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Murphy is our 7 year old kid. He’s a black DSH cat with a little white mark on his chest and on his belly. I’ve never been one for cats, but grew into them when Heather and I were married.

Ever try photographing a black cat? Not easy by any stretch of the imagination.

We found Murphy at the local animal shelter. I bent down to scratch another cat and he came up and introduced himself by licking my hat. He has personality, to say the least - a perfect addition to our family. And he’s laid back. Not much phases the cat, not even when he had his temp taken for the first time at the vet’s. He simply fell asleep with it up there.

Murphy’s original name was Prince. So for a short time he was known as “the cat formerly known as Prince,” or just by the paw print. That soon passed. Murphy is more dog than cat sometimes, chasing his stuffed mice and bringing them to us to throw (his version of fetch). Early on he had a ribbon he would carry in his mouth all across the house, hoping someone would play with him. He still does that but now with milk rings. The ribbon must have been a phase. Murphy sleeps on us, wakes us up, and is an outstanding conversationalist when he wants to be. In all ways, he really is a part of the family.

So as you might have read through my Twitter and Facebook postings, Murphy is going through some unknown health problems right now. He’s lost quite a bit of weight, is not eating with regularity, and lethargic. He’s our kid and so we’re naturally worried and doing all we can to help him get back to normal. Here’s the story to date…

About a month or so ago, I took Murphy to the vet to see about the hair loss around his tail and on his ankles. The doctor weighed him, asking me how much I thought he was. I guessed 16 lbs.; he was always a fit cat for his size. The doc told me Murphy weighed 14 lbs, which was odd. Over the next few weeks we saw him lose more weight, so I brought him back in. On this visit he was 12 lbs. and his eating habits were sporadic, to say the least.

Like any cat, Murphy loves a good ball of yarn.

At this stage, the vet did blood work on Murphy which turned out to be negative. Next, he did X-Rays which came back negative for blockages, growths or something adversely affecting his eating habits (like an abscess in his mouth). However, the doc did notice that his intestinal tract was a inflamed some. He gave him prescription food and a B12 shot to stimulate his appetite. This seemed to work that night (pretty much eating everything we put in front of him) but after a day or so he went back to his sporadic eating habits: tuna some day, wet food another.

Murphy’s lack of appetite (which is called feline anorexia) has been one of the major issues surrounding his weight loss. Sometimes he eats tuna, other times Pounce (a common cat treat). He won’t eat his dry food yet he nibbles on the dog’s food once in awhile. He eats some wet cat food, but doesn’t care for the venison or duck flavored prescription food (we don’t even that good). He always goes nuts whenever we eat yogurt, although he is a bit finicky over flavors. Peach is his favorite, followed up by strawberry and blueberry. He’s not a fan of key lime pie or other tart ones. We’ve forgiven him for that.

The latest weigh-in for Murphy is 9.5 lbs. He’s skin and bones, literally. He’s lethargic and doesn’t eat with any regularity. The doc has drawn some more blood to run specialized tests on his liver, pancreas, etc. We’re also giving him pills to stimulate his appetite but it hasn’t kicked in yet.

Murphy loves sitting in the window, looking at the neighbor cats.

To make sure there’s some sort of sustenance in his system, we’re letting him drink water from the tub’s faucet. He usually comes out looking like a drowned rat. We’re also having to force feed him watered-down food with a syringe. It’s not exactly a fun experience for any of us, but it’s necessary.

I’ve heard from quite a few friends about different conditions that I might ask the vet about, and I am very grateful for those suggestions. I’ve mentioned some to him already and I’m planning on doing it when the test results come back, hopefully Monday.

Murphy is our kid. He’s our boy. He gives us love and attention and keeps us safe by pointing the way to an occasional mouse, fly or other household intruder. So if we need to run more tests, we will. And if we have to take him to a cat expert, we will. We are committed to getting him back to a healthy state.

Please make sure to keep your paws crossed and think about Murphy when you can. Good wishes are welcomed and will be returned in kind.

The other day I received a FWD from a family member that stressed the importance of saying Merry Christmas and not Happy Holidays this year, because “don’t forget that Jesus is the reason for the season.” Usually I just delete these e-mails and move on. To each their own, right? Today, though, I decided to respond with a Reply All message. Some members on the list I’m related to by marriage, others were just there from the previous FWD. I don’t know how it will be taken but I felt I needed to be heard on this issue. I feel much better now.

Here is what I wrote…

“I would just like to point out that there is more than just one celebration going on throughout the months of December and into early January. A few of these are typically what what we think of as the “holiday season,” but some are not:

Dec. 1st - World AIDS Day
Dec. 7th - St. Nicholas’ Day
Dec. 8th - Rohatsu (Buddhist celebration of the enlightenment)
Dec. 10th - Human Rights Day
Dec. 11th - Hannukah begins
Dec. 18th - Islamic new year
Dec. 25th - Christmas
Dec. 26th - Kwanzaa begins
Dec. 27th - Ashura (Islamic holy day celebrating Noah leaving the ark and Moses being saved by Egyptians)
Dec. 31st - New Year’s Eve

As you can see, December is not a Christian month per se.

Fact: Ramadan is not celebrated in December. Rather, it was August 21st through September 19th. Ramadan is a 30 day holiday of purifying the soul to refocus their attention on God and practice self-sacrifice.

Fact: Kwanzaa focuses on the faith and the family, community, and nation in which people live.

Finally, to those friends who are atheists or believe in traditions that are found in other cultures - celebrating mother Earth or the like - the winter solstice is celebrated in the month of December. This was the pagan holiday that inevitably became Christmas.

We are a multi-cultural society. There is no denying this fact. Rather than isolating ourselves isn’t it best to embrace these differences? To say “Happy Holidays” to my students is not an offense against them or their religion, nor is it a PC term coined by the political pundits or politicians du jour. “Happy Holidays” is simply a term that encompasses all of those celebrations we engage in during the months of December and January. I am wishing the best for all of the celebrations. Therefore…

To my Christian friends, I will say Merry Christmas.
To my Jewish friends, I will say Happy Hannukah.
To my African American friends, I will say Happy Kwanzaa.
And to everyone, I will say Happy Holidays - wether they are Jewish or Christian, Atheist or Buddhist - for it ’tis the season to celebrate that which you cherish the most: your faith in that which is greater than you.

So please remember what your faith says about embracing and respecting others as they would embrace and respect you.

Alec”

*I was originally going to write this for a commentary piece but they found someone else. Here is the unfinished piece. Someday I’ll finish it up…

On October 2, 1950, a new cartoon strip from United Features Syndicate debuted in eight regional newspapers. It wasn’t a Batman, a Steve Canyon, or even a Li’l Abner. Its main characters were neighborhood children and a little dog and the strip’s title was a common legume. But almost 60 years later that same strip has made such a profound impact on American culture that anyone age 8 to 80 knows its one-word title. Peanuts.

Charles M. Schultz’s iconic comic strip has made an indelible impression on anyone who remembers reading it in the daily newspapers or Sunday funnies. The characters are icons of an innocent generation that never seems to grow old: Charlie Brown, Linus, Lucy, Peppermint Patty, Schroeder, and Pigpen. Even their pets invoke a smile or two, depending on whom you liked better: Snoopy and Woodstock. Each strip was a self-contained story, not bound by the next day’s installment. Peanuts’ goal was simple: make the reader laugh. But it did much more than that.

Growing up, I remember identifying with Charlie Brown more than any other character. I was the outcast, the one who was picked on, and was not the least bit athletic. I even called myself Charlie Brown at times. He was part of my identity – someone I could identify with in a way. But I also knew the smart ones who were the Linuses, the talented ones who were the Schroeders, and even the not-so-clean-smelling ones like the Pigpens. As I looked around, each character seemed to be attending my school. I saw myself in Charlie Brown – similar identities and similar outcomes. I wonder how many other people thought the same thing?

But Peanuts wasn’t all about identifying with characters. The strip itself broke barriers and talked about issues ahead of its time. Lucy dared to dream about being a Psychologist and fall in love with a musical virtuoso. Charlie’s pal Linus, was a philosopher-in-training, doling out advice at his wall of knowledge. Peanuts broke racial barriers with the inclusion of Franklin, an African-American character, in the 1960s.

Schultz was not afraid to challenge gender roles of the time, going against the traditions shown on Ozzy & Harriet or Father Knows Best. He gave girls a pivotal role in the action or reactions of the strip, as leaders and as followers. Lucy was a force to be reckoned with and Peppermint Patty was a tomboy to the Nth degree.

Mark Twain is one of my favorite authors. He spoke about things that others were afraid to - and he did it tongue in cheek. Naturally, he even had an opinion about golf: “Golf is a good walk spoiled.” I used to think that too. Boring game, and even more dull to watch on TV. Not anymore.

Today I went out and played 18 holes with a friend of mine - we’ll call him Arnold Nicklaus for this post. I’ve been going to the driving range for about a month now but that’s a static environment: it doesn’t change and I don’t move around much. I wanted the thrill of a course and the challenge of picking the right clubs for the distance to the hole. I thought that I was ready. But as Arnold tweeted, “the course is another beast - it’s not a driving range.” So truer words were never spoken…ehh, I mean written.

We went to a good local public course today, nothing too difficult. I was averaging around 8 shots per hole (definitely not something to brag about folks) but when I hit 6 and then  a 5 on two different holes, I thought “oh wow - I’m actually getting the hang of this.” And hearing the hollow ping of the ball hitting the neck of the club face resonated in me, as if to say “damn that felt good.” Don’t get me wrong - there were plenty of “did I do that?” and “oh crap, oh crap, oh crap” shots. But I didn’t care. Those were still fun too. In class I would call that a “teachable moment.” Alas, Sunday gave me more than my fair share of teachable moments.

So Mr. Twain, I have to say that you were wrong about golf. It wasn’t a good walk spoiled because we happened to ride in the cart. What I did realize was that I had been wrong about golf oh this past 25 years - it’s hard work, frustrating, quite athletic, and personally challenging. It’s just what I need to work out my dissertation frustrations - not that I have any of those.

Thanks Arnold for walking this newbie through 18 holes and giving me advice and pointers. I’ll be back to the golf course with a better Pitching Wedge in hand. That I promise.

Now, where did I put the Advil and heating pad?

I recently graded the final exams for my Visual Communication class. The first section requires students to identify something specific about an image - whether it be artist, stylistic device, or equipment. On one answer, a student wrote the following:

Really…what’s up with all these name questions? How am I supposed to remember that kind of stuff? I have a hard time remembering the names of my teachers, much less random photographers that have no relevance to my life besides some test.

Alas, I cannot address this student’s concern in person so I thought it might be advantageous to put a quick posting up and explain why names matter. Perhaps this may be helpful for other students that happen to read this blog in the near future.

Here are some reasons why names matter:

1. Names give ownership. One sounds far more intelligent when saying “Arnold Newman photographed Marilyn Monroe” than “That old dude with a beard photographed Marilyn Monroe.”
2. Names can give you a point of reference. Let’s say you want to recreate a style or image from a particular artist. Identifying that artist provides you (and them) with ethos.
3. Without names, we would not know key points in our history. Knowing names allows you to converse and engage your friends and the rest of society with a level of confidence and intelligence that shows you are willing to learn and respect those that came prior.
4. Part of a humanities education includes that which may not be applicable to a technical trade but rather to one’s humanistic growth.

While we’re at it, allow me to dispel some myths about why instructors ask for names on exams:

1. It’s not because I need to put in extra questions for the test.
2. It’s not because I want to trip you up.
3. It’s not because everyone else does it so I do too.
4. It’s not because the test bank told me to do so.

An exam is merely one way I can assess your ability to recall, identify, and apply the information you work with throughout the semester. One way we do this is by asking students to name significant people in the field. The “real world” is a myth. Students are in the real world when they enter college, for if you don’t believe that then why is there such a concern over grades and GPAs?

I hope this helps explain why I ask students to identify names on exams. I now return you to your regularly scheduled blogging.

I have to admit, I don’t remember much of seeing Walter Cronkite anchoring the CBS Evening News. He left in 1980 and I was only 8 then. I think I had other things on my mind then, Star Wars figures being one of them. It was in his post-CBS efforts that I remember seeing him and hearing that voice. That unforgettable voice telling us how it was.

Did you know Walter trained himself to talk at a rate of 124 words per minute so people could understand him clearly?* Most people talk around 160 or so, topping out around 200 with “high talkers.” Amazing. And even today he is still part of the CBS family as the voice introducing Katie Couric for the CBS Evening News. He gives her an implied ethos of sorts.

Walter was one of the greats. Ethical. Honest. Always put the story first and considered his audience as intelligent receivers worthy of the news. He was there for it all: JFK assassination, Watergate, Apollo 11 Moon landing and so much more. If he was there, we were there. Very few people today rank up there with Walter, or even have a School of Journalism named after him.

If there’s anything we can learn from Cronkite’s brand of journalism it is to honor the story. Today’s journalists - on the left and the right - have seemed to forego that ideal for ratings or political points. In the end, was Walter a Republican or Democrat? Did it even matter? Not really.

Thanks Walter, for teaching us that.

*And thanks to Wikipedia for that bit of trivia.

Do you remember Morgan Spurlock’s show 30 Days? Essentially Morgan stood and acted in someone else’s shoes for a month. Interesting concept and quite eye opening on some episodes. Here’s why I bring that up.

Most people think politicians are out of touch. Those in the House and Senate - even Governors - lack the knowledge of what it’s like to be part of the traditional working class even though they claim “I know it’s hard - we’re doing our best for you. For those who believe our politicians have lost contact with the “average” person, 30 Days might be the answer.

Here’s what I’m thinking. We could require those elected to high office (Senate, House, Governorship, etc.) to participate in a similar program where they go into a community (not their own of course - people would recognize them) and have them engage in a person’s daily activities and work load. The average person would be one who is not comfortable middle class, though, seeing that this level of our country is slowly going away. Rather, they would take on a role of those that are being affected the most by the economic recession (especially prevalent in Elkhart county and the state of Michigan)

• Office Manager
• Customer Service
• Waiter / Waitress
• Retail Sales
• Car Sales
• Janitor
• Factory Work

The politicians would have an hourly salary and that’s it. No benefits. No assistants. No vehicle. Just a few clothes on their back and the goal of figuring out how they could live and survive on that, and that alone, for 30 days. I bet some would back out after the first week, but I think it might help these politicians really see what life is actually like outside Washington.

Think it would work? Think politicians might actually get things done in Washington having experienced the “real world”? Who knows. It’s just an idea. But then again, most good things start out as merely an idea.

As I begin the second phase of my doctoral studies, I find myself struggling to having to adapt my writing style to the industry standard for the Academy. And I’m not alone. In fact, I really didn’t notice this “issue” until a colleague (JO) mentioned having the same issue in her microblog. Sort of like having an unrealized itch. I hate it when someone mentions they have one; all of a sudden I do too.

So now I’m becoming hypersensitive to my own writing style (it’s happening with this blog entry…dang it). As I read comments about my dissertation pre-proposal from my committee, I realize that I’m slowly having to switch from a more metaphorical, conversational style of writing to something more objective, formal, and straightforward approach. Wherein I could rely on my audience to have knowledge about certain concepts and ideas, now I have to explain myself in more depth and avoid generalizations. I’ve done it before when writing my M.A. thesis, but it’s been awhile. And class papers aren’t the same thing. So this is a new experience for me.

Not that this whole process is a bad thing. Really, it’s not. I keep telling myself that I’m learning something new here that will help me compete and grow as a teacher and researcher. But I have to be honest - it really isn’t my preferred method of  writing. It’s just not all that engaging (at least to me). Sorry folks. But I’ll do what I have to do to get the degree.

As I struggle, feel free to provide comments, suggestions, or pithy comments to help  me curb my old ways. My fear is that my own style will fade off into the distance and replaced with prototypical academic writing. If this happens you have my permission to slap me upside the head and say “snap out of it!”

Dear U.S. Government and Former President Bush,
 

Last year you voted to give banks $700 billion dollars for a financial bailout of the banking system. You said the goal was to use these funds to help stimulate the economy, have banks give out loans, and “save” the banking system from failing. I believed you. But after seeing how most of the banks (not all) have spent my money for their own personal gain, and not providing public accountability for these funds, I have to say that I am extremely disappointed.
 

Due to a lack of competence in utilizing these funds for “good,” I am requesting a refund of my portion of the spent bailout funds, $1050, as well as the encumbered amount, $1050, for a grand total of $2100. A majority of the banks have shown that they are unable (or maybe unwilling) to hold up their end of the bargain, so I’m pulling out.
 

Please contact me via e-mail and I will be happy to send you my mailing address. I’ll gladly accept PayPal, a certified check, or a money order, however I’m not comfortable taking a personal check.
 

Sincerely,
 

Alec R. Hosterman
alec@alechosterman.com
Mishawaka, Indiana

Perusing Michael Wesch’s favorites on Youtube (he has some fascinating videos), I ran across this interview Tom Brokaw and Edwin Newman did with Marshall McLuhan on the morning after the presidential debate between Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter in 1976.  Amazed at what McLuhan was saying - it almost rings true to what has happened in the 2008 presidential and vice-presidential debates.

To what extent are the candidates pandering to the crowd, to the moderator, or to the camera itself? It’s a trick of the television, of the medium, according to McLuhan. Interesting insight.