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Year: 2006

North Austin Highway Mysteries

In order to avoid a traffic jam on I-35 last weekend, I made my way to Parmer by way of old McNeil Road in Round Rock. I don’t find myself around there often, but I’ve known McNeil for the past eighteen years. It’s a long straight stretch that with very little traffic tempts any car to ignore the posted 45mph. There is a quarry (which I’ve photographed on a few occasions), a small general store/post office of the sort one finds in small towns, and not much else.

As I was cruising along, I saw a gigantic traffic interchange in the middle of what was once open land. Old McNeil runs under this behemoth and continues along its merry way past the quarry and towards the new version of McNeil that is sort of an extension of Howard Lane.

Driving toward the new – and as yet unopened – interchange, I was struck by the fact that I had no idea what highways the interchange had been built to connect, and yet they come from three directions and meet in the sky above McNeil. I’m pretty familiar with north Austin, but what were these strange roads and whither do they go?

I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around the ongoing festival of road construction in north Austin for quite some time. Interchanges and new roads are springing up everywhere, and rather than research the issue at TxDot, I find it more fun to figure it out on my own. It’s like a mystery written in concrete or a game that you only play at those odd times when you’re transiting across the playing field on the way to somewhere else.

The McNeil interchange is a piece that I haven’t quite figured out yet. It appears that the highways leaving the mysterious interchange might connect 620, I-35, and possibly Mopac, all of which are undergoing extensive remodeling. Of course none of these highways have ever traversed McNeil. Perhaps one of the two new highways: TX-130 and TX-45 is involved, and when these roads open they will lead to this interchange, thus solving this piece of the puzzle.

I guess when all the construction is complete and all the new roads open, we’ll have to learn our collective way around north Austin all over again, which should provide a few weeks of missed turns and bad driving just to add to the sport.

UPDATE: An alert reader who knows every road in the area (that’s you, Dad) sent an email that explains the workings of the mysterious overpass in the sky. Those of you who enjoy mystery as a part of your drive should not read any further or you’ll find out that this is where all the roads go:

The interchange at McNeil connects the Mopac extension (toll) with SH 45 (toll) which runs from 183 and 620 (Lakeline area) to Tx 130 (toll) in Pflugerville near where you guys used to live via the new interchange at I35 and La Frontera. In addition, at 620/183 it will link to 183A (toll) which is the bypass around Cedar Park and Leander. TX 130 runs from north of Georgetown (near Walburg) to Seguin (eventually).

So there you have it.

Seagull S6

My guitar

I’m more a guitar owner than a guitarist, but I do love playing them, so when looking for a subject for some photo-blogging, this looked interesting.

This is a Seagull S6 that I’ve had for a few years. It’s a cedar top, which gives it a slightly darker, mellower tone than the more typical spruce top acoustic guitars. Seagull also uses a very thin veneer that I think gives a woodier feel to the sound along with some nice sustain, but it also makes it more prone to scratches. I guess that’s not so bad – look at Trigger, that’s Willie’s guitar, the way.

Speaking of Willie, The Armadillo Podcast has an interesting piece up about Willie’s new song, “Cowboys are Frequently Secretly (Fond of Each Other).” Armadillo Podcast creator, Steven wonders if the rednecks of the world will choose Willie or homophobia. I’m betting they don’t choose Willie. Maybe he’ll play it when I see him at the Backyard next month.

The Education of Greyhound Phoebe, Chapter the First

in which Phoebe meets her teacher and learns to take food from people.

Phoebe started school today. She is the biggest dog in a class of very small dogs so if she sees farther than the other dogs, it is because she is surrounded by dwarfs. The other dogs are cute, nonagressive, and mostly well-behaved so it seems like a group that a shy dog like Phoebe will be able to handle.

The teacher spent most of the class just talking about her own dogs and her background as a trainer while the students got to know one another. Phoebe was a bit standoffish at first, but she warmed up to a toy poodle and the teacher’s pet – I mean that literally – a boxer. As the teacher spoke, she walked around the circle of dogs, handing treats to them until, by the time she was finished, she had their undivided attention.

In that time, she got a yipping dog to stop yipping, and a bouncy dog to sit. She also managed to get Phoebe to take the treats from her hand. I’ve been working on that since October and only last week did she do it and then only once. I had been concerned about this, but by the time we left, she was more than willing to take treats from my hand.

The first lesson was ‘watch-me.’ The object is to get the dog to look into your eyes without looking away for a minute and a half. I could get Phoebe to give me this undivided attention for about twenty seconds. She did it twice and then lost interest, but by then class was over. So that’s our homework: watch me.

Overall a good class. I got to preach the gospel of greyhounds to a group of curious people who’d never seen one before, and who were all quite taken with Phoebe’s appearance and calm, but friendly demeanor. Most importantly, we made a breakthrough in that she’ll take food from my hand now. Hopefully she’ll continue to shine.

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More Blogging Connections

Expanding on yesterday’s post concerning blogging connections, I’ve recently learned that Phoebe seems to have made one on her own. Apparently, Modulator discovered her and added her to the weekly ark of animal pictures. I commented there and they kindly added Morrison and Daphne so as to keep the gang together.

Following links from that page, I discovered that there is a weekly carnival of the cats and a carnival of the dogs, which are hosted at different blogs each week. Phoebe and Morrison are appearing in their respective carnivals, and I’ll enter Daphne the next time her picture appears, though it will probably scare her. Here’s the submission form for the carnivals if you have pictures of animals who want to be seen or are perhaps looking for homes such as this nice pup.

Small World, After All

This has been an unusual week for blogging. I’ve discovered several new blogs and surprisingly a few of them have had links to each other or to blogs I already read, and yet I found them by following different paths. I was already marveling at the small town feeling the blogosphere had suddenly taken on when yesterday I sat down to read the paper and drink the morning pot of coffee.

When I reached the editorial page of the Austin American-Statesman, I noticed the column “Land of the Free-for-All” by Connie Shultz. The first sentence was “I hate blogs.” I found this to be quite intriguing. I love reading print columns that disparage blogs. They’re always so defensive. Perhaps, they know their days are numbered. I don’t think blogs will replace regular news sources since bloggers can’t afford to travel the world and do frontline reporting, but anyone can write commentary and many can write it better than syndicated columnists, and so it was with a snarky grin that I began reading.

Shultz doesn’t just hate blogs; she also loves them, and toward the end of her piece, she quoted from a few random blogs, one of which is on my blogroll: Postcards from the Mothership. I commented to let Dani know that her blog was mentioned, and now she has a very nice post up about the small world nature of the internet. Dani is a Canadian blogger whose blog is one of the first non-political blogs I came across while, as she mentions, looking for book reviews (she has a very cool and unique method for this). It’s these random connections and new friends we make with people in faraway places – and close to home – that so fascinates me about blogging. It seems to fulfill part of the promise of the web.

One more connection. Regular readers will notice the weekly link to Greyhound Pets of America’s central Texas chapter that shows the beautiful hounds up for adoption. Today, I saw that reader and occasional commenter Heather of Heather in all Her Strangeness is fostering one of these very dogs. This has nothing to do with me; it’s just one more interesting connection (and a chance to mention greyhounds).

Weekend Hound Blogging: Education vs. Job-Retraining

Phoebe

Do we look a bit worried here?

It’s only natural to feel apprehensive when one opens a new chapter in life, and that’s where Phoebe is. On Monday, Phoebe is going to school. She’s going to learn to sit and stay, advanced leash walking, and perhaps a bit of English.

When filling out the paperwork, I was asked for placement purposes if she’d ever had any training or if this will be her first class. I didn’t know how to respond to this. Someone had once taught her to run around a track, though they didn’t do too good a job of it. Either way, I wasn’t sure if this was a matter of job-retraining or if we could call this postgraduate work. Education or training? It didn’t matter, the registrar told me, it would still be the same price, and it was only a certificate course.

So she enrolled in Advanced Beginner, which is the first course for adult dogs. I don’t really care what they teach her. She’s a smart dog and I’m told the smart ones get bored without mental stimulation which leads to furniture chewing and other fun things. Hopefully this will keep her mind occupied.

Pass the beer-bong, Phoebe, vacation’s almost over!

The Education of Greyhound Phoebe >>

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Why?

Dog DishesThere are many pressing issues here at the end of the world (and I feel fine), but one stands out among the many.

I am trying to understand why two dogs will wait in line (greyhounds are rather polite) for an empty dish when there is a dish chock full of delicious kibble and canned vegetables only a few inches away. Why will both hounds whine and lick the empty dish rather than go to the full one?

Sometimes I will switch the dishes, in which case they will often step away from the full one and continue to lick hopelessly at the empty one. The only solution is to dump half the contents of the full dish into the empty dish, which often starts the cycle over again.

I have noticed though that if I add something especially tasty to the full dish, they will abandon the empty one for the full one. Are they hoping for something better? Are they saving for the future? Is the empty dish just somehow better in a way that only dogs can understand?

Peace, Love and Understanding?

Everywhere I’ve gone in the blogosphere this week, I find that everyone is weighing in on the Muhammed cartoon images that have sparked violent protests throughout the world. There isn’t much for me to say on this except: free speech – good, violence in the name of religion – bad, insulting people’s religions and beliefs – bad. I know that reads a lot like the assessment at Cosmic Variance, where there is some good commentary as well as interesting links on this subject, but what else is there to say?

Not much.

There is of course much to learn. I’ve been reading a series of excellent posts by Gypsy Scholar in which he discusses the issues surrounding the depiction of Muhammed. This is all very enlightening, to say the least. Dr. Hodges effectively refutes the notion that Islam does not allow renderings of the prophet and provides several examples of images of the prophet that came from Muslim artists.

There is also an excellent series at Perspectives of a Nomad that discusses some of the larger issues within Islamic society and its relationship with western society. Scottage makes the argument that we may be seeing the emergence of some new players on the world scene who are instigating this appalling violence. Afterall, as Gypsy Scholar points out, these images had been published in Egypt months ago.

One hopes that we can find ways to live peacefully together, since (I think, I hope) that is what most of us humans want. And what most religions appear to teach. Of course this really is more about the cancer of fundamentalism that can infect any religion.

So there it is, a gypsy and a nomad with lots of very thorough, interesting, and thought provoking writing on this subject that only now seems to be hitting the consciousness of the nonblogging American mainstream. I can’t help but wonder what those whose first inkling of this was yesterday’s cnn.com headline that said something to the effect of “Bush urges end to cartoon violence.” I agree. Bugs Bunny has been getting away with murder for years. Let’s give poor Mr. Fudd a break.

Questions About Teaching

This post started as a response to a comment posted by Joey in which she asks the following about teaching:

How have you found the experience to be? Affirming, dissatisfying, surprising?

The first question could easily be answered with a snappy ‘all of the above’ but with a decided preference for written response over multiple choice, I found myself wanting to elaborate since the experience of recently leaving and then even more recently coming back has caused me to spend a great deal of time thinking about teaching and jobs in general, which is why this response to a comment became a post.

So, here goes. I left teaching at the end of last school year for a variety of reasons, but recently returned (see this post) to the profession. The experience of teaching is a slightly different thing than the experience of being a teacher. I’ll try to elaborate.

I’ve found the experience of teaching to be a fun, engaging, challenging and worthwhile profession. I’m the sort who needs to like what I do. I have to feel that it’s important in some way. It has to challenge me creatively and intellectually. It can’t be boring. Teaching nicely fills all of these ‘what I want in a job’ requirements. It is, of course, not all poetry projects and great literature. It is hard, exhausting work in often poor conditions with occasionally hostile students. The pay and benefits are, shall we say, below market. It’s a tradeoff.

Having said that, my experiences have varied greatly, each coming with a different degree of satisfaction. I’ve taught undergrads while in grad school (somewhat satisfying), and I’ve taught child stars as a studio teacher on the set of The Big Green (where I learned how easily kids can be spoiled when there are 200 overpaid adults whose jobs hang on the good graces those children). I’ve also taught middle school and high school age kids in regular public schools. I find I’m happiest and most effective at the upper high school level. I can generally be myself, have fun at work, and I continue to learn new things on an almost daily basis. Overall, the experience has been mostly good.

I would say that teaching is definitely affirming. It’s a profession in which you are directly involved in trying to help people grow. You push them, challenge them, correct them, make them laugh, make them angry, make them think. Sometimes it even works and you get to see the light bulbs blink on above their heads. That’s pretty cool. No teacher reaches every student, but most do more good than harm with the majority of their students and even manage to inspire a few. At the end of the year, I usually feel good about things.

Teaching can also be terribly dissatisfying. It’s one of few professions that is also essentially a dead-end job. My first job after graduate school was unloading trucks at a warehouse. Some days that seems very appealing. If you have an unsupportive administration, a school in which the culture revolves around testing or parents who’ve largely abdicated their responsibilities, it can be miserable. I’ve been lucky on most of these counts.

The thing is, though, that the dissatisfying elements are mostly part of the job of being a teacher whereas the affirming aspects are centered on the act of teaching. You have to find a school where the balance between working with kids in the classroom and dealing with all the extraneous stuff leans toward the affirming side of the equation. I left because the balance was shifting too heavily towards dissatisfaction.

What surprised me was how much I missed it. There are other surprises, too: how funny kids are, how much I learn from them, how the kids that you ride and discipline and generally have to be the bad guy with are almost always the ones that show up a year or two later to thank you for being their favorite teacher.

In my current position, I’m surprised by how much my kids – who’ve all been kicked out of regular public schools – want to learn and want to succeed. I’ve never had so many students with such high ambitions. That surprises me.

Mainly I’m surprised at how good it feels to have come back.

The Outlaw Sea from a Safe Distance

I suppose it has to do with growing up on and around Navy bases where I was always near the ocean, but I love reading about life at sea. Living in central Texas, the ocean isn’t exactly close by. There’s the Gulf of Mexico, but even that’s several hours drive away and as nice at it is to drink Coronas and watch the waves and gulls while sitting in bars along Seawall in Galveston, it’s not excatly majestic. So I miss the ocean and read about it as much as possible.

I picked up William Langewiesche’s The Outlaw Sea a few days ago after having thought about buying it for several years. I realize that I’d already heard or read much of it. Large sections of the short book had previously appeared in Atlantic Monthly, particularly the vivid account of the ferry Estonia’s ill-fated trip across the Baltic Sea in 1994. I had read that feature a few years ago with great interest and was pleased to see that he expanded on the account for the book.

I believe some of this book was also used as source material for the high school debate topic a few years ago and my debaters must have found it because I remember pieces of the text being cited as evidence while I listened to them practice their speeches. All of this made the book a fascinating read filled with the kind of external associations that make reading so pleasurable.

The book is subtitled “A World of Freedom, Chaos, and Crime” and the first part of the book was the most fascinating for me. This was where Langewiesche described the modern form of piracy, which is a far cry from the romance of Jimmy Buffett songs. I was stunned to learn that whole freighters are sometimes taken. The stunning part is the lack of coverage, I suppose. But then the people who typically crew these ships are often the poorest members of the poorest societies. Not exactly the kind of people the American media tends to cover. The description of pirate activities in and around the South China Sea (where I swam as a kid – another association) and one particular incident of a ship being stolen is absolutley riveting.

Langewiesche focuses not just on piracy, but its cousin maritime terrorism (he mentions the so-called Al-Queda navy) as well as the regulatory confusion caused by flags of convenience, a troublesome issue that lies at or near the bottom of many of the problems he describes. I can’t say I learned much that I didn’t already know about issues on the high seas, but I did enjoy his style and his very well documented accounts of the various maritime disasters he describes.

It’s a good read, but drinking beer and eating shrimp while watching a calm gulf lap at the shores suddenly seems like a very nice way to appreciate the ocean.