A big milestone for us.

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Update: the reception was very good. 30 minutes of toasts, the President of the University in attendance. I told my kids that the man they heard described sounded a lot like the man they knew–which is a high compliment in my book, since one definition of integrity is to be what you seem to be. Only a few of my Dad’s favorite friends from when I was a kid were there, but, as as Spencer Tracy said, what there was, was cherce: Ron & Marita Inglehart, Bob Axelrod, John & Gena Fine. It was interesting to me (and vaguely disconcerting to my status-quo-loving hindbrain) that so many of the speakers and attendees were from people that my dad met after I left home (ok, it was 30 years ago). But a compliment to him that he has stayed engaged and vital and involved in current and future generations. Perhaps the most important accomplisment that was mentioned was the 41 students for whom my Dad was Ph.D. advisor — who are today “the leaders in the field.” Dad at the reception (while chatting with Ron Inglehart): Honoring 40+ years of service to the University of Michigan and international relations.
I have had a copy of this cool book sitting around my home office for a year or so until I learned this past week that a son’s friend wants to learn algebra this summer (a year ahead of the curriculum). I mailed it off to him. It’ll be interesting to see what he makes of it. I am really proud of O’Reilly for extending innovative learning techniques to the secondary curriculum. Why aren’t there hundreds of competing textbooks like this? We have curricular monocultures instead of competing diversity. Dumb, dumb, dub.* Why not let the American system do what it does best?** decentralize schools, let them innovate focused on results.
*(I meant to write “dumb,” but this works, too.) ** Create billion-dollar bailouts for firms managed by billion-dollar bozos? My friend Bruce Weinstein (Swarthmore ‘82, like me) wrote an interesting essay recently in BusinessWeek: Are You a Good Leader?. I was impelled to share the following with him. There’s a famous story in my family about the guy (a relative, but I can’t remember which one) who applied to Harvard and wrote on his application, “I am a good follower. Harvard has plenty of leaders. It needs followers.” then there’s the Biblical story of Zacchaeus, the tax collector who jumped out of the tree where he was watching and gladly followed Jesus from that moment on. For my application to Swarthmore (which asked what person from 100 years ago I would like to meet), I wrote an essay saying Dr. John Watson (Sherlock Holmes’s friend), because everybody needs a good friend! When I look back at my life, I can see that I am actually a pretty darned good follower — it can be very empowering for a leader to get a really capable person behind them! — but I have always insisted on keeping a part of myself back, just for myself, to lead some things where I want them to go. A thought-provoking dynamic. If you have received e-mail from me, or come across my name somewhere, you may be wondering, “Who is this W.F. Zimmerman character, anyway? What’s his full name? What am I supposed to call him?” (Other than “hey, you!” or “idiot!”) Believe me, I have struggled with this question over the years.
My full name is William Frederick Zimmerman. But even that comes with an asterisk … by some theories of inheritance, I could also be called “William Frederick Zimmerman V” or “William Zimmerman II” or “William Zimmerman, Jr.” My grandfather was William Frederick Zimmerman III, named after his father and his grandfather. According to family historians, he was the thirteenth William Frederick Zimmerman in line of direct descent, in honor of the famous Prussian kings named Frederick William Zimmerman. (It only occurred to me recently to wonder why the devil the parents of the first William Frederick Zimmerman reversed the names and called him William Frederick instead of Frederick William. It’s like naming a kid born this year “Hussein Barack.” Makes no sense, unless there’s some subtle nuance of German culture that I’m missing. Maybe it was considered uncool to use the King’s name exactly? Let me know if you find out.) Anyhoo, when my father was born, the story is that my grandfather intended to name him William Frederick Zimmerman, which would have made him IV. Unfortunately, he left the “Frederick” off the birth certificate, so my dad’s official name is “William Zimmerman IV” (no middle initial, as they say in the Army). Yes, his birth certificate says “IV” even though his name is not identical to the preceding “William Frederick Zimmerman III.” Over the years this has led to some comical junk mail addressed to “Dear Mr. IV.” Now, when I was born, they christened me William Frederick Zimmerman, but didn’t add a Roman numeral afterwards. If they had opted to give me a Roman numeral, it would have been either “IV” (with numeral rotation) or “V” (without). Numeral rotation means that when William Zimmerman I died, his son (my great-grandfather), would have become “I” or “Sr.”, and all the successors (including my Dad, “IV”) should have gone up one level. With rotation, I would have become “IV,” promoting my Dad to “III”, which is what my grandfather called himself. It’s easy to see why they opted not to rotate the numerals. So, if I had been given a Roman numeral, without numeral rotation, I would have been “V,” opening up a variety of interesting nick-name possibilities: “Cinq” (as in “Trey” for three) or “Fiver,” perhaps. Just to make things more complicated, my dad and his father were both known as “Bill”. In the family, my grandfather was called “Big Bill” and my dad was “Little Bill.” Mercifully, my parents decided to avoid calling me “Baby Bill,” so my family, and almost everyone else, has always called me “Fred,” although a few friends have come up with “Freddie” (shades of P.G. Wodehouse!) and even “Derf.” At one point in my 20’s, I made a short-lived effort to get people to call me “Fritz”, but it floundered about as badly as George Costanza’s campaign to get everyone to call him “T-Bone.” Now, once my grandfather passed, my dad became the senior living William Zimmerman, so at that point he could have dropped the “IV” entirely and I could have started referring to myself as “II” or “Jr.” But for some reason he has always been completely unreceptive to the idea of me getting a Roman numeral (even though he has made considerable use of his through most of his lifetime). I have no desire to be known as “Deuce” or “Jr.” so I’ve let it lay. There is one further complication, which is that my byline for publication has been both “Frederick Zimmerman” (1982 – 2003) and “W. Frederick Zimmerman” (since then). I added the “W” because there quite a few “Frederick Zimmermans,” “William Zimmermans,” and even “William Frederick Zimmermans” out there, especially in the German-settled American Midwest, where I live. At this point, having laid out all the detail, I am thinking “this is completely insane.” But it’s all true! Bottom line: call me Fred. P.S. When I was unexpectedly presented with a son in 1999 (the ultrasounds had indicated it was a girl, and we only found out otherwise when he was born!), my wife let me choose the name, and at first I said “William Frederick Zimmerman.” After a moment’s thought, I remembered all the above, and said, “No. Let’s call him Parker William Zimmerman.” And that’s the rest of the story. Google LatLong: See which campuses received an A+
(snip) including one of my daughter’s target schools:
what a great way to save money on those expensive college tours!
Powered by ScribeFire. Amazon.com: Torture and Democracy: Books: Darius Rejali Darius was a friend of mine at Swarthmore. I learned more from him than from any other single person there, faculty included. This is an extremely important book. Some excitement in our neighborhood yesterday — it’s been so dry that our neighbor’s lawn caught on fire. We suspect a sparkler dropped by neighborhood kids. Kelsey saw the fire and told Cheryl and me. We came running across the street — our neighbor is 89 years old and frail. I pounded on the door, and Kelsey alertly found Esther in her back yard. I put out the fire with a hose. Wow — like living out west with wildfires! It’s pretty exciting when you make a change to your home that’s visible from space, or, at least from an aerial photograph. We just removed the brick pavers and deck that took up the entirety of our back yard and replaced them with sod. I will be watching Google Earth to see when they update this image!
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