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March 30, 2007

31 Days of Digital Photography

I was prepared, rather, to do this entry tomorrow as opposed to today. I am wrapping up month #3's project of digital photography tomorrow, and I'm a little sad about wrapping it up. It's been a productive month, albeit I did get started a little late...it was hard to switch gears after my trip to Chicago.

I've been thinking...that it's been interesting carrying around two cameras these few days, one my trusty 2.0 megapixel Nikon and Mango's 5.0 megapixel Canon. I do prefer my Nikon, truthfully. The pictures are so much better than his, but don't tell him that. I do think it's time to upgrade though - it loads so slowly, and I think that's what the Canon does better. From on to a shot, it goes so fast. Nikon needs to wake up, warm up, blink the sleep out of its eyes, and then can finally take a picture.

Back to why it's so interesting: the camera really does help me see things a little better. I want to stop and capture things now, not that I didn't want to do that before, but I have a fearlessness about stopping, whipping out the cammy and taking a picture. I am excited for August because it's going to be my 35mm month, and I'm debating about using my Lomo or trying to fix Dad's old SLR. I shoot so much better with my Lomo in that spontaneous style, but the SLR can't be beat.

Another interesting thing has popped up: I'm continuing to write poetry, even though that month has long passed by. Maybe perhaps I bought some new pens from my favorite store EVAR: Kinokuniya. Check out the pens. Dope, aren't they? I want to buy more! I didn't expect that I'd want to write more after having such a challenge with writing poetry, but it's paid off in ways I can't even explain. I hope the same thing happens for me with photography.

I'm a little remiss about next month's challenge: video. While I do have a video camera, it's just a little unwieldy to do video. Photography was easy enough, but I can't just whip out the video cam. Kinda weird. But I'll try to figure out what I'll do with it. 

I'm almost embarassed when people ask me when they're going to get to see my work. I'm a little surprised that people would care enough to ask, but I'm going to post it probably on my flickr soon enough. I am getting closer to finalizing my invitation list for the beatsrhymesnlife anthology, and the email is forthcoming. I am really excited about that opportunity, and am looking forward to putting that out. I am also realizing that if everything works out right, I'll have enough this year with the Year of Creativity Project to put out my own stuff as well. Assuming of course I can edit everything down, you know?

At any rate, the experience thus far: exhilarating. Some of it was very difficult so far (novel writing killed me), but its payoffs are pretty cool. Three months down, nine more to go! But um, two of those months, July and November are unclaimed. If any of you have any bright fuckin' ideas of what you want me to do on either of those months, I'll gladly entertain the notion. Put it in the comments.

Voodoo 

March 28, 2007

The Prodigal Truck Returns

Yay! I get a message from Pops to find out that the truck was found (seriously, only less than 3 miles away and NOT on Third Street). Whew. I'm happy to see that it's back, but I always think it's kinda crap that you have to pay for storage. What kinda weirdness is that.

Anyway, that's good news. My month of photography is almost done, and so far I've amassed 378 pictures. Some of them kinda sucked, so I dumped them. Most of them are of my boring life, and nothing I'd dare to say was 'great.'

Last night, I had a friend I met from the Chicago trip that I went on last month out for drinks. My engrish bad, I know. But I went out to drinks with a coworker and our mutual friend, and we went to the Top of the Mark. It was a nice visit to a place I would otherwise not go to, but hell, when I asked my friend where he'd like for us to go to, he said Old School San Francisco, and in my mind I thought luxury, and off we went.

Beautiful views, and finally, after a few days of weird wind and rain. We could see clear to the Golden Gate Bridge, the Bay Bridge, all the way to the hood. Werd. Live piano music, and wonderful drinks. So good.

Overall, a good day for me as I believe my late nights at work are finally done. The truck is finally home, and I had a good time with friends at a beautiful joint. I get to see Mango Man after the day is through too.

Oh and Lost is on tonight! Yippee!

Designed some new shirts (this is also part of my Year of Creativity!)...please keep checking because new stuff is coming soon! 

Voodoo 

March 24, 2007

All Good Things...Barrio Fiesta, Stolen Cars and

It's early, I'm tired, and I haven't blogged. I'm a little hopped up on adrenaline, and I want to go back to sleep, seeing as to how I went to bed late and all.

First off, the last few days I've been with my students as they get ready for their PCN. It was hell, I tell you, from a technical perspective, but in the end, as with this group, they are strangely blessed with the ability to pull it off. What's amazing is that they really do this over and over again. I'll mark this as the worst pre-production I have ever seen. Congrats, kids. Like I said, no one knows you screwed up until you show us that you messed up. Chewing gum on stage. Kills me.

Last night, I got home pretty late. Mango was passed out, but I hadn't eaten dinner at that time. I get home, tell him I'm hungry, then  figure it's too late for us to go tooling around for food (and i'm not going to Lucky Chances, sorry), We instead go to Jack in the Crack, which excites Mango because he gets to relive his College Late Night Food Run experience (Jumbo Jack with cheese and 4 tacos). Two experiences with the porcelin gods should mean that his college days are over, baby, over.

This morning, my dad is shouting, MY CAR! MY CAR! VOODOO WAKE UP! SOMEONE TOOK MY CAR! He let his ride warm up in the driveway, and went into the bathroom to, uh, drain, and he heard the truck driving away. So yep. Someone jumped into his truck and sped off with it. He gave chase on foot, but couldn't get a good look at the person. We called the good ol' SFPD and they sent over two women officers (while Dad was talking to them, I went to get Mango, who was in bed, that there were two pretty hot women cops outside...he came out, went to wash his face and be presentable, then they drove away. Hahahah.). It's frustrating that someone might be watching our house, or that we are probably at risk being so near a crappy part of town and on the end of a cul de sac (if that's what the bourgeois call the dead end) where we get a lot of foot traffic from the hood. I also learned that if we happen to see the car and take it back without calling the officers, we get taken down at gunpoint. Fancy.

Well that's it for now. I have a video for you to watch since you do rely on some cultural references:

Little boy. Beyonce. WTF? WORK IT OUT, HONEY.

Enjoy. Shitty morning, long week, and I'm ready to take a vacation again...but that's life. You get up and you move on.

Voodoo 

 

March 22, 2007

WORK IT OUT, HONEY!

Say what you will, but I LOVED this. Made me laugh my ass off, and by the way, god bless the children.

 

Voodoo 

March 20, 2007

News and Notes: Voodoo Stands Still

First off congrats to Tootles who welcomes a new baby sister to the world. To think...she could have literally joined us in at Rudy's Can't Fail. Also big love to Buff Bagwell and Whitley on their engagement. Congrats...it's about time.

Job fair: sucked. I wish I could have put my finger on it, but at the end of the day, I was not wanting things to go my way. I wasn't feeling like the dog and pony show came to town and I wasn't about to go whore myself off to jobsites. And the Paris school wasn't even there. Ass.

I have come to one conclusion: I have built it. They just need to come. And if you don't know what I'm talking about you need to go Google it. I have literally not put myself inline with where I want to be, that is, I haven't put my heart and soul into my search. If I had, I'd probably be getting more bites, but the truth is, change is hard, and I need to be okay with that before I can move on. I feel like not knowing where husbandido is with his job life means putting my life on hold for now. I have been in that holding pattern for a while, and it almost breaks my heart.

I would love to do this all over and go to new places and do new things, but my heart's not into it. I'll be honest with you, it's mostly my fault, but I can't move until I get my shit together anyway.

I am moving along though, with my photography, taking pictures of mostly things around me, whenever I leave my office and go places. I don't do too much, honestly, but so far I have about 170 pictures to show for it. I think I'm going to work on a new site to catalog all that I'm doing thus far.

Which brings me to my next point: I am going to edit a book for all my BRLers including published posts from all the brl family and the brl friends. it will include photographs, paintings, sketches, whatever my staff has come up with in the last few years. I plan on trying to find a publisher, but I also plan on self-publishing if I can't find one so we can have a catalogue of all the hard works we have put together over the years.

I'll send out an email to my staff and to brl friends/family. if you're interested, and you don't appear on my usual lists, please email me!

 

thanks,

voodoo 

March 16, 2007

Mission Unaccomplished: Still Gainfully Employed

I got the phone call today from the JuCo...no love. I swear. I think this is God's way of telling me that I might want to consider sticking around for a bit.

I'm willing to suck it up. Really. I thought about good I have it, then thought about the parts that I was unhappy with, and instead of fighting it I was going to rule. And wait for something good to come around. I am a little heart broken, but I can't help but be okay. I mean, I have a job, right?

At any rate, I am off to do some work in the employment department and try to get out there a little early tomorrow for a job fair. Wish me luck. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. One of the schools is located in Paris. Heh.

 

Voodoo 

March 10, 2007

How I Make Decisions at Work

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Come on, like you don't need one of these.

Voodoo 

 

 

March 07, 2007

Down for the Count: The Poetry Numbers

Okay, so I owed you some numbers. Poetry. Yes.

24.

I'm a little embarassed, actually. I set such a high goal for myself. 50. But alas, it wasn't to be. Poetry happens to be a wonderful form of expression, and I just couldn't bring myself to crank out shit poems for the sake of a deadline. I am going to definitely continue my writing as I go through the days. It was wonderful to settle into a practice of writing before bed, after the day's events came and went, contemplating everything.

But March, my friends is the month of photography. I wish, however, that I remembered that. I haven't taken a picture yet. I will have to bring my camera with me to work and everywhere else I go for the next few days. I am going to organize a slide show for you when I'm done. That means I'll have to get out of the house, won't it. Great.

I am looking forward to picking up more creative forms as I go along. Now if only I could remember what I was going to do next.

Ah wait, 25 including the Fag Hag's Lament.

Okay I feel better. thanks Sammy.

Voodoo 

 

March 06, 2007

The Interview: Voodoo Gets Into It

Man oh man. I had a job interview today. I wanted to do it because mainly because I need to keep my skills up and get my name/face/butt out there to meet the people. Oh yah, and the money was good. But anyways, I enjoyed meeting people, talking with the peoples, etc.  It was a strange interview, one I had never done before: a one hour writing sample and the second hour is the actual interview. I prepared myself with my favorie pen, but I was taken to a computer lab and given the prompt: retention. Great. I crank out two pages, single space. I did a word count when I was done, and busted out 1167 words. Why wasn't it this easy when I was doing my novel. Hrm. At any rate, the admin comes back and prints out a few copies. It comes out a little crazy, but 6 copies. Done and done.

I notice that she said to save it on the desktop. I do so, and there is another .doc on there. Arnold.doc. I wonder if that's another applicant. I am tempted to open and read, but I don't.

I am now escorted to another building, where the actual interview is going to go down. I'm in a room that has a huge oval shaped table with a hollow middle. An oblong donut. I'm on one side. Five other people on the other side. They are all older than me except the African American woman; I try to not feel so distant from them, but it's hard. The chair I'm in is big and deep. I sink into it like a kid. There is a list of questions before me. I've never been in an interview where the questions are actually sitting there in front of me. I shove it aside, literally. I am not going to rely on it. It seems like a weird thing to have at an interview anyways. I know if I read it, it will make me not do the whole eye contact thing.

9 questions. 50 minutes. I am exhausted afterwards. Good questions though. I find out that this is just the first round. I may or may not be asked to come back for the 2nd one which involves the President and the Vice President. Holy moly. Big stuff. I was wondering why I was going to meet five people, most of whom already work in the Center. Intriguing. I think learning that made me more stressed out. I did, however, answered every single question. Nothing too difficult, but I got a sense they were looking for something specific.

I don't know how I did. I left with that oh shit feeling in my heart that never bodes well, but at the very least I know I need to step my game up. Here's some of the good stuff that you need to know for an interview:

1. Know your population. I studied the shit out of their clientel. I also made sure I understood their language and thusly was able to speak to them in terms that they know.

2. Know why you are a good fit for the organization. First question at almost every single interview I've ever had.

3. Be confident but not cocky. You're applying for a job and wanting to show your best qualities. You're not a know it all. They are.

4. Eye contact. Maintain it. Even when they're not. 

5. Go to 99 Ranch afterwards and buy yourself a bag of shrimp chips and eat them on the way home. You deserve a reward for all your hard work.

You want to read my essay? After the jump. Wish me luck. 

Voodoo 

Developing retention strategies for diverse student populations is not the responsibility of one individual on campus; in reality, this position truly exists with each office on campus, each faculty member and staff member is responsible and should be held accountable for the retention of students on the ViewPoint College campus. However, before the objective is placed before the individuals who work at Skyline, it is important to do the following: study the current trends at Skyline, look at transition data (length of time to graduation, follow up of students who have left ViewPoint before graduation, etc.), and understand the needs of that population.

            Getting to know the population of diverse students on campus is critical and crucial to the success of any retention program. By identifying needs, assets, challenges, and perceptions, student service professionals will gain an insight into the processes that need to be retooled or developed in order to retain those students. It has been instrumental to me as a Director to not only work with colleagues but include students in the dialogues that are necessary to begin the retention process. Building rapport is an underrated skill for student services professionals, and one that I would hope to encourage my colleagues to undertake as well as understand the ramifications on retention.

            With relationship building in mind, there are three processes that I would implement at ViewPoint College: 1) Early Alert, 2) Develop Retention Counselor Staff, and 3) Coordinate a Pre-College and Current Enrolled Student College/Life Skills Series.

            The Early Alert Program serves to provide students, faculty and staff with a means to address classroom or other behavior that may place a student at-risk. Note that the students are not at-risk, rather that the behavior is placing them at risk. I believe that the connotation, while subtle, creates a mindset that our work with students is not based on a deficit model. Students have the capacity to succeed and may encounter difficulties that often go unnoticed other than being reflected in their test scores or final grades.

            The Early Alert Program can be available online for faculty and staff to indicate that a student is performing poorly in class: engaging in behaviors that are not appropriate for classrooms (falling asleep in class, consistently attending classes late, excessive absences, etc.). The program can also be utilized by staff members to indicate that a student has missed appointments consistently or has not turned in necessary intake paperwork, etc. The Early Alert Program would allow for the student to be notified that they are being put on notice regarding their individual situation, and the notification can also be sent to respective advisors, counseling center or dean's offices as needed.

            The second process to be implemented would be further develop existing counselor skillsets or to create new positions for counselors whose sole job responsibility is to serve as retention counselors. These individuals would be responsible for holding students accountable to their academic contracts (which would be developed at intake) or collaborating with other professional colleagues to ensure that the individual students are following through with getting their needs met. For example, a retention counselor would work with Coreen to make sure that she met with her tutor twice weekly and that she created a study schedule for herself for the remainder of the semester. The counselor would also follow through with her on a regular and consistent basis, meeting biweekly or as indicated at their last meeting. Counselors would also work with the tutors to ensure that the student's progress is moving along the planned trajectory. In creating a retention counselor program, it is also important to create a space for diverse students on campus where students can access information readily as well as partake in events or simply to study. I expect my colleagues to practice an open door policy as well as leaving the office from time to time to interact with students wherever they might be: events, hallways, cafeterias.

            I feel very strongly about professional counselors and advisors receiving professional development opportunities. It is imperative for counselors to further enhance their skills as well as networking with other colleagues to learn what is working on other campuses and identify on our home campus what we are, in fact, doing very well, and areas for growth. I hope to send counselors to NACADA as well as any relevant TRIO Program conference opportunities.

            My last recommendation would be to implement a pre-college and currently enrolled student College/Life Skills Series. Several colleges around the United States currently utilize the First Year Experience program for incoming first year students; these courses combine mentoring by upper division students, a course taught by a retention professional on campus, and content specific to developing effective study skills. The program would allow for students at any level to participate in the series that in turn are carefully developed with the student in mind (courses specific to students on probation, students who are transferring at the end of the semester, or students who are English Language Learners, etc.). The courses would last throughout the semester and be credit-bearing, and the faculty member as well as the upper division student would meet with the students individually during the semester. Ultimately the faculty member, the student and the retention counselor who works with that student in his/her caseload would collaborate during the semester to follow the student's progress.

            Ultimately, as a result of the three retention programs, I hope to increase retention levels of the TRIO participants. It is important to state that the support that students will get will no doubt be intrusive, by NACADA's definition to mean active support as opposed to passive forms. Faculty, staff and students must collaborate with each other to ensure that such efforts are being made on a consistent and steady basis. This is an expectation that I have for my staff as well as for faculty and staff around campus.

            Finally, while this is not part of my retention plan for the campus, it is important to disseminate the information we have learned from creating such program to other individuals whether that be on this campus, another campus or at a national conference. To share the skillsets the retention counselors possess with other staff/faculty members on campus would help to create a shared system of beliefs, language and culture on a campus that is already very learner-centered, as well as increase the accountability of each individual to a culture of retention. I believe that it would be our responsibility to share our research findings with the community at large and with colleagues to assist in the retention of diverse student populations throughout the country.

March 04, 2007

The Whirlwind: Chicago to SF to Sea Ranch to SF

I'm sorry. I stopped blogging a few days after, well, my second day in Chicago.

Two truths emerged during said trip: I don't like being away from the Mr. Mango. I also like to travel, but it's much better on my terms. My days started at 6:30. On the bus. At 6:30. Any of you who know me KNOW that I freakin' HATE mornings. Its hard enough to get up at 6:30, but I had to dressed and ready to rock by 6:30. Sucks. REAL bad. Once on the bus, we had to get to our next stop, sometimes an hour later. Traffic and weather permitting, it was a difficult trip, but what made the trip fun was the colleagues I met on the trip.

The trip was basically my sister colleges and myself heading out to schools to present ourselves. Twelve schools in 4 days. Two states. Fun, isn't it? Yes and no. It's not easy to be on the road like that but it's definitely doable, and I met students that I would have loved to work with in the near future.

Strangely enough, I was the only person of color on the trip...and for some of the schools I was the only person of color in the goddamn building. It's hard to reconcile the differences between us, but I felt like my presence in the schools may have made some people think...twice? I don't know. I spent a lot of time thinking to myself about what it meant to be a person of color on the road, selling to the white masses. My mission in life is to provide access to those who do not have said access, and it's amazing to be in beautiful large high schools with people who are clearly privileged in ways you will never be. You feel simultaneously small and big at the same time. Small because you are the other. Big because you will always always be underestimated, a position that never fails to amaze me.

My days ended mostly around 5PM, and we had dinners together with the exception of one day and I had dinner with colleagues. I looked forward to those moments more than the other events, to be honest, because I appreciate the opportunity to meet other like-minded individuals who live in the same "world" that I do and dialogue, dialogue, dialogue over drinks.

As the week progressed, and as you may have noticed, I didn't blog as much, and the reason is because I was exhausted. I don't do well in new environments. It takes me a while to get used to new environments, new hotels, and new sounds.  While trying to fall asleep, the sound of the snow scraper thingies, what's that called, snowplows, fascinated me. I would jump out of bed and watch them circle around, removing the snow from the ground, clearing black pavement from white snow. Abso-fucking-lutely fascinating. This means I didn't get to sleep until later, and of course, this means that I wake up exhausted and tired. SUCKS so bad.

We ended our trip at a Latino high school, and this was by far my favorite visit. It was late, I was already deliriously tired, but still connecting. I felt my eyes burning, maybe from too much air in my face, the hot air from heaters, or just being exhausted. I was able to pull down 70 interest cards (students fill out cards when they want more 411), far more than any of the other schools I went to. Speaking a little Spanish helps ;-) A few of my colleagues and I rented a limo (that could fit all 5 of us and our suitcases) to take us to O'Hare. It was a blissful goodbye, but we wound up being a little sad about the leaving part. Great colleagues. Love them.

Upon arrival at O'Hare, I found that my flight was delayed. Imagine my surprise. Shit, that sucks. I try to get onto an earlier flight, but there was no love there. Oh well. I wait almost three hours to depart after I arrive at the airport. On the flight I want to pass out but can't. Shit.

I get back to the crib, harass the Mango man, and wake up the next morning to go to Sea Ranch for a retreat. Horrible drive. If you've ever gone, it's like hugging every single curve of the California coast. It's 100 miles from SF, so the ride takes a while. It's not THAT far, but the road is pretty demanding for the most experienced driver. I wish I had Peaches to drive up there, but I had my bro's truck. It was tough, but a great ride. Staff retreats, well, they're fun and all, but it's a little bit o' hell when you're trying to put everything together. Getting back this afternoon, it was nice to be able to decompress and hang out with my family again. It's nice to be home; the road is fun, but ultimately it's the people around you who make you feel "at home."

Enough... I have to catch up on Lost. :-) Update on poetry month comes tomorrow.

 

Voodoo