joe miller’s new book

One of the best things about blogging is the way in which it pushes you to meet new people you would otherwise never know. Joe Miller, writer and thinker, quickly became one of my favorite local bloggers when I was living in Kansas City. After L and I had dinner with Joe and Allie at a KC Iraqi restaurant one night, L said, “I’m glad we didn’t meet them before and get to know them better because now that we’re moving away I’d be really sad to be leaving them behind.”

Joe’s new book, Cross-X, is now available and getting good press. I haven’t read the book, yet, so I’ll just reproduce the official abstract:

In Cross-X, journalist Joe Miller follows the Kansas City Central High School’s debate squad through the 2002 season that ends with a top-ten finish at the national championships in Atlanta.

By almost all measures, Central is just another failing inner-city school. Ninety-nine percent of the students are minorities. Only one in three graduate. Test scores are so low that Missouri bureaucrats have declared the school “academically deficient.” But week after week, a crew of Central kids heads off to debate tournaments in suburbs across the Midwest and South, where they routinely beat teams from top-ranked schools. In a game of fast-talking, wit, and sheer brilliance, these students close the achievement gap between black and white students—an accomplishment that educators and policy makers across the country have been striving toward for years.

Here is the riveting and poignant story of four debaters and their coach as they battle formidable opponents from elite prep schools, bureaucrats who seem maddeningly determined to hold them back, friends and family who are mired in poverty and drug addiction, and—perhaps most daunting—their own self-destructive choices. In the end, Miller finds himself on a campaign to change debate itself, certain that these students from the Eastside of Kansas City may be the saviors of a game that is intrinsic to American democracy.

i don’t sleep. i dream.

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I dreamed about torture.

I dreamed about deadlines.

I dreamed about moving to a new house (again).
I dreamed it was an old apartment.
No, it was the third floor of a mansion.
It was an enormous secret wing of my uncle’s house.
It was a treehouse.
I was sleeping in my car.

I dreamed I was in a band. I wasn’t prepared.
It was Bruce Springsteen’s band.
No, it was Cat Power.
It was my own band.

It wasn’t a band. It was a play.
It was Shakespeare.
It was Wilde.
It was Ibsen.

I wasn’t prepared.

I dreamed you didn’t come home last night.
I called you but there was no answer.
I dreamed I was awake all night, worrying.
At dawn I reached for the phone, which was covered in spaghetti sauce.
Then I remembered.
We’re not married any more. You don’t live here. You’re all right.
I’m all right.

Everything’s all right.
Everything’s all right.
Everything’s all right.

bornanoux orleans

I’ve had a fantastic but exhausting trip. (That’s not entirely true. In some ways the trip was very energizing.) New Orleans is on the path to recovery, but they need as much help as they can get. I’ll write more as time permits.

Below is a cameraphone pic of some graffiti in the bathroom at Cafe du Monde.

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  • Teaching Carnival #14 is up at M2H Blogging. It rawks.
  • I was able to spend some time with Hub Bub artists-in-residence Brian and Justin last week. The People’s Republic of Sparkletonia is lucky to have them here for the year, along with Emily and Leah. Such good people…smart, creative, funny. I wish I had more time to spend at Hub Bub. I’ve had a book checked out for so long from the Closet Vandal‘s lending library that I fear my card will be suspended, if not confiscated.
  • “Next week Christie’s and Sotheby’s will conduct multimillion-dollar sales of 18th-century antiques. Can the market handle 500 pieces of 18th-century furniture in such a short time?” I don’t know. Let’s find out!
  • What’s a good way to unwind after last week’s National Coming Out Day busyness? Hey, how about taking a busload of students to New Orleans this week for four days! Remind me to scale back my bright ideas next semester.
  • I’ve been Netflixing season 3 of the Wire. The show really is that good.
  • I’m in love with the video for the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Tell Me Baby,” in which unknown musicians/performers dance and lip synch to the track, sometimes with the band themselves as backup. I believe that like the Tilly and the Wall video I linked to earlier, this is an attempt to assimilate the aesthetic of fan-generated videos posted on such sites as YouTube. As such it’s kind of a conservative move: pruning what could otherwise be a chaotic media garden where anything goes. However, the video is just so sweet, sexy, and celebratory that it’s hard not to read it as a loveletter from the band to their fans and to all the unknowns who move to L.A. and don’t hit it big (the latter of which is arguably what the song’s lyrics address).
  • A stack of papers awaits my grading attention. I’m so very tired, but I feel up to the challenge. Must. resist. desire. for beer. Otherwise, before you know it I’ll be Little Nemo in Slumberland.

*Random bullets of pure blogging gold.

notes for ncod festival 2007

I don’t want to be melodramatic, but for all I know, this was one of the largest gay festivals this entire state has ever seen. (I thought the state’s flagship campus had been doing things like this for years, but it turns out this was their first year, too.) We did some brainstorming yesterday about next year.

Same:

  • Music blasting on the quad.
  • Readings from literature by GLBTQ authors.
  • Speakers telling their own coming out stories or explaining why they’re GLBTQ allies.
  • Little rainbow cards to give to cranks who want to tell us why we’re all going to hell: “Today is not a day for debate. Today is a day to listen to the voices of GLBTQ community members and their allies.” hand it to ’em and walk away.

Changes:

  • Spend more time in advance lining up readers and speakers.
  • Full page ad in the student newspaper with the names of GLBTQ community members and their allies.
  • Get a big, beautiful balloon rainbow.
  • More rainbow flags.
  • More group photos with students, faculty, and administrators.
  • Music: Create a huge playlist on a laptop, print it out for listeners to peruse, and take requests.
  • Deliver t-shirts and buttons to the powers that be and ask that they consider wearing them on October 11.
  • More pizza. (We had 30, and that still wasn’t enough.)
  • More buttons. (For people who didn’t pick up t-shirts on Monday.)
  • Recruit philosophy majors to run interference with those who want to argue endlessly over Bible verses. (There were only three guys in homemade “Coming Out for Christ” t-shirts skulking around the edges of the quad, but there might be more next year given how successful a day we had this year.)

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