Getting Married, Tennis, and the Life Observed

I’m really into tennis. So much so that, if I consider the past four years of my life, now that I’m graduating summa cum laude with high distinction… with a Biology B.S., there are a lot of things and people that I would attribute my successes to. But tennis is one of the most important ones.

I’ve always had an inclination to enjoy tasks that require endurance. As a kid I would devour books, and in middle school I immediately signed up for the long distance track events. Today I still enjoy runs, going out on the solitary step, mindlessly bringing your feet forward, pushing your body past some arbitrary limit as you fly down the river. In tennis, you play many points, hit hundreds of forehands and backhands, and it is the mental endurance that pushes you through. If you don’t practice the mental endurance in sports like tennis and long-distance running, you won’t progress.

Studying for a straight 6 hours for OChem isn’t for everyone. Working on a thesis for 9 months isn’t for everyone (and, I’m still not convinced it’s really for me either…). Spending the majority of your college career hearing half  the state call you immoral isn’t for everyone, but we didn’t get to choose whether to deal with that or not.

When I knew I was going to be spending the rest of my life with Scott, I knew I was in for the long haul. Not necessarily to regards to spending my entire life with Scott. Rather, I thought it would be a really really long time before we could get legally married, and we would sit through countless political votes and legal battles until it became true. Our relationship has become something of a spectacle, and a marathon, at times. Partly our fault, since we post to Facebook (like every other couple?). But we ended up on the front page of our newspaper. People have PM’d me that our relationship gives them hope. And I don’t want to seem like I’m bragging–these things are all really nice, and I know how lucky I am to have someone like Scott. But I’m so ready for the attention to not be there. To just be like everyone else. And this spectacle, of our relationship being viewed by friends and colleagues in light of popular cultural fights, has been a bit of a marathon. Sometimes people talk to you and expect you to speak as a representative of the gay community. Sometimes they send you pictures of some thing decked out in a rainbow. I love the rainbow…historically. I don’t want rainbows in my life (sans my rainbow towel because it’s huge and cuddly). No rainbows allowed at my wedding or reception. It’s a political symbol, not a personal one. Sometimes people post to you any news item related to [gay rights]. Oh, they passed gay marriage in [another random New England state]. Okay?

Gay marriage is easy because it’s what the masses of straight people understand. It’s why these celebrations for earning equality are big. The rest–homelessness, trans* rights, serious health care disparaties–those aren’t easy. Because the masses don’t deal with it, because they look dirty, because they’re uncomfortable. Gay marriage is easy because it’s putting us into the terms of them. Homelessness, trans* rights, the rest: they likely will not be solved with legislation alone. That’s why gay marriage is easy. And that’s why I’m ready for it to be done, so the dirty work can get started.

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My wedding is going to be small. Very personal. And definitely, without question, not at City Hall. Because my wedding is not a novelty for random people gathered at city hall to gape at, it is not for reporters from blogging websites to take cute photos of, and its not a political symbol. My wedding is not a representation of the sudden equality by brothers and sisters are getting. My wedding is a simple promise to a beautiful man, not to the common public.

I’m ready for the unobserved life. I’m ready for the time when gay weddings aren’t paraded as unique and just so ADORABLE.

That’s what equality looks like. It looks like everyone else.

And miles to go before I sleep…

This week is weird.

The pelican that accompanied this morning on my run was gentle. He stopped on the bridge near me and gave me only a few seconds look. I’ve honestly never seen a pelican in the cities, but this one seemed friendly enough so I paused and enjoyed the sunrise with him. There are not many people out at 6:15 a.m., and I like making up stories in my head for why these folks are up this early walking to…the library? What else is open on the U this early? The pelican bobbed his head a few times and then took off. Til next time friend.

This week is the beginning of the rest of my life. I graduate, and I begin a one-year program to earn a license for my career. Today the Senate votes. I may get married this summer.

There are more than 400 ppm CO2 molecules in the air on average daily.

But I want to think clearly about this next year. What do I do, beyond student teaching, learning pedagogy, and continuing to help out with teaching swim lessons?

Running in the city, it’s smarter to run in the morning. There isn’t as much pollution in the air yet.

Next year, I want to discover new intellectual spaces. I want to write more, and I want to run more, and I want to learn how to program. I want to become more skilled at quantitative methods, and I wantneed to read more philosophy.

I want to explore the mystery.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Frost

 

Fighting the Elitest Gay

First, an admission: I’m subscribed to the subreddit known as Gaybros. What Gaybros is is hard to define, and in fact, threads on the subreddit committed to forming a definition are usually downvoting or removed. At the simplest, it’s a forum to discuss the intersection of traditional masculinity and being gay. To some, this implicitly means that to be a Gaybro is to think less of gay men who do not fit the “traditional man” stereotype. Luckily, nearly every user knows that’s ridiculous. After all, being a man doesn’t involve a membership card that gets taken away if you happen to like glitter, or football, or cricket, or Lady Gaga. It’s, quite simply, a place you go to if you, for example, want to discuss the NFL draft with a bunch of guys who will metaphorically high five you when you point out a hot guy. It’s a welcoming place: both women and trans* men are welcome, and those who think otherwise are, again, downvoted into oblivion.

However, there’s a bad apple in every group. One thread started with “Androphilia – thought you guys might appreciate this book”.

Here, for you Reader, is the link to Androphilia: Rejecting the Gay Identity, Rediscovering Masculinity.

Even just reading that title, my gut reaction was

wuht

Semantic debates about what a “gay identity” or what being “masculine” really mean, what does it mean when you go to a group of guys who celebrate BOTH their gay identity and their masculinity and say: here’s a book to “rediscover your masculinity”.

Sorry, didn’t know it got lost.

But really, semantics put TOTALLY aside, this is only one thing: sexist. What happens when you piss on any trait in a man that you see as effeminate is that you piss on the entire female population as being inferior to you. Besides, what gives with saying [femininity+man by sex = gay]???

This is only another ugly arm of the beast of sexism and racism seen in the gay male population. If we don’t call these things out when we see them, thereby increasing the collective consciousness of society, things won’t get better.

Faithiesm, Humanism, and the Need for Community

It’s a humid warm summer day, and I’m in shorts and loose tee in the yoga studio, where it’s a little drier, but still pretty warm. The yogi’s describe the environment in the studio as like sunset by a meadow during a nice summer evening. But basically I was sweating buckets near the end of the session and it was dark out and the studio is in Dinkytown so all of the drunks on Thursday night are rushing out of Blarney and, well, being drunk. I’m pretty irritated–look, all I want is a peaceful place to do my yoga with new friends.

Then the leader of the group starts our meditation, and leads by asking us to observe with our eyes closed: our environment. And his one instruction re: drunks has stayed with me to this day:

Listen with compassion to all things. The sounds in the studio, your breathing, your neighbor’s breathing. Listen with compassion to the sounds outside.

Compassion to the sounds outside?! He must have been crazy, I thought. Then I did it. I listened with compassion to the drunks. And, yes, I went home with a sense of inner peace. Since that night, so often do I return to a meditative state when I’m frustrated and I repeat: compassion.

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I want to share this story because I think it’s a prime example of me, an unaffiliated agnostic, learning and growing from a faith tradition (in this case, the yogi told me afterward his meditations are derived from his Buddhist faith). And, since then, I’ve turned to faith traditions a lot, and I’ve taken a lot of what I get out of it what I call “cognitive tools” for living a peaceful, compassionate, life that is so worth living. And I want to write this post now, because I just recently read two articles. The first, from Jerry Coyne (who I respect a lot, as a thinker on social issues and as a biologist), who is lambasting this article, and in particular laughing at the idea that humanists could learn anything from religion, and this opinion from the MN Daily, which suggests that religion amounts to childhood indoctrination and is “not needed” in the 21st century. Really? It’s not needed? By whom, the individuals who hold their faith near and dear to their heart, or society? Because I bet even the believers agree on the importance of the first amendment. Is Dixon here implicitly suggesting we take away the freedom of opinion, such that we ask all people to stop considering matters of faith?

Dixon’s take on religion as indoctrination is not a far step from Dawkin’s view at the end of The God Delusion that paints religion as child abuse. And what really concerns me, as an agnostic, atheist, and ultimately humanist, is that I will get called a faitheist and an accommodationist for saying Dawkins is an ass for suggesting this, and that at the heart of our agnosticism is faith. Perhaps not the same type of faith that people hold for Jesus, but faith of a similar color that lies at the heart of all thoughts and opinions. I want to talk more about this later, but I think this sums it up well enough: all thinking must start at some assumption. Science starts at the assumption that we trust our senses (thanks Descartes!). Admitting we have to make assumptions means we admit we don’t know everything. And for this, I suppose that I’m a faitheist.

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If I were to hold any belief system of mine above the others I hold, it would be humanism (just hardly nudging out science to second), and I’ll be a humanist so long as I live regardless of what Gods I believe in or not. I think the idea that I have of humanism sits at the root of the solution for a few problems, both with society en masse, but also specifically to problems that currently exist within the American atheist/agnostic community. Or, as I should say, “community”.

Why the scare quotes? Because there is a community, but it’s not all encompassing. The community is defined by Reddit, by blogging websites and circles, and by some local groups who post billboards and sue cities for putting up Ten Commandments and cleaning up the highway. And frankly, not every atheist/agnostic feels welcome to go to the atheist/agnostic events that are in real life. Some community…

For this reason, I have chosen to shun the words atheist/agnostic from my vocabulary except when describing specifically where my belief system lies. I don’t think they’re useful terms. What determines my actions is humanism. And if we think we’re all humanists, we have got to stop creating communities that are only for atheist/agnostics. To elaborate on this, I’d like to explain more about what humanism is to me, and then elaborate on why a humanist community is an everyone-community, and why that’s good for people who are atheist/agnostics of all stripes.

Humanism for me is about my assumption that all morals are human-made. From an atheist/agnostic perspective, this is obvious and doesn’t need arguing. But what if you’re a believer? I would argue that you would think there exists an idea of an individual existing in a perfect moral state, ie: divinity. However, you also probably agree that this is impossible for all human beings. Morality, then, is a human attempt to reach it. And I believe the progress of morality is a lot like the progress of science. In science, we often describe the ultimate goal as “understanding everything, knowing the truth of the universe, being able to predict all things”. However, we cannot know or predict what that would look like. Aiming for that is a “top-down” approach, and although we use that in describing what science is like, it’s not how it happens. Science is definitely “bottom-up”, in which we take what we’ve learned as a foundation, and build on it, add to it, and improve it. We may or may not be on a good trajectory towards “truth”, but we’re getting closer in some way. If you’re religious, I argue morality is the same. You may have a “top-down” idea of understanding morality, but your approach must be “bottom-up”, as you learn and grow as a human being and start to develop concepts and ideas and interpretations of scripture about what it means to be moral. Because that exists in you, it is a human construct of morality, and without question human made.

The last nail in the coffin, at least for me, for knowing that morality is not God-derived is that it’s never useful to consider that. There are billions of people who think their morality is God-derived but they definitely all disagree. Morality may aim to be God-like, but it is human-derived. Therefore, for me, humanism involves looking at many historical and philosophical traditions to see what has worked for people in the past, to develop an idea of what morality means without belief in a God, and to build bridges with people from other faith traditions by discussing these ideas and building up from what we have to a better place. This is why I believe humanism is not a signifier of your individual belief, but rather a philosophical commitment to all human beings.

Therefore, if we want to discuss community building, we need to think seriously about multifaith ideas and efforts. While many atheist/agnostics bemoan the loss of their faith community and all of the programming and social needs their faith community fulfilled, atheist/agnostic groups are attempting to replace that, and I would argue, with limited success. I think at the root of that limited success is because if we want to be in a community (which we all do), this is going to be best accomplished by involving all persons. Multifaith efforts, at heart, are efforts to increase community and understanding of differences while strictly eliminating the possibility of evangelization.

I have been involved on campus with developing a multifaith student group. When people ask me why, the one sentence answer is “to build a better and more respectful multifaith presence on community”. My selfish answer: I want, or perhaps I need, a community. And already, I know I’ve found it. And I know that, even from the limited involvement I’ve had this semester, from group meetings sharing ideas to lots of personal coffee dates with lots of people, I feel better, I am better, and if this is fulfilling a need for me, it’s going to fulfill needs for others. This is a student need, but I just can’t explicate it very well yet.

Will students of the New Atheist stripe on campus participate, despite believing that religion, all religion, at root is bad? Maybe–but I hope that the success of this new group will convince them otherwise, that the best community for atheist/agnostics is the humanist community, which I see inherently as congruent with a multifaith community.

So, if you want, do it: call me a faithest. Call me an accommodationist. I wear those badges now with pride.

 

Look, I am GETTING BY

Really. I’m trying. Remembering the voice that says:

It will be better

And it will be, inevitably. Sometimes we have to force ourselves to remember that. By not just planning out projects (check-in days, work days, have-it-half-done-by-this-date days), appointments, finals and midterms and other due dates, but also by planning out celebrations. By planning out the time for us to relax and refresh and have the free time to reflect on our own terms.

And sometimes, there are days like today. Where you feel like it’s ten minutes to midnight, everything is piled up before you, and sometimes all you do is wallow in your anxiety and say “How the hell am I ever going to do it?”.

You will. You do it, one thing at a time. Prioritize, focus, produce lots of tea, channel the stress and fake resilience.

The beat of her voice reminds me of the idea of being at the grind. Grind it out, just a month longer.

We’ll make it. We will. Together.

Reflections on Thought Catalog

I, like most post-millennial twenty-somethings searching for meaning and happiness, have fallen in love with Thought Catalog. Each day, some 20 articles are posted on falling in and out of love, finding meaning in our personal, professional, and global lives. Articles are stupid, cruel, long, irrelevant and yet on point, short, made into lists in an attempt to make them viral, and usually not worth reading. I’ve discovered this after about two weeks of reading everything posted here. Yet, it’s still worth scanning the articles posted. Once you get past the drivel and heaps of garbage of twenty-something bores who have nothing better to do than complain about how their lives center around the personalities of various cities, there is gold. Here are three articles I adored.

When I’m Lonely

That’s why, for me, life has the ability to wound me more when I’m outside and doing social activities than it does when I’m alone in my bedroom. Nothing can hurt me when I’m alone, besides myself. It’s the other people that I worry about, it’s the other people that can really make me feel truly lonely.

Ryan O’Connell wrote this gem and basically I’m in love with everything he writes and I’d probably marry him if I lived in New York. I think this type of reaction is typical for readers of TC. I mean, I think A LOT of people fall in love with Ryan (particularly privileged white gay males who are really introverted and sort of depressed like myself), but everyone ends up finding a writer that totally aligns with them. I would highly suggest going to his page and just reading all of his articles. I’ve probably made this suggestion about 10x already and I think everyone is sick of me doing it. LOL DON’T CARE.

Bad Form: 5 Readings Habits We Need to Kick

Readers are becoming an increasingly identifiable, increasingly tight-knit sect. We’re basically one giant book club.

I debated making an entire post dedicated to this article. The writer opens by arguing that the reading market has become way too specialized, that reading is no longer actually something for everyone. I can’t agree enough. Frankly, if we have a situation where not every single citizen is not trying to digest books like The Brother’s Karamazov, we have a problem. Even more frustrating is that even though we have an affluent batch of people who are the market for buying books, books aren’t getting better.

This, and the five habits the reader identifies as things we need to stop doing, suggest that there is something about our secondary education that is failing. I don’t totally agree with the suggestion that we stop expressing frustration that character’s don’t “represent” us. While I agree that we need to focus more on simply telling good stories instead of trying to include a who’s who of America’s diversity, stories about privileged white gay men coming of age in post-modern America simply have increased my understanding of humanity and my own life. Of course, so has reading books about lots of different types of characters. We need to encourage the creation and digestion of material about all people while also not asking authors to make their books a grab-bag of diverse backgrounds. But, Gingerich said it best: “We live in an identity-obsessed world. It was hardly insightful when author and commentator Touré recently derided the television show Girls because puzzlingly, a show about white trust fund brats living in Greenpoint features no black characters. This dime-store dialectic is inescapable nowadays…”. Plus I love the phrase “dime-store dialectic”.

33 Unusual Tips To Being A Better Wrtier

Take a huge bowel movement every day. And you won’t see that on any other list on how to be a better writer. If your body doesn’t flow then your brain won’t flow. Eat more fruit if you have to.

Everyone is a writer. No, no, you don’t get to be exempt because you flip burgers or you design airplanes or you’re a deadbeat 25-year-old living with their parents watching reruns of Battlestar Galactica. Everyone is a writer, everyone creates content, and we all need to be better. Reflect.

Okay. I’m done sharing. Time to go learn more cell bio.

If math machines fly high over cash money registers then here we find the place of love and pleasure.

Last night I fell asleep to a third obsessive listening to Dark Side and my dreams followed suit. If Dark Side of the Moon holds any place in my identity, it’s late nights in dark garages with friends and the Wizard of Oz (start on the third roar, 25th Anniversary Edition).

Dark Side holds a place in my past as a time when things were open and time was free (so, free time?). I found that this morning, when I slowly woke up without alarm and did things at my pace. Full relaxation. I know I’ve gone hard these past four years, so a return to just one weekend day like my childhood is so welcome.

I’m continuing to collect data. This past week was actually fairly awful, as far as my mood goes. It wasn’t stress or anxiety related to anything real, but rather a pervasive poisonous fog. I didn’t really sleep that well. So it’s too early to make conclusions about some changes I’ve been making, but I know right away that there are more changes that need to happen.

So, for the rest of the day, rebuilding relationships with my camera, a trip to the library, fixing cells, and BAKING.

You are a prodigy

There’s some video that used to float around. It was a high school commencement ceremony, and the speaker said something to the effect of “None of you are special. But each of you are amazing.”

I’m currently reading Multiplication is For White People, by Lisa Delpit, for my exploring education class. It’s a good read, and although I’m not totally thrilled with it I’m still reflecting and growing a lot from it.

I first met Mr. Moss when I brought my eight-year old daughter to his orchestra class. He quickly said hello to me but directed intense attention to Maya. As he shook her hand, he looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Hello prodigy.”

…many of our children of color don’t learn from a teacher, as much as for a teacher.

I love both of these passages. Even though the book is targeted mainly towards the issue of educational disparities in the African-American community, Delpit is always quick to note that, in general, what’s good for a goose is good for a gander.

Arguably, a child’s success lays largely in the hands of how the influential people around them perceive them in status and how these people set expectations for them. When we are able to start to get rid of our preconceived ideas of what education is like, and instead focus on the fact that all children are learners, all children learn, and they will do that only if you want it for them, if you expect it from them. Because that’s going to dictate whether you lead discussions or weeks’ worth of idle worksheet work. It’s going to dictate how you engage, and how you push yourself and your students.

This isn’t hokey, feel-goody stuff. It works. Although home support is really important, a teacher that fully engages and pushes a student with zero home support will on average have about as much success as a teacher who refuses to engage a student who does have full support at home. And when you have a set of students who all have full home support, the teacher that fully pushes and engages the students will see their students having 3x the amount of academic success.

Not only does this stuff work, but it makes me so mad! There are teachers who don’t teach. Teachers who don’t engage, who’s classes are all seatwork. It’s unethical. Their students could be so much successful if, at the least, these teachers could just give a shit. But that’s not the end of it. This is the year 2013. I’m sure successful teachers have been doing this forever. Why is it now just reaching our national attention, that, hey! Teachers should expect the world out of their students.

Let the gentle night envelope you.

They tell you that you should avoid electronic lights about an hour before you go to bed. Or at least, you should use “warm” lights, avoid all small electronics, etc. I don’t know what the basis for this is. If it’s the way our eyes focus on our small electronics, if it’s what wavelengths are being emitted from certain lights tells our brain “hey it’s still day”, or if it’s a psychsomatic effect–we see that things are resting, starting to die out–so our brain is ready to sleep.

Maybe, it’s just that we’re taking the time to put closure on our day before we fall asleep. This is currently my hypothesis, and taking the time to frame it without electronics and bright lights helps me do that. I’ve been calling this my “closure” time, and it’s worked very well for the past two nights, although I woke up at 10:45 this morning. So, today will be really unproductive. I’ve decided already that I’m okay with this. That if I’m rest, when I do work, I’ll probably be more productive.

And in line with that, I’ve decided to completely ignore facebook while on my computer. I’ll check it on my phone every so often, but I refuse to open it on my computer. If I’ve decided that the only reason I’m keeping facebook is to use it as a resource for communication, I need to follow up on that and use it for that only. The idea being that I’ll use the time I’m wasting online randomly browsing facebook and tumblr to rest instead.

So, I’m taking quiet time, I’m living a part of life totally unobserved, and I’m gathering data. Results to be posted when I have gathered enough data points.

One last bit. I’ve been searching, for at least two years, for a song I heard once. I could remember the album cover on facebook, and that it was about a minute and a half, without words, sad, and played by a music box.

I found it. And I think this song sets the mood perfectly for my closure time. Good night.