Playlist for 6-30-2012

Jun 30

Listen any time you like at our page at WRSI.com!

Segment 1
TMBG – It’s Spare the Rock
ID
TMBG – Wake Up Call
Vieux Diop – Sing Lo-Lo
Eno/Cale – Been There Done That
ID
Ella Fitzgerald – Slap that Bass
Rani Arbo & daisy mayhem – If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out
ID

Segment 2
Jellyfish – I Wanna Stay Home
Medeski, Martin & Wood – All Around the Kitchen
ID/prep to rock
TMBG – Don’t Spare the Rock
Me First & the Gimme Gimmes – Blowin’ in the Wind
Terri Hendrix – Nerves
ID
Roy Handy & the Moonshot – Space Kitty!
Dressy Bessy – Electrified
ID

Segment 3
Alison Faith Levy & Rudy Trubitt – Deja Vu
Hey Dango – At the Beach
ID
Cloud Cult – Journey of the Featherless
Lunch Money – Puzzle Pieces Within
ID
Frances England – Mind of My Own

Segment 4
ScribbleMonster – Spare the Rock, Spoil the Child
ID
Gruff Rhys – Beacon in the Darkness
Elizabeth Mitchell – Bling Blang
ID
War – Why Can’t We Be Friends
Deedle Deedle Dees & IMPACT Repertory Theatre – Time Machine
ID
Woody & Arlo Guthrie – Don’t You Push Me Down

Segment 5
Andrew Bird – The Twistable Turnable Man Returns
Hullabaloo – My Eyes
ID
Johnny Cash – One and One Makes Two
Sugar Free Allstars – Love Train
Isaac Hayes – The Grumps
ID
Mates of State – 17 Pink Sugar Elephants

Segment 6
Breeders – Divine Hammer
Ellen & Matt – Playground
XTC – Playground
Jonathan Coulton – The Princess Who Saved Herself
ID
TMBG – Alphabet of Nations (extended version)
TMBG – Spare the Rock

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Science Fair: “We don’t leave out half the world in any career — especially science.”

Jun 28

In addition to asking my mom to write something about the background of Science Fair, I also asked my sister Lisa, a scientist and lawyer herself, to do so. Here’s her amazing contribution:


Lisa’s second from the left

Bill asked me to write something about our parents “as science education advocates and feminists.” That’s a little bit sweeping, of course, and, as usual, I put this in the important, but not urgent, quadrant of the Eisenhower matrix. That was June 1, and here it is, umm, later, and I’m gathering, from the notes I see on Facebook, that I should move it to the “important/urgent” quadrant.

Here goes.

I can remember road trips where Daddy would make up word problems for us to solve when the alphabet game grew tiresome, and my parents quietly worrying about a particularly bad geometry teacher (who was particularly mean to girls), and getting to skip third grade one day to lobby Oklahoma legislators to pass the Equal Rights Amendment, and a trip to the International Science & Engineering Fair my first go (and state science fairs, one of which was chaperoned by both grandmothers when my folks had commitments elsewhere), and statewide math competitions, and the famous chalkboard in the dining room[i]

And I can remember my Granddaddy Hartrick taking me to spend the day checking on ‘his’ trees and showing me where a pileated woodpecker made its nest, and my Poppaw Childs taking me out to check on his cows and quizzing me about P:N:K ratios in fertilizer, and when he started worrying about the farm girls getting to college about as much as he did about the farm boys.

And I remember my Gralma Hartrick paying me a penny for every two planaria I transferred for her biological supply company, and how our first pets were planaria she sent my brother Mike for his birthday. (My mother had a deep-seated phobia of dogs, and my father was allergic to cats and birds, which didn’t leave much left over in those days.)

And my Granny Childs showing me how to can or sew, and applying her home economics and teaching degrees in feeding the five thousand, and Poppaw acknowledging that it was her algebra skills that got him his master’s degree in animal science.

And how proud we were to know that some of our immigrant relatives were sanctioned for going to door to door, politicking back when Flushing, Queens, New York was still Dutch.

And I remember stories of my brother Bill (or was it Mike?) running into the house, yelling, “Spider! Spider! We need to look it up!”

And I remember my mother telling me every year on my birthday (as part of my birth story), how she conspired with her doctor to lie about her due date so she could work at Phillips 66 into her third trimester.

And I remember the stories of our great-greats who were on the Underground Railroad, and were abolitionists in Ripley, Ohio (the same area where Eliza crossed the Ohio River in Uncle Tom’s Cabin, which is a really easy read – there’s a reason Abraham Lincoln described its author as “the little woman who wrote the book that started this great war!”), and then moved to Illinois to carry on the tradition. In fact, our great-great Rev. James Gilliland (photo here) pastored the Red Oak Presbyterian Church, and is credited with making it the center of the anti-slavery movement in Ohio. The Ripley, Ohio anti-slavery society there was founded in the 1830s.

And I remember how irritated Daddy would get at the Scientific Method, because that’s not how scientists do science. And when the press would describe the beginning of the universe as an explosion. And how proud he was of the Bartlesville schools introducing a gifted and talented program before they were common – the first high school graduates from that program featured a bumper crop of National Merit Semi-Finalists (including my brother Mike), and Daddy saw a causal relationship there. (My mom has told me that she thought Mike would have dropped out in 5th grade if that program hadn’t been there.)

And I remember being told by some high school girl as we were leaving AP English, “You’re liberal?! But, I thought you were smart!”

And I remember when the help wanted ads in the newspaper were sorted by gender. And when my high school counselor responded to my conceding that I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grew up, by telling me that I should go to a state school in western Oklahoma, which had the 4th best pharmacy program in the US. Why? Because my skillset would be more portable, and I could go where my husband went for his job. (Not that it matters, much, now, but I wasn’t dating anybody at the time, and she left unexplained how I would meet somebody at this school who wasn’t a pharmacist.) And how concerned Eagle Forum was that men and women might have to share a bathroom, although I guess it was all right for them to share a bathroom at home.

And I remember my brother Bill taking on his third grade teacher on evolution, and her telling him that he was d—ned for believing in it. And him coming into the living room after his bedtime to kiss all the women goodnight who were working to do something about women’s rights.

And my mother talking about the work she did to abet integration in Fayetteville when she was in college, involving pie and coffee. (Fortunately, there was a reimbursement since she didn’t really have two nickels to rub together.)

So, it’s hard for me to write about science education advocates and feminists because, for me, that was what our family did and always has done. We think it important to work at making the world a better place, and one way to do that is to make sure that everyone in it has a voice, and that we don’t leave out half the world in any career – especially science. I’m glad that this CD is being used to further that ambition.


[i] An aside about the chalkboard: my mother’s folks also had unusual things in their dining room. They had a sawfish nose and a set of arrows tipped with curare that my great-grandfather brought back from a trip he had taken to Venezuela. As I heard the story from my uncle last week: after my great-grandmother died, he went down, more than once, to Venezuela to visit two of his children, who were missionaries there, working his way on boats. (In fact, my grandmother’s three siblings all made missionaries, in one way or another.) At some point, he fixed a motor for somebody, who gave him a very large sawfish in exchange. He couldn’t take the whole fish home, so he sawed off the nose.

So, maybe I can be excused for not realizing that our chalkboard décor was well outside the normal range of dining rooms.

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Mates of State Video!

Jun 26

You can watch the Mates of State video for their contribution to Science Fair here:

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2012-06-23 Playlist

Jun 23

Listen any time you like at our page at WRSI.com!

Segment 1
TMBG – It’s Spare the Rock
ID
TMBG – Happy Doesn’t Have to Have an Ending
Johnny Cash – I Love You Because
Frances England – Daddy-O
ID
Kimya Dawson – Happy Home (Keep On Writing)
Elizabeth Mitchell – Jubilee
ID

Segment 2
Lunch Money – To Be a Fossil
Steven Courtney – Bag of Dreams
ID/prep to rock
TMBG – Don’t Spare the Rock!
The Posies – Dream All Day
ScribbleMonster – I Wish I Lived in Michigan
ID
Danny Adlerman – The Veggie Song
ID

Segment 3
Deedle Deedle Dees & IMPACT Repertory Theatre – Time Machine
Daniel Hales & The Frost Heaves – Bubble Test
ID
Polyphonic Spree – Heart of Gold
Terrible Twos – Jump Jump Jump
ID
Kinder Angst – Do It Yourself (with Deborah Harry)

Segment 4
ScribbleMonster – Spare the Rock, Spoil the Child
ID
Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell – Ain’t No Mountain High Enough
Secret Agent 23 Skidoo – Rocketfuel
The Roots – Lovely, Love My Family
ID
Guided By Voices – Hold On Hope

Segment 5
Steve Lee – Wake Up
New York Dolls – Dance Like a Monkey
ID
The Missing Piece – Little Brown Dog
Beck – Where It’s At
Jimmies – What’s that Sound?
ID

Segment 6
Uncle Rock – Rock & Roll Babysitter
ID
Elvis Costello – (What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding (for Saskia)
Los Lobos – Heigh Ho
Jawbone – Popsicle Soup
ID
TMBG – Electric Car
TMBG – Spare the Rock

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World Premiere for the Mates of State Video!

Jun 21

You can check out the video for Mates of State’s “I Am a Scientist” cover today at Paste Magazine.  Whoo-hoo!

Thank you to: Lindsay Van Dyke for conceiving of and directing the video, Bob Pollard (Needmore Music) for permission for doing the video, Smith College for the fantastic location, our great volunteer cast and crew, and Mates of State for a terrific performance!

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