas IRS building did wrong was not blowing up Fox News instead. This is, after all, what Anne Coulter said about Tim McVeigh, when she noted that his only mistake was not blowing up the New York Times.

Imagine that a popular black liberal website posted comments about the daughter of a white president, calling her “typical redneck trash,” or a “whore” whose mother entertains her by “making monkey sounds.” After all that’s comparable to what conservatives posted about Malia Obama on freerepublic.com last year, when they referred to her as “ghetto trash.”

Imagine that black protesters at a large political rally were walking around with signs calling for the lynching of their congressional enemies. Because that’s what white conservatives did last year, in reference to Democratic party leaders in Congress.

In other words, imagine that even one-third of the anger and vitriol currently being hurled at President Obama, by folks who are almost exclusively white, were being aimed, instead, at a white president, by people of color. How many whites viewing the anger, the hatred, the contempt for that white president would then wax eloquent about free speech, and the glories of democracy? And how many would be calling for further crackdowns on thuggish behavior, and investigations into the radical agendas of those same people of color?

To ask any of these questions is to answer them. Protest is only seen as fundamentally American when those who have long had the luxury of seeing themselves as prototypically American engage in it. When the dangerous and dark “other” does so, however, it isn’t viewed as normal or natural, let alone patriotic. Which is why Rush Limbaugh could say, this past week, that the Tea Parties are the first time since the Civil War that ordinary, common Americans stood up for their rights: a statement that erases the normalcy and “American-ness” of blacks in the civil rights struggle, not to mention women in the fight for suffrage and equality, working people in the fight for better working conditions, and LGBT folks as they struggle to be treated as full and equal human beings.

And this, my friends, is what white privilege is all about. The ability to threaten others, to engage in violent and incendiary rhetoric without consequence, to be viewed as patriotic and normal no matter what you do, and never to be feared and despised as people of color would be, if they tried to get away with half the shit we do, on a daily basis.

Game Over.

*(Denver Post December 29, 1995)

I thought this was important enough to repost in its entirety. Thanks to many different people who linked to it.

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The Trustworthiness of Beards

How to Opt Out of Facebook’s New Instant Personalization

I wouldn’t have known about the second part of the latest changes had I not read this article. Thanks, Librarian by Day! (via JDS)

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poll: your favorite and least favorite words

I am working on writing relevant titles instead of clever ones. Bear with me!

What is your favorite word? What is your least favorite word? Names count.

Respond somewhere I will read it, and I will share the results — and my choices — in a week.

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Deal with unions preserves S.F. jobs

Up to 500 city workers could lose their jobs under a tentative deal Mayor Gavin Newsom reached Tuesday with union leaders as the city tries to close a projected $483 million budget deficit.

The two-year deal, which allows far fewer layoffs than the 1,500 or more that officials had been contemplating, also calls for an unprecedented shutdown of nonessential city services in the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. It covers about 20 unions and more than 90 percent of city workers, including nurses, clerks, librarians, engineers, firefighters and others.

Read the rest at sfgate.com.

Now you know what I know.

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