Cassette Tapes

Which outdated technology do you miss the most, and why?

I miss cassette tapes.

The concept of recording songs off the radio is a lost phenomenon. Radio is almost a lost phenomenon at this point. All is now Spotify and Apple Music, and there’s no spontaneously hearing a song and recording it. Instead, I buy music off of Apple Music if I want it permanently or borrow it as long as I never leave Apple Music.

Mix tapes are not really a thing anymore. I can make a mix tape on Apple Music, but I can’t easily share it. I can share the playlist with someone, but they have to go and buy the music. I can’t share with someone who isn’t on Apple Music. I don’t know if Spotify is any different.

There was a certain democratization of music back in the days of cassette tapes. The quality of the music was poor when we recorded off the radio, but we didn’t really notice because of our lower expectations with AM radio.

I’m not one for nostalgia, and I know there are great advantages with services like Apple Music and Spotify, especially the sound quality. But I miss the old-fashioned mix tape and the heartfelt communication it represents.

Lifelong Learner

Are you a lifelong learner?

I am a lifelong learner. I have to be to do my job. Being a professor means having a body of knowledge and updating it so we can be experts.

Not me.

In addition, I am a voracious reader of articles. Some of what I read is really lowbrow, like those emotional heartbreak stories with a missing ending on Facebook. Others are informative stories about current events. And I will read anything medical I can get my hands on, and that’s how I know the cyclospora epidemic started with Taylor Farms’ bagged iceberg lettuce.

I want to learn calculus, the one class I nearly failed in college. I want to learn molecular biology, because I think it’s amazing that complex life came from one-celled organisms and my cells reflect that. I’d like to learn carpentry because I think my mother wanted me to marry a carpenter (didn’t happen, even though I’ve known a lot of people who did carpentry).

I don’t understand people who don’t want to learn. Curiosity is an innate human trait in most people, and I think we need to ignore our better nature if we decide not to learn.

A Matter of Heart

My husband will be getting a multiple bypass a week from tomorrow.

The development of this situation happened very quickly, or took years, depending on how you look at it. The heart blockages developed over several years, exacerbated by family history. How we found out about it has been a whirlwind of tests and doctor’s appointments,

Richard is young for this — he’s only 57. But that family history made it inescapable, I think. Despite the statins he has taken religiously for years, he has some arterial blockage, and open heart surgery is the best option.

I am dealing with this rather stoically. I think the medication I’m on helps me stay on an even keel. I’m a lot more helpful to him in a stoical mood than I would be with my mother’s way of dealing with medical emergencies — she would browbeat someone for being sick. (Honestly, you would think my broken leg was something I’d deliberately done to myself.) The day of, however, I will be covering up panic.

So I’m taking thoughts and prayers that all goes well. There will be pain (my husband admits he’s a wimp about pain — we’ll see) and recovery time (from what I hear, the cracked breastbone will require more recovery time than the heart) and I will be the responsible person for a while.

I no longer live in the best country in the world.

What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective?

When I was growing up, I thought the United States was the best place on Earth to live. Over the years, my perspective has shifted, and recently, it has shifted rapidly.

When I was young, the country was Fourth of July celebrations and ice cream parlors. I was obviously naive back then, because it also was racism and the Vietnam War. Those things were far away from the rural childhood of a perpetual optimist.

As I grew up, I saw the downsides, but I comforted myself by saying “At least we’re trying to be our best.” It was a comforting idea, and there was plenty of evidence. Even as recently as Obama’s election, there was room to hope that America stood for true equality, at least in its ideals.

With Trump being voted into office twice, I have no illusions anymore. His very campaign promise was to take away from the people his constituents couldn’t stand. The opposite of equality. He has fulfilled this promise in a thousand petty acts on the national and international levels. His definition of freedom is predicated on it being granted to his sycophants, white nationalists and supremacists. As a country, we are bullies. We are no longer the good guys.

I think about moving to Canada, but I don’t have the independent wealth I would need. I don’t have the skills they need and I am too close to retirement. I don’t know if a blue wave would be enough to restore the country. I doubt it — the hatred is still here, still will survive. I do not live in the best country in the world

My Summer is Dwindling Away

My summer is dwindling away, and what do I have to show for it?

Eleven internship visits, 4 classes basically set up, 16 chapters of PowerPoint revised, part of a novel, lots of proofreading/editing, one novel ready for release in October, another waiting on a cover before I ready it for release in January, another (a former Vella cliff-hanger story) that could be published if I get a cover made, six months worth of promotion on Loomly, a lot of rest.

I have about another month of summer, but I can see the ending. I am not sure if I’m prepared for fall semester, because I love the slower pace of summer, even when I get bored.

I’m here at Starbucks right now, trying to write or do something productive. I’m not feeling the novel right now, so I’m not quite sure what I am going to do, but it should be productive.

I ruined my 14-day writing streak yesterday, so I don’t count on doing this blogging daily. But I will do it as often as I can.

Change of Scenery

I’m on a mini-retreat to Lincoln, NE, sitting in The Mill (a coffee shop) writing this. There is a farmer’s market setting up nearby and I’m thinking of wandering over there. The coffee is very good here, but I’m in danger of being overcaffeinated. Hope to get some writing done here.

I slept through the fireworks last night. Richard was watching them from the hotel room (we tend to rent from the top floors so we can watch fireworks). Apparently, there was lightning in with the fireworks. I’m sorry I missed that.

I like Lincoln. It’s quirky and cosmopolitan and laid back in the summer (I don’t go here during football season, when the stadium is the second-biggest city in the state during home games). We’re in the Haymarket neighborhood, which exudes cool.

Wish me luck — I’m going to try to do something productive!

I Speak Only One Language

Which languages do you speak and how did that impact your life?

People in the US do languages wrong. We don’t teach other languages until junior high or high school, when children have more difficulty in learning them. I took French for two years in high school, and I barely know enough to get to the bathroom. I don’t know verb tenses, and I don’t know many verbs in the first place. But I have the first conversation in the French textbook memorized:

Bonjour, Guy.

Bonjour, Michel. Ca va?

Oui, ca va.

(My keyboard does not do cedillas.)

I also can say “Shall we go to the beach?” In French, which will come in handy perhaps never.

It disadvantages me that I do not speak other languages. Not only in international travel, but the fact that the more languages one knows, the easier one can learn new languages. So a lifetime of facility in languages has been denied me.

I went to graduate school with people who knew five languages. In many African countries, this is apparently the norm. I envied them their ability to communicate. I still do. The American Way is not ideal.

Participate

What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?

When I was in high school, I participated in various extracurricular activities. I tried out for school plays and musicals, I participated in the Madrigals group, and I even spent 20 minutes in track (I quit while I was ahead). I wanted to do these things and I found a sense of belongingness while doing them. They also helped me get into the University of Illinois.

When I was in college, however, I didn’t participate in groups or clubs. At the university, I was a small fish in a big pond and the size of the pond intimidated me. University of Illinois had about 40,000 students in 1981, and the groups were full of talented people with greater drive than I had.

As a professor, I encourage my students to participate in extracurricular activities, and I envy them their participation. I really feel I should have continued my participation in something during college, anything. Even if I was a tiny fish in the ocean.

So the advise I would give to someone younger than me is “get involved.” Whatever appeals — theater or chorus, political organizations or speaking clubs, sports or role-playing — participate.

Be Curious

What’s your top tip to be successful in life?

My top tip to be successful in life is simple: Be curious.

Curiosity is what brings us to the things we are interested in; the things we want to do. I can’t think about success without interest; I can’t think of interest without curiosity.

Curiosity is what drives us to learn. I can’t think of success without learning, either. And I can’t think of learning without curiosity.

Curiosity is what gets me up in the morning and drives my reading, my writing, my experiences. I want to know. And everything I learn opens up an avenue. Some I pursue, some I do not.

Being curious moves me forward. Without curiosity, I am an inert lump on a couch. Which is the opposite of successful.

I highly recommend being curious.

A Story Grabs Me

I have an idea that is capturing me, and I am finally writing. Only 1000 words a day, but that is progress. I have been consistently writing for the past few days, and it’s a good feeling.

The story idea started humorously. What if a tradwife influencer and her PR-oriented husband latched on to Barn Swallows’ Dance wanting to take over with their vlog programming? The publicity would be good for the collective, right? There would be a nice ‘fish out of water’ aspect, not only because the collective did real work (as opposed to the fantasy that is tradwife programming) but because there were secrets about preternatural gifts and not-quite-humans that could get leaked.

Then one of my characters took over. Not even one of the point of view characters. Rod Lewis, the one protagonist’s husband, is contemptuous of his wife. Spouses of tradwives, the research shows, often are at the same time they lean on their wives for emotional support.

This becomes a different story. Tisha Lewis now has something to push up against. Maybe her tradwife programming is fantasy, but she has a shrewd mind for what will sell. And maybe she eventually gets tired of Rod’s condescension and subtle put-downs. The collective might help her see her worth.

Rod will react badly to what he sees as her pulling away from him, and maybe he realizes that he needs a firmer foundation than complete emotional dependence on her. A collective with self-actualized men might be a good place to learn emotional balance.

So this story could be funny, but now it has teeth. I like this kind of conflict. This becomes an enemies to lovers story without billionaire Mafia dons. I’m getting to enjoy writing it.