When I was an undergraduate, there were two kinds of texts that we were assigned in university classes: readers, which were compilations of academic (and sometimes other) articles that we bought at the copy shop, and books that we bought at the bookstore.
There was no Amazon at the time, nor really any way to buy textbooks but to go to the bookstore. There were three around campus, two private and one that was owned by the university. There was also the weird academic bookstore, where professors and grad students shopped (and still do) but I still had no context for what that was.
At the campus bookstores, you went early and tried to get the used books with the fewest markings in them, as these were the best value. Book rental hadn’t really come in yet, so the deal was that you would buy your books and then try to sell them back at the end of the term for a decent price.
But my real pleasure, at the start of each term, was walking the aisles of the course texts, imagining classes I wouldn’t take. I would pick up and skim through books on topics foreign to me: Chinese history, contemporary ethics, vertebrate biology. Occasionally I would even choose a book from one of these courses and take it up front and place it on the pile of books for my classes, and keep it.
Today, on my 27th first day of school, I found myself once again lost in between the shelves in the campus bookstore.
The situation is quite different: for one, I’m a professor. I can only fantasize about taking classes, and I likely won’t take any of the kind undergraduates get to take anytime soon. There is an internet now, from which my students order most of their books, or simply read (or don’t read) online. This basement feels bleak and small compared to the main floor of the store where profitable things are sold: sweatshirts, hats, pens. But there is a joy I still take in the wandering among the steel bookcases that will stand naked and empty in a few weeks, until the start of the next term. Here, in the basement of the store, the university is a university again – and I am happy to see old friends on these shelves. Machiavelli and bell hooks and Marcell Mauss and whomever wrote that engineering textbook and deCerteau and Paolo Freire and Fritjof Capra and Alan Lightman and Hannah Arendt. A family tree. An ancestry. A matrix of the many ways to understand the world, down aisles and across shelves.
Many pixels have been shed on the sadness of losing print culture, on the kids today who think that everything important is on the internet, and I am loathe to add to that long scroll of sadness. Yet the books on the shelves, the students each of the 35 copies or so represent, the possibility that one of those copies may end up in the wrong hands — the hands of the young woman who just stumbles on a book and is compelled to bring it up to the front — these are irreplaceable, even among our vast digital storehouses of knowledge.
I published this essay on the incident of police violence in McKinney, Texas in June, outside of a community-owned swimming pool.
I wrote this piece about a conflict over park fees in the Mission district in San Francisco. Metropolitics is a new(ish) online magazine of urban issues, written by (mostly) academics in plain language:
Portland, famous for rain, is my new home.
I work in the Urban Center which is a series of buildings surrounding a plaza. These include my office, a number of campus eateries, the student rec center, and a number of other university offices, too.
One feature (!) as one walks up the east side of these blocks are a series of buildings with awnings that appear to have had the awning part removed (image here.) This, of course, is a bit of post-modern building detail, in which the formerly functional parts of buildings (domes, arches, etc.) are now ‘referents.’ That is to say, they don’t do the work they formerly used to do.
(My teacher at UC-Davis, Mark Francis, once said that you can know which are the postmodern buildings because they are wearing little hats! These are referents of domes.)
So it rains, and I cling to the side of the buildings where I expect awnings to be and: nothing. It’s a frame with a hole. I get wet.
So I started thinking about what awnings actually are, and what purpose they serve. Awnings, indeed, are a kind of threshold: they are a gesture from the private—a building owner or business—at the public passers-by on the street. They draw one in, perhaps enticing us to retail, but they also shelter us.
In photos of European and American cities well through the 20th century, we see photos of striped and solid fabric awnings, colorful with images and names of businesses in stylized font. Shopkeepers would roll them out with a crank in the morning, and roll them back up at night.
This image from Portland in the early 20th century shows a storefront that sells fabric for tents, awnings, and waterproof horse and wagon covers.
So where did the awnings all go? Why don’t we see this ritual anymore, and what does it say about the pedestrian’s relationship to the private edge of the sidewalk?
Some speculation, none verified:
- Based on the variety of uses advertised in the above photo, waterproof canvas ‘duck’ was simply more ubiquitous in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and now there is simply less of it. Awnings that do exist are mostly permanent, and made of more weatherproof materials, like vinyl.
- Awnings have become hard (metal, plastic, slate) elements of buildings – included or not. If they are not included in the original design, no one bolts in an awning.
- With the rise of streets-for-cars—as opposed to streets for pedestrians—there became less concern for the comfort of pedestrians.
- This is part of a larger anti-homeless design trend, in which doorways and other sheltering places have been largely eliminated to prevent loitering.
- Building codes changed: awnings either became de-emphasized or outlawed.
Today, awnings have enjoyed somewhat of a resurgence; they are part of a network of passive technologies for controlling the light and heat of the sun as ‘green’ buildings have come into vogue. Yet this version of the awning speaks to the occupants of the building, not to the street.
I am standing beside the photocopier on the first day of classes, in my second quarter at Portland State University. I’ll be teaching University Studies 220: Understanding Communities. I am running off syllabi, course concept worksheets, attendance rosters.
The photocopier whirs, and the smell of warm toner fills the space; the smell goes to the memory place where smells go, behind my low ribs. Suddenly I’m back in MIchigan: It’s probably 1984 or 1985. I am small. Photocopiers aren’t common in offices yet, so I’m with my mom in the copy shop waiting for her to place an order: page by page, stack by stack. She indicates where a fold should go in a pamphlet, or how big the margins need to be. When I tire of pacing around her legs, helping to choose colors of cardstock, I sit on a cracked vinyl chair by the glass door and the smudgy windows, and count floor tiles, then ceiling tiles, then boxes of paper. I count and count. I read labels. The place smells of heat and the shipping smell of pallets, and toner.
I come on this errand because I am good. That’s what people say about this bookish, obedient child — that I am a Good Kid. Also, I am too small to be left at home. Also, there is an ice cream store at the far end of the strip mall and I am willing to be patient.
In Spring, 2014, my students in the ‘Shaping the Future of NYC’ course at Macaulay Honor’s College at Queen’s College, CUNY made a course magazine. Each group chose a topic, and then wrote two long-form articles, made a short video and an infographic, and taught a course session on their topic. We were also joined for guest lectures by journalists Jessica Firger and Zachary Goelman. Here’s the online magazine of what they made:
Last week I signed my offer letter.
Come fall 2014, I will be an Assistant Professor of Urban Studies and Planning at the Nohad A. Toulan School of Urban Studies and Planning in the College of Urban and Public Affairs at Portland State University.
Very excited for this next step!