Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Mia vs. Clif

My roommate's pets live in fear.

Some of you will recall the episode of the staticky rats, in which I let my computer power cord dangle too close to the rat cage and nearly electrocuted hungry Scabbers and Little Don. Good human-rat relations ended when I discovered that Apple charges 80 bucks for a replacement power cord.

I get along much better with Mia Miranda, the teacup poodle. Mia is my roommate's boyfriend's dog, but she has come to stay with us so she can have company during the day. Mia likes to sit in my lap while I'm on the computer. But she is a fragile little dog. She is about the size of a can of Coke and too small to climb up stairs. I am constantly tiptoeing around the house trying not to step on her, because she is so easily crushable.

Yesterday I left a peanut butter Clif Bar in an open pocket of my cycling bag. Somehow two-pound Mia managed to eat the entire thing. If you added legs and a head to a Clif Bar, that is about how big Mia is. I worried that eating half her weight in pb-soy-oat-snack might actually kill her. I mean, if I ate 70 Clif Bars, I think I would die.

Mia was pretty jittery from all the sugar, but today she seems fine. The kitchen rug is not so fine!

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

on notice

Last time I got a haircut, Luke didn't notice. I think he felt bad for not noticing when other people commented on it. So, knowing that I had a salon appointment this afternoon, he was determined to notice the minute he saw me.

"Your hair looks really nice!"

"Um, thanks. But I'm wearing my bike helmet."

I took it off and revealed my freshly-cut hair.

"Oh, I thought you were getting your hair cut today."

He sounded disappointed.

"No," I lied. "I changed my appointment to next week."

Monday, June 26, 2006

new household acquisitions

My roommate is always bringing home interesting new additions to our apartment.


First there were the pet rats.

Then there was the little poodle that weighs two pounds. And yips.

Then a nice poet from New Hampshire came to stay.

Tonight I arrived home to find a huge air hockey table in the living room!

Snooty NYT

I went to see "Nacho Libre" on Saturday night. It was entertaining. Manohla Dargis' movie review in the New York Times was a bit excessive, though. If this comment is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, it's kind of funny...but if she's serious, this would be bad for an Intro to Film student assignment:

"Mr. Black's arrhythmic use of the word "whatever" verges on the Brechtian — and it also works to the film's liberating vision of identity as a performance space, an existential wrestling ring, if you will, in which each of us, if only given the opportunity, can cavort freely in the mask and colored tights of our choosing."

Brechtian? Hmmm...well, I think Jack Black is really a pretty smart guy, so I looked up "Brechtian" on wikipedia. I appreciate the film much more now that I realize that he was going for an, um, Verfremdungseffekt.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Track outing #2



We had about 25 women out at the track last night--a pretty great showing for a women's field. Our second race of the evening was a rare event: a race for category 4 women only. There are four women's categories, with 4 being the beginners, but usually all women race together, which means that junior national champion Natalie Klemko takes the win every time like candy from a baby. I'm a cat. 3 on the road but still a 4 on the track because you have to start as a beginner. So I figured this was my chance to get a win. Then someone pointed out that Debbie Dust, who is a cat. 1 roadie and rides for Kenda Tire, was also a cat. 4 on the track. Hmmm...suddenly victory seemed unlikely.

Wouldn't you know it, on the second lap of our 15 lap points race Debbie went off the front with me hanging on to her wheel for dear life. She was so much stronger than the rest of the field that nobody was going to catch us. I took a couple of weak little pulls, but mostly I just gritted my teeth and tried not to get dropped so that I could collect the $50 prize for second. In the picture you can see me eating Debbie's wheel for dinner. She looks tough and I look like I can't wait for the suffering to end!

Here's another picture of me explaining to Debbie what it was like to be me in that race...



The other two races, in which we raced all women's categories together, were pretty uneventful. The first was a ten lap scratch. I took sixth, which I thought was pretty respectable for my third mass start track race ever. Then four different people made a point of telling me how much I screwed up. I was in great position for a podium finish, but I haven't exactly figured out how to sprint on my track bike so I kind of blew it. I'll get there...maybe next week! The final race was an unknown distance, which is quite amusing because you ride around not knowing exactly when the race is going to end. When they finally did ring the bell, I was in terrible position and couldn't manage better than eighth.

Then we went for Korean food...I need to find some more 24-hour places in Chicago, because track racing lasts until 10pm. But bibimbop hit the spot!

(photo #2 by Carlos Cabalu with the lensbaby, and photo #2 by Luke)

Monday, June 19, 2006

Track debut



Here's a photo of me and my teammate Eve doing a points race. Look how synchronized we are--down to the grimacing!

Thursday was my first night of racing at the Northbrook Velodrome. I didn't have expectations of placing well...and a good thing too, because I didn't! But I had a good time and started getting more comfortable out there, so it was a successful outing. I contested three women's races. There are all sorts of different kinds of track races, so it will take a while to figure them all out. Thursday night began with a one-lap "chariot" race. These go from a held start, which means you clip in and have someone hold your bike until the gun goes off. Then you're supposed to crank it up and sprint around the 330m track. Luke's co-worker held my bike for me. He reported later that I was very nervous and fidgety. My race lasted about three seconds because I pulled my right foot out of my pedal on the second pedal stroke. Happily I didn't crash, but I was a little shaken up. Naturally, I came in last. A brilliant start to my track career!

Race #2 was a 25 lap "scratch" race. This just involves riding around the track and seeing who finishes first--not too complicated. I had five teammates out there (Jane who I always call Janet by accident, Eve, Beth, Cecile, and Imelda). I knew Eve wanted to win this one, so I volunteered to chase down anyone who was threatening to break away from the pack. I was on every wheel that jumped for the first half of the race. Then I saw an open stretch of track and decided to attack myself. I got a little break of three riders going, but it didn't last. After that I was tired and sat on the back of the pack for the rest of the race. I think I came in second to last, which was fine with me.

Race #3 was a 20 lap "points" race. This means that the winner is the one who takes the most points by finishing in the top 5 in various sprints throughout the race. This time we decided that Janet-I mean-Jane was going to be our contender and that I would pull her up to the front so that she could sprint for the points. On lap five they rang the bell for the first sprint. I looked around and saw Jane behind me and proceeded to give her a massive leadout around the pack to the front. Unfortunately she couldn't hang on. Oops. I got a few points myself. Then I had to recover at the back for a while. This was when three women attacked off the front and got away for good. Oops again. I picked up a couple more points, but the race was pretty much over.

So yeah, kind of lackluster, but really not so bad for the first try. The beauty of racing at the track is that you can do three races every Thursday night, so I will have lots more chances!

Root beer

I went camping at Devil’s Lake in Wisconsin this weekend. (This meant spending 48 hours away from my bike—it was a struggle.) For me there is really only one reason to go to Wisconsin: every meal comes with a side of cheese curds. We stopped at A&W on the way up. I was determined to order some healthy food to cancel out the bad food: grilled chicken with no mayo, a side of fried curds, and a diet root beer float. That way the grilled chicken could vouch for the cheese curds when they got to my stomach: “No worries stomach, they’re with me!” I had a little trouble placing my order when I got to the float however. It was a strange counter interaction:

“I’d like a root beer float.”
“Okay.”
“Do you have diet root beer?”
“Yup.”
“Then I’d like diet root beer.”
“So you want a root beer float and a diet root beer?”
“No, I want a root beer float with diet root beer.”
“So you want a root beer float with a diet root beer on the side.”
“No, I want the root beer float with the diet root beer in it!”

I was surprised at the confusion. Apparently in Wisconsin it is not unusual to order a root beer float and a second root beer on the side.

This was just a prelude to an entire weekend of eating. We found an Amish couple at the Baraboo farmer’s market selling oatmeal chocolate-chip brownies. That night I scooped out oranges and filled them with cake mix and baked them in the coals of the fire. We used to do that at camp when I was ten, but those always turned out either under-baked because we were too impatient to wait for them or charred because we got caught up in playing Down on the Banks of the Hanky Panky or making a human knot. Now that I am 30 I am much better at making orange cakes, and these were nearly perfect except for the one that got caught under a log and had to be extracted using the campfire equivalent of the jaws of life.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Letter to the editor

The Trib's leading editorial today, endorsing Felipe Calderon of the PAN for the upcoming Mexican presidential election, annoyed me so much that I wrote a letter to the editor. You can read the offending editorial here. I'm sure they won't print my response, so I will have to content myself with posting it for a tiny audience...

"In endorsing the PAN candidate Felipe Calderon in the upcoming Mexican presidential election, your editors paint a one-sided picture of the relationship between free trade and neo-liberal economic policies, development, and emigration from Mexico. They present foreign investment as the only path to the creation of jobs that would stem the tide of out-migration from Mexico while dismissing the populist agenda of the PRD candidate Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador as a recipe for debt and inflation.

There’s plenty of reason to doubt whether Lopez Obrador could really deliver on his campaign promises to ease the pain of Mexico’s lower classes. Still, we here in the U.S. should recognize that encouraging foreign investment is no simple solution to the pressure of undocumented migration from Mexico. At least in the short-term, free trade will actually stimulate more out-migration by disrupting the rural economy. For example, the appropriation of rural lands for the development of highways and industrial parks to attract investment displaces small landholders. NAFTA’s elimination of import tariffs on American agricultural products further threatens Mexican farmers unable to compete with cheap, subsidized U.S. corn. What happens to these people—and there are millions of them in Southern Mexico—when they are forced to abandon the countryside? Some may indeed find the promised work in industry and move into the middle class, but others will head straight to the U.S. Even those that do find work in newly created jobs have little security when foreign companies can abandon their plants in Mexico if they find they can pay lower wages in countries like China. Workers who have already moved from rural areas to the city are then likely to make a further move north.

Before deciding that the path of Fox and Calderon is the right one for Mexico (and the U.S.), let’s be realistic about the impact of free trade on Mexico’s poor and not view it as a magic bullet for our own immigration problems."

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Finding my voice/yay Bernard/horrible events in Mexico

Luke has been writing a blog for--I dunno--fifteen million years, which I suppose makes him a bit of an expert on the whole medium. He has fans, and groupies that come up to him at bike races wanting to meet him: "Are you Luke?" Blog-expert Luke was saying something this morning about people taking time to "find their voice" in their blog. I asked what that was supposed to mean, and he said, "Well, you for instance will write one silly post about cycling, and the next will be about Chicago politics, and the next will be about how cute your niece is..." The expert blogger seems to find consistency, which I lack completely, a good thing.

Anyway, today I have two completely unrelated things about which I'd like to write. One is serious. One is not serious. One voice will not do. So I dunno, pbbbt...things will just have to continue being a little schizophrenic around here.

First I wanted to give a little shout-out to my former UCLA teammate and current second-year pro with the Navigators cycling team, Bernard Van Ulden, who took second (to 7-time Australian national time trial champion Nathan O'Neill) in the opening time trial of the Nature Valley Grand Prix yesterday. He got some nice coverage on cyclingnews.com. Bernard is super fast, and I have been a big fan of his ever since he paid me back that 85 bucks he owed me from 2004 collegiate nationals. It'll be fun to see what he can do the rest of the week. Allez Bernard!

That was the not serious item. Serious for Bernard, but not in the grander scheme of things.

The other news I got today was a lot more disturbing. Yesterday in Oaxaca, a large protest by the teacher's union in the zocalao (central square) of the capital was forcibly expelled by the Mexican military. Five people died, and the equipment used by the union to broadcast their message from a community-based radio staion was destroyed. The protest in the zocalao for better wages for teachers and more funding for education in Mexico's second-poorest state has been an annual event, but things had been becoming more and more tense recently as relations with Oaxaca's governor became worse, in part because of suspicions that state funds were being siphoned off for his (PRI) party's political campaigns, in part because the focus of government expenditures has been developing roads and airport runways when schools are in desparate need. Tens of thousands of teachers and their supporters, including children, had participated in marches and were camped out in the zocalao when the riot squad entered. I think two children were among the dead, but details are still coming out.

There will be a protest at noon tomorrow (Friday) at the Mexican consulate at Ashland and Adams. My roommate and I are also talking about planning a fundraiser to possibly purchase new equipment for the radio station which we might be able to take down to Oaxaca later this summer.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Three great recent moments in sports



3. The World Cup started this week. The Czech team was brilliant, or else the US just really stinks. I am quite enamored with Czech midfielder Tomas Rosicky, mullet and all.


I am currently watching Germany-Poland and trying to learn Spanish from Univision. "La pelota no entro!" (the ball did not go in) "Se come la camiseta!" (he is eating his shirt)

2. Levi Leipheimer won the Dauphiné Libéré. It is time to start preparing for the Tour...I must stock up on bottled water, corn chips and video tapes. I received the Outside magazine "Tour Preview" issue this week. It was pretty useless, but I was amused with their futile efforts to make Floyd Landis look sexy with dramatic camerawork. I'm sorry, but Photoshop is just not up to this challenge.

1. Of course, the greatest athletic achievement of the past week undoubtedly took place just upstairs: my baby niece learned to roll over onto her belly!

(photo by Luke Seemann)

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

My new track bike




Last month I got an amazing deal on this sweet new track bike: a Fuji Track Pro. It's super light and a legitimate track racing bike, designed to go fast. How could I resist? Unfortunately, the chassis may not have a motor to match, but I will do my best. I'm looking forward to trying track tracing because it will be an entirely new learning curve, which is exciting. I should be able to see some real improvement. I'm also hoping that the sprinting skills and tactics will come in handy on the road.

Thursday at the Northbrook Velodrome will be my track racing debut. I'm a little nervous because track racing is a lot more fast-paced and involves riding at closer quarters than riding on the road. There are some fast women at Northbrook and we all race together, so I'll probably get my whatever handed to me. But at the same time, since it's my first time racing, there will be very little pressure. If I come in last...hey, it was my first race! But I won't come in last. Not on this bike!

(I swiped this photo from Michael Lenzi's flicker page.)

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Sign of summer #2




My wet cycling clothes gathered around the patio table for a summit.

When you ride your bike almost every day, you accumulate an enormous amount of laundry. The local laundromat charges three bucks a load, so I am fortunate to have access to my sister's washer and dryer upstairs. I am trying not to abuse my privileges--really I am! But the other day I found myself without a clean pair of bike shorts for my afternoon ride. My sis was out, but I recalled that I had a key to the back door. I reasoned that she'd never know if I just let myself in and did one tiny load.

Naturally, I forgot about the security alarm and soon found myself caught, with a wet chamois in one hand and a howling dog in the other, by two police officers. They stayed for less than 45 seconds and told me that I didn't look like a burglar. I can imagine what they think a burglar looks like. I could probably use this to my advantage and have a lucrative career robbing houses if the PhD thing doesn't work out. Stash people's valuables in a box of Tide. "Me? I'm just here to do laundry!"

My sister found out that I'd been breaking and entering and was not happy with me. I had to pay reparations (in the form of chocolate) to try to ease my guilty conscience and restore good sibling relations.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Sign of summer



The first homegrown strawberry appeared in the garden. My sister promptly ate it.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Our Lady of Spark Plugs




The side of Vera's Auto Repair in Pilsen has an image of the Virgen of Guadalupe painted on the brick. I like to think that people idle for a moment before pulling their cars into the shop to beseech the Virgen to save their transmission.

When I dropped off my car for an oil change, I noticed that one of the mechanics at Vera's has a perfectly executed cursive tattoo running the length of his forearm. I've seen many similar tattoos; often they spell a woman's name. This one said "Mexico." This wasn't surprising, because I know how much pride (in my view deserved) many Mexicans take in their homeland. But I did wonder what particular series of experiences would have motivated this mechanic to tattoo "Mexico" on his arm. I would have asked, but he was busy working on someone else's car. Since he was speaking fluent Spanish, I guessed that he had grown up in Mexico, though I could be wrong. It seems unlikely, however, that a person actually living in Mexico would feel the need to tattoo himself with his nationality. Rather, like the Sicilians who discovered they were "Italian" after coming to the US at the turn of the century, he probably felt more "Mexican" after coming to Chicago and got the tattoo here. But why label himself as such so defiantly? Was the tattoo a response to an encounter in which his nationality had been disparaged? Did he feel the need to demonstrate his Mexican pride after feeling dismissed or invisible or beat-down while working tough jobs for little pay here? How many years of living in Chicago did it take for those feelings to develop? Or was the tattoo just expressing high hopes for the Mexican national team in the 2006 World Cup?

Friday, June 02, 2006

Spell my name right, er...Wight

I have the sort of last name that people are just incapable of spelling correctly. Even when I spell it out for them plainly (W-I-G-H-T), they instinctively write WHITE or WRIGHT or get completely confused and end up with something incomprehensible like WHIHTE. My name, however, is actually a real word...a rather arcane one. It's an Old English word for "person". I think it has a rather nasty connotation and was originally pronounced "weecht". Here it is in Shakespeare's "Othello":

IAGO. She was a wight, if ever such wight were-
DESDEMONA To do what?
IAGO. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
DESDEMONA O most lame and impotent conclusion!

In Scandinavian folklore, "wights" were dwarf-like creatures who lived underground. They could make themselves invisible and lived on the milk of teeny cattle. Farmers had to be careful not to spill hot water on the ground, because a scalded and pissed-off wight might wreak havoc on their livestock. Later, Tolkein adopted the word in his stories as the name of the wraiths (the Barrow-wights) who trapped Frodo and company in the barrow-downs.

There are some famous Wights in history: James Herriot is the pen name of the veterinarian-author Alf Wight. My ancestor Lyman Wight was one of the apostles of the early Mormon church. He challenged Brigham Young for control of the church and started a colony in Texas to rival the Mormon colony in Salt Lake. Things didn't go so well in Texas, and that's why there's a BYU and not an LWU. Oh, and of course my name is shared with an island and, more importantly, appears in a Beatles' song ("When I'm Sixty-Four"). I rode my bike around the Isle of Wight once. It didn't really feel like my ancestral homeland, but I had a nice cream tea.

My friend Alex enjoys pointing out that Ellen White was a prophetess and founder of the Church of Seventh Day Adventism. Her writings are considered unquestionable doctrine by millions. Feel free to treat my writings similarly.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

The machine lives

Today the Trib (6/1/06) reports that, in classic Chicago political machine style, a former top official in Streets and Sanitation has admitted to recruiting 300 "white ethnic" campaign workers for Daley and pro-Daley candidates. They were promised city jobs, mostly blue collar, unionized jobs in Streets and Sanitation, in exchange for registering voters and campaigning across the city and suburbs.

This seems like a throwback to an early era of machine politics. But not only is patronage alive and well in Chicago, so too do the pipelines continue to flow along racial and ethnic lines, just as they did in the past. This particular group was reportedly founded to "complement" similar political organizations like the Hispanic Democratic Organization (HDO), which has been the primary Latino vehicle for registering voters, securing city jobs, and getting Daley-backed Latino candidates elected. Similar operations connect African-Americans to the political machine.

Some people see this as evidence of equality—whites, blacks and Latinos all have their own patronage connections, so nobody’s left out! The CEO of the United Neighborhood Organization (UNO), a group closely tied to my alderman here in the Pilsen neighborhood (the 25th ward's Danny Solis) and to the HDO, wrote an op-ed in January arguing that the HDO represents merely the latest in a series of groups--the Irish, the Poles, African-Americans—who have built political power through patronage in Chicago. He goes so far as to celebrate this as "political empowerment in its purest form" (Chicago Tribune 1/17/06). He quite correctly points out that through the work of the HDO, more Latinos have been elected to public office, appointed to influential positions, and gained access to city jobs. If this was once the path to upward mobility for the Irish, he argues, why shouldn't Latinos follow it today?

Of course, the question remains as to whether having more members of a group in positions of authority translates to having the "interests" of "the community" represented in civic life. Historically in Chicago, patronage has been antithetical to grass-roots participation. Black aldermen loyal to the first mayor Daley effectively turned a blind eye to disinvestment in their communities in exchange for patronage. The mayor was insulated from the participation of neighborhood groups and his policies promoted loop-centered development.

The current administration seems to operate in a similar style. In Pilsen, a predominately working-class Mexican neighborhood embattled by surrounding development and gentrification, the HDO and the alderman, a leading HDO member, are accused of paying insufficient attention to the concerns of "the community" as they adhere to a pro-development agenda. Grass-roots organizers and the alderman regularly toss back and forth conflicting definitions of "the community" and its interests as they battle over affordable housing, zoning, education, and the proper use of tax money in Pilsen.

Two recent issues illustrate this contest over "community". First, as part of its efforts to combat gentrification, in the March 21, 2006 elections, the grass-roots group Pilsen Alliance placed a down-zoning referendum on the ballot. The idea behind the “advisory” (i.e. nonbinding) referendum was to demonstrate support for a zoning ordinance that would prevent the conversion of single-family homes to condominiums, thus eliminating the huge potential for developers and “flippers” to profit from multi-unit condo development. This was seen as a way to slow the inflation of real estate values in Pilsen and perhaps the increase in rents and consequent displacement among a community that is composed primarily of low to middle-income Mexican renters. Moreover, by requiring future zoning decisions to be made on a case-by-case basis, they hoped to bring wider input into the process and perhaps to balance new development with set-asides for affordable housing or other benefits for current residents. The referendum passed with 75% of the vote. The organizers of the referendum called alderman Solis to a meeting last week to force him to “listen to the community” and support the ordinance. The alderman, however, sent a spokesperson in his place. The latter read a disparaging letter that rejected the proposed ordinance while denouncing the referendum and its sponsoring organization as attempting to confuse and “manipulate the community.”

Second, public school teachers in Pilsen recently protested the granting of a charter to a new school run by UNO, closely tied to the HDO. UNO promoted the school as offering another option for community residents. The sentiment among protesters, however, was that the new school was intended to make Pilsen a more attractive neighborhood for new middle-class residents, not for those already living there: “Just because we won’t be paying $2000 a month for a condo doesn’t mean we don’t deserve good schools,” declared one speaker. Opponents argued that the process through which the charter was granted was not open, that there was insufficient “dialogue with the community,” and that the school district administrators had not bothered to investigate whether there was a need for the new school. Teachers emphasized the work being done to improve existing neighborhood schools and questioned whether the charter school would drain resources from these. UNO was criticized for using its political ties to secure a charter school while bypassing local participation in the decision-making process.

So what should we conclude about the relationship between the political representation and political empowerment of a particular group? We sociologists like to put that word “group” in quotes to add a little uncertainty to its very "groupness". That's because group boundaries are often questionable and members may find they have little in common with those purported to represent them. These incidences demonstrate that access by “group” members to city jobs and political influence doesn’t neatly translate into the representation of “group” interests in city life.