Well, if you're reading my blog it's no surprise that Im now reading Tim Wises book, White Like Me.  And in it, he mentions facilitating or participating in race workshops where folks are asked to describe his or her first experience with race.  He made an argument, and the point was something I kinda thought I knew and understood, but he really kinda drove it the rest of the way home. 

 Id like to invite anyone who reads this blog, of any race, to think about that subject question, and try to answer it for yourself.  If you're really interested in humoring me, you're welcome to post your first experience with race here, on your own blog, or shooting it to me via myspace mail.

I'll post more later about how I think I'd have answered the question and Tim's point. 

Right now, I've got to go do a Crisis Clean aka Stash & Dash.  Between suffering heat exhaustion (it's been in the 110's for a couple weeks now) and the fact that I spent half the weekend mucking out the pool I neglected one day too many, and finding & replacing the Hummer's battery (##^ $# ^&* *^%$), and fielding no less than 15 calls from Ro yesterday, virtually no housework got done this weekend, and Ro decided today to fly home... tonight.  I'm sure this trip and the phone calls have more than a little bit to do with the fact that he really pissed me off Saturday night, and he knows he's wrong.  He can't just say he's sorry... he has to bug the piss out of me by calling every half hour to make sure I am still speaking to him. 

In the interest of having a peaceful visit, I need to get the laundry into the closets, the toys into toy baskets, and dishes into the dishwasher.