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The benefits of being small

I moved to Santa Cruz from San Francisco. I had always wanted to live in San Francisco, and I loved it, but my future husband was a Santa Cruzan to the core. So I packed up my piano, guitars, and the wool sweaters I’d never use again and moved down to a foggy beach town which, as far as I was concerned, was in the middle of nowhere.

How Maker Faire can you get? An outsize pun-ridden interactive, um, art piece!

I knew that Santa Cruz had some things San Francisco didn’t, such as swimmable beaches, redwood forests, and chai*, but I didn’t appreciate that its very smallness would offer other advantages. (*At the time, you couldn’t get a decent cup o’ chai outsides of a few Indian restaurants anywhere but Santa Cruz. As far as I know, India Joze in Santa Cruz started the American “Chai Latte” revolution.)

We went to Santa Cruz’s Mini Maker Faire today and I was hit with something I’ve known for a while: The advantages of small town living are sometimes less obvious than a towering redwood tree. Although parking was nearly as difficult as the big one in San Mateo, this really was a “mini.” Walking into the Visual and Performing Arts complex at Cabrillo College, we were faced with a smattering of food trucks and a few fun exhibits like the “Unnecessarily High 5” pictured at the right.

Then we saw some vendors of various hand-made tschaschkes, the Ham radio guys, and a sign that said “Bronze Pour, 11am.”

Bronze Pour? We had to check that one out.

Unlike the big SF Maker Faire, which by necessity is comprised of mobile exhibits, the local one got full use of the VAPA complex. And use it they did. We got to see a bronze pour and hear an explanation of how it’s done. (See video below.) We got to do screen printing and computer programming. If we’d had little kids, we would have had ample opportunities for face-painting, craft-making, and dancing—all without the crowds and sometimes hours-long waits of the bigger fairs.

After 22 years, I have ceased thinking I’ll ever live in San Francisco again. And I’ve started enjoying my adopted hometown more than ever. So here’s a Necessarily High 5 for a little place that, I’ve learned, is Somewhere because it takes itself seriously. Our Maker Faire may not have had a mobile flame thrower, and we only spotted one guy wearing a utility kilt, but I’ll take a bronze pour and hanging out with our Ham radio guys as a pretty fine substitute.

 


Making it up as we go along

When I think back to cultural trends that happened during my kids’ early years, there are a few that stand out as important. Both kids were born after the Web but before the iPhone, and my fellow parents and I have watched as our children’s lives took on explorations and dangers literally not dreamt of in our childhoods.

We’re Makers

But there were other trends running counter to this relentless pull into the digital future. In our lives, the Maker movement was perhaps the most prominent. In a time when you can buy anything you want with the click of a mouse, people started to value making again. And when people started to value making again, they didn’t just value professionally made, “artisanal” goods, though those of course have gained prominence at the same time. People started to value the role of the amateur in our cultural and commercial lives.

Amateur means you do it out of love

As a musician, I see this through the lens of what has happened in music. Before the second half of the 20th century, music was in the hands, and voice, of anyone who wanted it. Americans banged on cans, strung strings over cigar boxes, or just yelled out a tune as best they could. Varying by income, culture of origin, and social status, everyone had a piano, a fiddle, an accordion, a steel drum, or a recorder in their house. We had a shared national treasury of folk music, and regional and ethnic music as well. We had our most important American art form, jazz. We had well-funded symphonies in small towns and music in every school.

My father has been an amateur winemaker my whole live, so Making was a part of my childhood.

Then something happened: People started thinking that music was something that professionals did. Music was something you paid a ticket for, bought a disk of, or listened to on the radio. We became consumers. Fewer children had music lessons; fewer families had instruments in their houses.

Enter technology

I have to admit that I never expected to see this trend turn around. But technology, that thing that is turning our kids into zombies by some accounts, has revived music in an unexpected way. While music instruction is still down, folk music—and by that, I mean music that any folk can pick up with the tools available around them—seems to be busting out of its old confines.

Have you ever watched a kid play with Garage Band? How about a simple music app on their phone? Do your kids seek out amateur Youtube videos the way you used to go to the record store to flip through albums?

It’s not just music

To me, this is all part of the growing Maker ethic in our culture, a return to the belief that the act of making something has intrinsic worth, even if the product isn’t worth anything (monetarily speaking). Take a look at Etsy, at local craft fairs, and at open mics if you want to find passionate amateurs doing something out of love. Read any teaching blog and you’ll find discussion of project-based learning (otherwise known as Making).

Oh, yeah, I could be pessimistic

Not everyone is Making. Some kids have turned into zombies controlled by their little devices. Heck, I’ve had students complain that their parents have turned into zombies while the kids are just fine. Most schools no longer have healthy programs in music, art, home ec, shop—all those places where Making used to happen.

But instead…

When in doubt of what to make, slime is always a good option.

I haven’t yet visited a local Mini Maker Faire, but this weekend I plan to. My 15-year-old saw a sign and his eyes lit up. “Can we go?” Nothing  like a Maker Faire sign to make a teenager forget to be snarky (at least for a short time)! I’m looking forward to seeing all the stuff that people are getting into these days, along with some presentations by local corporations. From people with graduate degrees down to a kid who made something cool in his garage, we’ll celebrate people getting into it and enjoying Making for the process.

amateur (n.)
1784, “one who has a taste for some art, study, or pursuit, but does not practice it [professionally],” from French amateur “one who loves, lover” (16c., restored from Old French ameour), from Latin amatorem (nominative amator) “lover, friend.”

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What does Facebook know about you? Do you care?

I am a reluctantly happy user of Facebook. So many of its qualities are fabulous. I love being able to click on the feed of a friend or family member and find out what’s happening in their lives. I love getting up-to-date information from groups that I follow. I love being able to spread my own news, both business and personal, in a fun, interactive way.

But like many users, I am extremely skeptical of giving away my privacy to a corporation. In fact, I’d say I’m probably more skeptical than most avid users of Facebook. I try very hard not to post much public information, I have never given Facebook my birthdate or the identities of relatives who don’t share my last name, and I never, ever click on ads or apps within Facebook.

What Facebook knows about me

Apparently my diligence has paid off. Facebook, in response to a number of factors including pressure from the EU and that whole “oops, we let Russians subvert our elective process” thang, is rolling out a new feature where you can find out what they know about you.

I can imagine that for some of my readers and many of my Facebook friends, what they know about you—meaning, the information about you that they have sold to random corporations you have no knowledge of—will be shocking. As soon as I started using Facebook, I noticed that many of my very intelligent, well-educated friends were giving Facebook their lives: real birth dates, dates and birthplaces of their children, companies they do business with, etc. It shocked me that they weren’t more circumspect.

However, what Facebook revealed to me yesterday is more shocking. Please scoot to the edge of your seat now:

I, one of the palest, limp-hairedest, blue-eyedest residents of California, am African-American.

Or, um, maybe that just means I have an affinity for African-American culture? Not sure. But it definitely gave me a giggle.

Not because I have any problem being identified this way. As you may know, I play jazz, which many believe to be the single greatest contribution to American culture by any ethnic group. I’m a writer and love many of the great African-American writers who have enriched our canon. Although I strongly agree that white privilege affects all of us no matter how we try to resist it, I feel that as very pale people go I do a pretty good job of taking people for who they are and not pre-judging them by the physical characteristics of their ancestors.

However, I giggled because Facebook really doesn’t get me. And Facebook doesn’t get me because I haven’t let it get at me.

More things Facebook got wrong

It’s all relative, Facebook. Yeah, I did try to get away from my family by moving to California, then the whole darn lot of them followed me, contributing greatly to the Great California Population Explosion that makes me fume when I sit in traffic Every Darn Day.

And, I will remind you, Facebook, I live in Santa Cruz. In Santa Cruz, my politics count as, well, conservatively moderate. I know people who think that the government is dousing us with chemicals from the tailpipes of jets. I know people who believe that we should have laws making it illegal to disagree on certain topics. Believe me, “very” is definitely relative!

The state of my relationship with Facebook

I described myself as “reluctantly happy.” I think that a Facebook-like platform is an important part of what the Internet does for us. I love the way it connects me with the physical world, the way it connects me with the past, the way it gives me ideas for the future.

But Facebook doesn’t have “rights.” Corporations are not people. People are people and have rights. I’m thrilled that the EU is taking this up, given that our government is too dysfunctional to do much of anything. I’m hoping California takes it up, too, since our market is so huge the pressure is too much for a corporation to resist. (See the auto emissions argument playing out right now. And yes, I know that it’s unlikely that CA will do anything to resist the tech industry.)

But aside from what our governments can do, we all have a personal responsibility to know what Facebook is taking from us and not to give it willingly if we don’t want to.

Recommitting to my Facebook use principles

Here’s the plan I’ve been following that has led Facebook to believe I am African-American and estranged from my family:

  1. Don’t ever give Facebook personal information it doesn’t deserve. No birthdate. No phone number. No family associations.
  2. Keep all personal information private to “friends only.”
  3. Don’t accept “friends” that I don’t have some sort of relationship with IRL (some quite distant, but I could actually knock on these people’s doors!).
  4. Don’t click on ads. Ever.
  5. Don’t use associated apps. Ever.
  6. Never use Facebook to log into other platforms, no matter how tempting it may be.
  7. Always view my News Feed sorted by “most recent” rather than recommended. This isn’t a popularity contest.

So far, it’s worked. Seeya in my News Feed.


This isn’t what we meant when we said ‘equal’

I was inspired to muse on the changing way we depict women when my family went to see the most recent Star Wars film. The previews, of course, were geared toward audiences that might see a Star Wars film. Given the new emphasis in the Star Wars series on female characters, we got an ample preview of action movies featuring “strong” women.

Women shooting, women fighting, women yelling, women killing.

Now, please don’t get me wrong: I love seeing physically strong, active women on screen. The days of helpless women being tied to train tracks and dancing on chairs in fear of a mouse are over, and good riddance. Women’s bodies should be valued and celebrated as much as men’s.

However, these suddenly ubiquitous depictions of “strong” women have a problem:

Women aren’t the same as men.

The Star Wars movie progressed as they always do, and our heroine was pitted against a pack of weapon-wielding guards. Yes, I know that this is movie violence and that she was assisted by The Force, but she was depicted as resisting several large, well-trained male fighters with the force in her rather small, light-boned female body.

In She’s Not There, Jennifer Finley Boylan’s memoir about her transition from male to female, she writes that as her body’s testosterone was suppressed and she added estrogen, she could see daily changes in her body. She started to lose upper body strength and needed men in her band to help load her amp into the van.

This was a woman who had spent decades as a male. She has the heavy bone structure that testosterone created, the larger, stronger muscles. But within months, she started to experience the reality of being a woman:

Women are equal to men, but we are not the same.

I’m not sure why this concept is a problem for the human brain to grasp. We can offer equal opportunity to all people at the same time as acknowledging that we are different. For example, people with African ancestors have a higher risk of sickle cell anemia. To say so is not racism. To deny them healthcare—equal treatment—is racism.

It is not sexist to say that women are generally physically weaker than men. Yes, there are physically weak men and physically strong women within the spectrum of humanity. But in general, if you give a physically average woman and a physically average man the same martial arts training, the woman will have no chance in a test of pure physical strength. It is not sexist to say this. It is, however, sexist to deny women the opportunity to use their bodies however they wish, including training to be Jedi warriors.

So what’s the problem with showing women as physically equal to men? These are just movies, right?

The problem is that when we insert women into roles that are basically written for men, we depict them in the same violent way we depict our male “heroes.”

We should celebrate women and the strengths we bring.

Here are some facts about how violence breaks down by sex:

  • Nearly all stranger-on-stranger murders are committed by men.
  • Mass murders are overwhelmingly committed by men.
  • When women do kill, they are most likely to kill in self-defense.

When we create movies showing women acting like men, is it equality? Or is it another way of putting on our cultural blinders?

Rebecca Solnit’s Men Explain Things to Me, the essay and then the book of the same name, hit people with its bluntness about the problem: Our culture doesn’t face and name the real issue. We don’t have a problem with violence. We have a problem with male violence. If we suddenly only had the violence that women commit, we’d feel we had been transported to some sort of pie-in-the-sky utopia.

Everyone from historians to social scientists to biologists offer partial explanations for this state of affairs, but devising a solution seems beyond us. And one reason we haven’t found a solution is that we’ve gone from ignoring male violence to pretending that violence has no gender. We put an automatic weapon in the hands of a female action hero and call it “equality.”

We need to depict women’s real stories, even when they are fictional.

What we can gain from seriously depicting women’s stories is the experience of people who have spent their lives with less physical power than half of the human race. When you know that other stronger, more violent human beings could be targeting you on a daily basis, it changes your relationship to the world. I know some males who would disagree with this, but remember: they’ve never lived as women. If you’re male and you don’t believe me, ask a few transgender women, and you’ll hear the same story. We have an undeniably different relationship to the world than cisgender men do.

What if women suddenly had more physical power?

In her novel The Power, Naomi Alderman posits a near future in which girls start to be born with the power to kill anyone without using brute physical force. In other words, suddenly the balance is shifted. The world we live in is one where if an average male gets his hands around the neck of an average woman, the fight is over. But what if she could zap him with an electrical charge strong enough to stop his heart before his hands can even get near?

In Alderman’s fictional world, the power shifts everything, and women start to behave like men. But in our real world, no such power exists. Yes, on screen Rae may be able to throw a 6-foot, 200-pound male off of her small female body, but in our real world, that’s not the usual end to things.

We have to work with what we’ve got, which is that women are not the same as men.

But we are equal.

Luckily, Star Wars didn’t stop there. In the movie, an incredibly tall, long-necked, purple-haired Laura Dern actually does show that women are different—and equal. Instead of blasting back at a bigger, stronger opponent, she tries to outfox them. It’s the hotheaded “flyboy” at her side who foils her plan, which is beautifully female while also demonstrating strong leadership.

When the time comes for violence as a last resort, Dern’s character does what women have done throughout the ages when a stronger aggressor won’t let her have agency over her own body. She turns her body into a weapon.

Solnit writes, “…Violence is first of all authoritarian. It begins wth this premise: I have the right to control you.”

Giving women physical power over other human beings is no sort of equality.

These depictions simply extend the problem of male violence with a fantasy that female violence is some sort of parity.

The reality is the women are not men, and that’s good. Diversity makes us strong. Our value as human beings should not be measured on the basis of our physical strength alone. It’s not progress to get more women in movies if they are simply acting in parts written for men.


5 reasons why homeschooling is a vital educational option

Homeschooling is in the news again because of a sensational story: one homeschooling family severely neglected their children.The knee-jerk response to a problem like this is to restrict, regulate, or abolish.

But have no doubt about it, homeschooling is an educational choice that is a vital one for families. Here are five reasons why homeschooling needs to remain an option for all families:

1. Different people, different educational needs

Our schools, whether mainstream public schools or elite private schools, are largely set up to offer one-size-fits-all education. The few schools that actually serve the needs of kids on the fringes are generally too expensive for most families. That leaves an enormous gap that is filled by homeschooling.

Although I know many people who homeschool largely because of their family values, a good percentage of families come to homeschooling originally because of educational needs that aren’t being served. Gifted children, twice-exceptional children, children with learning disabilities, children with specialized academic interests—it’s hard to find a single school that serves their needs. When it works for the family, homeschooling is uniquely suited to these students. Most homeschoolers in this category do “go to school”—just not one school. Their education is patched together using trained educators, therapists, and schools to meet their unusual mix of needs.

2. Promotion of family values

Back in the 80’s when “family values” became a code phrase for right-wing Christian, I would have recoiled at using the phrase for myself. However, I believe that “values” has now been reclaimed and redefined. Although many homeschoolers choose it for religious reasons, many others choose it because of family values that come from another religion or are not religious in nature.

Every time yet another article about toxic school environments hits the Internet, homeschoolers trade them around with comments such as “this is why we homeschool.” Some families value non-violence and homeschool to maintain a peaceful, vegetarian lifestyle. Other families value cross-cultural communication, and they homeschool so that they can travel, learn other languages, and provide service work in needy areas. Some families homeschool because their unusual child was bullied. Some families homeschool simply because they value education, and their children’s schools seem not to.

3. Pushing innovation and choice

Over the time since I started homeschooling, it’s happened over and over: I learn about a new educational idea from homeschoolers, and then I watch as it trickles into mainstream education. Does your school have a STEM program? No schools I knew of had one when I started homeschooling, but homeschoolers were all over it. Now it’s become a staple of more progressive schools. Does your child have a teacher who is integrating project-based and child-led learning into the classroom? Homeschoolers have been doing that forever.

When a culture allows educational choice, it encourages innovation.

4. Resisting groupthink

Yep, this sounds pretty lefty-liberal, but it’s part of homeschooling on all parts of the political spectrum. Homeschoolers of various types have their own problems with groupthink, of course—it’s only human to want to be part of the flock. But the choice to homeschool is a choice to forge your own path, no matter what your political direction is. The parents who choose homeschooling “because all my friends are doing it” are generally the least successful. It’s the parents who resist groupthink who find their home in homeschooling.

5. It’s a free world

This is something people used to say a lot when I was a kid in the Midwest, and I have mixed feelings about it because it was often used to justify bigotry. But the fact is, living in a society that controls every aspect of the citizen’s lives isn’t good for anyone. In order to take the good we get with freedom, we also have to accept the risks. Granting freedom to our citizens comes with the responsibility to maintain a delicate balance between free rights and social responsibility. Every time we face a new issue in our society, from vaccination to teaching evolution, we have the obligation to weigh the freedom to live as we wish with our responsibility to maintain a healthy, safe society for everyone.

Homeschooling, to me, is one of the risks we have to allow. We don’t require education, training, or any sort of license for parents. It’s the most dangerous occupation we allow people to practice without regulation. Yes, there are bad parents. And some bad parents inevitably choose homeschooling. But the good that we get as a society from allowing this choice is worth the risk.


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