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Goooooooooooaaaaaaaal!

Tell me you don’t hear a soccer announcer’s voice in your head.

So yesterday was the Iron(wo)man at the school where I teach.  Now, it’s nowhere close to a real Ironman: we only swim five hundred meters and run two and a half miles.  But it was still tough.  I was the only staff member who did it last year (with no training); I mostly did it just to see if I could.  This year, I invited my fellow staff-members to join me.  We had nine people this year, with six of them partnering up (with one swimming, one running), and we turned it into a fundraiser for our new multimedia center on campus.

I’m not sure how much money we raised yet, but I’m so happy that I got that many people to get out there for a good cause.  It’s a nice feeling of solidarity to set a goal and have other people right there with you working toward that same goal.  I started lightly training for this back in February, and aside from the money we raised and the feeling of accomplishment and pride I have, an ancillary benefit was the fact that during training I gained about twenty pounds of muscle.

I’m big on setting reasonable goals for myself.  I like having that marker on the horizon to look toward when I’m heading down the road.  I encourage everyone to think about a goal to reach–whether it is mental or physical–and set up a plan to train for it and achieve it.

I promise you: it will only make you hungry for more.

Loud and Proud

I know, I know: it’s another one of the Seven Deadlies.  It cometh before a fall.  The god of the Bible abhors it (though he seems to have a whole lot of it).

Yep, it’s pride.

And our society has an ambivalent attitude toward it, thanks in part to all of the cliches and scripture we hear and read about it.  We’ve created an assessment system that forces kids to compete with one another; we tell them to achieve, achieve, achieve.

But don’t talk about it.

I’ve always done okay in school.  I got decent marks throughout my academic career as a kid.  Nothing stellar, but I was raised in a home that valued learning and conversation and intellectualism.  My mom said to me once, “We expect A’s and B’s.  A C isn’t the end of the world, but you can do better.”  I was never under an intense amount of pressure to perform academically, and I was a happy kid.  I could have been pushed harder; I could have achieved more in academics.  But I have no regrets.

When I got to university, I decided that it was go-time: my parents were paying for me to go to school, and I knew I wanted to go to grad school, so I would need the grades.  My parents put zero pressure on me.  And the result?  I got straight A’s in my major.

But I never talked about it.  I never told anyone.

I remember a poetry class that I was in as an undergraduate.  The professor was a notoriously hard grader. When we all got our first papers back, there were groans all across the room.  One guy, a creative writing major, said, “I’ve never gotten a C on a paper on my life!”   I had my paper on my desk; I read the comments and got to the grade.  I got an A.  People were comparing papers, reading the comments and trying to make sense of their grades.  The guy next to me said, “What’d you get?”  I was embarrassed–yeah, embarrassed–to tell him.

Why?

I should have been proud.  My students are great, some of the smartest and highest achieving kids in the country.  While my school is an academic magnet, my students are multifaceted, creating wonderful music and beautiful works of art.  They don’t have trouble with much.  But when it comes to talking about themselves and their achievements, they clam up.  They can’t do it.

It’s time that we started teaching our kids that it’s okay to be proud about their achievements and it’s okay to talk about it.  I’m not talking about being braggadocious.  But I don’t think it’s bragging if you can back it up with concrete evidence.  Saying I got straight A’s is not bragging: it’s a fact.  I worked very, very hard to do what I did.  It wasn’t a god; it wasn’t my parents.  If I say that I am better than other people due to this…  That’s over the top.

Well, you know what?  I am better than other people.

And I’m willing to say so.

The Cycle of Fashion

I’m doing a film analysis unit with my seniors, and we’re currently watching Rebel Without a Cause.

I’ve watched it a number of times before, but this time I was paying attention to what all the characters are wearing.  Of course there’s the classic red windbreaker that James Dean wears.  But he’s also wearing a skinny tie in the opening scene.  A bunch of the characters have their jeans rolled up; they wear leather bomber jackets and boots.

It’s nothing revelatory, but I always find it interesting when I can see direct examples of fashion coming around full circle.  Everywhere I look, guys are rolling up their pant legs.  Just a small example of the cyclical nature of fashion.

But I’ll say it again: style is the foundation of fashion.  James Dean is a style icon, one among many men have had throughout the decades from whom we can all take notes.

It’s Only Just Begun

For the past month or so, I haven’t been able to sleep past about five-fifteen in the morning.

I’m usually pretty good at waking up and then falling immediately back to sleep, but not so as of late.  I wake up in the five o’clock hour, eyes wide, brain humming, body restless.  I wonder if it’s some sort of biological reaction, if my body is getting me ready to rise at all hours of the night and morning to take care of my soon-to-be-born baby.

I’m lucky enough to have a friend who just had a baby, so I get to hold her and practice looking lovingly down at a newborn.  I’m so excited at this point that I feel like my head might explode; my fiance is also very excited (and she looks like her belly might explode).  Our due date is in three weeks from tomorrow, so as of tomorrow, our little Bryn Autumn is officially full-term, which means she could be here any moment.

I am trying my damnedest to focus on my work as I hit the home stretch to summer (THREE MORE WEEKS!!!), but it’s tough when my mind is constantly with my baby(s).  For awhile I was scared, but now I’m at peace with the whole situation.  My friend asked me the other day if I’m ready to be a dad.  I’m not sure anyone is fully ready, even if he thinks he is, but I’m as ready as I possibly can be.

Bring on dirty diapers, feedings every two hours, crying that could wake the dead.

I’ll take it all for the chance to gaze into my daughter’s face.

Function Over Fashion

I don’t remember when I first heard my mom use this line, but I do remember asking her what it meant.  She said, “It means that sometimes you have to sacrifice looking good to get things done efficiently.”

I’ve thought about this line again and again as I’ve grown older, especially as I’ve grown more conscious of how I appear to the outside world.  Now, I know that there are times when we must, for the sake of expediency or efficiency, look like dopes.   I don’t think I look good in a wetsuit, but when I surf in water that is fifty-seven degrees, you better believe I will be wearing one.

But for the most part, I do think it’s possible to be both functional and fashionable.  For a long time, I carried a North Face backpack to work because it was convenient and comfortable.  Finally, my fiance stated matter-of-factly (after giving me grief for it) that she would no longer go anywhere with me if I wore it.  I could continue to use it, but she would have no part of it.  Funny how fast I went and got a messenger bag.  And, as usual, she was right.  The bag looked way classier than my backpack, and it also held more stuff.   Fashionable? Check.  Functional?  Check.

I believe that paying attention to style performs more abstract functions, such as setting one apart in a crowd, impressing people who are paying attention, and giving a person more self-confidence.  All of these bring with them functional benefits, though less obvious than the superficial physical functions.

So next time you are about to leave the house wearing your running shoes to work, consider whether you might not have comfortable shoes that also look decent; next time you’re about to go anywhere but the gym wearing sweatpants, take two freakin’ seconds to put on jeans.  Your running shoes sure are functional; your sweatpants sure are comfortable.  But fashionable?

I doubt it.

A Civil Conversation

I’ve been having an interesting, engaging conversation with a fellow blogger, Simple Theologian, over the past couple weeks.  I invite you to take a look if you get a chance: http://simplifiedtheology.wordpress.com/2012/05/20/wisdom-oh-what-foolishness/comment-page-1/#comment-64

The only way we’re ever going to understand each other is by communicating in the (admittedly limited) ways we have available to us. I, for one, am not optimistic about a lasting world peace, but on the small scale, we can avoid hurt feelings and expand our understanding by talking and listening.

“Vanity, Vanity, All is Vanity!”

  For those of you expecting a post on Ecclesiastes, I’m terribly sorry to disappoint you.  I love Ecclesiastes, and I recommend reading it, but, alas, this a post on vanity.

  It’s one of the seven deadlies, but, like the others on the list, it’s only negative if you let it control your life.  I do believe that vanity is at the root of many of our actions, often unconsciously.  If you’re new to my writings, let me tell you up front: I don’t believe in sin, so you’ll get no preaching from me (in that respect).  Vanity can actually be quite a positive force in our lives.

  I exercise five days a week.  At the root of this is my desire to have more energy, gain strength, and live a longer life.  But I would be a fool and a liar if I denied that vanity plays a part in working out.  Everyone likes to look good, no matter what he or she might say, and I am no different.  Looking good is a by-product of being healthy, and we want to look good to attract a mate (I could argue that a desire to procreate is actually at the center of all of our actions, but that will be left for another post).  If it is solely vanity and nothing else that drives me to the gym, at least I will be healthier and more productive, which will benefit not only me but society as a whole.

  If you’ve done any (even superficial) perusing of my posts, you will know that I pay close attention to what I wear.  Some may say that this is a waste of time, that it is a superficial endeavor, that the inside is what counts.  I say to that: I am, by no means, stating that what I wear is tantamount, but it is important, not just for me but for everyone.  Like it or not, people judge others based upon their looks.  In fact, it is an instinct.  Humans judge symmetry down to the decimal point in other people; they calculate–unconsciously, of course–shoulder-to-waist and hip-to-waist ratios to determine fertility.  And in our culture, they judge what you wear.  You can be classified by your clothes alone.  This classification may be false, but we all know what they say about first impressions: you only make one.  Go into a job interview wearing sweats and a t-shirt and note the looks on the faces of your interviewers: it will be one of surprise, but not in a positive sense. 

  An old roommate of mine once said, when I commented on a guy’s clothes, “I thought you were supposed to be all philosophical and deep, Mr. Literature.”  I am.  I’ve read more books than most people I meet; I’ve written more poetry than most people I meet; I spend more time pondering impossible questions than most people I meet. 

  But I would be an idiot to deny that the way we look helps to determine who we are to others.  Rage against the injustice of it if you will, but the sooner you accept it, the sooner you can get your ass into the gym and buy a wardrobe that accentuates all your hard work.

   “Vanity, vanity, all is vanity!”

  Amen, Teacher.

The Everyman’s Bucket List

  I figured I would give my view on ten things every man should do before he dies.  Feel free to add to it as a comment.

1. Travel to five foreign countries and stay for at least three days.

2. Learn about at least three religions other than the one to which he subscribes.

3. Buy a bespoke suit.

4. Write a book.

5. Complete a triathlon.

6. Learn to play a musical instrument.

7. Get a college degree.

8. Climb a really high mountain.

9. Become good friends with someone from another culture.

10. Teach someone else something.

Fashion Travels: Fashion District of L.A.

I visited the Fashion District in Los Angeles on Saturday.  For those of you who have never been there, I suggest you go check it out.  There are miles of streets and alleys you can walk and buy clothes and accessories for a good price, especially since you can practice the art of bargaining.  Bring some cash because you’ll often get a better deal.  You’re also going to need some stamina: it takes a while to sort through all of the vendors.  Some of the stuff is poorly made; some of it is downright cheesy.  But if you’re not concerned with name-brand clothes (though they do have some of that), and you’re okay with your stuff not lasting forever, head on out and walk the streets.  There are way more vendors of female clothing, but that’s not really a surprise since females make up a large percentage of the fashion market.

I didn’t actually buy anything the other day, but I’m okay with that.  It’s an experience just going down there (though this was not my first time), and if you enjoy people-watching, this is a good place for it.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

  I make it no secret that I am secular to the extreme. 

  I was raised Christian, went to Christian school for eight years, and went to church regularly until age seventeen.  As I aged, I slowly began to swing toward the other side of the theistic spectrum, going from agnostic to tentative atheist to full-blown atheist.  I’ve read extensive religious philosophy from a number of different viewpoints, with a particular focus upon Christianity (as it is my background).

  Last year, during a discussion in myBeowulf seminar, someone brought up the religion of Odenism, which is, apparently, a belief in the god Oden, although I’m unsure of their tenets and beliefs beyond that.  I scoffed when it came up, and the professor–whom I admire immensely–said, “Well, we have to have respect for all religions.”

  While I recognize the need for tolerance and understand the desire to make everyone feel welcome in an academic environment, I can’t say that I agree with the necessity of respect for all religious beliefs. 

  I am glad to live in a place where I can speak (and write) freely about my lack of belief, and I know that some people who believe in gods have died to grant me that freedom, but I’m positive some atheists were in foxholes also.  In fact, some of our famous forefathers were admitted atheists.  However, we should not feel obligated to respect all religious beliefs just because we live in a country that grants religious freedom.

  Some of the ridiculous stories, ideas, and precepts that go into some religions would be dismissed outright if they were expressed in a non-religious context.  You’re telling me, with no sense of satire or irony, that all of the species on earth fit on a boat?  And you don’t believe in evolution (despite the millions of pieces of evidence to the contrary)? 

  I’m not speaking from an unschooled standpoint here.  I went to school and church with many people who blatantly rejected scientific principles because their scriptures said something contrary.  Hell, I was one of them!  But none of these people was an expert in the scientific field.  I’m not either, but I’ve read enough in my spare time to know that evolution is a fact. 

  These same people who reject scientific principles would use science in a split second if it supported their viewpoints.  But instead of proof they have faith:  a poor substitute.

  The issue I have here–especially as an educator of young people–is that the world is a better place when people are logical, rational, and open-minded.  Anything that encourages people to act otherwise should be viewed with suspicion and even disdain. 

  Yet even some atheists feel the need to “respect” other people’s beliefs.  The bottom line is that I respect people; I respect their inherent rights to pursue happiness in whatever form they so choose as long as it does no harm to others. 

  But I will not–I cannot–respect illogical, fanciful, outdated belief systems.

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