Here’s a photo I snapped this evening (using my smart reasonably intelligent phone):

I took this picture at about 8:00 in the evening. Owen is reading to his sister, who selected the Dr. Seuss classic Hooper Humperdink…? Not Him! to read with her brother. In fact, she was on a bit of a Seussian kick this evening, as she also had him read Hop on Pop, Green Eggs and Ham, and Would You Rather be a Bullfrog?

This is so great for so many reasons I’m not even sure I can count them all. Still, I’ll try…

1) I once read that the best indicator that children will grow up to be lifelong readers is not whether or not they were read to, but whether or not they observed their parents reading. My kids certainly observe their parents reading all the time. My life has become immeasureably improved in profound ways due to books I have read through the years (75.1% of the books I’ve read are non-fiction), and I am thrilled to see this love of learning being passed onto my kids. It’s a great way to ensure that, in a world of Tweets and memes, they will possess the desire and talent to thoroughly digest a topic when the need arises.

2) Owen is almost done with second grade, so I’m pleased that he’s become a competent reader by now. Earlier this weekend, I saw him reading a book on dinosaurs, and another one on the periodic table. The book he’s reading to Isla in the above photo is, of course, a few steps down from he earlier reads, but I like that he kept his audience in mind and read to her level. Overhearing him this evening, I was happy to hear him not only read every word correctly, but to also employ that sing-song voice that’s so vital to bring Seuss’ words alive.

3) Jennifer and I read to that kid all the time – and he owes us. While other two- and three-year olds would fall asleep in the car on the way home and then allow mom or dad to lay them sweetly into be for the night, Owen would bolt straight upright upon putting the car in park (I can’t tell you how many times I drove at about 1mph to avoid coming to a complete stop at red lights, and thus waking up Owen), and demand performing his routine, even if it was 11:30 at night. Yes, yes, of course we would say, “No, it’s too late and we’re too tired,” but then he would be upset and cry for an hour. All in all, then, it was better to just do the routine. And that routine consisted of reading – sometimes ten books at a time. And, like me, he had a preference for non-fiction. I had to force him to sit through Cowboy Small one evening in an effort to show him there’s joy to be had in fiction, as well. So, yeah, he owes us. Glad to see him helping out in the evening as we wind things down.

4) Isla is an incessant reader. She brings us books all the time and, if we’re too busy, she’ll sit on the floor, page through book after book, and approximate the text as best she can. She doesn’t even need a book; she’s happy to “page” through old birthday cards, instruction manuals, and even completely blank Post-It Note pads. It’s tough to keep up with her apatite for reading. In fact, all those anti-gay marriage troglodytes are wrong: The best family for a child is not 1 man + 1 woman, it’s, like 5 men + 5 women. I know this because Jennifer and I can hardly keep up with the two we have. It’s great of Owen to help out in this regard.

Jennifer and I believe that Isla will begin reading at a younger age than Owen. I hope she does. Owen spent the last hour of his night reading quietly up in the bedroom before turning off the light. I checked in on him and he looked up from his book and told me some fact about this flying reptile from the Cretaceous Period that was seven times larger than humans. “Daddy,” he said, “I was picturing you standing outside and then trying to picture something seven times bigger than you! Oh wow! I can’t even think of how they could fly!” Isla, likewise, will be able to keep herself occupied a lot easier once she can read.

Two weeks ago, I discussed books that I read (or managed to avoid reading) for my college class. Now that that class is all over, it’s time to look toward the summer, which I think will get here at some point and will, in my view, last for nearly four months (until just after Labor Day, when I start my next class). So this week, I’m gonna list off the books I plan to read before September 3rd arrives…

Wicked, by Gregory Maguire

My mom-in-law gifted me this book for Xmas, and it’s just been languishing on my shelf since then. In my defense, I had a lot of books to read during that six-week break in between class back then, and I’ve had to (literally) shelve everything since then. Now it’s time to correct that.

Lennon, by Tim Riley

Same thing here. Mom-in-law included this big-ass (784 pages!) book with my Xmas gift. I looked at the pictures, but so far, that’s all. I hope to bring this to the cabin sometime this summer and just tear through it. Bonus: In case of inclement weather while at the cabin, Jennifer and the kids and I can all huddle underneath it.

A Minnesota Kid, by David Butwin

Okay, in all honesty, I might not read this one. On the plus side, I can submit a review for publication in the local paper and get paid for that. On the down side, I’ve tried to delve into it twice already, and both times I couldn’t get interested. I’ll give it one more shot.

Minnesota’s Oldest Murder Mystery, by Gary Brueggemann

Now here’s a Minnesota-based book that does look engaging. The author teaches at Century College, my alma mater, so that’s cool. I don’t own a copy of this book, but I’ll either check it out of the library or buy a copy soon.

Buddy Holly is Alive and Well on Ganymede, by Bradley Denton

In preparation for the film of the same name that’s coming out next year, I’m wending my way through this sci-fi novel right now. Well, not right now, but you get what I mean. I’m on page 118 or 192, so I should have this one polished off by week’s end. So far, I like. Oh, if you want to buy a copy, looks like Amazon is parting with copies for $300. So…no…you can’t borrow my copy.

Human, by a whole boatload of folks

Okay, I actually started this book, I think, back in 2008. Yeah, it’s true, I think this is the longest time that’s elapsed from commencing reading a book, to completing it. We’re at five years, and counting. In fact, back in September of 2010, I wrote about some stuff I was reading in chapter four. Well, I’m on chapter seven now, and chapter eight is, by a wide margin, the shortest chapter in the book, so my goal is to finally put this book on my “list of books I’ve read” by summer’s end.

An Infidel Body-Snatcher and the Fruits of His Philosophy, by Dan Allosso

Got a copy of this book a couple of months ago. It looks promising. After all, there’s a drawing of the female reproductive organs on the cover, so that kind of makes reading it a no-brainer. The author is a Minnesota resident, so I’m hoping to read the book and (assuming I like it), invite the author onto Atheists Talk for an in-depth discussion.

11/22/63, by Stephen King

My in-laws let me borrow this book, and I’ve already had it way too long. It’s quite the tome, and I’m still only (!) on page 500-and-something out nearly 800 pages. But I’m trying. I want to finish this one soon, so I can give the book back. If I do finish it, it will be the first Stephen King book I’ve ever read.

Some smutty romance novel

No seriously, I’ve been meaning to read some trampy pulp romance novel for a while now. I just want to see what they’re like. It has to be just right: some harlequin of around 150-200 pages, with a standard pre-set branding on the cover, complete with Victorian-era people on the cover, on a rocky cliff, maybe with water or a ship int he background, clothing falling off, limbs intertwined and strategically placed so as to cover what needs to be covered so that the book can be displayed in respectable venues like libraries and bookstores. I hope it’s so bad it’s good.

Today at work, I had a bevy of computer work to do. I was going to listen to an audio book I have loaded onto iTunes, but, instead, I decided to have on the Star Tribune’s live streaming of the state capitol events today.

Back on Thursday, the Minnesota House of Representatives voted to allow same-sex marriage beginning August 1st. Today, the Senate was set to vote. In a way, this was the easy one. I wan’st sure if the bill would pass the House, but with a comfortable majority of Senators having already expressed support, today seemed mostly proceedural.

Still, it’s a big deal. Minnesota – which should have been among the first five states to legalize gay marriage, is now set to become #12. Not exactly trail-blazing, but still ahead of other progressive-minded states, like Nevada, Hawaii, Oregon, and Illinois. And still ahead of those fighting-to-stay-in-the-19th-century states that we oddly fought a war to keep…Mississippi, Alabama, South Carolina, and that one with Stone Mountain.

It’s also a big leap forward from last year, when Minnesotans were presented with enshiring anti-gay marriage text into the State Constitution.

Anyway. Here are some stills I grabbed from the streaming. And, to the Star Tribune, thanks for the coverage. If you don’t like that I am posting these images, let me know, and I’ll take them down.

I was watching a live stream of the events at the State Capitol, and the camera zoomed in on this group. Notice the guy on the left: his sign is informing us that 1 woman plus 1 man equals one (levitating) infant. Presumably he’s there to show his support for banning the marriages of infertile people.

Here’s another image from events at the Capitol this morning. God’s plan is simple? Um…having read the “good book” a few times, I can tell you that’s false. His plan involved arranged marriage, rape, incest, polygamy and (for women), no chance of divorce. Abraham, Jacob, Samson, David, Solomon, and others didn’t think marriage = 1 man and woman, either. Maybe the sign refers to a different god.

They’re singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Seems like an appropriate song on, like, just about every level.

Do you remember this photo, which I first published here back in February?

Back then, I said I might write more about these books later. Well, now seems an appropriate time. There are only two more class periods this semester, so I’m almost done with Introduction to African American Studies. I have class on Tuesday, then again on Thursday, and my final, 12-page paper is due by 5:00 on the 15th. So, yeah, 95% finished.

Here’s a review of the books, in the order I was assigned to read them, to help my loyal reader[s] decide what to read while they’re at the beach this summer…

The Making of African America (Ira Berlin)

An enjoyable kick-off to the semester. This book appealed to my love of history; it’s an account of the four “great” migrations of persons of African descent in America. Berlin’s comparisons between the four migrations are a bit strained at times, and he insists on offering four examples every god-damned time he needs an example. For example (ha!), at one point he was discussing music, and then he offered four examples of music that came out of each migration. That’s not so bad, but when it happens eight times in ten pages, it gets old. Also, he repeats himself a lot. In class I mentioned how he said nearly the same sentence three times within two pages. That got a chuckle out of my classmates. The ones who were awake.

A Mercy (Toni Morrison)

Some lower-class white guy in the 1600s mail-orders a bride, stumbles ass-backwards into owning a black, female slave, and somehow has a Native American woman tagging along with him. One of them was pregnant, too. Then he dies. Then there’s, like, 100 pages left in the book where this United-Nations-of-women have to try to make a life for themselves in an extremely patriarchal society. Or, at least I think that’s what the novel was about. I couldn’t figure it out. It had this stream-of-consciousness feel to it, a gimmick authors use to get readers to think it’s a cool book. I, on the other hand, don’t think it’s a cool book/film/TV show unless I can at least figure out what the heck is going on. We had to write an in-class paper on this novel, and I got an A-, so maybe there isn’t anything to get. Skip it. 

Twelve Years a Slave (Solomon Northup)

I wrote about this book back in March, so go read that AT THIS LINK. It’s not exactly well-written; Northup isn’t a master of English by any means, and he has that ubiquitous 19th-century habit of spoiling his story before he gets to it. Still, it was an engaging telling of an important story. If you read only one book from the above pile, make it this one.

Women, Race, & Class (Angela Davis)

Davis provides a compelling glance at the struggle of rights in America, particularly how women’s rights and civil rights intersected. The book told about, for instance, how not all abolitionists believed in equal rights for women, and not all women believed black people should be allowed to vote. Davis is also a Marxist, so she paints pretty much every historical figure in a negative light. Unless they’re a communist. Then she loves them. She later conflates reproductive rights to mean “the right to prevent or end pregnancy.” Then she moans about the for-profit structure of our marketplace. I’m sure Davis gives all the profits from this book to charity. Or Cuba.

Brothers and Keepers (John Edgar Wideman)

Well, this could have been an awesome book. A true-life account of two brothers: one is a college professor, the other is serving life in prison. It’s written by the brother who’s the professor. Unfortunately, Wideman turns the book into a self-indulgent diary. He spends 12 consecutive pages, for example, detailing his drive to the prison to visit his brother. His brother, who has the more interesting tale, gets about 15-20% of the book. In between, Wideman uses every literary device he can conjure, and spends big chunks of the book telling readers about minutiae that is probably interesting to no one. Like when he whines about the day he took a shortcut to the prison once, and how that really messed up his day. When we discussed this in class, I said, “He’s trying to tell us how tough life is with a sibling behind bars, but all I could think was: how awesome is your life that taking a shortcut is the worst thing that happened to you all day?” Wideman is an award-winning novelist, and it shows in two ways. One, the book’s structure is akin to a novel, which isn’t such a bad thing and, two, it’s obvious Wideman has the clout to circumvent the editorial process, which is a bad thing. If he’d been a first-time author, and an editor had trimmed this tome down to, say, 150 pages, with Wideman’s brother doing closer to 50% of the talking, then it would be endorsable.

From Black Power to Hip Hop (Patricia Hill Collins)

It’s not about black power or hip hop. And I’m not just saying that: Hill Collins comes right out and says that in her bloated introduction, which uses ten pages to tell readers what the subsequent six chapters will include. I skipped most of those ten pages, figuring they were redundant spoilers, then I read the first four chapters. Then I skimmed the last two. I think Hill Collins is trying to say some interesting things here, but every sentence is so dense, I just didn’t have time to pause after each period and digest what I’d read. Needless to say, I didn’t finish it. I therefore neither endorse nor denounce it.