Saturday, May 12, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Grades
One grade just edged up from absymal to not good. So thats two greats, one good, one not good, and one abysmal. Three more weeks...
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Note
I'm still scared for my daughter getting into college. Her grades have improved slightly, but they're still in the range that could be fairly called a 'notable drop'. I have been putting the fear of god into her.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Who Are You?
My state recently implemented a law that says you need ID before you can vote. Yesterday was a test run -- you were asked for ID, and if you had it, cool; if not, still cool, but you got a flier advising you that in November, it would be required. There's some backstop to that; if you don't have ID in November, you can still vote, but the vote is 'provisional', meaning that you fill out a paper rather than voting on the machine. You then have five days to come up with ID, or they pitch your vote.
The liberals say this is an attempt to suppress turnout. They say that the kind of person most likely not to have ID is also the kind of person most likely to vote for Democrats.
The conservatives say this is needed to combat voter fraud. Last time around, several people said to us that they thought ID should be required, just for that reason. This time, several said 'good idea'.
Not all of the approval came from Republicans. Not all of the dismay came from Democrats.
The liberals say this is an attempt to suppress turnout. They say that the kind of person most likely not to have ID is also the kind of person most likely to vote for Democrats.
The conservatives say this is needed to combat voter fraud. Last time around, several people said to us that they thought ID should be required, just for that reason. This time, several said 'good idea'.
Not all of the approval came from Republicans. Not all of the dismay came from Democrats.
Stiff
I am hobbling around like an old person -- the aftereffect of working at the polls all day yesterday. The working part wasn't so bad -- we had a low but continuous stream of people. But sitting in the car for the drive out to the election offices and back, then sleeping, stiffened me right up. Movin' slow...
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Collitch
Apparently, we won't be needing to buy a four wheel drive vehicle with studded snow tires, after all. My daughter just told us of her college selection.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Movement
This article from Neoformix on the determination and illustration of patterns in data is an example of the kind of thing that fascinates me. Its odd, because I'm not a numbers guy, and this is very much a numerically intensive application. Yet, it appeals to me.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Note
To whomever controls the environment:
There are birds chirping in the distance. A cool breeze is billowing the curtains. The temperature is about 65 degrees.
Keep it this way, please.
There are birds chirping in the distance. A cool breeze is billowing the curtains. The temperature is about 65 degrees.
Keep it this way, please.
Monday, April 16, 2012
XKCD
XKCD should have a timer to force me out into the rest of the net after...oh, thirty or so comics. Sinfest, too.
French
I feel stalled in French. There's so much that I can't do as well as I should, and I'm making almost no progress. It's quite frustrating.
Monday
I don't tend to be busy, but lately, yes. So it's particularly nice to be able to just sit. Granted, I have a list of things that I want to do, from cleanup in the store room to various French study activities - a lot of them; I've been distracted -- but right now I'm just sitting in the kitchen, listening to the birds, and thinking that perhaps making some breakfast would be a good idea.
I'm not good at understanding people's motivations. My impulses are all wrong. I just don't have the empathy to understand them. That can get me into trouble, as it did when I was briefly friends with the French girl. That ended badly, as I’ve mentioned. I still occasionally look at her Twitter feed, though, because I wonder how she's doing with her remote - literally - boyfriend. Well, I looked this morning, and was startled to find that since I looked last, some time ago, she’s gone from pining for him and planning a delightful meeting in Paris to wishing him completely and totally out of her life. Apparently, he did something seriously wrong. It's her right, of course, but still, I wonder: . How can someone change opinions that drastically, that quickly? If we were friends, I'd ask - but I guess I know better than that.
We stayed in Dayton so as to watch most of the finals, and I have to say, I was impressed by all, and astounded by one - the Japanese group, which comes to WGI once every two years. They were incredible. The video on this page gives a taste of what the competitions can provide. (If you get the 'login' popup, just close that window. The video doesn't need a login.)
Speaking of lessons...French calls. We are working on my accent -- there are lots of things I say badly, and the killer is that I often don't even know it. Apparently I'm understandable, but the listener has to think what did he say? for a moment. I want to be better than that. And there's a bunch of review to do, too.
But for the moment .... I think that I'll just sit and listen to the birds.
I'm not good at understanding people's motivations. My impulses are all wrong. I just don't have the empathy to understand them. That can get me into trouble, as it did when I was briefly friends with the French girl. That ended badly, as I’ve mentioned. I still occasionally look at her Twitter feed, though, because I wonder how she's doing with her remote - literally - boyfriend. Well, I looked this morning, and was startled to find that since I looked last, some time ago, she’s gone from pining for him and planning a delightful meeting in Paris to wishing him completely and totally out of her life. Apparently, he did something seriously wrong. It's her right, of course, but still, I wonder: . How can someone change opinions that drastically, that quickly? If we were friends, I'd ask - but I guess I know better than that.
We stayed in Dayton so as to watch most of the finals, and I have to say, I was impressed by all, and astounded by one - the Japanese group, which comes to WGI once every two years. They were incredible. The video on this page gives a taste of what the competitions can provide. (If you get the 'login' popup, just close that window. The video doesn't need a login.)
Speaking of lessons...French calls. We are working on my accent -- there are lots of things I say badly, and the killer is that I often don't even know it. Apparently I'm understandable, but the listener has to think what did he say? for a moment. I want to be better than that. And there's a bunch of review to do, too.
But for the moment .... I think that I'll just sit and listen to the birds.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Away Game
I’m in a hotel in Dayton, Ohio. My daughter’s color guard outfit is here for the WGI finals – or was here, I guess I should say; they failed to make the cut for the finals, so today they’re just spectators. This is the last competition for her. I won't really miss most of it. It's a lot of work. For most competitions, which tend to be held at high schools, even just getting there is tedious - the schools are hard to locate on the map; and parking is usually problematic. When you get there, the bleachers are usually designed for younger butts than mine, and they're frequently steep (I still worry about falling). But the groups themselves are usually good, and occasionally great. At WGI, though, the groups are usually great -- easily living up to the 'world' in WGI -- but WGI makes you pay for it, charging for everything, and not nominally, either. Good riddance. Okay, being surrounded by excited teenage girls who are mostly all in fantastic shape is rather nice, but having to listen to them chatter as they swarm -- well, a little of that goes a long way. I tease my wife that seeing them makes me wish I was a teen again, but, truth to tell, I don't. These girls would slay me without thinking twice. I'll stay the age I am, thanks.
But getting into the finals would have been nice....
Dayton is a bit of a strange city. This is only the second time that I’ve been here, so I really don’t know much about it. It feels as if the city is struggling, economically, but you see areas where things are stable, and even some where new things are in place. Yesterday we had breakfast at a restaurant called Mimi’s, which appears to be owned by the Bob Evans company. You can’t tell from the restaurant itself; it’s decorated in a sort of Cajun French style. The food is pretty good. I was pointing out to my wife that one dish wasn’t ‘four cheese quiche’, it was ‘quatre fromage quiche’. I said it in French just as the waitress arrived. She looked at me askance and said ‘you aren’t going to order in French, are you?’ So of course I said “je voudrais café, et une verre du jus….’
The hotel is on the moderately crummy side. It appears to have been a Holiday Inn, then taken over by Ramada. I think they tried to upgrade it, but you can clearly see what it used to be. The two wings of the original open-to-the-air building were roofed over to make one big building, but the stairs are still the same cheap outdoor carpet that you see in a lot of low-to-middle motels. The room is okay, though they have a major problem with water pressure (I had to let it run for 10 minutes yesterday before getting hot water that faded to lukewarm ten minutes later). And the restaurant is - meh. I guess it’s a good rule of thumb that when a motel has been taken over by a different chain, the odds of it being a decent place go down.
Tomorrow we go home. I asked why we couldn’t go today, and was told that we had to stay to watch the awards tonight, of course!
Of course.
But getting into the finals would have been nice....
Dayton is a bit of a strange city. This is only the second time that I’ve been here, so I really don’t know much about it. It feels as if the city is struggling, economically, but you see areas where things are stable, and even some where new things are in place. Yesterday we had breakfast at a restaurant called Mimi’s, which appears to be owned by the Bob Evans company. You can’t tell from the restaurant itself; it’s decorated in a sort of Cajun French style. The food is pretty good. I was pointing out to my wife that one dish wasn’t ‘four cheese quiche’, it was ‘quatre fromage quiche’. I said it in French just as the waitress arrived. She looked at me askance and said ‘you aren’t going to order in French, are you?’ So of course I said “je voudrais café, et une verre du jus….’
The hotel is on the moderately crummy side. It appears to have been a Holiday Inn, then taken over by Ramada. I think they tried to upgrade it, but you can clearly see what it used to be. The two wings of the original open-to-the-air building were roofed over to make one big building, but the stairs are still the same cheap outdoor carpet that you see in a lot of low-to-middle motels. The room is okay, though they have a major problem with water pressure (I had to let it run for 10 minutes yesterday before getting hot water that faded to lukewarm ten minutes later). And the restaurant is - meh. I guess it’s a good rule of thumb that when a motel has been taken over by a different chain, the odds of it being a decent place go down.
Tomorrow we go home. I asked why we couldn’t go today, and was told that we had to stay to watch the awards tonight, of course!
Of course.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Tardy
My daughter’s a little upset. As a result of getting a low grade in one class, she’s got two problems. First, she didn’t get on the honor roll for the last marking period. This is the first time that she hasn’t been on the honor roll since she started school. That wouldn’t be so bad, but it also means that during the current marking period – the last one of her high school career – she won’t qualify for ‘senior privileges’. Mostly, she doesn’t care about that, but one of them is the right to skip the first period of school, and she likes that a lot. Now, she has to be there. She’s going to try to make the case that it’s just one class, and that her average is still a high B – but we’re talking about high school administrators here – the sort of people who are comfortable using words like ‘tardy’ and ‘privilege’. (Did you know that having a locker is a ‘privilege’?) They like things cut-and-dried, black-and-white. Well, of course, we're sorry, but those are the rules, there's nothing we can do. Pursed lip smile. So, I’m not sure. Any reasonable person – but these aren’t reasonable people.
More importantly, she’s afraid that the drop in her GPA will be seen as the classic ‘senior slump’, and colleges have been known to revoke acceptances for that. I think it unlikely – again, it’s one grade, and she’s still passing the course; her other grades are fine – but who knows? The real killer is that she's got the lower grade because she thought it would help her to take the a challenging course on english literature now rather than waiting for college. Colleges like that, seeing you push yourself. Yeah, they likely do. Not too thrillled when it means lower grades, though.
So she’s a little glum, this morning.
More importantly, she’s afraid that the drop in her GPA will be seen as the classic ‘senior slump’, and colleges have been known to revoke acceptances for that. I think it unlikely – again, it’s one grade, and she’s still passing the course; her other grades are fine – but who knows? The real killer is that she's got the lower grade because she thought it would help her to take the a challenging course on english literature now rather than waiting for college. Colleges like that, seeing you push yourself. Yeah, they likely do. Not too thrillled when it means lower grades, though.
So she’s a little glum, this morning.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Phones
We just turned on a data plan for my daughter's phone. We figure she'll need it when she's on tour with a drill team this summer; not to mention, when she goes off to college. We contemplated getting her a new phone, too, but it turns out we can't do an upgrade until September unless we're willing to pay full price the phone, which we're not. (Though the clerk did say that we could add a fourth line to our package, use that to get the new phone, then have her phone number ported to it. Interesting..)
Speaking of phones, and in particular iPhones, yet another article about someone finding their stolen iPhone. Got to wonder why this isn't available on phones from other vendors....
Speaking of phones, and in particular iPhones, yet another article about someone finding their stolen iPhone. Got to wonder why this isn't available on phones from other vendors....
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Friday, April 06, 2012
Variance
....and now she's thinking that she does want to go to the first school after all. Though, hmm, it does get pretty cold up there in the winter......
Trying really hard not to push her in one direction.
Trying really hard not to push her in one direction.
Thursday, April 05, 2012
Milestone
My daughter just went to do the weekly shopping, by herself, for the very first time.
I wonder what conclusions she'll draw from this experience? Other than when dad asks if you want to collect the trash or do the shopping, pick 'collect the trash' ?
I wonder what conclusions she'll draw from this experience? Other than when dad asks if you want to collect the trash or do the shopping, pick 'collect the trash' ?
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Selecting a College
We just made a college road trip. It was a decent trip, though, due to some surprises from the Virginia Department of Transportation, which elected to close the highway a mile before our destination, leading us to take a side road, and then spend more than an hour in a traffic jam, it was more than a little stressful. But I was willing, because I wanted her to see this place. It's where I'd like her to go. It's not entirely selfish on my part -- the school is a good one, and it's got the Corps function that she wants - but I like that it's three hours closer to home. Plus, due to the location - Virginia, not Vermont- the likelihold of her getting stuck on Amtrak in a blizzard when coming home during the winter is considerably less. I do want her to go where she wants, but I have a preference, and she knows it. And to prove it, we just had this dialog:
Daughter: Would you fill a water bottle for me to take to color guard tonight?
Me: What do I get out of it?
Daughter: The grateful thanks of a daughter who might go to Virginia Tech - I have till the first to decide!
Oh, yeah - she knows. I'm not getting my hopes up - well, not much. Maybe just a little, though.
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Update: Apparently, she's actively considering it. She liked the campus more than she expected, and she liked the Corps of Cadets more than the one in Vermont. Still a long way from being a sure thing, but now I'm really glad that I made the trip.
Daughter: Would you fill a water bottle for me to take to color guard tonight?
Me: What do I get out of it?
Daughter: The grateful thanks of a daughter who might go to Virginia Tech - I have till the first to decide!
Oh, yeah - she knows. I'm not getting my hopes up - well, not much. Maybe just a little, though.
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Update: Apparently, she's actively considering it. She liked the campus more than she expected, and she liked the Corps of Cadets more than the one in Vermont. Still a long way from being a sure thing, but now I'm really glad that I made the trip.
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Voting
In just over a month, we'll have the Primary election. This will be the last one for which I'm the judge. I'm pleased about that.
The very first time I did it, the whole process was new and exciting. It was the Presidential election, and there were hundreds of people coming to vote. We had to learn some things on the fly. I was busy all day, and I was needed. I liked that.
The other elections were boring. Dozens of people, not hundreds, and frequently ones and twos, not dozens. Occasional small problems; one problem that the trainers had said would be a Big Problem if it happened, but when it did, they said meh, don't worry about it. And you get to spend the whole damn day there, from about 5:30 in the morning till about 9PM. Plus another 45 minutes to bring the votes out to the country office and turn them in.
I got to the point where I dreaded the day. I think it's just the sheer boredom that got to me.
So, no more.
The very first time I did it, the whole process was new and exciting. It was the Presidential election, and there were hundreds of people coming to vote. We had to learn some things on the fly. I was busy all day, and I was needed. I liked that.
The other elections were boring. Dozens of people, not hundreds, and frequently ones and twos, not dozens. Occasional small problems; one problem that the trainers had said would be a Big Problem if it happened, but when it did, they said meh, don't worry about it. And you get to spend the whole damn day there, from about 5:30 in the morning till about 9PM. Plus another 45 minutes to bring the votes out to the country office and turn them in.
I got to the point where I dreaded the day. I think it's just the sheer boredom that got to me.
So, no more.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Google Globe
This is a globe showing Google Searches by language. I found it here. It’s nifty, and I like the concept. I've felt for some time that there should be much more use of color and graphics to illustrate results. There are situations where it makes more sense to show the results graphically rather than textually. People respond with the other side of the brain.
But I have to admit, right this minute, what I like most is the colors.
Observations
It's amazing to me how observing someone else's questionable actions tends to validate my own reaction to those actions. As if, each time they do something that I think is a bad move, something inside me is saying see? Aren't you glad you did what you did / didn't do what you didn't? There are times when I need that reinforcement.
(Found here)
I still don't understand why portable phones -- except the iPhone, thank you -- don't have a here I am dammit -- turn on/ring loudly function. But then again, I don't understand why ATMs don't have a fake PIN that shows a robber I have only a little money. Though, of course, I do have only a little, the MegaMillions plan apparently having failed.
There is a neuron called the Jennifer Anniston neuron -- named for the specific neuron in one guy's brain which, when stimulated, brings her to mind; it turns out that several famous people have 'their own neurons'. Wonder what mine is/are?
I have to get back into studying French verbs. I've been slacking off. The other night, I was talking with my friend in Lyon -- he is actually becoming one, to my delight; so many other of the Conversation Exchange partners were one shot deals -- and he used several verbs I don't know, which paradoxically reminded me that I am not letter perfect in the 52 verbs/four tenses each that I am studying. And, of course, there's many more verbs than that! I mentioned to him that I am frequently surprised how a single French word can convey multiple meanings, sometimes just shades of meaning and sometimes completelly different, and he said that he prefers to use English when precision is needed, just for that reason.
Okay, thats it for now.
(Found here)
I still don't understand why portable phones -- except the iPhone, thank you -- don't have a here I am dammit -- turn on/ring loudly function. But then again, I don't understand why ATMs don't have a fake PIN that shows a robber I have only a little money. Though, of course, I do have only a little, the MegaMillions plan apparently having failed.
There is a neuron called the Jennifer Anniston neuron -- named for the specific neuron in one guy's brain which, when stimulated, brings her to mind; it turns out that several famous people have 'their own neurons'. Wonder what mine is/are?
I have to get back into studying French verbs. I've been slacking off. The other night, I was talking with my friend in Lyon -- he is actually becoming one, to my delight; so many other of the Conversation Exchange partners were one shot deals -- and he used several verbs I don't know, which paradoxically reminded me that I am not letter perfect in the 52 verbs/four tenses each that I am studying. And, of course, there's many more verbs than that! I mentioned to him that I am frequently surprised how a single French word can convey multiple meanings, sometimes just shades of meaning and sometimes completelly different, and he said that he prefers to use English when precision is needed, just for that reason.
Okay, thats it for now.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Funeral
I've been to a few funerals in my life, and I can't say that I particularly enjoyed any of them, but the one I went to today was more moving than any of the others.
It was for the local boy who had killed himself. The small church was packed, with about fifty kids from the school, mostly standing togethe, and about one hundred fifty adults. The minister gave a very moving homily, saying that while it had to be admitted that the boy had made a mistake, not realizing how many people liked him and needed him, she still believed that he was now safe and secure in his Father's home, probably (the boy had been in the drumline in the school band) playing loudly in a room with very thick walls so he wouldn't disturb the other angels. And that no one should take today as a reason to grieve, even though she knew that they would, because they could know that, no matter what, no matter what, their Father loved and cherished them, and was saying that to this kid, right now.
I tell you what, it almost made me think going to masses is a good idea.
It was for the local boy who had killed himself. The small church was packed, with about fifty kids from the school, mostly standing togethe, and about one hundred fifty adults. The minister gave a very moving homily, saying that while it had to be admitted that the boy had made a mistake, not realizing how many people liked him and needed him, she still believed that he was now safe and secure in his Father's home, probably (the boy had been in the drumline in the school band) playing loudly in a room with very thick walls so he wouldn't disturb the other angels. And that no one should take today as a reason to grieve, even though she knew that they would, because they could know that, no matter what, no matter what, their Father loved and cherished them, and was saying that to this kid, right now.
I tell you what, it almost made me think going to masses is a good idea.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Gift
My wife made, and we just brought down, a small condolence gift basket to the woman whose son killed himself.
My wife is a very nice person.
My wife is a very nice person.
Friends
I was thinking about friends, the other night, as a result of this little imbroglio with the French kid. I would have liked to be her friend - for a while, thought I was, though, as I have said, that went down in flames. I think I wanted it so badly because I find it so difficult to make friends. Why is that, I wondered. And, along the same lines, when I think of the vague image of 'people I wish I had as friends', why do I always think “I like smart people”? They’re two separate questions, but for me, they’re intertwined.
When I was younger, I didn’t tend to think of that exclusion. I was not all that good at making friends then, either, but usually the organizations that I joined did that for me. The military, for example. The clubs that I joined, in high school. None of these particularly cared whether their participants were bright; all they cared about was whether you could do whatever you were there to do. Fix airplane radios, for one. Hit the right note in glee club, for another.
But without that structure, I found it difficult to establish a connection with other people. I would be friendly with them, and they with me, but there wasn’t a sense of Yeah, this was fun, we should get together again. It just didn’t jell. Different events would occur, but they didn’t establish a sense of continuity. Even now, that's true. As an example – from time to time, we invite some people we know locally – some friends – to come over to the house for dinner, and when they do, we enjoy it. But it never turns into a routine, something we do on a recurring basis. It’s always oh, it’s been a while since we had someone over, why don’t we do that?
As for the 'smart people' codicil, I'm not sure where that comes from. Certainly, I appreciate smart people; they have insights and thoughts that resonate with me. And it’s equally true that I don’t like dumb people (though I don’t think of them that way, it’s the classification that occurs to me). People who are fascinated by celebrities, for example. People who are avid fans of American Idol. People who think that Facebook is their life. It’s not that each of these is necessarily a bad thing, but if you think of each of those groups as a grouping in a Venn diagram, then where those groupings intersect, I see dumb people – and the more layers of intersections there are, the dumber they are. Not dumb as a box of rocks dumb, but I don’t have anything in common with those people dumb. So, taking the inverse, I think well, I must like smart people. Of course, even there, I manage not to connect. My brief tenure in Mensa, for example: I remember thinking These may be smart people, but they’re not saying smart things. Which is unfair, and I know it: I’m a smart person, and not only do I not go around saying smart things, but I can come out with some really stupid thoughts.
Perhaps my standard is askew. Perhaps I simply need to put myself into a situation where I can meet people who have a potential to be interesting to me, and the reverse, and see what happens. I read something, years ago, in an article whose subject I’ve long forgotten, that we think our neighbors dull, not knowing that they speak seven languages, like to skydive, collect Indian jade – because all we see is what we see, not what they are.
That sort of connection is why I joined Conversation Exchange - and I've met several people, including two who fit the criteria of bright and interesting. Unfortunately, the only other organizations that I can think of which might make such a connection are dating services -- and somehow, I think that my wife might object.
When I was younger, I didn’t tend to think of that exclusion. I was not all that good at making friends then, either, but usually the organizations that I joined did that for me. The military, for example. The clubs that I joined, in high school. None of these particularly cared whether their participants were bright; all they cared about was whether you could do whatever you were there to do. Fix airplane radios, for one. Hit the right note in glee club, for another.
But without that structure, I found it difficult to establish a connection with other people. I would be friendly with them, and they with me, but there wasn’t a sense of Yeah, this was fun, we should get together again. It just didn’t jell. Different events would occur, but they didn’t establish a sense of continuity. Even now, that's true. As an example – from time to time, we invite some people we know locally – some friends – to come over to the house for dinner, and when they do, we enjoy it. But it never turns into a routine, something we do on a recurring basis. It’s always oh, it’s been a while since we had someone over, why don’t we do that?
As for the 'smart people' codicil, I'm not sure where that comes from. Certainly, I appreciate smart people; they have insights and thoughts that resonate with me. And it’s equally true that I don’t like dumb people (though I don’t think of them that way, it’s the classification that occurs to me). People who are fascinated by celebrities, for example. People who are avid fans of American Idol. People who think that Facebook is their life. It’s not that each of these is necessarily a bad thing, but if you think of each of those groups as a grouping in a Venn diagram, then where those groupings intersect, I see dumb people – and the more layers of intersections there are, the dumber they are. Not dumb as a box of rocks dumb, but I don’t have anything in common with those people dumb. So, taking the inverse, I think well, I must like smart people. Of course, even there, I manage not to connect. My brief tenure in Mensa, for example: I remember thinking These may be smart people, but they’re not saying smart things. Which is unfair, and I know it: I’m a smart person, and not only do I not go around saying smart things, but I can come out with some really stupid thoughts.
Perhaps my standard is askew. Perhaps I simply need to put myself into a situation where I can meet people who have a potential to be interesting to me, and the reverse, and see what happens. I read something, years ago, in an article whose subject I’ve long forgotten, that we think our neighbors dull, not knowing that they speak seven languages, like to skydive, collect Indian jade – because all we see is what we see, not what they are.
That sort of connection is why I joined Conversation Exchange - and I've met several people, including two who fit the criteria of bright and interesting. Unfortunately, the only other organizations that I can think of which might make such a connection are dating services -- and somehow, I think that my wife might object.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Observation
If you can't bond with a 17 year old who's a different gender, age, and culture than your own -- well, too bad. It'd have been nice (and, okay, I admit it: I still kind of hope....and I still feel kind of stupid) but I'm not going to take any steps to make it happen. I don't need to bond with any adolescent except my own.
Update:
The aforementioned 17 year old posted on twitter to someone else that when she saw that person active on Facebook, she expected to hear from them. Apparently agitated that she did not. Which was exactly what I did - saw her active, pinged her. Granted, multiple times in two days, but without response.... and she didn't like it.
I successfully resisted the urge to ask her how she liked it. That would not have been mature of me. I did, however, think it. And it helps me accept the idea that - regardless of what I might have thought, and certainly wanted to think - we weren't actually friends.
Update:
The aforementioned 17 year old posted on twitter to someone else that when she saw that person active on Facebook, she expected to hear from them. Apparently agitated that she did not. Which was exactly what I did - saw her active, pinged her. Granted, multiple times in two days, but without response.... and she didn't like it.
I successfully resisted the urge to ask her how she liked it. That would not have been mature of me. I did, however, think it. And it helps me accept the idea that - regardless of what I might have thought, and certainly wanted to think - we weren't actually friends.
Buying Stuff
Today, I managed to be glum again (I can really milk these things), but my wife, who amazingly has not slapped me up side the head, had just the solution. We went to a local college book sale and we bought books. Oh, mama, did we. We needed a small carton to carry them all out.
Books make me happy.
Books make me happy.
Damp
An extraordinarily wet day, thus far. A fierce thunderstorm rolled in overnight, so loud that my daughter actually came into our bedroom and got into bed with us, which she has not done for several years. She said that when she heard a terrifically loud crash, she was sure that it was an atomic bomb, save that there was not a bright light -- which then arrived a moment later.
Now she is on her way to yet another color guard competition, and she will be gone overnight, returning around 8PM tomorrow night. We plan to delight ourselves by watching the rain fain, by finishing this year's taxes, and by looking at financial aid forms for the college where she still intends to go -- though she is, just slightly, beginning to think less of it. She was disappointed to not be accepted by two colleges, thinking that perhaps the reason she was accepted by the two that did was because they were military colleges. For one, there is that possibility, but the other is a public college with a good reputation, so I doubt it was just that. And I still hope she goes there, though it's unlikely.
Now she is on her way to yet another color guard competition, and she will be gone overnight, returning around 8PM tomorrow night. We plan to delight ourselves by watching the rain fain, by finishing this year's taxes, and by looking at financial aid forms for the college where she still intends to go -- though she is, just slightly, beginning to think less of it. She was disappointed to not be accepted by two colleges, thinking that perhaps the reason she was accepted by the two that did was because they were military colleges. For one, there is that possibility, but the other is a public college with a good reputation, so I doubt it was just that. And I still hope she goes there, though it's unlikely.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Some notes
I really don’t care for when Verizon’s voice mail calls me to tell me that it’s purging an old voice mail…and it won’t tell me what it was.
I am slowly regaining my sense of humor from that incident yesterday. Slowly. I discussed it at some length with a French woman I know. We’re not friends (we are, to me, though as we have seen, my judgement as to what a ‘friend’ is can be suspect, but she says not), but we keep in touch. It’ll be a while before I can laugh about it, though.
It’s a pretty day – spring is coming! – so I’m going to take a little bit of a walk.
And then this weekend, we’ll finish doing taxes – local ones; not too bad. Plus we get to pay the first part of real-estate taxes. Always a joy.
I am slowly regaining my sense of humor from that incident yesterday. Slowly. I discussed it at some length with a French woman I know. We’re not friends (we are, to me, though as we have seen, my judgement as to what a ‘friend’ is can be suspect, but she says not), but we keep in touch. It’ll be a while before I can laugh about it, though.
It’s a pretty day – spring is coming! – so I’m going to take a little bit of a walk.
And then this weekend, we’ll finish doing taxes – local ones; not too bad. Plus we get to pay the first part of real-estate taxes. Always a joy.
Exercise
I've seen it said that you should exercise until you are sweaty. Which is of course FAR beyond where I would do it. Yet I understand the logic.
I'm thinking "until you are tired"....and then relax a bit, and do it again.
I'm thinking "until you are tired"....and then relax a bit, and do it again.
TShirt
I hope that I never have the opportunity to buy this shirt for any woman I know....but I do like it.
Rules
If I had an index card with Rules of Life on it -- which I don't, but there are times when I think I should -- this past episode would make me add "Don't have more than shallow conversations with adolescents to whom you are not closely related. You'll go down in flames."
You'd think I would remember, but I don't. I try to treat them like adults, and I go down in flames, every time.
You'd think I would remember, but I don't. I try to treat them like adults, and I go down in flames, every time.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Observation
I am very fortunate to have the wife that I do.
I should just leave it at that, because that is totally accurate, but I'll continue so as to demonstrate.
After telling her that I felt like an idiot for caring about the emotional health and stability of the French girl I barely know, who, btw, got terminally pissed at me for unfriending her the second time, thereupon telling me that she absolutely didn't want to talk to me ever again -- my wife simply said "You want to help her. It bothers you that she has low self confidence. You couldn't know how she'd react."
Which is true. I just wanted to help, but I was very clumsy at it, to the point where doing something to further that goal became something of an obsession with me. My wife knows me very well.
Wow, huh? I am very fortunate.
As for the girl - well, yes, I'd still like to help her. But I'm hoping that, like an unscratched itch, the feelling will fade.
I should just leave it at that, because that is totally accurate, but I'll continue so as to demonstrate.
After telling her that I felt like an idiot for caring about the emotional health and stability of the French girl I barely know, who, btw, got terminally pissed at me for unfriending her the second time, thereupon telling me that she absolutely didn't want to talk to me ever again -- my wife simply said "You want to help her. It bothers you that she has low self confidence. You couldn't know how she'd react."
Which is true. I just wanted to help, but I was very clumsy at it, to the point where doing something to further that goal became something of an obsession with me. My wife knows me very well.
Wow, huh? I am very fortunate.
As for the girl - well, yes, I'd still like to help her. But I'm hoping that, like an unscratched itch, the feelling will fade.
Enthusiasm
I had occasion, the other night, to look through a series of post by various people, almost all teen-age girls, who are fanatical followers of Justin Bieber and other entertainers. This resulted in two conclusions:
I’m glad that my daughter never succumbed to that kind of frenzy.
I can see how people who are the source of that frenzy might succumb easily to thinking they’re above the standards of society. Even the standards that govern the actions of those in the stratosphere.
And one semi-guilty thought, which I won’t mention.
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I mentioned this thought to my wife, and she said that part of the reason she's like that is because we don't get particularly motivated by celebrities. I suppose that's something. I mean, I don't fault the kids who are rabid fans of Bieber's or others like him, but I'm stunned by how intense they can be. That's a lot of energy. Imagine if they directed it toward, say, success in school.
There I go, thinking like a parent again.
I’m glad that my daughter never succumbed to that kind of frenzy.
I can see how people who are the source of that frenzy might succumb easily to thinking they’re above the standards of society. Even the standards that govern the actions of those in the stratosphere.
And one semi-guilty thought, which I won’t mention.
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I mentioned this thought to my wife, and she said that part of the reason she's like that is because we don't get particularly motivated by celebrities. I suppose that's something. I mean, I don't fault the kids who are rabid fans of Bieber's or others like him, but I'm stunned by how intense they can be. That's a lot of energy. Imagine if they directed it toward, say, success in school.
There I go, thinking like a parent again.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Credit Where...
So according to Mr. Romney, it was Bush who averted the second Great Depression, huh? Well, he certainly did start the process. Didn't do it all, because he wasn't there, but started it, yes.
So this means that Romney acknowledge's Bush did the first bailouts, right?
Yeah. I'll be waiting for that one.
So this means that Romney acknowledge's Bush did the first bailouts, right?
Yeah. I'll be waiting for that one.
Le Speaking
Okay, so he has 300 million dollars, a chance of being the next President, and better hair. My French accent is still better than his.
Ruminations
It’s surprising to me how quickly my attitudes towards some people can change. Makes me think that I still have the emotional maturity of a 10 year old.
And that would be?
I cannot for the life of me figure out what it supposed to have happened in this picture. Other than that it was probably noisy, and definitely bloody.
Status
I’m in a generally glum mood.
I had problems with the computer this morning, for one. Antivirus choked, and it wouldn't restart. Then I couldn't get the damn PC to restart in Safe Mode so I could run the fix-it software. When your PC suddenly isn't relitable, it’s like striding purposefully into a room to do something and stubbing your toe – your worldview collapses down to that one aching point, and all you want it for it to stop hurting!!! Which it finally did, once I'd clawed through Avast's semi-written-in-English instructions.
PCs that make you hold down the Fn key to make function keys work, suck.
What I thought might be the beginning of a friendship with that French girl seems to have collapsed – please, no comments; I feel stupid enough already. I think she's making a mistake in her relationship, but it's her life; she didn’t ask me to care, and I suspect would resent it if she knew I did. Plus, I could be wrong. She knows the guy better than I do. Anyway, I got a blunt reminder that I am an American adult male and she is a French teen female. Worlds apart. I even managed to get her to snap at me (though not as fiercely as she did at her actual father, in a comment on Twitter). I still like her, still think she's an interesting person who's better than she thinks she is, but I suspect that we won't be rooming together next year.
And I got to go take a blood test this morning – few things are quite so fun as a sterile, cheerless medical office at 715 in the morning.
So, yeah – I could use a little niceness right about now. I'd bake something, but that'd speak to something else that's annoying me....
I had problems with the computer this morning, for one. Antivirus choked, and it wouldn't restart. Then I couldn't get the damn PC to restart in Safe Mode so I could run the fix-it software. When your PC suddenly isn't relitable, it’s like striding purposefully into a room to do something and stubbing your toe – your worldview collapses down to that one aching point, and all you want it for it to stop hurting!!! Which it finally did, once I'd clawed through Avast's semi-written-in-English instructions.
PCs that make you hold down the Fn key to make function keys work, suck.
What I thought might be the beginning of a friendship with that French girl seems to have collapsed – please, no comments; I feel stupid enough already. I think she's making a mistake in her relationship, but it's her life; she didn’t ask me to care, and I suspect would resent it if she knew I did. Plus, I could be wrong. She knows the guy better than I do. Anyway, I got a blunt reminder that I am an American adult male and she is a French teen female. Worlds apart. I even managed to get her to snap at me (though not as fiercely as she did at her actual father, in a comment on Twitter). I still like her, still think she's an interesting person who's better than she thinks she is, but I suspect that we won't be rooming together next year.
And I got to go take a blood test this morning – few things are quite so fun as a sterile, cheerless medical office at 715 in the morning.
So, yeah – I could use a little niceness right about now. I'd bake something, but that'd speak to something else that's annoying me....
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Jumbled
Most of my French/English conversation today was about the killings in Toulouse, and the American gun culture. Though we did evenually talk about movies -- my partner noted that the last three movies I saw or bought were French (even if one of them is in English).
He gets points for listening to me fight my way through the French, saying things that I'm sure came out like Why him it do we know it not good again?, without saying Bill, Bill, speak in English, at least. I was surprised, myself, at how intense I got.
He gets points for listening to me fight my way through the French, saying things that I'm sure came out like Why him it do we know it not good again?, without saying Bill, Bill, speak in English, at least. I was surprised, myself, at how intense I got.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Tiramisu
I found this recipe here. It's easy to make, and quite good.
1 cup heavy cream .. ...... 4 ounces bar cream cheese, room temperature
3 tablespoons confectioners' sugar......1/2 cup strong coffee or espresso, room temperature
2 tablespoons dark rum or brandy ......1 loaf pound cake, preferably marbled, cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices
1/4 cup shaved semisweet chocolate...... Unsweetened cocoa powder, for dusting
In a large bowl, using an electric mixer, beat cream, cream cheese, and confectioners sugar until combined.
In a small bowl, combine coffee and rum.
In a 2-quart baking dish, lay half the cake slices in a single layer, trimming to fit.
Brush with half the coffee mixture.
Top with half the cream mixture and half the chocolate.
Repeat.
Dust top with cocoa powder.
Cover and refrigerate at least 4 hours before serving.
Pound Cake Tiramisu
1 cup heavy cream .. ...... 4 ounces bar cream cheese, room temperature
3 tablespoons confectioners' sugar......1/2 cup strong coffee or espresso, room temperature
2 tablespoons dark rum or brandy ......1 loaf pound cake, preferably marbled, cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices
1/4 cup shaved semisweet chocolate...... Unsweetened cocoa powder, for dusting
In a large bowl, using an electric mixer, beat cream, cream cheese, and confectioners sugar until combined.
In a small bowl, combine coffee and rum.
In a 2-quart baking dish, lay half the cake slices in a single layer, trimming to fit.
Brush with half the coffee mixture.
Top with half the cream mixture and half the chocolate.
Repeat.
Dust top with cocoa powder.
Cover and refrigerate at least 4 hours before serving.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Moody
Thinking about that Skype conversation, and how it concluded, I'm in a remarkably mellow mood. Okay, it likely won't last -- so I should cherish it, right?
Skypered
Just had an intense conversation with a friend on Skype. Started out where I wasn't even sure we were still friends. I was so alarmed, I stopped the dishwasher (I know, right?) so that the sound wouldn't distract me from the conversation. It eventually turned out okay, though. We're still friends. Got my heart going there for a while, though... I don't tend to make all that many friends, so I don't want to lose any of the few that I've got.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Friday
Had a little bit of an epiphany, yesterday.
I've been exchanging occasional notes with a French girl who lives in the south of France. She seems nice. She mentioned to me that she doesn't date much, and as a result feels lonely a lot. My heart, I regret to say, went out to her. The thought of this kid without people to hang out with - it bothered me. Then she mentioned that this summer, her boyfriend was coming to France. Boyfriend? It turned out that she had met him online -- on Omegle, I know now - eight months ago, and they had struck up a relationship. And not just a relationship. She now lives for this guy. Really - like someone she'd known for years. I was astounded. Someone she met on line?
Holy hell. I thought I should do something, say something to at least suggest to this kid that she's overplaying this. Back off a bit, calm down, relax. You've got plenty of time. Then she said that she was devastated because their plans, for him to come to Paris and stay with her aunt (did I mention that he doesn't speak a lick of French), and she would come up from the south to meet him, were derailed. Her mother talked to the aunt and said no, they can't do this. She's thinking of just giving up. Her life is in pieces.
Wow, I thought, again. Someone needs to tell her that it isn't. And she seems to trust me. I should say something. Don't do something you'll regret, kid. Don't be like the kid we know who was also lonely, not dating, and ended up having sex with a married guy, and now she works at McDonalds, raising her son with the assistance of her parents. That could be you, kid. Be careful. And then came the clincher. I was reading an article about the use of Twitter, and wondered if she used it. So I looked for the user name that she has on Forvo, where we first encountered each other, and, hey presto -- she did. The posts weren't particularly insightful - though I was a bit surprised to see that she had met a 62 year old American guy on Skype, and that it might be useful for her English practice - until I hit the one where she asked another person if it would be a good idea for her to send half-nude photos to the guy.
Wow and holy hell. Especially since the response to the question 'did he ask you to' was 'no...but I did it. He really liked it'. So I looked for the user name that she said the guy has, and he had posted something about this French girl he knew, he was going to see her this summer, and man was she HOT! Which, to my surprise, bothered me. This was my friend he was talking about. How could he say this?
And then I had the epiphany.
She's not my responsibility. She's a nice kid (I still think), and I like her (though now I question her judgement, just a little, even though I can kind-of see how she got there), but she's 17, and someone else's responsibility. Pretty soon, when she turns 18, she'll be her own responsibility. Sometimes you have to make your own mistakes. Sometimes, they turn out not to be mistakes, but difficult learning experiences. And who knows, she could be right about this guy. But however it plays out, she's not my responsbility.
I need to back off.
I've been exchanging occasional notes with a French girl who lives in the south of France. She seems nice. She mentioned to me that she doesn't date much, and as a result feels lonely a lot. My heart, I regret to say, went out to her. The thought of this kid without people to hang out with - it bothered me. Then she mentioned that this summer, her boyfriend was coming to France. Boyfriend? It turned out that she had met him online -- on Omegle, I know now - eight months ago, and they had struck up a relationship. And not just a relationship. She now lives for this guy. Really - like someone she'd known for years. I was astounded. Someone she met on line?
Holy hell. I thought I should do something, say something to at least suggest to this kid that she's overplaying this. Back off a bit, calm down, relax. You've got plenty of time. Then she said that she was devastated because their plans, for him to come to Paris and stay with her aunt (did I mention that he doesn't speak a lick of French), and she would come up from the south to meet him, were derailed. Her mother talked to the aunt and said no, they can't do this. She's thinking of just giving up. Her life is in pieces.
Wow, I thought, again. Someone needs to tell her that it isn't. And she seems to trust me. I should say something. Don't do something you'll regret, kid. Don't be like the kid we know who was also lonely, not dating, and ended up having sex with a married guy, and now she works at McDonalds, raising her son with the assistance of her parents. That could be you, kid. Be careful. And then came the clincher. I was reading an article about the use of Twitter, and wondered if she used it. So I looked for the user name that she has on Forvo, where we first encountered each other, and, hey presto -- she did. The posts weren't particularly insightful - though I was a bit surprised to see that she had met a 62 year old American guy on Skype, and that it might be useful for her English practice - until I hit the one where she asked another person if it would be a good idea for her to send half-nude photos to the guy.
Wow and holy hell. Especially since the response to the question 'did he ask you to' was 'no...but I did it. He really liked it'. So I looked for the user name that she said the guy has, and he had posted something about this French girl he knew, he was going to see her this summer, and man was she HOT! Which, to my surprise, bothered me. This was my friend he was talking about. How could he say this?
And then I had the epiphany.
She's not my responsibility. She's a nice kid (I still think), and I like her (though now I question her judgement, just a little, even though I can kind-of see how she got there), but she's 17, and someone else's responsibility. Pretty soon, when she turns 18, she'll be her own responsibility. Sometimes you have to make your own mistakes. Sometimes, they turn out not to be mistakes, but difficult learning experiences. And who knows, she could be right about this guy. But however it plays out, she's not my responsbility.
I need to back off.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Chocolat
I watched the movie Chocolat last night. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it -- I thought it was supposed to be the classic 'chick flick' -- and I really want one of those shops near me.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Framed
Just The First Frame shows a sample of a whole bunch of web comics.... in case you needed more reason to waste your day.
Classical Bond
I suppose I shouldn't be, but I'm always a little amazed when people can interweave music like that.
Monday, March 12, 2012
TV Tropes
Nobody can do forensic analysis as fast as the chick on NCIS. Nobody can do so many different things, and nobody can do it so quickly. The underlying concepts and methods are correct, though. Sometimes, TV gets them right.
This evening, my wife was watching a recorded episode of Numbers, a series whose schtick is that crimes are solved through the use of some kind of mathematical analysis. There's a fair amount of Then a Miracle Occurs, but its not the linchpin of the show. Since we haven't been able to hang out together much, I went downstairs to watch with her. The show revolved around a police technique that I'd heard about a few years ago -- the idea being that someone who commits a series of crimes (by which I think they specifically mean physical, hands-on crimes, not Bernie Madoff or the banking-industry type crimes) has a tendency to commit the crimes in a broad area which, roughly speaking, has his home, or home base, at the center. Find the approximate center, and you find where the person is likely to reside, or at least likely to hang out frequently. Apparently, the technique was originally developed in star evaluation, when people were looking for things that, by their very nature, were not directly detectable at the time, such as black holes.
It ran a lot more smoothly on the show than it likely does in reality, but it was still pretty cool. Even if it wasn't the chick from NCIS.
This evening, my wife was watching a recorded episode of Numbers, a series whose schtick is that crimes are solved through the use of some kind of mathematical analysis. There's a fair amount of Then a Miracle Occurs, but its not the linchpin of the show. Since we haven't been able to hang out together much, I went downstairs to watch with her. The show revolved around a police technique that I'd heard about a few years ago -- the idea being that someone who commits a series of crimes (by which I think they specifically mean physical, hands-on crimes, not Bernie Madoff or the banking-industry type crimes) has a tendency to commit the crimes in a broad area which, roughly speaking, has his home, or home base, at the center. Find the approximate center, and you find where the person is likely to reside, or at least likely to hang out frequently. Apparently, the technique was originally developed in star evaluation, when people were looking for things that, by their very nature, were not directly detectable at the time, such as black holes.
It ran a lot more smoothly on the show than it likely does in reality, but it was still pretty cool. Even if it wasn't the chick from NCIS.
Later
I was surprised to notice that it's been three days since I wrote anything here. Where has the time gone, I wondered. And then I thought Oh, take Saturday when you spent the whole day seeing your daughter's color guard performance...or the days when you spent two or three hours practicing French (you'd think by now I would be able to do a passable French accent, but when I did one for my French teacher, she burst out laughing)...or the time you took to read Six Frigates (I promised myself I will finish at least one real book before going to the library again, even though my list of That looks like it'd be interesting to read books is up to about 31).... or the time you spent cleaning out a small portion of what had been my mother's living room (you know, three months until its supposed to be a bedroom, and it still looks like junk yard Valhalla).
I did spend some time in an impromptu conversation with a teenage girl who lives in southern France, but that didn't count as French practice because she prefers to talk in English. That was pleasant. We'd met on the Forvo language site -- she'd responded to my request for some pronunciations - and we've kept in occasional contact since then. We touched on several things, including her plan to have her just-barely-18 year old boyfriend fly to France to meet her for the very first time (they met online, 8 months ago). She asked if I thought it was impossible, and I told her, truthfully, that I didn't think so. Difficult, yes; impossible, no . I added that she needed to keep her head straight, and be willing to compromise on occasion. I'm a little apprehensive for her -- that's a big step to take -- but I am also impressed by her willingness to pursue something that she wants, and I told her so. In fact, after I complimented her at one point about something she'd said -- she's obviously smart - she amazed me by saying that she doesn't actually get compliments all that often. I guess the guys who know her are singularly unobservant. To me, from what I can see, she's a class act -- and I tried to let her know that. Without sounding creepy. Not sure I succeeded, there.
But that's where my time has gone. So, um, yeah. To the few readers I have: Sorry. (I could say it in French, if that'd help.)
I did spend some time in an impromptu conversation with a teenage girl who lives in southern France, but that didn't count as French practice because she prefers to talk in English. That was pleasant. We'd met on the Forvo language site -- she'd responded to my request for some pronunciations - and we've kept in occasional contact since then. We touched on several things, including her plan to have her just-barely-18 year old boyfriend fly to France to meet her for the very first time (they met online, 8 months ago). She asked if I thought it was impossible, and I told her, truthfully, that I didn't think so. Difficult, yes; impossible, no . I added that she needed to keep her head straight, and be willing to compromise on occasion. I'm a little apprehensive for her -- that's a big step to take -- but I am also impressed by her willingness to pursue something that she wants, and I told her so. In fact, after I complimented her at one point about something she'd said -- she's obviously smart - she amazed me by saying that she doesn't actually get compliments all that often. I guess the guys who know her are singularly unobservant. To me, from what I can see, she's a class act -- and I tried to let her know that. Without sounding creepy. Not sure I succeeded, there.
But that's where my time has gone. So, um, yeah. To the few readers I have: Sorry. (I could say it in French, if that'd help.)
Friday, March 09, 2012
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Smart
A few years ago, there was a Mensa convention in San Francisco, and several members lunched at a local cafe. While dining, they discovered that their saltshaker contained pepper and their pepper shaker was full of salt. How could they swap the contents of the bottles without spilling, and using only the implements at hand? Clearly this was a job for Mensa! The group debated and presented ideas, and finally came up with a brilliant solution involving a napkin, a straw, and an empty saucer. They called the waitress over to dazzle her with their solution.
"Ma'am," they said, "we couldn't help but notice that the pepper shaker contains salt and the salt shaker..."
"Oh," the waitress interrupted. "Sorry about that." She unscrewed the caps of both bottles and switched them.
Found here.
Exercise
It is universally true that the people who most need to exercise are least likely to do it. And if they look for guidance about starting, they see things that suggest 'that if they're just going to do a little, that's still good -- so start with two hundred jumping jacks, fifty pushups.... and then work up to actual exercise.'
I'm not one to talk, because I know almost nothing about it, and I'm one of those people who really needs to exercise. But I think the people who push exercise should at least acknowledge that there are people who don't like doing it, who don't foresee themselves ever getting a runner's high, and who have essentially given up on touching their toes from a standing position. And then, having acknowledged it, come up with something that those people can do, and be pleased with. No matter if its no more effort than the fit use in lacing their shoes.
I've been looking. Not much out there.
I'm not one to talk, because I know almost nothing about it, and I'm one of those people who really needs to exercise. But I think the people who push exercise should at least acknowledge that there are people who don't like doing it, who don't foresee themselves ever getting a runner's high, and who have essentially given up on touching their toes from a standing position. And then, having acknowledged it, come up with something that those people can do, and be pleased with. No matter if its no more effort than the fit use in lacing their shoes.
I've been looking. Not much out there.
Linguistics
One of the things that simultaneously fascinates and irritates me is that you really can't say certain things in French as you would in English. I suppose that if you're willing to butcher the language a bit, you can, but it really isn't built to allow the casual linkages that we do in English all the time. I asked my French instructor, after struggling with it on my own, how I would say "I try not to do that too much". She replied with a couple of possibilities - J'essaie de le faire moins (I try to do it less) or J'essaie de ne pas trop faire ça (I try to do it not too much). That second one is pretty close, but not exactly. Similarly, I was thinking this morning of "I didn't mean that"; Google Translate gives "je ne voulais pas dire ça" (I didn't want to say that).
Not to say it's impossible. (Pas dire c'est impossible? ) The other day, while I was talking with her, I wanted to say "not really", and what occured to me was "pas vraiment" (not truthfully). She said that was pretty good, and that I could also simply have said Jamais - never. Though apparantly Jamais can also mean sometimes, sometimes..... Sigh. I will get this, one of these....years. I did have a minor victory, the other day. I was talking via Skype to a guy in Lyon, and his wife came on. I told her (in English), that I'd been studying for 18 months, and was visibly startled. I choose to believe that that meant 'impressed' and not ' dismayed' !
Not to say it's impossible. (Pas dire c'est impossible? ) The other day, while I was talking with her, I wanted to say "not really", and what occured to me was "pas vraiment" (not truthfully). She said that was pretty good, and that I could also simply have said Jamais - never. Though apparantly Jamais can also mean sometimes, sometimes..... Sigh. I will get this, one of these....years. I did have a minor victory, the other day. I was talking via Skype to a guy in Lyon, and his wife came on. I told her (in English), that I'd been studying for 18 months, and was visibly startled. I choose to believe that that meant 'impressed' and not ' dismayed' !
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Digging In
I just spent about an hour and a half going through minutiae of my mother's. I'd wanted to clean out the room, because we want to use it for our guests this summer. I knew my mother would have a lot of stuff squirreled away, so it might take a while.
After an hour and a half, I'd cleared -most- of what was on her table top. I took away from this two lessons:
First, if you need ballpoint pens with the names of New York funeral parlors, or hairdressers, or long-defunct banks, I'm your man. Ditto for half-used check registers, untouched notepads, and magnifying glasses. Also first or second generation calculators, a box camera, and some stainless-steel carving knives that aren't, quite.
Second, I should start pitching things myself.
After an hour and a half, I'd cleared -most- of what was on her table top. I took away from this two lessons:
First, if you need ballpoint pens with the names of New York funeral parlors, or hairdressers, or long-defunct banks, I'm your man. Ditto for half-used check registers, untouched notepads, and magnifying glasses. Also first or second generation calculators, a box camera, and some stainless-steel carving knives that aren't, quite.
Second, I should start pitching things myself.
Monday, March 05, 2012
Algerian
Do you know where Algeria is? Prior to yesterday, I had no idea, but that didn't really have much impact on my life, because I'd never been there, known anyone who'd been there, or known anyone who came came from there.
But yesterday, for the first time, I spoke, via Skype, with a native -- a woman who's from a small town in Algeria, currently living in France while she pursues a master's degree. She'd contacted me for help in practicing her English. I asked her how she likes being in France, and she said, quite heatedly, that she hates France. When the French come to my country, she said, they like it a lot, they relax, we treat them well. When people from my country come to France, they're rude to us, they treat us like second class citizens. I was surprised by this, and told her that just the other day, I spoke with a young woman who lives in the south of France, and had asked her about the French attitude toward foreigners. A book I was reading, French or Foe, had informed me that the French were cold and arrogant for years, until they finally 'knew' you. The girl said, no, no, they were very friendly and open. This woman strongly disagreed. I can't wait to leave here, she said. I'm here for another three years, and then I'm moving to another country.
Somewhat of a dichotomy, hey?
But yesterday, for the first time, I spoke, via Skype, with a native -- a woman who's from a small town in Algeria, currently living in France while she pursues a master's degree. She'd contacted me for help in practicing her English. I asked her how she likes being in France, and she said, quite heatedly, that she hates France. When the French come to my country, she said, they like it a lot, they relax, we treat them well. When people from my country come to France, they're rude to us, they treat us like second class citizens. I was surprised by this, and told her that just the other day, I spoke with a young woman who lives in the south of France, and had asked her about the French attitude toward foreigners. A book I was reading, French or Foe, had informed me that the French were cold and arrogant for years, until they finally 'knew' you. The girl said, no, no, they were very friendly and open. This woman strongly disagreed. I can't wait to leave here, she said. I'm here for another three years, and then I'm moving to another country.
Somewhat of a dichotomy, hey?
Windows 8: Son of Vista
It's unreasonable to hate something that I've never even seen, other than in articles, but that's my take on Windows8. That complete new look, obviously designed to work on a tablet, leaves me cold. When I feel the need to upgrade from Windows 7, it may just be to a Mac. I suspect I'll be running this operating system until it falls dead. Or Microsoft gets real.
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Links
Yesterday, I received a request from a person on the Conversation Exchange site who is going for a masters degree in Economics. She wants to improve her English. Great, I thought. I like economics, perhaps we can talk about that. Most of the conversations will be in English, of course, but some will be in French. Good for both of us. So I replied yes, I'd love to talk to you, here's my Skype contact information.
It's 36 hours later, and nothing. I know, I have buckets of free time, most people don't, chill.
Meanwhile, I just signed up for an ID on a site so that I could comment on it. They sent me a confirmation email. While I'm watching the 'downloading now', I find myself thinking hey, this could be that person.
Yeah, right.
It's 36 hours later, and nothing. I know, I have buckets of free time, most people don't, chill.
Meanwhile, I just signed up for an ID on a site so that I could comment on it. They sent me a confirmation email. While I'm watching the 'downloading now', I find myself thinking hey, this could be that person.
Yeah, right.
Friday, March 02, 2012
Brownies
I would not have suspected that a brownie made with, not flour, but ground up black beans, would be anything edible. Well, I ouldn't choose it as the winner of a brownie contest, but it's not bad.
Black Bean Brownies
1 19oz (540ml) can black beans, well rinsed and drained
3 large eggs
3 tbsp vegetable or canola oil
1/4 cup cocoa powder
2/3 cup white sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1 tsp instant espresso
1/4 cup bittersweet chocolate chips
Oven to 350
Rinse and drain the black beans well.
Add all ingredients except for chocolate chips in blender.
Blend until very smooth
Pour into an 8 inch square baking pan
Sprinkle with chocolate chips
Bake at 350 for 30-32 minutes.
Black Bean Brownies
1 19oz (540ml) can black beans, well rinsed and drained
3 large eggs
3 tbsp vegetable or canola oil
1/4 cup cocoa powder
2/3 cup white sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1 tsp instant espresso
1/4 cup bittersweet chocolate chips
Oven to 350
Rinse and drain the black beans well.
Add all ingredients except for chocolate chips in blender.
Blend until very smooth
Pour into an 8 inch square baking pan
Sprinkle with chocolate chips
Bake at 350 for 30-32 minutes.
Skyped
I spoke this evening to the fellow in Lyon with whom I've been exchanging conversations, and as part of that I spoke with his wife. She's quite fluent in English -- in fact, she has a slight British accent. We did speak a little bit in French. When I told her that I'd been studying her language for just over 18 months, her mouth dropped open. Either she was impressed , or dismayed.
I'm hoping the former. Hey, je parle francais, mais pas tres bien, y'know?
I'm hoping the former. Hey, je parle francais, mais pas tres bien, y'know?
Thursday, March 01, 2012
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