Only In Austin...

Tom Hughes Park on Lake Travis, formally (and always to me) known as Marshall Ford. After a day of floating in the lake drinking cerveza Tecáte and enjoying the Austin heat, I was no longer white... simply red - and I'm not talking about Red Hucknall and the boys.

It was a great July 4th, 2008.

Hope, Arkansas

Airport hangers? Construction storage? Rail yard? Nope. Discarded FEMA trailers.

The Google image is missing several more in a field SE of the airport deposited after the above image was taken but can be seen in the oblique image below.

While driving to visit Historic Washington State Park just outside of Hope, Arkansas our group passed the Hope Airport and were witness to a field of FEMA trailers. These trailers are surplus from Hurricane Katrina and number in the ten thousands. Much debate exists regarding re-deployment, economic stimulus to Hope (rent), and their potential dangers with possible formaldehyde contamination.

I lived in one for two weeks while working in Bismarck, ND... they weren't so bad... well... for two weeks.

FEMA Trailers Sit Empty in Hope
FEMA Trailers 'Toxic Tin Cans'?

Currently, they are available for auction but I have a feeling the majority are not going anywhere anytime soon.

FEMA Auctions Trailers at Hope Airport
FEMA auctioning off trailers at fire-sale prices

A smaller storage in Selma, Alabama:
Madison, IN:

Fate, Faith or Coincidence?

So, I spent last week in San Marcos, Texas coordinating the Mississippian Iconography Conference that I do every year. My eight hour drive home yesterday was fairly uneventful until I got into eastern Oklahoma. As I pulled off the highway to indulge myself in an order of Sonic tater-tots, some interesting events unfolded.

Approx. 7:45PM
My stomach begins to rumble and I see a Sonic sign on Interstate 40 at Sallisaw. I exit and head into town.

Approx. 7:50PM
I finish eating my order of tater-tots covered in cheese, put on my seat belt and turn the key to start my jeep. When turning the key, I am greeted with a cacophonous BANG from under my hood, followed by the instrument dials in the dash moving back and forth in a "not so normal" way. As I wonder, "what was that!", I begin to see smoke billowing out from under the engine hood. My only thought... "shit. why did I stop for tater-tots in Sallisaw, Oklahoma." (BTW, Sallisaw is where the Joad family turned west out of the dusty Oklahoma poverty in attempt to find a better life in "prosperous" California.)

I get out of the car, open the hood to discover that my battery shorted out and the loud bang was the battery acid covers being blasted off the battery into the underside of the engine hood. My thoughts changed.. "I'm screwed."

Thinking I'll need to hitch a ride, call a tow truck or something else to fix this, I looked up in amazement.. Next door to the Sonic was an AutoZone. My thoughts now moved to.. "Wow." I walked over to AutoZone and purchased a battery.

7:54PM
I asked the clerk at the AutoZone what time they close in case the new battery does not fix the issue. "We close at 8PM", he stated. I looked at my phone. It was 7:54. They close in 6 minutes. My thoughts.. "isn't this just the most interesting set of events?" I walked back to Sonic and installed the battery.

8:10PM
Battery installed, I turned the ignition key. My jeep started like nothing even happened. I loaded the old battery into the back of the jeep and drove out of Sonic. The ice in my cherry-lime aid hadn't even had time to dissolve and water down my drink. My thoughts returned to "Wow." I got back to Fayetteville with only a 30 minute delay.

Five minutes later, I would have been in a much worse situation (both in time and money). The last hour of my drive was consumed with wondering whether this set of circumstances were the result of fate, faith or simply coincidence. I'm leaning toward simple coincidence... and a little luck.

Fixin to, Is it at, This data, Like

So, maybe growing up in central Texas didn’t help the fact that I picked up some regional grammatical errors throughout childhood. Like, I’m fixin’ to get the problem with that data where you are at.
Yes, I am constantly checking myself to avoid using phrases such as “fixin” or the ubiquitous use of “like” and those damn dangling prepositions (Where is it at?). Most recently, I am fighting with the proper usage of the word “data” in its correct plural form. Does this make me odd that I am trying to overcome these issues? I’m certainly not odd for having them.
One cannot converse it seems to a person without the reference to a third person as “like doing something” rather than just “doing something”. Or even better, “He was like, ‘I can’t believe it!’” rather than “He said, ‘I can’t believe it!’” The use of “like” I’m sure would make for an interesting linguistic study. Call me old, but I remember its use as a regional slang for a group of rich girls that lived in upscale San Fernando Valley – “Like totally... oh my God!” Popular culture allowed it spread and now 25 years later, it is “like totally” a grammatical virus (well, maybe not the totally part – that’s dated).
The dangling preposition is another often-misused phrasing that also makes me ask why. Is this because we are lazy? Is it easier to say, “Where is it at?” vs. “Where is it located?” Why not just drop it all together and simply ask, “Where is it?” When one says, “Where are you going to?” doesn’t that seem redundant? I don’t get it, but often it gets me and I have to correct myself.
Oh, and what about the use of words that are not words? Irregardless, for example. I remember in a senior level History of Anthropological Theory class where the professor (who typically presented himself as a know-it-all) used irregardless all the time! This is a person who talked constantly about his degree and studies in English/Writing and the numerous books he has written! Maybe he was just saying that to make everyone scared when it came time for us to write our papers.

Why am I thinking about this right now when I should be sleeping or better yet, working on things that are stacked up on my desk? I came across a short article in the recent AAA Anthropology News that discussed regional accents and the social biases that people might make because of a regional perception of “bad English” (not about Bad English, the “like totally” lame 80’s band). In the article was a web link to the Speech Accent Archive. On this site, individuals can submit a recording of themselves reading a common paragraph aloud, in English. Through this, one can realize that the accents are not the result of “bad English” or bad grammar but to understand the systematic linguistic components based on various regional dialects. I thought it was cool… and well, it got me to write this post of where my recent thoughts about grammar exist, at. No! Not him again!