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Saturday, April 18, 2020

Captain's Log, Day 12: I Put the "I" in "Identity"


Date: April 18 (technically 19), 2020
Time of post:  12:39 AM
Quarantine Day: 34
Last Song I Listened To: “Woman's World” by Little Mix
Last Person I Communicated With: Savannah Winkler via Instagram DMs
Last Thing I Ate: 3 halo mandarin oranges
Last Thing I Read: A Snapchat message
Current Mood: proud
One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: grocery shopping and finished graduation presents
One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: I mean, I actually did all the things on my list today
One Reason I’m Stressed Today: I have a big History of the Book “quiz” to take this weeked
One Reason I’m Happy Today: the ChALC Conference today was wonderful, and Zetta Elliott is an amazing human being and incredible speaker!

Dear Apocalypsers,

I’ve been thinking a lot about identity today. It started this morning with the biannual ChALC Conference. Months ago, we picked a theme: “Fantastic Identities.” The M.A. Class of 2020 has a pretty big Children’s Lit cohort—I think there are 6 of us (me, Lexi, Dustin, Mikayla, Molly, Noelle)—and we’re all involved with ChALC, and we’re all very into diversity and representation in Children’s Literature. (And it probably helps that, to quote the best compliment Nick Cady has ever given, “We’ve got to be one of the gayer cohorts.”) So we knew that if we were going to have a hand in planning this conference, we wanted it to be about identity. And, because K-State has some of the coolest connections, we were able to get Zetta Elliott as the keynote speaker.

Cue COVID-19 mess.


Thankfully, Karin Westman is the ChALC sponsor, and we were able to move the conference online via Zoom. In some ways, that was great, because people from across the country were able to join in. On the other hand, we lost the opportunity to meet Zetta and potentially have lunch with her and ger her to sign our books and all the geeky things that a Children’s Lit graduate student would desperately want to do. But, I’m trying not to get bogged down in that. I’m just going to make Phil Nel introduce us in person someday.

A line from Elliott's most recent book, a collection of poetry inspired about the
lives of her mother and grandmother.

Zetta’s keynote address was called “Magic, Mystery, and History: Forging Radical Black Girl Identities in Fantasy Fiction,” and she talked a lot about her own family history and her relationship with her racial identity. It was really beautiful and powerful and brought up a lot of concerning points about what kinds of books are “allowed” to feature Black or Indigenous protagonists, and, because of all this drama, award-winning authors like Zetta Elliott have to self-publish their work to get it to readers at all. Apparently, most children’s books published with a Black protagonist are in the “nonfiction,” “biography,” or “historical fiction” category, because those are the genres that most often win the Coretta Scott King Award. If a book wins the Coretta Scott King, it’s basically guaranteed to stay in print, and every public and school library will end up with a copy of it—which is great news for publishers. So that creates a cycle of only publishing those genres, and then those genres are the only ones that win, so on and so on—and nobody wants to “risk” publishing other genres like science fiction and fantasy, because they might not make a profit immediately. What they don’t see—or don’t care about—is that introducing books with Black protagonists from different genres could start trend and that, in the future, there could be a really diverse array of books up for (and winning) the Coretta Scott King Award.

But that’s not what capitalism’s about, is it?



When I think about identity, YA novels immediately come to mind. Teenagerdom is such a hard time, partly because everyone’s self-conscious and trying to figure out who they are. I mean, the plot of every teen movie is the "outcast" or "weirdo" suffering for not fitting the status quo and slowly "finding their place," usually with people who accept them "just the way they are."  Fantasy and dystopia YA take the bildungsroman to the next level and throw in a casual “save the world” mandate or “the world is ending” proclamation on top of the already dystopic reality of puberty. Katniss and Peeta, at 16/17/18-years-old have to come to terms with their constantly shifting identities. Peeta even keeps a list of words that he uses to “try to figure [Katniss] out”: friend, lover, victor, enemy, fiancée, target, mutt, neighbor, hunter, Tribute, and ally (Collins 270).


It should be known that the whole Children's Lit
cohort is obsessed with Ebony Elizabeth Thomas' book,
The Dark Fantastic. We read it for Phil's class last spring
and actually got to Zoom with her. And she and Zetta
Elliott are friends!
Basically, this photo is hella important
to us now. 

 In Dread Nation (2018), both Jane and Katherine must come to terms with what it means to be a Black girl in Justina Ireland’s zombie-infested post-Civil War world. Jane seems to have an understanding of what being Black means to White society, but she also knows what it means to her, and she’s learned how to work around the system as much as she can. I’m thinking specifically of the moments where she makes herself sound uneducated to get White characters to leave her alone, saying, “My momma says the best wat to get what you want from people is to give them what they think they want. They expected me to be stupid, so I used that to our advantage” and “Sometimes you have to live down to people’s expectations, Kate. If you can do that, you’ll get much further in life” (Ireland 62, 63). Katherine, who is white-presenting, has a harder time with her identity, because on one hand, she can live as a privilege white woman, but at what cost? She tells Jane, “[Passing as white is] exactly what I don’t want. I don’t want to live the rest of my life as a liar. To turn my back on my own people” (362).

But identity isn't limited to teenagers and YA, as Daniel Heath Justice shows us in The Way of Thorn and Thunder (2011), where many of his characters find themselves straddling more than one identity. For Tarsa, the main protagonist (maybe?), she struggles with suddenly having her identity as a Redthorn Warrior taken away as her Wielder identity is Awakened. Being a Wielder is uncommon, and she is shunned by her community; she feels out of place herself until Chapter 11 "Becoming" when she accepts her identity. Other characters, like the gender neutral zhe-Kyn , Averyn, embody characteristics of both genders, and they are a valued healer in this world. Even Tobhi, who is portrayed as personable, honest, and well-liked, is "different," as he is a Leafspeaker. His skills are rare among Tetawi, so he isn't "normal," either, and the same can be said of Quill the Dolltender. But, for Tobhi and Quill, their differences (or anomalies) make them highly respected members of their communities, and there is yet no indication that they ever faced the kind of discrimination that Tarsa has. Overall, Justice's world is reflective of Indigenous culture which is more accepting of “anomalous” gender identity than our society is, in that The Way of Thorn and Thunder views identity as more of a spectrum than a binary and that "anomalous" people are not "wrong" but special and important.
This is a post from an astrology account that I follow on
Instagram. It "prescribed" me (a Pisces) 5-10 times a day. I listen
to so much music every day, so this was a pretty (and strangely
accurate) "pill to swallow.."


With all of this bouncing around in my head, I started thinking about my own identity. (Don’t worry—no Earth-shattering revelations are about to be revealed.) So, I do what I always do when I need some feel-good energy: I turn on Little Mix. They’re probably my favorite girl group, and I’ve actually come to appreciate them more as I’ve gotten older because 1) they’re best friends, and that comes across in every song they record and every interview they do and 2) they are unapologetically proud of the things that society tells women they shouldn’t be proud of, from their weight to their sex lives to “four letter words” to how big their boobs are (these are the things that definitely made me uncomfortable at first, coming from a small Southern town, but now it’s what I love about them). They have a song called “Strip” on their most recent album, LM5 (2018), and I literally cried came on Spotify today. I was in my kitchen, microwaving some chicken nuggets, and I just cried. (It’s not even a dramatic ballad! That’s “Cannonball,” which of course came on immediately after, and I was such a wreck after those 2 songs, omg.) I think it was this part that got me: “Take off all my make-up 'cause I love what's under it / Rub off all your words, don't give a, "uh", I'm over it / Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this / Finally love me naked, sexiest when I'm confident / You say I ain't pretty / Well, I say, "I'm beautiful", it's my committee” (Little Mix).




I don’t have a great history with my body. There are things about myself that I’m not comfortable with—my weight, my skin, my teeth—and I generally just feel a little bit like I’m trying to hide myself. Growing up, I was always told that I was “so smart.” I was “writing my own ticket,” and “my parents must be so proud.” What I don’t remember being told was that I was pretty or that I had a nice smile or that someone had a crush on me. I do remember not fitting into my 7th grade Spring formal dress because I had gained weight. I remember being told by my neighbor that we could work out (at 12 and 13) and get me “from a Large to a Medium.” I remember getting cast as the comic relief character but never the beautiful leading lady and being told that boys were “intimidated by me.” I remember not getting asked to Prom. I knew I was smart, and that quickly became my identity—but I wanted to be pretty.

And, weirdly, it took moving halfway across the country to find peace with myself. That’s what I realized today. For years, I thought something was wrong with me. Maybe I wasn’t particularly pretty; I didn’t hear that much (except from my parents, but they’re obligated to say that, right?) Maybe I was a little too chubby or my one wonky tooth was too wonky; I had never been asked out, never kissed anyone. Maybe I was too loud or weird or naïve or focused on my career. But when I got here, I found people who loved every part of me—and told me. And that gave me some much-needed confidence to love myself. Like the girls of Little Mix say, “If you got little boobs, love it / If you got a big ass, grab it / If you got nothing big, rock it / It's your life, go get it, if you want it” (Little Mix).
And, wow, do I want it.

So, if you’ve read the last 1600 words, thank you. Go jam to some Little Mix. They’re sure to make you feel good about yourself. (I highly recommend “Joan of Arc,” “Wasabi,” “TheNational Manthem,” “Woman Like Me,” “Shout Out to My Ex,” “Power,” “Salute,” and “Little Me” in addition to “Strip" and “Cannonball.” "Woman's World" (My "last song listened to" is so powerful, too. Definitely worth a shout out here.).

And, if you’re still figuring out who you are, may the odds be ever in your favor. You’ll get there.

Katie






Works Cited:

Collins, Suzanne. Mockingjay. Scholastic, 2012.

Ireland, Justina. Dread Nation, HarperCollins, 2018.

Justice, Daniel Heath. The Way of Thorn and Thunder: The Kynship Chronicles. University of New Mexico Press, 2013.

Little Mix. “Strip.” LM5, Syco, 2018.

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Captain's Log, Day 11: Quarantine Isn't a Piece of Cake, But I'm Making It


Date: April 16, 2020
Time of post: 10:05 PM
Quarantine Day: 32
Last Song I Listened To: “Cheating on U” by Lacy Cavalier
Last Person I Communicated With: group text with Mikayla and Lexi
Last Thing I Ate: coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee
Last Thing I Read: “The History of the Book in the Caribbean and Bermuda” by Jeremy B. Dibbell (for my History of the Book Class)
Current Mood: motivated
One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: Apocalypse DB and quiz; HoB DB
One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: grading!
One Reason I’m Stressed Today: grading!
One Reason I’m Happy Today: Zoomed with my Children’s Lit people (and Jacque) last night! We made a video for Anne Phillips and sent it to her; unrelated, we also made a video of us singing “All-Star

Dear Apocalypsers,

Welcome to my food blog!

JK.

But really. I meant to write this last, but, instead, I Zoomed with friends and went to bed at a decent hour—closer to 2AM than 4AM! So I’m just going to write what I was going to write yesterday.
One of the small, individual cakes I made.
Every once in a while, I get the desire to bake. Which is weird, because I don’t have a huge sweet tooth; I’m much more of a savory snacks person, and French fries are Kryptonite. (If you ever want me to do something, just offer me French fries, lol.) So, usually when I bake, I keep a few things and take the rest to the office…which I can’t exactly do right now…and that’s how I ended up with a whole 9-ish-inch, heart-shaped cake that I’m not 100% sure what to do with yet. (I’m taking suggestions!)

Anyway, I’m also not a “baker baker.” I only bake things out of boxes, but I do like to tinker with them. (My secret ingredient is vanilla in everything.) So, yesterday, when I got the hankering for baking, I went to my cupboard to see what I had; it’s like the dessert round in Chopped. I had yellow cake mix, but not much icing, so I decided to try my hand at a coffee cake. I grabbed cinnamon, brown sugar, vanilla (duh!), and maple syrup, and voilà! Here’s my “recipe.” (Let me establish that I literally threw things in the bowl with the cake mix, so these are very rough guestimates of amounts—and I’m awful at judging amounts. Honestly, cooking with Katie is more like “follow your heart.”)


Katie’s “Pseudo-Koffee Kake”
Cake:1 boxed yellow cake mix 
3 eggs (as per cake mix instructions) 
1 ½ c. brown sugar, packed 
1 c. milk 
1/2 c. oil (as per cake mix instructions) 
~1/3 c. maple syrup (I used a light maple syrup, but I assume any kind will work) 
2-3 tsp. vanilla flavoring 
Cinnamon to taste (I used a lot—like, multiple Tbs.)

Oatmeal Crunch Topping: 
*Note: depending on the size of your cake or how thick you want your topping, you can double this recipe. I like more topping, so I doubled it*
1 pack instant oatmeal (a brown sugar cinnamon or spiced oatmeal is ideal, or you might need to add your own spices** to the mix; I used Quaker Gingerbread Spice oatmeal) 
~1/8 c. brown sugar 
~1 Tbs. butter (soft) 
**If using plain oatmeal, add cinnamon/nutmeg/pumpkin pie spices at your discretion 

Directions: 
·         Preheat oven to 350 F
·         Combine dry cake ingredients in a large mixing bowl
·         Add wet ingredients one at a time, mixing as you go
o   The cake mix called for 1 c. of water, but I substituted 1 c. of milk
o   Note: if the batter starts to look too soup-y, you can probably cut back on the oil. I ended up having to add about 3/4 c. of flour to thicken it
·         Grease your baking pan
·         Bake approximately 30 min. (Use the cake mix box for guidance)
·         While the cake is baking, combine oatmeal, brown sugar, butter, and optional spices into a small bowl; mix gently
·         Add softened butter and combine until crumbly
·         After 30 min, my large cake was still raw in the center—that’s good!
·         Remove cake(s) from oven, brush on a light coating of maple syrup, and top with oatmeal topping
·         Return to oven for 15-20 min. or until done
o   Note: my small cakes didn’t need the extra time, but I left them in for around 5 min. to toast the oatmeal
·         Remove from oven and enjoy!
 
The larger cake that I still don't know what to do with.


We’re all dealing with this apocalyptic scenario in different ways. For me, isolation has really just emphasized parts of my personality that already existed: I like to create—be that through baking or PowerPoints or crafts or Harry Potter spreadsheets or carefully curated Spotify playlists. And I keep thinking about how it’s not really that different from how the protagonists in our texts and movies cope with their own grief and traumatic experiences.


Katniss made lists—see this post for an entire entry about that—and I’m definitely doing that in my own way, through the little check-ins at the beginning of each post.
Jane in Dread Nation (2018) is proactive and action-oriented, taking the lead and making plans and trying to gain some semblance of control over her situation, and I feel creating something is my version of that. I can’t go fight zombies—partially because I’m not supposed to “go outside” or “be around people”—but I have total control over any fanfiction I write or what books I read or what ingredients I add to my cake.

I’ve noticed that the characters in Daniel Heath Justice’s The Way of Thorn and Thunder (2011) seem to put a lot of emphasis on relationships. Tobhi, especially, comes from a very social and close-knit community, and I see a lot of my own values in the Tetawi people. Molli Rose is described as speaking “plainly and without concern for diplomatic niceties; her concern was for truth and good sense, two things sadly rare in the world these days” (Justice 169), and, if I’m being honest, I tweet the most quotes from chapters with Tobhi, because he always seems to be spreading wisdom: “Ye did what ye could. No one’s askin’ ye to do no more” (117); “[Tarsa] had a good heart and a fiery spirit, two traits that were much honored by [Tobhi’s] people” (111); “It weren’t like today, ye know, where most folks don’t know how to share words without losin’ their understandin’ of each other” (118).
Tobhi and the Tetawi seem to focus on people, which is even more important for me these days, since I get so little face-to-face interaction. I’ll stop schoolwork for a Skype chat with friends; I’ll give my students extensions at the drop of a hat; I just think it’s more important right now to show compassion and care about people than to hyperfocus on what we would “normally” accomplish if we weren’t…you know…in the middle of a pandemic.



We’re all just trying to make it out of this with our physical and mental health intact, right?

And, that being said, may the odds be ever in our favor,

Katie




Works Cited:

Justice, Daniel Heath. The Way of Thorn and Thunder: The Kynship Chronicles. University of New Mexico Press, 2013.

Monday, April 6, 2020

Captain's Log, Day 7: There's No Going Back To Who and What You Were Before


Date: April 6, 2020
Time of post 11:45 PM
Quarantine Day: 22
Last Song I Listened To: “Infinity” by One Direction
Last Person I Communicated With: the Apocalypse class GroupMe
Last Thing I Ate: macaroni and cheese
Last Thing I Read: The Way of Thorn and Thunder by Daniel Heath Justice
Current Mood: meh
One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: grocery shopping (and what a task that was)
One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: watch the short film for class
One Reason I’m Stressed Today: I’m weirdly concerned that the UK Prime Minister has been hospitalized with COVD; like, I was for some reason convinced that world leaders wouldn’t get it
One Reason I’m Happy Today: my parents have been sending people in the cohort congratulations cards when they pass their defenses, and people are so surprised and happy when they get them! (Molly got hers this week!)



"There’s no going back to who and what you were before,” Unahi to Tarsa, pg. 32 of Daniel Heath Justice’s The Way of Thorn and Thunder (2011).

Dear Apocalypsers,


This week for class, we’re reading a high-fantasy novel by a friend of Dr. Tatonetti’s, and the above quote really stuck out to me. (Side-note: I cannot wait for the day that I can teach novels written by my friends. It’s an inevitability at this point. I’m putting it out into the universe.)

We keep saying “when this is over;” stores have signs that say “temporary hours,” and I’m reminded again of the tenacity and persistence of the human spirit. Yes, this will pass, as every other pandemic has in the past—but when we step out of our houses and apartments like Plato’s proverbial man inthe cave, will it be the same world? I’m no expert, but I hope we’ve changed. And I don’t just mean that I hope we hold onto this sense of community and respect for healthcare workers, grocery store cashiers, and postal workers or our newfound appreciation of teenagers in fast-food jobs and everyone else in food service—though all those things are good and should ideally continue. Tragedy always brings the nation closer…for a little while, at least.

And I don’t just mean that the world might get their act together and wash their hands regularly and that governments will be more prepared for future crises (though as long as Trump as in charge, I doubt the U.S. will).

I think the world will feel different. We’ll have lived through a major historical event (I hate myself a little for typing that; I’ve seen it so many times, and I’m kind of over it), and that changes someone. 

Changes us.

Hopefully for the better.

I know that I already feel different. I’m not sure how to articulate it right now, but I already feel more appreciative and more grateful. I also feel angrier and a little more cautious. I’m definitely even more aware of how very ill-prepared we are for disaster and how incredibly lucky we are not to have had a pandemic of this scope in 100-ish years.

Really, to quote Taylor Swift, “All I know since yesterday is / Everything has changed.” And that’s a very surreal thing to be aware of. I’m not sure how I’ll feel when we finally come out of isolation, how long these anxious feelings will linger. I went grocery shopping today, and the air in WalMart was just tense. It was so quiet and empty. People weren’t bumping into friends and having conversations; there weren’t screaming children. Half the people were wearing surgical masks and the other half were abruptly stopping in the middle of aisles to stay 6ft away from another shopper. How long will grocery shopping make me nervous? How long before the thought of my parents going out to the store won’t make my stomach tighten in knots? I’ve always been afraid that I’d lose them early in life, but I’ll be damned if it’s COVID that takes them from me.

All I know about this image is that this is Matt Smith
as the Eleventh Doctor, but I liked the quote.
Unahi tells Tarsa that she can’t go back to who she was before, that she’s not the same person she was. That seems to be a running theme in this class: After Deckard falls in love with Rachel, he can’t go back to retiring Replicants; once K believes he’s Deckard’s son (and half-human), he can’t take back the hope that gives him; society can’t go back to the way it was before the apocalypse in The Road; Katniss can’t stop being the Mockingjay and go back to before the Reaping when she was just a poor girl in District 12; Jane can’t change the fact that she was sent to Summerland; Tarsa can’t go back to just being a Redthorn warrior now that she’s a Wielder.
We can’t go back to a time before COVID-19.


And I guess we could argue about whether any of us ever had a choice in all this—Fate vs. free will and all that jazz—but it doesn’t really matter. It’s kind of like in Doctor Who where there are keyevents that can’t be messed with or the whole universe will be screwed up. Or like the entire plot of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (2017) where two 11-year-olds just mess with the past and drastically alter the future. We can’t go back and change what happened, so maybe we just have to take each day as it comes and deal with the future when it gets here.

May the odds be ever in our favor,
Katie


Works Cited

Justice, Daniel Heath. The Way of Thorn and Thunder: The Kynship Chronicles. University of New Mexico Press, 2013.