one woman's journey toward the city of light ... and all the random stops along the way

lundi, novembre 28, 2005

countdown to Paris...uh, I mean, London

Work permit drama slowly comes to an end...

Those of you close to me know that I have been in immigration limbo for a while, awaiting paperwork from the good folks in the UK to allow me to take the job that was offered to me, ohhhh, four months ago.

Anyway, I should be on my way across the Pond this week. It's only a matter of getting a flight, which shouldn't be too difficult.

The funny thing is that since it has taken so long for me to complete the move, I'll only work full time for two weeks until the office closes for the winter holiday. Gotta love it.

I'm thinking a Parisian getaway is in order. :) Too bad my grad student loans go into repayment next month. But, whatever, I'm the queen of traveling on a tight budget.

I'll keep ya posted.

hairstory (or why I didn't let that random guy cut my hair)

If this hair of mine could talk, it would definitely have some crazy stories to tell. Like the time my momma chopped it all off because I was too "tenderheaded"...Grandpa cried, apparently. Or the years of enduring "Milli-Vanilli" jokes in elementary school because I wore long micro-braids (kids can be cruel). Or how about the really cute bob cut senior year of high school...that was not so cute once I had to brace a New England winter without hair covering my neck.

Since "going natural" with my hair this year (i.e. not getting a chemical relaxer to straighten it), I've accumulated a whole new set of hair-stories. Some are related to managing the wide variety of curls and textures that somehow coexist on my head. Other stories arise out of funny questions that I am asked by friends and strangers. But the question I got last night was a first, I think...

While sitting in a coffee shop, watching the end of a NFL matchup between the NY Giants and the Seattle Seahawks, I was approached by a soft-spoken gentleman with an unidentifiable accent:

Guy: "Excuse me... may I, may I ask you a question?"
Me: "Yeah, go ahead."
Guy: "I am doing a hairshow...and I think...you would be very good for it."
Me: "Uh-huh."
Guy: "I was wondering if you would be willing to go a little shorter with your hair."
Me: "Ummm, no, sorry, I'm growing it out actually."
Guy: "Oh, well, thank you. Thank you for your time."

A hairshow?! I guess I'll take it as a compliment. But I've seen what some of those stylists do to people's heads...especially when they get "scissor-happy." (Think Edward Scissorhands.) A trim turns into a razored asymmetrical cut with funky rainbow streaks. Yeah, I'll pass on that one.

On the bright side, I now have another story to add to the collection...and Seattle won the game in overtime.

jeudi, novembre 24, 2005

merci

This morning, my friend and I ran a 5K "Trot for Hunger" organized by S.O.M.E. (So Others Might Eat). It's a great event supporting a worthy cause. I've decided to make this my new Thanksgiving Day tradition.

The run helped me reflect on all of the things for which I am grateful...a list far too long to post here. It's enough to say that I've come along way in this world. Who would have thought that this skinny little girl from inner city L.A. would end up where she is today?

So I want to say thanks to everyone who's been there for me along the way--God, family, friends, teachers, students, colleagues... supporting me, encouraging me, challenging me, and humbling me.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

mardi, novembre 22, 2005

"¡Mira, la morena!"

Just returned from an awesome trip to Mexico City. Visited friends from grad school, including Laura, who warned me that I'd get some stares from the locals.

Yep, I can't tell you how many times I heard the words "morena," "morenita," and so on whispered (or not) as I walked through the streets of D.F. At 5'10" my height certainly draws attention...even in the U.S. But my skin color usually does not cause anyone to do a double-take. Not so in Mexico.

This isn't to say that I'm not accustomed to being described as "morena." I know all to well this particular term of endearment and its use among Latinos in the States. Within my own family, we frequently use such phrases to describe one another lovingly. Hell, I even own a t-shirt that reads, "Brown is beautiful" ... which in essence is what I believe being "morena" is all about.

Of course, the folks who took notice of me were mostly commenting on the fact that I was apparently non-Latina and obviously of African descent. (Although, amazingly, one guy in Teotihuacan asked me if I was cubana.)

They just don't see to many of us in the capital, I guess. I've been told that the Afro-Mexicanos are mostly concentrated in Veracruz. But I'm sure my Reef flip-flops (which I wear almost always) highlighted my gringa-ness.

But I digress...

The fact remains that the use of a label such as morena symbolizes a key difference between los estadounidenses and los latinoamericanos: the former try (unsuccessfully) to be colorblind while the latter see myriad shades of color among them. I'm not saying we in the US should start addressing strangers as "brown-skinned girl" or "lady with the dark-complexion." Just making an observation is all.

Anyway, I've got some fantastic photos (and video!) from the trip. Will post those asap.

mercredi, novembre 09, 2005

"Hasta la vista, baby"

...or so said the miserably small percentage of voters who turned out for the Governator's special election in California. All of Arnold's propositions were defeated at the polls. While he may be thinking, "I'll be back," doubtful he'll be shown much love should he decide to run for re-election. He pretty much shot himself in the foot with this one. Borrowed too much from Dubya's renegade-cowboy-vigilante style playbook. Hmmm...now I guess he'll have to try doing things the old fashioned way...you know, like working together with the Legislature, consensus-building, and such. Go figure.

In other Cali news, the bond measure to construct and repair schools in Los Angeles passed easily. Now, I sure hope LAUSD puts this $4 billion to good use. After teaching in that district, I've lost a lot of confidence in the way bond measure money is spent. Our kids deserve so much better.

Oooh, as we all know by now, T.O. is gone for the rest of the season...at least suited up as an Eagle. But did you hear he's trying to apologize? Too little, too late, my friend. Better call up Keyshawn and find out how you can score another contract elsewhere. You ain't an Eagle, no more.

Finally, the French have declared a state of emergency and officials are (slowly) starting to acknowledge the social exclusion of immigrant youth. Overall, people are starting to ask the questions I posed in an earlier post! (Here's a brief article en français, too!) Of course, the immediate focus right now has been on securing the afflicted areas. Let's just hope Sarkozy's deportation plans don't ignite any more fires.

favorite blogs of the week

Happened upon these randomly today:

  • fuzzy and blue --political musings by a proud Democrat

  • overwhelmed and perplexed

  • Freakonomics blog
  • shameless moment of consumeristic joy

    I recently discovered that I can fit a size 9.5 pair of Kenneth Cole tweed pumps. Yep, you read correctly, my size 10.5 narrow feet slipped easily into a 9.5! Granted, the feeling of my feet being a full size smaller was just an illusion, the experience was pure bliss nonetheless...until the saleswoman told me the cost. But I "visit" the pumps regularly, free of charge.

    I also learned today that Paris Hilton wears a size 11B. I'd ask her where she shops, but I know damn well I can't afford to frequent those places. :)

    mardi, novembre 08, 2005

    nextel walkie-talkies

    ...I hate 'em. The stupid chirping, the loud static-y voice transmission...drives me insane. The people who use them tend to have no "home-training." (The teens using a speakerphone on a crowded bus are just as ill-mannered and inconsiderate.)

    I know all about the economic arguments that say people must love these things if they're still on the market. But talk about a negative externality! Come on, I know I can't be the only person annoyed by this particular mobile-phone innovation.

    Construction workers handling their business on-site...fine.

    Folks chatting it up on the Metro subway or in Corner Bakery café...not cool, dudes.

    dimanche, novembre 06, 2005

    violences urbaines...je souviens

    As you might imagine, I've been following the coverage of the rioting in France closely over the past several days. The whole situation reminds me of April 1992, when my South Central L.A. neighborhood erupted in rioting that spread across the city.

    The civil unrest in Los Angeles was sparked by the acquittal of four police officers charged with using excessive force against (i.e. beating) African-American motorist, Rodney King. (Note: The media called the whole court drama, "the Rodney King Trial," when, in fact, it was the four white police officers on trial, not the victim. But that's a discussion worthy of its own post.)

    The current unrest in France began in response to the deaths of two teenagers in the immigrant suburb, Clichy-sous-Bois, north of Paris. The youths (who were of North African descent) were accidentally electrocuted while hiding in a power substation. They thought they were being chased by police, although the authorities deny they were chasing the boys.

    Obviously, the situation in France differs considerably from what transpired 13 years ago in California. Most striking is the length and scope of the current unrest. We're now into the 10th day of rioting in France, with arson reported throughout the country and as far south as Nice. In 1992, the violence lasted for three days and was largely confined to the City of Los Angeles.

    But the similarities between LA 1992 and Paris 2005 are, nonetheless, noteworthy:

    1) In both cases, the violence results in response to a perceived injustice against a minority male.

    2) Just as in Los Angeles in 1992, the government in France has been slow to react and to restore order. Just today, President Chirac called his ministers together for a special session to devise a plan for dealing with the violence. It took three days for the National Guard to be dispatched to South Central L.A. in 1992. (Note: Amazingly, on the first night of rioting in L.A., Police Chief Daryl Gates continued with his plans and attended a fundraiser banquet in Beverly Hills! French Minister of the Interior, Nicolas Sarkozy, has some Gates-ish qualities, if you ask me.)

    3) The epicenter of the violence, in both cases, is in a minority community that has been marginalized for years...frustrated by poverty, unemployment, low academic achievement, crime and hopelessness that seem to pass over everyone else in the country but them. Add to this simmering discontent the tensions associated with racial and ethnic de facto segregation, and you have a recipe for disaster.

    What cannot be denied in either case is that the perpetrators of the violence are overwhelmingly young men of color...in Los Angeles, they were predominantly African American and Latino; in France, they are largely the children of North African, Muslim immigrants.

    Why is this important to note? Two reasons:

    1) Their identities are linked to their social position which, in turn, is linked to their disenchantment with the government. They are "the other," and they have not been effectively intergrated into society. (I'm reminded of someone commenting on the rioting in LA, exclaiming that the rioters were "burning down their own neighborhood." My response...if you don't feel like you're apart of anything, then it isn't your neighborhood, now is it?)

    2) Their participation in the violence contributes to and perpetuates stereotypes about the character of people sharing their identity (e.g. "thugs," "terrorists"). Are we at all surprised that the government in France has been looking for any links between these youths and Islamic extremists? (I'm again reminded of how many folks in the US tried to equate the rioters in Los Angeles with gang-bangers and drug-lords.)

    In no way do I condone the violence in 1992 or what we're witnessing today in France. In fact, if I was in Paris right now, I'd probably march with the residents of the affected communities, demanding an end to the violence. Yet, while many are asking "Où est les parents de ces jeunes?," I ask instead, where has society been for these youth?

    Even in the social democracy of France, we find that an entire segment of the population feels left out, living in poverty on the periphery of Parisian wealth...literally. When I visited France last year and rode into Paris on the train, I passed through these neighborhoods and was shocked at how much I was reminded of home. Graffitied housing projects lined the railway...it was as if I was passing through Nickerson Gardens projects in Watts on my way to Beverly Hills!

    As an educator of marginalized youth and as an academic obsessed with racial/ethnic coalition and conflict, I would encourage the French to seek answers to the following questions: How do we quickly and effectively incorporate minorities into the political and social life of our country? How do we re-enagage disaffected youth? How do we combat the poverty that depressess whole communities in our midst? How can we provide everyone with an equal opportunity for success--a success that can actually be realized--regardless of the social position into which they were born?

    If there is anything the French can learn from the 1992 L.A. unrest, it is that the government's response cannot end with a zero-tolerance approach to violence. Rebuilding South Central took years, and the work to strengthen it continues. But true collaboration with and incorporation of the neighborhood into the larger Los Angeles community has been key to preventing further unrest.

    My hope is that once the fires have all been extinguished, les Français can move forward from this to address social ills that have been allowed to fester in les banlieues for so long. My fear is that this will open the door to politically-opportunistic xenophobes who would seek to repress these communities even further.

    mercredi, novembre 02, 2005

    speaking of appearances...

    This is one of the best quotes regarding the NBA's new dress code:

    "I don't have that many suits; I may have to recycle. I can't go to Men's Wearhouse because my arms are too long. I can make it work, though. If you've got 10 suits, you've really got 30. You just have to mix and match 'em right."
    -- Bucks guard Desmond Mason, quoted in the Oct. 19 Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

    Desmond, I can so sympathize. My arms are too long for the suits at most women's clothing stores, too! Even the tall sizes don't fit! :)

    Check out this ESPN.com article for more humorous tidbits from our fave NBA stars.

    mardi, novembre 01, 2005

    more than keeping up appearances

    So I spoke to my ex this evening (yep, we're still friends). He revealed that he has stopped going to the gym and is "getting fat." I asked what happened to the athlete I used to know and love, to which he replied, "ah, I have a girlfriend now, no time for the gym."

    Nonsense! Why is it that folks think it's cool to let themselves go just because they've grown comfortable in their relationships? This is where I think the French have us beat. They always look good (or at least every Frenchman I've met)...single, committed, whatever. Not sure how much exercising goes on in Paris, but keeping up appearances seems almost law.

    But I titled this post "more than keeping up appearances" because looking good means nothing if you can barely climb a flight of stairs without being winded. I think it's the ultimate "I love you" when a guy tries to stay fit. It says to me, "hey, I like you, I like being with you, and I care about me and you enough to want to keep me in your life for years to come." Okay, maybe I read too much into things, but seriously... if someone smokes, eats crap all the time, never exercises,... I'd start to worry about health problems, wouldn't you?

    If anything, we should all be exercising for ourselves. Now to convince my ex of this...